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

[Joza Perl]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Engage Asharad
Allies: Galactic Aliance, Tygaran Alliance, TKO
Enemies: FO
Forces: 340/400 TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, 15/24 snipers in the eastern mountains in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles, 3 moving towards the North

The call to rally at the citadel would go unheeded, given that Joza was fully engaged with an enemy combatant. Even if she did choose to join her comrades in arms, there was a chance that the Sith would give chase. Turning her back to an enemy would not be wise.

As [member="Asharad Graush"]’s armored hand clamped down onto the blue beam of Joza’s saber, her brow furrowed. Now she was certain that it had to be either phrik or beskar, but she’d never had anyone outright grab the blade of her saber. This was certainly bizarre, but she quickly found herself being pulled forward and wasn’t about to spend the few moments she had to react wondering what was up with the grabby hands. Even with the protection of his phrik gauntlets, the material was typically thinner on the hand given all of the joints there. The hand beneath would likely suffer burn damage with such a bold move.

Joza wasn’t aware that Asharad had stolen a precious item belonging to Dax, so it stood reason that she didn’t know what the hell [member="Leo Vandermolen"] was doing, sliding into the fray like that. Was he trying to be a distraction? Unfortunately, the Zeltron didn’t know that he was just trying to be a good friend to his fallen comrade and retrieve Darth Moreth’s lightsaber. “Get out of here!” She hissed, raising two fingers of her left hand from around the hilt of her saber and sending a slapdash Force push out towards the smuggler. It wouldn't be enough to sending him hurdling into the rubble, but hopefully would knock him out of the way enough to steer clear of their saberlock. The strange acid vomiting belt Asharad wore, though…she wasn’t sure about that.

She killed the beam after he’d grabbed it, bringing her right arm up and activating the light shield embedded within the cybernetic limb. Cracks had spiraled from the hole he’d made in her armor, and the activation of the Makrosian weapon only served to put more pressure on those fractures. The armor shattered outwards as the light shield sprung to life, intercepting the helmet and causing sharp pieces of duraplast to streak towards Asharad. Grunting behind her own helmet, Joza’s teeth gritted together as she held fast against the phrik helmet. Meanwhile, the crimson saber she’d parried to the left didn’t appear active, giving her the chance to smoothly transition from a parry to a riposte. Her blade would slide swiftly from his own and seek to jam sharply into his side, aiming for the breach she’d made in his armor earlier.



Loadout:

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-Standard lightsaber (x2)
-Sasori Medium Armor
-Ranger Shotgun
-AI Wrist Blaster
-VT Needle Disruptor
-Tactical Fighting Blade
-Glop Grenade (x2)
-Stun Pearl (x5)

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"]
Enemies: [member="FN-888"] and [member="Garett Van"] I am directly attacking the mines you both set in place. I am tagging you both as yall are the ones who set them. I am only tagging those I am actively posting to in order to prevent tagging spam.

Npcs are always fluff for me, i mean them to be background noise. If anyone wants to stop me, please do so.

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They had their work cut out. With all the fighting against the tanks and massive land vehicles, both Sardun and the Prex had enough of having to deal with the dredges of the first order. The goal was to get inside the ruins. The departure of FN-888's forces left a weakened spot that would be taken advantage of. However, there were surprises left in store for the alliance forces seeking to move in.

The left over mines would claim a first wave of victims. However, aeron would deal with what she could for what remained.

By telling the forces to secure positions, the telekinetic did the following. Michael would protect them from the concussion, while aeron would would use the force to build up enough energy to send wave after wave of kinetic energy to trigger the mines. In essence, she would force the mines that had been dug and buried in the soft earth by the storm troopers to have them blow up prematurely in that section. Any first order ground troops there would face the concussion and blast of their own mines they'd placed. Quite a double whammy.

Would she get them all? No. Would there likely still be GA casualties? Yes. But in this manner she would slowly but surely, clear a path of trenches with mines for the others to move forward into.

Even if it took meter by meter to do it. Each blast flattening the ground over the trenches that had been dug.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, IM-455 Modular Garrison "Fenrik".

Joan strides towards the detention block, with Khan's arrival it meant every one of the Ironhounds is safe. Safety, it meant a great deal to Joan who lived to win victories for the First Order and keep her Stormtroopers alive. Just as well the vehicles the First Order used are fast, the Ironhounds could go in and out like lightning between their armoured assets and a competently performed insertion by Banshee. Joan's left-hand presses a button and the bulkhead door recedes into the grey wall, followed by the pair of Stormtroopers. They find the circular cell surrounded by an active electrical field and examine the man sitting at its bottom. Joan looks over the defeated man's bruised cheek and bloodied nose, tattered remains of his Firemane armour and uniform. Looks like Deadeye had already thought about following through with the summary execution order. "Firemane? Then you should understand why I'm here." Joan unholsters her F-11D from right thigh and calmly removes the depleted power pack and inserts a new one.

"Aye, I'm Firemane buckethead. I think you came to Kaeshana to conquer and destroy!" The man turns his one eyes not shut by bruising upto the Stormtrooper armor clad woman, offering up nothing but defiance. Unfortunately for this man, he is not dealing with some rank and file grunt. But an Officer whose love for her Stormtroopers is matched only by a hatred for the enemy.

