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

[Quin Leeman]

Location:above Kaeshana, northwest citadel
Allies: The First Order and friends of the FO, [member="Luna Terrik"]
Enemies: Pirate Scum, Galactic Alliance and there friends
Primary Objective: support the First Order Fleet
Secondary Objective: give air support to FO troops on the ground
Tertiary Objective: Regroup with the Fleet.

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Post #2

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Quin Didn't mind the confined space of the cockpit, warm and cozy. all the controls in reach. having all this fire power in a small ship made Quin fell powerful, almost invincible but he knew that was a lie. he could be killed maybe not here or now, but maybe here. only the force knew. he followed the rest of the squad down to the planet. orders where to give air support to the ground troops at the Citadel. he was not going to argue with the captain. there would be plenty of dogfighting or ground targets to kill. ether way Quin was game. he fighter speed down to the planet side. he figured he'd hail [member="Luna Terrik"] Aka Knight four, one of his classmates from the academy.​"knight 10 to knight 4, Quin here, how yah doing. ready for some fun?"​ he was happy when Luna Terrik was assigned the same ship as him, she was a genius and a good pilot, although in Quin's personal opinion she would be better for battle tactics than fighting. they continued towards the surface. weapons ready and hungry for a fight. when they broke the atmosphere and where in sight of the citadel they found rebel targets and opened fire.

 

[Choli Vyn]

RED SQUADRON ENGAGED | ROGUE SQUADRON ENGAGED
Directly within vicinity in the ground: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]
In the air with Red Squadron: Seven Starfighters left and engaging [member="Ludolf Vaas"] 214th's AT-TT's.
[member="Quin Leeman"] [member="Luna Terrik"] nearby airspace???

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A low beep boop came from the Pebbledrone. A warning. Feth.

"Yeah, I know." Choli murmured low with a grimace. "Keep an eye out." a hoot. Understanding binary wasn't an easy thing for people to do, but with Choli's past as a medic and years working with Jawas back on Tatooine, she had a knack of it.

"Yeah, someone has to save our skins." humor was one of the few things she could do to keep her wits about her.

"Try not to get shot, eh?" a word of advice that she should take for herself. Movement caught at the corner of her eye and the pilot ducked under a smoldering mass of warped metal. It could have been a tank or some sort of vehicle. Honestly, this whole place was a mess so really, it was just cover.

"I see her too." her voice was hoarse and low. Her fingers tightened around the TIR stunner pistol. Feth, there were so many dead bodies around. So much death. It was one thing peering down your targeting sights while in the air -- another seeing the bloody remnants down in the trenches below.

"Try not to stand out." she whispered to R4, the astrometch turning and rolling behind her.

"Yeah... let's back up... " on her wrist her location was still being broadcasted. It was then that the loud roar of star fighter engines blasted across the sky. Choli couldn't quite pick up who it was, but hiding and keeping out of sight was a big plus.

Over the Citadel, Red Squadron soared high and up. They were dogfighting against TIE's while others were rounding back to make a strafing run at two of [member="Ludolf Vaas"] 's ATTT's. Locking and loading the Baradium missiles, two went punching the air straight towards their objective.

 

[Kiyron]

Location: Comm Tower/Santassia?
Allies: [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Six-O"]
Opponents: [member="Arlen Rossi"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Equipment: Linked in signature
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Feth. This blizzard was worse than he had anticipated. Kiyron slipped back away from his perch at the edge of the building as snow swirled across his field of vision, drifting across the ruins in drifts and whorls. Enemy fire arced his way, slamming into the building around him, scattering his armor with small chunks of debris. They bounced off and fell to the roof as the Allied forces approached from several directions.

He paused to calibrate his helmet sensors- marking out the living beings and syncing with allied IFFs. The helmet came alive with data- running trajectories, wind, planetary rotation, atmospheric pressure, predicted movements of targets. For most people, it would a mess of useless, overwhelming data. But Kiyron knew what he was doing when it came to marksmanship. It was his area of expertise and even in foul weather, with the technology to see through it, he could aim and hit a target without seeing them.

He lined up the rifle again, its sights synced to his helmet's, so that a targeting display appeared on his visor, with the data all appearing next to it as he made the calculations first in the visor and then again by himself. He squeezed the trigger, aiming for one of the ambitious marksmen out to get him. He switched targets, following the movement and infra-red signatures of the scout armor. He couldn't tell one from another, but their armor looked the same that way. He kept firing with the XM sniper rifle, moving targets as the need arose.

Then something caught his attention. Several figures flew from rooftop to rooftop. He paused and withdrew back further as the sound of aircraft, muffled by the storm, echoed overhead. Lasers arced from the sky, hurtling into the ground below, with little apparent discipline about who. But, he could hardly blame them. Shooting through this storm with a rifle was tricky from a stationary position. Doing so while flying must be a nightmare. He pitied the pilots. Well, really, pilots in general.

Another figure jumped from the rooftop, carrying another. That one's signature was familiar. He double-checked the readouts. Then another one followed- that one was easy enough to recognize. Korr. The others were unknown.

But if Korr was involved, something was going down. He shimmied back to the edge of the building and knelt, slinging the rifle over his shoulder and grabbing the MRS. He adjusted it, shrinking it down, and switched the magazine for explosive rounds, with one of armor-piercing in a tactical pouch, ready to go. Then he activated the repulsor-pack, weaving in and around the crumbling buildings, dodging as much of the combat as possible until he had wound his way around to the skyscraper. He hovered for a moment, buffeted by the howling winds, trying to see some sign of the ground commander. Nothing.