"And you're a military contractor who has decided to take up arms against a state's formal military, does the term 'unlawful combatant' mean anything to you?" Joan's eyes turn towards the terminal and thrusts knife-hand towards it. "Machine, turn that on and open up Deadeye's report please." The Stormtrooper nods and happily complies with the command, he sits down into chair and boots up terminal and begins trawling through numbered reports. "Because it means I don't have to offer up the same courtesy or protection as I'd be obliged to give captured Galactic Alliance soldiers." Joan pauses, a furious and righteous anger seethes through her veins. "What have we got on the terminal Machine?"

"Deadeye's report states that the prisoner was apprehended while attempting to spy on garrison construction and proceeded to fall against the ferrocrete road." Machine finishes and looks up with his blue eyes behind blue Visor and searches for the pauldron wearing Lieutenant before continuing. "Suspect was found with a shattergun type weapon and wearing armour typical of Firemane contractors." Joan gives Machine a curt nod before turning eyes back to the Firemane prisoner. "His name is 'Gerlon Atar' or atleast that was the name he gave us." Machine adds.

"Gerlon Atar!" Joan announces looking back over the bloodied man. "I, as an Officer of the First Order find you guilty of participating in combat operations against the armed forces of the First Order as an Unlawful Combatant. You're sentenced to death by firing squad." Joan watches Gerlon slowly rise to his feet in a gesture she interprets as defiance. "Greaser, bring up a pair of binders. Machine, cover off on the prisoner." The three stormtroopers place Gerlon's wrists in the pair of binders, and even put a black veil over his eyes. "Let's go." Joan leads the two Stormtroopers and firemane prisoner towards an airlock at the back of Fenrik's structure.

"The force is with me and I shall not fear." Gerlon Atar beings muttering a prayer beneath breath.

 

[Choli Vyn]

On mobile, so sorry for lack of pretty text.
Directly within vicinity: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Garett Van"]
In the air with Red Squadron: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

The beep, beep, boop of concern from the Pebbledrone was drowned out by the chaos of the battlefield. A small tracker activated around Chili's wrist. It would wave her location for any friendlies to perhaps gravitate to. It certainly had been delivered to [member="Asmus Janes"].

Palming her TIR stun blaster, the girl dialed it up to a powerful stun setting. It was enough to knock out a Wookiee if she dialed it up that setting, but that would potentially kill a standard humanoid. She wanted to knock anyone out, not kill them.

"Let's go Arr-Four." Choli grunted out. The battlefield was immense,but there were plenty of places to take cover and hide. She first had to get her bearings. From where she landed, she was about just inside enemy lines. Great.

This made it very difficult to keep a down low, especially with the bright orange jumpsuit. However, there wasn't a lack of prone and dead bodies around her. Quickly she ran away from the fighter. She had to get space between her and the zapped ship. The pebbledrone was behind her. He had powerful paddle guns to provide cover fire of need be.

Some time back, Chloe had given Cho tips on how to keep a low profile while behind enemy lines. Crouching low, she managed to find a downed smoking tank to use for cover.

Now, how to get out of this mess?

Overhead, more of the AA batteries claimed more Red Squadron lives. They were down to seven now, but their focus would be in taking out as much of that AA as they could.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Choli Vyn"] @garret van

She stumbled and kept moving, the person seemed to be running, so she tracked the person if it was friendly she hoped to meet with them...if not she would attack the enemy

She groaned, the pain in her body was bearable...for the moment, no doubt when the adrenaline ran out the pain wouldn't feel as good

She gave a sighed as she came upon a wrecked tank, seems she had lost the enemy She found a wall and sat behind it as she checked her emergency pouch, she took the bacta put as she applied it and sighed, unaware help and the enemy was nearby

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Citadel of Dawn, Northwest
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] (NPC) [member="Joza Perl"] (NPC)

Though wounded in the shoulder, Ludolf seemed to have at least given as good as he got. His blaster fire appeared to have damaged the droid in the chest, and soon the machine dematerialized. A cloaking device.

The droid was most likely silently stalking him now, waiting to creep up and assassinate him at any given moment, as was its protocol. Vaas only knew that he wasn't safe here. He couldn't remain, or he would be easy pickings for that droid, damaged as it was. Then there was the matter of the other enemy behind him, who seemed to have been incapacitated by Ludolf's sonic grenade. The course of action was clear: run.

Ludolf abandoned his position behind cover and headed towards the incapacitated enemy trooper (Ivan). He would have to make this termination quick. The position of this duel was already at the front of the First Order's lines, and if he could pull the droid further behind friendly lines, it would make it that much harder for the droid to assassinate him. Ludolf longed to sink his vibroblade into Ivan's skull, just as he had done with the enemy soldier inside the tank, but he needed to stay mobile or else the droid would have him. Instead, he pulled his slughthrower rifle from his back and aimed at the fallen Ivan as he ran. He unloaded as many controlled bursts into the wounded soldier as he could, aiming for his head and hoping to kill him. Meanwhile, as he made his way further into the First Order's lines, he was visible to several groups of Stormtroopers now, who his as-yet-unseen pursuant snipers would have to deal with if they chose to pursue him further.

Meanwhile, as the Galactic Alliance/Firemane/Kathol Outback/Mandalorian forces moved towards the citadel, the 214th Legion was pushing from behind them. [member="Draco Vereen"] and his Mandalorians, as well as [member="Elpsis Elaris"] and her forces, would be met with infantry fire from all sides as they surged into the First Order's lines and successfully destroyed several flame tanks. The First Order forces in the area would begin to pull back in an effort to draw them in further, and then would try to envelop them if they chose to extend further. Meanwhile, the rest of the Legion was spread out along a wide array, a mostly infantry force that was operating in many small tactical units, as was their training.

The enemy armor's shields, perhaps, seemed to be protecting them from most of the First Order armor's sustained assault and causing no losses - so, their own assault was met with much the same, with the First Order walkers' shields doing their business. The AT-TTs continued their sustained assault on the enemy Typhoons, while the FRT-O1s were intent on taking out the enemy Manticores with their plasma cannons, much as before. The Stormtrooper infantry were swarming the small detacment of 250 men [member="Tempest"] had left to guard the flank, firing upon them at all sides.


214th Legion Odile Vaiken

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4,980 4,880 Stormtroopers


3 All-Terrain Tactical Transport
15 10 All-Terrain Flame Assault
5 FRT-01
9 AA/P-VW
3 FL4-AW

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Kaeshana orbit
Allies: [member="Vilin"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Objective: Face the First Order onslaught
Music: Take Down the Boss

"All attack craft squadrons, stand clear of the enemy Darr Itah! Bomber squadrons, target any cruisers you can and engage the bridge tower and engines from behind"

The 19 medvac/casvac squadrons made it back to orbit, and not one moment too soon. Of course, onboard the Excubitor, the Hero of Coruscant and the Incuses, the medvac crews rushed to get the injured out of the way. Luckily the First Order didn't seem to make much of a case of the thousands of injured, sick and dead being carried onboard the medical transports; they returned to ship mostly intact. Perhaps some damage dealt by burning debris in the orbital battle over Kaeshana, but nothing too serious. The medical crews needed to be expedient: even though the medical staff onboard these ships were busy making triage over the wounded, but the dead were placed in the onboard morgues. And there were hundreds of casualties, carried onboard the medical transports as if cargo, not exactly being the same as actual wounded. Because there were 12 wounded onboard each ship, there were only so many casualties they could carry. The turnaround time for the medvac was a little short, but because the enemy before them concentrated their fire on the cruisers and on the Trimaran, which took moderate underside damage from the Predator's attack, there were little disturbances preventing the enemy from hitting them. With that said, fighters were still furiously engaged in dogfights, outside, and five groups of roughly 15-16 D-Wings each, escorted by two squadrons each of X-Wings, began making runs for CG-2, VD-1, VD-2, Scylla and Vanguard, dropping proton rockets on their bridge towers or engines at point-blank range each time.

"Medvac Leader reporting, ready to depart"

"Depart immediately! Don't dally here any longer! If we are sunk upon return to orbit, feel free to take the wounded and dead off-system"

And so the 19 squadrons of medvac swiftly left the great carriers of the fleet, making another round for the collection of wounded and dead, mostly around the Citadel of Dawn. It was risky to host them onboard the carriers. but she had no choice. Given that VD-1 and VD-2 have suffered some damage when they attacked the Cuvacia and the Thebeon, respectively, while also suffering significant degradation of their combat capability, the enemy cruisers didn't deal an enormous amount of damage: the dreadnoughts remained mostly functional even though some hull damage has been reported. Understandably, because the Inysh was attacked by multiple ships, it took much heavier damage than the Cuvacia or the Thebeon, but the enemy claimed the Astral, leaving her with three frigates, and all of them having suffered some hull damage. But, because the Contempt guns were a little shaky, the largest holes were punched by the great guns, their hypervelocity cannons, in the forward superstructure. The only real threat actually came from these weapons; many of the secondary batteries were disabled or destroyed in the first round of attacks against the Darr Itah.

"Hero of Coruscant, fire all missiles at the Scylla! Trimaran, fire 25 missiles at each of the Vanguard and the Predator and fire main batteries at the Predator! Excubitor, fire all missiles at the Predator! All frigates, fire on the daggers coming in on our port!"

"Roger, roger" the gunnery commanders acknowledged.

"Admiral, the Inysh is positioned behind CG-2" the captain of the Inysh reported.

"Inysh, fire all weapons at the back of CG-2! Cuvacia, Thebeon, fire on VD-1's bridge tower!"

"Admiral, ground command is requesting reinforcements! Here are the reports from the ground"

"Fury of Dulvoyinn, Voice of Lujo, prepare the Agrevants and load them up with everything you can! Deploy the reinforcements as close as you can from the Citadel of Dawn"

Understandably, not all the fire directed at the Predator by the Trimaran will actually hit the Predator; some of it will be absorbed by the Vanguard just because the Trimaran doesn't have a clean line of fire with all the batteries. When Cathul realizes that Carlyle has made its junction with Cyrus, she realizes that she needed to act quickly or else the whole Alliance right flank would be overturned. Now that the Inysh was positioned behind CG-2, with all of its operational weapons being capable of firing at the aft of the ship, it fired roughly half of its nominal weapons complement because its combat capability suffered from significant degradation. Meanwhile, the 32 Agrevants were being loaded, and they were capable of loading either 72 infantry apiece, or 12 infantry coupled with 6 main battle tanks, such as the O1 Bhesj in use by the Alliance. As with the medvac/casvac teams earlier, they had to hustle their departures; the thirty-two dropships would depart in due haste, severely denting its complement of troops. They make their way towards the outskirts of the Citadel of Dawn... and started their descent towards the atmosphere.

"Admiral, Carlyle has made his junction with Cyrus"

"Don't panic: it makes all the more the reason to blast Cyrus and his Darr Itah to bits. The Darr Itah is now a lame duck: if it explodes, we can get the debris to fly all over the place, up to where Carlyle is positioned. Also his heavier units are now sandwiched between Fiolette and Cyrus, plus the Darr Itah is at point-blank range behind the two heavily damaged enemy destroyers. Debris will catch them aft"

"Our forward and topside shields are down! We're reporting multiple hull breaches on multiple decks, most of them on the bow and forward superstructure, but otherwise workable damage" the chief engineer of the Excubitor told Cathul.

"Deploy damage control teams immediately! Divert half the power from the underside shields to the topside and forward shields! Open a channel to Admiral Gould and Commodore Vilin"

"Roger, roger"

"Commodore Rausgeber appears to have made a beeline up to our port: here's your chance to flank Carlyle and perhaps even catch the enemy from behind!"

"Your orders?"

"Excubitor, Hero of Coruscant, fire all main batteries, starboard secondary batteries at the Contempt! Port and aft secondary batteries are to be concentrated on the enemy escorts"

Which meant that a total of 54 turbolaser bolts and 12 ion cannon shots, each of those carrying the power of 12 turbolasers apiece, 12 super-heavy turbolaser bolts, 504 standard turbolaser shots, eleven 15-second bursts from the 88mm HVCs, seven 380mm HVC shots, were fired at the Darr Itah that was rendered a lame duck by the last round of attacks. That ought to cripple the Darr Itah and cause even more debris to fly around the enemy fleets. And, surprisingly, most of the long-range fire from Carlyle, which hasn't been that effective, was directed at the Hero of Coruscant, more so than the Excubitor. They didn't close in within standard turbolaser range just yet, and their topside shields are down. It even pierced what the enemy thought was a hangar door but it actually was mostly empty, so the damage could be repaired with minimal loss. With that said, swift application of damage control could probably get that repaired in rather short order.

Therapy Command:

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

Attack craft:

245 T-70 X-Wings
82 D-Wings

Ground reinforcements: (ETA: 2 posts)

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Infantry (1700 men total):
1500 GA marines, with 4 Korriban heavy machineguns per 100 men
150 grenadiers
50 snipers

Vehicles:
60 O1 Bhesj

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Vexen"]

[ Hey it's okay.] Micah would assure her. Being well versed in kinetic communication meant that the Talith would be able to read the signs of distress from the woman. Now whether that was due to her injuries, her situation, the shock, or fear of him was up in the air. With all those different possibilities, it made it harder to discern when he was also suffering the after effects of the explosion.

[ I'm not going to hurt you. ] he met that, his voice softening. [ just taking off my glove right now okay?] his movements were relatively slow to allow a woman to follow his actions. Taking the gauntlet off his right hand allowed Micah an easier path to read her. Fingers were held up, hovering. He even added an extra amount of dramatic wiggle so as to perhaps amuse. Although her injuries were not a laughing matter.

[ i'm not a doctor, but I can tell you have some broken ribs. Not to mention potential he some internal bleeding. ] vex was right. She needed attention.

[ I can accelerate your healing a bit, but it's not my forte.] he knew enough from his auntie to speed things up. [ but after I'm taking you to a medic ] he explained.

[which will require me carrying you in a bit so…… Please don't punch me when I carry you again. I have enough woman in my life trying to punch me in the face.] he wish you could joke about it, but his sister Nohei just loved to try and shove his head onto the sand when they sparred.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

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


Well kark... Big mistake. As Leo hit the ground in a slide, the Sith's other sabre came down to meet him. He would have turned into a smuggler-shish kabob if it wasn't for that well placed force-push from Ms. Joza. His tumbled off to the side as the dirt came up to say hi to his face, rocks scratching and cutting flesh as he skidded to a stop. Getting to his feet, he looked back over at the pair, was that hissing he could hear? Kark... Drawing a long, slender blade from his jacked he started forwards again, this time he was directly behind [member="Asharad Graush"] and was armed, focused.

The two were both skilled fighters, hells, he'd heard tales of Joza getting in on the action while pregnant, she was a fighter. The snake heads were focused on Leo as he moved, one began to rear up and Leo suspected the worst. He dashed to the side as a torrent of acid came his way... he was not letting that chit touch him. Dodging the high-speed liquid would be a true test of his speed and agility, but he knew he was fully capable.

Enough playing around...

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Capture, Control, Rescue
Ship: Orar'uliik (Away)
Allies: GA | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: FO | Citadel of Dawn | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="BE-183"]
Music

Draco could see what was going on with the First Order troops. Almost a decade of actual fighting experience, and more than that in training was under his belt. Likely that would be an excellent tactic, if there weren't multiple Force Masters facing down nameless chaff. With one light-shield active he could defend himself, and cover for his allies somewhat.

"Aunt Sio? Huh." The Mandalorian wasn't aware that Siobhan had siblings, much less nieces and nephews so that was an interesting tidbit of information. Having pushed through the first line, Draco caught up to Tempest and Elpsis preparing his own use of the Force while they dealt with mines. His external uses of the Force were, limited. He could use Electric Judgement or Force Lightning, Pyrokinesis at a short range, or Force Drain, with which he was much more proficient having long ago learned the many variations of how to strip the life out of someone with the Force, and how to use it on much larger scales.

Red lightning burst forth from his fingertips at the Stormtroopers, seeking to strip them of their lives, their stamina, their vitality, even their limited connection to the Force and fuel all of these things into the Mandalorian Force wielder. Even a small squad at a time would push him, and by extension his two new compatriots, through this mess, keep them from worrying too much about the threat of exhaustion so long as they could easily work together. Tempest and Elpsis were far more capable of clearing out the enemy forces than he, so they would benefit the most if he shared this energy with them, and he would soon enough. "Don't worry about the chaff. Shield wall and march us up." The handful of Mandalorian warriors locked their energy shields in a circle around the trio of Force users to keep as much enemy fire as they could out, though they would not be entirely successful in the endeavor so the trio would still need to be alert during their inexorable march forward, unless of course Draco became distracted by some form of duel.

Behind them, the Solus Nek, slipped through trenches until they could make their breaks against First Order troopers. Beskar power armored freaks that were stronger, faster, and tougher than the average man wielding power-weapons intended for heavy mining use and anti-vehicle work, more than capable of blasting stormtroopers backwards several meters. And should they die, they would take the squad they were fighting, possibly more, with them in a fiery explosion of a disruptor bomb. So long as the warriors kept the enemy occupied, it would be victory enough for Draco and his new friends.

 

[BE-183]

Halo: Reach - Epilogue​

Post: 10
Location: Citadel of dawn - Around the trenches / North approach
Objective: Stab at thee / Secure the Citadel
Status: Rifle gone, knife dropped, shoulder pad and chestplate cracked, winded / 6th platoon healed up, one flametrooper disabled
Allies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] + First Order
Enemies: [member=Dish] + Galactic Alliance

[member=Dish]:
Like most of the platoon's blaster bolts, Bee's swipes struck their target, only to meet with an absence of feedback. She had tried to at least loosen the grip on his blade with each hit, failing that too. The soldier appeared quite literally unbreakable.

Without warning, a hit like an artillery shell slammed into her chest and knocked her breathless onto her back, vibroknife dropping from her grasp. Her chestplate was cracked but intact. Between plastoid-duraplast composite plates and a heavy-duty armourweave bodysuit, the FO-01 was incredibly durable, much more than the Alliance liked their recruits to think, and was able to save the wearer's life in many cases. The variable of augmented strength shook things up, but in this case due to the short space between the beginning and collision of the punch, it didn't pack the devastating power expected, less than a high calibre AP round for instance particularly given the surface area of his fist.

The stormtrooper was still alive; perhaps now more than ever before in her life, in the stark refreshing haze of this protracted brush with death. At least she succeeded with her goal, buying her platoon the time needed to survive and escape. She was really starting to hate this invincible bastard, to the point of feeling like it gave her the energy to go on fighting; as if running on fury alone... but that was impossible.

Choking down her mortal limitations she drew her SE-44C in a flash, snapping the sight to his stomach roughly where the one bolt from earlier had punched through, and squeezing the trigger over and over again.

Bee was a 'from hell's heart' kind of lady.

Zero meanwhile breathed an exasperated sigh as his retreat's covering fire went unheeded by the now rocket launcher-wielding Alliance soldiers. He hadn't shaken them yet? Impressively, these hostiles sprung right back after the trap, and this was after a carpet bombing. Given the steadily growing range that the relocating stormtroopers had been putting between them, it was a relatively simple affair to circumvent the path of the flying rockets, after which he personally raised his marksman rifle to zero in on and light up their retinas with gleaming plasma, then finally moved on with the platoon.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]:
Reinforce, push them back. With little to go on, Zero shrugged and took in the battered shell of the Citadel. Why reinforce such a useless crumbling structure? Secluded in this ruined backwater's mountains, the old building was hardly what he'd call strategically valuable... it was not his place to judge. He continued stalking through the warzone with the platoon, flowing along friendly trenches, forming up within the Citadel and finding a nice vantage point. They fixed up the remainder of their wounds; there would be time to heal properly after they emerged victorious.

There was nothing quite like a good camping trip. The anti-tank specialists in his unit targeted Alliance armour. Charging GA soldiers would come to know fear as the stellar flares of his long range rifle, and his platoon's weaponry joined the effort of dulling the feeble spearhead that pushed from the north. "Death walks among you."

 

[Mao]

Ooc: i'm sorry, I'm posting from my phone so I apologize for any weird quirky typos.
Enemies in atmosphere: [member="Face"] npcs where are you boo??
DIRECTLY ENGAGING :: [member="Rexus Wenck"]

It would be a proper brawl. The fucker kept trying to come at her with his baton, and Mao moved to block it, body moving to angle herself to perhaps land another in that space between. However, the fucking kathound managed to nab her right on her ribs. More pain went zapping across her body. Fuck just hurt. A grunt pushed out the air, but the stagger and sacrifice allowed her to tuck close with the hand that held the Bolter.

A voice inside her head said she should use her Bolter to buttstock him in the face. Fuck it. No holds barred. Guess what she did then, attempt to buttstock him in his prettyboy face.

His stormtroopers were holding the line, but once Hardock began using his lightsaber to cut a swatch down, things would start getting interesting. Her boys would suffer casualties yes, but they expected that. Chaos ensued and the special ops troops pushed into the trenches.

That's when the mines exploded. More casualties, but mines were indiscriminate of damage with their explosions and shrapnel. Talk about a hell of a headache with a helm on.

Overhead, the Omega Pyre air support continued the fight against [member="Face"] and her Mandalorian fighters. It was chaotic, who knew the extent of the damage on both sides. It was just that messy. Perhaps the tide would turn the longer it continued.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Blinking cobwebs away from her vision, her ears ringing and her heart pounding, Liddy looked up into the smoky sky through her mud-spattered envirosuit. The wind was knocked out of her entirely; she couldn't breathe, as much as she gasped for it. It was as if a vacuum was created in her envirosuit, that was sucking the air from her lungs. She heaved and heaved, rolling onto her side and then her front, pushing herself up onto her arms and then climbing onto her feet.

That should be some great footage, she thought. If the datapad wasn't smashed to bits. She began picking through the stones that had rolled down into the crater with them as [member="Rolf Amsel"] began shouting at her. "I'm trying to get the perspective of the man on the ground here. Sorry, maybe I put that out of order -- I'm with the Avalonia Broadcasting Service! See? Press!" She pointed at her chest where her her press badge was.

Or had been. She frowned and wiped off some bits of blood and enterails off her jacket, exposing the flourescent badge marking her jacket PRESS. A similar and larger badge was on her back. "I... ah!" She had shoved a rock aside to find her datapad and picked it up, rotating it to examine the camera and display. All seemed to be functioning. She held up the datapad to capture her image as she spoke. "This is Lydia Finn-Camden, reporting from the battlefield of Kaeshana. I'm here with Major -- Amsel, wasn't it? -- and --" as Amsel spoke, she turned the camera on the datapad to face the Major, capturing his answer.

Bit unpolished, Lydia thought critically, eyebrows furrowing. But enthusiastic. No -- authentic is the word.

"Major -- "

Liddy fell silent when he cut across her, and she crouched immediately onto her launches, covering her head with her hands. She waited for the boom.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Charlyra closed her eyes for a singular moment and by doing so, she channelled her most recent memories. Memories of being with Siobhan wrapped together in one another's embrace and the freedom that had provided for her. There was love there, and she pulled from this memory - from the love of her master. Opening her eyes she watched as the dark one spoke of fairness. She wanted to laugh in his face, nothing in this life was ever fair. Nothing for any one person would ever be fair much less a force user. The acolyte had come so far, had grown so much in the past year and a half and so as the heavy baritone voice of the dark one prattled on.

Something in her heart began to burn, and it was then she realised - her force aura was returning. Master Ra'alon's teachings once more came into her mind, his voice echoing throughout her consciousness. Recalling exactly what he had told her on Ruusan when she was still so unsure of her path, so unsure of what Siobhan and Tempest would provide. She closed her eyes once more as she took a five-foot step back, planting her feet in the Shii-Cho defensive position. Charlyra my child, do what must be done. Know that I will always be with you. So long as you keep my memory, I will forever live in you. Go now, and serve your new masters well, you can be the hope, you can be the heart, and you can be the spirit. May the force be with you, Charlyra.

Opening her eyes, she took a long breath. "There is no emotion." She whispered to herself, the mantra and code of the Jedi. The code that had been instilled into her as a child, when was on Coruscant. Being raised with the other Initiates, before Master Ra'alon took her to Tython to be trained. "There is peace." Her magenta hue grew around her, her force aura was growing stronger as were her abilities. Any force sensitives in the area could feel it, like an awakening - the feeling of a new presence, a light sided aura that had walked with the darkness. Her memories flowed even further, to the day she was found by Tempest and Siobhan on Tatooine. "There is no ignorance."

So long as you keep my memory, I will forever live in you... May the force be with you.

We take care of our own. Welcome to the family.

You were all a Master could have asked for, look into your heart and remember me.

You control your own destiny, Lyra.

I am proud you, child.

We will train you, and we will teach you, care for you...

"There is knowledge." She looked at the dark one, as he looked to now face off against her. Her force fury stacked, and so did her heart stack grief, loss and the feeling of family. The connection that the Fire Order had given her, the strength and the courage that they had embued her with. "There is no passion." A single tear trailed down her face, as the voices of her three masters echoed throughout her being. Sheathing her energy blade, Charlyra moved this hand from the sheath and cast toward [member="Kyrel Ren"] force disarm. Pulling through the force to toss his lightsaber away from him, and then she took a five-foot step forward.

"There is serenity." The Fire Order Acolyte then moved to cast force stun, repeatedly, once, twice and then thrice for good measure. "There is no chaos." Her voice still spoke the code of the Jedi. It was a way to keep the dark one out, a way to keep her focus, and then her feet began to move and she started to run. Her armor breaking from her body for it could no longer hold together, and beneath them laid her Firemane Robes. Bright red robes, beneath them orange and around her waist a yellow belt as she then launched from the ground into a force leap her shoto swinging from her hand hurling through the air with a simple force toss toward the dark one. "There is harmony."

Her leap landed her behind the dark one, and her lightsaber boomeranged back into her hand. "There is no death."

Charlyra's emotions continued to fuel her force aura.

"There is the force."

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Borne"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, foothills by Vaas
Objective: Save Ivan
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] (Ivan and snipers)
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.

As Ludolf ran towards his allies he would be able to see the droid materialize, actually, a pair of red glowing eyes appearing as if out of thin air above unconscious Ivan when Vaas pulled out his rifle. A flap of material was held as the cloak was quickly unwrapped in one smooth movement, spreading out like wings of some carrion bird and the droid crumbled down around Ivan, grasping the unconscious soldier. The machine managed to caught up and outflank Ludolf, it should be safe to assume it was faster than him, and its sound dampeners allowed it move silently even when moving hastily, while the elevated claws prevented him from leaving much footsteps while gliding above the rough soil.

The shots from Ludolf's rifle struck true, hitting the droid's back armor, splashing in fiery plasma or hitting with physical slugs, whichever he used, either tearing holes through the grey cloak or burning them out with plasma bolts. Either way, as suddenly as Ludolf made the attack, just as suddenly jets lighted up beneath the cloak, personal jet systems made by Abregado attached to the power armor, propelling the machine away from Ludolf, and unconscious Ivan with him, held tightly in the droid's strong arms. They flew low above the ground, quickly steered by the machine towards the closest friendly position where Ivan could be evacuated. There would be no attack coming from the machine again, only denial of another kill by Ludolf's hands. Thankfully the jet's propulsion systems, protected by strong graphite casings, could withstand rifle shots enough to keep it still functional.

Perhaps Ludolf was somewhat wrong about the droid's nature, for he was right to assume it was an assassin droid and originally it was programmed to fulfill such functions. However, over the years the nature of its mind changed, it became unshackled from its original design, killing no longer became its main concern, instead its goal was to continue its survival and prosperity in the Galaxy. And to do so, the machine found out throughout its existence, it's best to make others view you as one of the good guys.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Location: Citadel of Dawn Defensive Line
Objective: Mow Down The Enemy
Men: 36 Stormtroopers.

Rexus smiled a little, he could see from her reaction she was in a bit of pain. Rexus saw the rifle butt readying to hit him a Dosuun mile away. The trooper turned and bent down as she tried to slam the butt down into his face. It didn't work entirely, because the posterior made contact with the back of his head, but it wasn't major. Rexus grasped the baton tightly, and slammed it into the enemies leg, before turning, standing and attempting to slam a haymaker into her helmet.

In the battlefield, a number of events had rustled Dergan Twigg's morale. The arrival of a robotic army, and a Jedi was something of concern. The Jedi cut down two troopers before Twigg could respond, "Sonic rifles, on that wanker, now!" Springing from cover, two sonic rifle men, covered by compatriots with heavier rifles, opened fire from either side of the Jedi. Designed to ensure that no lightsabre user could appropriately deflect the weapons.

"Alright boys, press against these droids!" Twigg roared, "Let's show them the full force of First Order strength!"

In the trenches, the arrival of the supposed "Special Operations" arm of the Alliance came with some alarm, and bemusement. "How the hell did they get back here?!" Arry asked, peeking over the trench, running from behind where most of the troops had hidden in cover, the GA had sent their finest. "I thought Twigg had it on lock down!"

"Sarge, the mines, don't forget the-!" A private called out.

Arry remembered right then of the explosives planted by the engineers. "Motherkarker!" Arry bellowed, diving down below. The slaughter caused by the mines was, was something to behold. When the first wave hit the anti-personnel explosives, their bodies were torn apart. Clumps of dirt, shrapnel and chunks of Alliance limbs rained down on the trench. Then the second wave who hit the mines the first didn't get to. "Hoorah boys, let's get-" Then the third wave hit.

Armed with blasters, eight Alliance soldiers jumped into the trench. Two leaped down, and managed to take down some troopers still recovering from the blast. Arry immediately reached for his repeating rifle, and opened up. He mowed down three of the Spec Ops troopers before beginning to get up.

A stormtrooper private tried to reach for his baton, "Have some of this!" The trooper yelled, before he was blasted at point blank range in the helmet. The other units began to mow down the GADF forces, until it was but the privates killer.

The final Special Forces trooper tried to scramble up the trench, but was shot in the leg, and dropped, his limb searing with pain. Arry reached for his baton, "Rest of you boys, cover the lads." He snarled, putting the riot baton on, "Time to teach this lad what its like to be a burglar...."

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Mao"] | [member="Elliot Locke"]

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Regroup at FOB Fenrik​

Location: Unknown​

Allies: First Order ​

Enemies: GA and their Allies ​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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"Dorn Company, Overlord. Sending new tasking orders."​

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"Overlord, this is Dorn Actual, ready to receive orders."​

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"New orders are as follows; Regroup with allied force at the new FOB to the south, setup defensive positions, and minefields. Overlord out."​

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*Sighs* "I've had it up to here with this Colonel. Fine Dorn Company move out to the new FOB to the south."​

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The company forms stops, though they all wanted to save the pilot and should continue to track said pilot, but orders were orders. Only unlawful orders would be disobeyed and this didn't fall under an unlawful order, though Sgt. Illerian didn't like this round about crap the Regimental CO was giving them. Sadly he was an officer, and Illerian was only a Sergeant, and thrusted upon with leadership befitting an officer. It didn't matter though, Garett gave her the company, so it was her duty to make sure they all made it out alive. With the new orders the troopers started to walk back the way they came, and head towards the new FOB Fenrik. ​

 

[Progflaw99]

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]​

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Objective: Assault the Flank, Relieve Stress on Forces at Citadel of Dawn​

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Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order​

[member="Tempest"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | @GA/Firemane Troops​

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As the thundering whoosh of the backblast caused pebbles to fire off in all directions. Once more as the second quick-fire round was launched. The missiles had been aimed directly at the closest gunship, a lock almost guaranteed at that range. Again he didn't wait for a result - in combat one's curiosity might just be the thing that got you killed. Instead he moved his mind back to the present, once more focusing on the minute at hand.

"You've got that right, Major Amsel at your service."​

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Reaching down to the blaster rifle holstered on his thigh, he quickly gripped it in his hands. The sonic rifle slung across his body would be of no use at this range. They needed to take care of those Hydra's below. With their rotary cannons providing a near continuous stream of fire, it wasn't going to be easy to close the distance. Unless.. Rolf had an idea. With an open hand he signaled to the reporter, "Lydia" to stay down as he keyed up his comms. He could barely see amidst the rough terrain but his HUD displayed a rough estimate of where the rest of his company was. As he peeked over the edge, he saw the smoke, concealing the majority of the enemy's artillery positions. A grin appeared on the soldier's face, his eyes alight with renewed energy. *Perfect*. The smoke meant that locks would be harder to get with their missiles, but in such a concentrated area, it also meant visibility of the FIST's position would be degraded as well. Sending a quick message over encrypted comms, Rolf's men began to focus fire on the gunships that had been dispatched, a handful of launchers utilized to lock and fire towards them. Meanwhile, Rolf ducked once more into the small crater.

"Alright Lydia, We're about to move. If you want to make it through this thing alive, I suggest you stay on my six. Right on my six. Got it?"​

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He waited momentarily for a response before lifting himself to the edge of the crater. They needed to close the distance between where they were and the Citadel. Things hadn't gone exactly swimmingly and as it appeared, the First Order troops were being pushed pretty hard. Looking back to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be, he pushed himself off, feet grinding against the tortured earth as he hoisted himself into a low sprint across the uneven terrain. Left foot over right, they booked it, laser fire chewing at the rock and earth as they ran. A number of troopers were hit outright by either the gunships or the repurposed anti-air below but Rolf kept moving. It had been a silent signal, a flash and simple command through the HUD they all shared but they had received the message no less. The company began moving South East along the mountainous terrain. They needed to punch through to their forces at the remains of the Citadel of Dawn.

Looking back over his shoulder quickly to make sure he hadn't lost their reporter, Rolf crouched near a wall of rock and stone. From here they were out of the line of sight of the anti-air but they still had to watch out for any gunships that might harass them en route. They had a lot of ground to cover, and not much time to do so. Pushing forward again, Rolf led the charge, rounding corners and ducking low beneath outcroppings as they pushed forward.

Spoiler

1 x FO-01 Stormtrooper Armor

1 x KD-30 "Dissuader" Slugthrower
1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle
1 x SWE/2 Sonic Rifle

3 x CryoBan Grenade
2 x G-20 Glop Grenades
2 x Thermal Detonators
2 x Electromagnetic Pulse Grenade
1 trooper in each squad carries a PLX-1 Portable Missile Launcher instead of Blaster and Sonic Rifles, leaving them with a KD-30 and their launcher.

Troop Complement: 1 Company, 165/200 First Imperial Shock Troopers (See Loadout Above)

OOC: As always, if I missed something or failed to respond to something - please feel free to PM me!

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amuna cared not for the woman's reasonings, she could explain how good her people were. It would not matter, the Eldorai was bitter at the Galaxy for having left her to rot on this planet, for having left an entire species to die. While only those chosen were taken to the new homeworld, and was she? Nothing more than Ashira's wasted, she presumed, her faith having been lost to her for quite sometime. So, she laughs, "you expect me to believe that you... what are you?" She asks, still waving the gun around, "human? Yes, you seem just like one of them a weak human who feels entitled."

"Are you to be our saviour?" She asks taunting the pale skinned woman, "should we too bow to you, just as we have to the dogs that bark for the Protectorate?"

The woman spun her gun around as she now held the muzzle, "but perhaps you are right, I am nothing more than an animal to be put down, left too long without her master. Now she has gone feral." Looking over her shoulder to the darker skinned woman. Amuna took the pistol's grip end and swung, aiming to connect it with @Beka Barineker's forehead. "Bring her." The Eldorai calls out in her native tongue to the Warband, motioning to [member="Sioux Chambers"]. "We shall show the Galaxy what happens when you trifle with Kaeshana, mhmmm?"

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

For the moment, Ishana was free of her opponent and maneuvered toward [member="Ludolf Vaas"]. "Varactyl Squadron, check." She called out over her comms, pleased to hear her unit check in one by one. Kaeshana was a chithole before they got here, one minute she was flying a bunch of squints down to get mineral samples and the next she was high-tailing it back to the Concordia to get take care of the Pirates and now she's fighting the Alliance. Well. This was certainly a change of pace, and then she figured that after this was all over she was taking everyone, [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"], and most especially [member="Pierce Fortan III"] to Tamanen, and marching them straight through to Sotta's Palace so they could all have a rest.

Varactyl Squadron regrouped, "alright boyles and ghouls, let's do this."

Strafing run, the squadron roared overhead going northwest of the Citadel, making a fast approach for the Supreme Commander's position. "Listen up kids, try to paint everything but our own, feeding coordinates now." The familiar sound of TIE Interceptors screaming could be heard before they were seen, the black and red paint - the symbol all bright for those fighting to see. Red turbolaser beams cut through the battle, providing Vaas with some much-needed cover against [member="HK-36"] (Greycloak) and [member="Joza Perl"] (Ivan). "On my count, we break - three, two, one - go." Varactyl Squadron broke up into flights four of them heading toward the south, another four heading north to reinforce [member="Rolf Amsel"]'s position and the last four, made a break for the atmosphere.