He shot upwards to the roof and settled down on the corner farthest from the madness and hefted the rifle, scouring the rooftop. He counted three hostiles. All Sith by the looks of it, or whatever their wannabes called themselves. He smiled and settled to a crouch as the Jedi engaged. No need to rush this yet.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Choli Vyn"]
She fekt somewhat better enough she could move, however she heard...binary? She slowly stood, blaster in her hands fingers tight around it, she looked over her cover, she could hear the movement of whirring gears...the r series never seemed to be to quiet with the wheels..

Sara started walking in that direction, she called out

whoever is out there...come out now! No use hiding out here...

However she kept moving forward, she rounded the corner as she got a good look, her blaster went uo..finger on the trigger yet...she didn't fire...what was stopping her? She could kill many in the cockpit of her tie...yet rught here....the enemy right there...she couldnt...

dont...move...at all....understand me

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Citadel of Dawn

• Spread out across the north, moving south so now northwestish

Allies: @Michael Sardun and GA Forces
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] NPC's... is there any actual PC that wants to fight???
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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Omega pyre soldiers were slowly, and painstakingly securing the ground that Graush was retreating from. It would not be won without massive casualties. Omega Pyre had come to Keshana with the expectation of battling pirates and warlords that had taken advantage of the tragedy that had befallen the world. To think that they would end up facing the skilled and organized forces of the First Order instead.

"Keep moving forward." voices would yell through the comm. "Secure that generator." another added. From behind the lines of Omega Pyre forces moving in, the deployment of gear and aspis parts were quickly dragged out of the vehicles that had carried it. They had their orders. The problem was merely time.

The Omega Pyre Prex gave another grunt as they were continually pummeled from heavy fire. Michael's protection shield took the brunt of the damage, but that didn't spare the ground troops under fire. Death cries rose among the yells of pain.

With the mines slowly cleared out, it at least allowed a small area for GA forces to start pressing inward. Aeron caught sight of a FRT-O1 in the distance. With a heavy, and painful grunt, the telekinetic went reaching out with the Force. Pulling it up and into the air, she sent it flying straight at a small encampment where Graush's ground forces were shooting at GA forces from.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Space, Near Orbit
Objective: Disengage Nils Brenner
Allies: Rogue Squadron
Enemies: [member="Nils Brenner"]

The moment the other fighter took a Dive Kurt knew things weren't going to go well. The missiles barely glazed past the Interceptor, but by that time Kurt already knew things wouldn't go the way he wanted to. The Sudden dive of the enemy craft didn't catch him too off-guard. It was probably the one maneuver that would save him, of course, he hadn't expected him to continue the dive towards the planet below. Kurt let out a curse in his helmet, swiveling his head to the right for a moment to check on one of his sensors.

"Poodoo." He'd run the Interceptor off to a place he couldn't, or rather wouldn't follow.

The Coil wasn't made for atmospheric flight.

He wasn't sure if the enemy pilot knew that, but it was clear that he'd sought out to even the odds a bit. The only issue was that Kurt had no shields. If he dropped into the planets atmosphere he'd be at a major disadvantage. His speed and Maneuverability would drop like a rock. He'd still be a bit faster than the other Interceptor, but not enough to make a huge difference. Another curse escaped him, and then Kurt suddenly banked The Coil to his left.

His fingers darted over comm channels. [Ground command, this is The Coil. You've got incoming.]

He quickly rattled off the fighters bearings and then punched in a new comm channel to [member="Asmus Janes"] knowing he was the leader of Rogue Squadron. His eyes darted towards the sensor readouts to his left, lips thinning as he saw incoming squadrons.

[Rogue One.] Kurt called over the Radio. [Going to need some help.]

He couldn't take on so many squadrons alone, even in The Coil.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Allies: Imperial Remnant
Enemies: [member="Malok"], The First Order

His lightsaber flew straight back into his hand after the deadly throw he had launched at the front line of the interlopers who dared to board his star destroyer. But there was one, whom he assumed the leader, and he looked pissed. The large ape had picked up one of the duraplast shields from his comrades with the Force, moving towards Graf with pure rage in every step. The old man had only ever seen this once before in his life, it was when a gundark was charging at him on some planet in the Unknown Regions.

The choice was then presented to Tanomas, when the ape lord charged so fearsome at him. Deal with the shield, or deal with the ape. His choice was made up for him when the ape swung at his legs. He jumped and sliced the shield that still impacted him, thrusting him backwards onto the ground. For an old man, he was quick in getting to his feet and pointing his lightsaber back at his opponent. This brute was just that, a brute, not sophisticated in the arts of dueling, more in the art of smashing something until it was ground into dust.

Graf charged as both sides, Imperial Marines and ApeX soldiers, fired near both of them. Tanomas began his attack, using fast but powerful attacks to attempt to slash the extremities of his enemy. Before finishing with an attempt to choke him.

 

[Mao]

Location: Dawn
Objective: Kick butt
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Djacen Koyne"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | Hardock: Zero Four

Enemies in atmosphere: [member="Face"] since it has been 10 days since your last post. I am moving on with my NPC atmospheric forces and attacking others in our area.
DIRECTLY ENGAGING :: [member="Rexus Wenck"]



He caught her right in the leg, sending shards of electrifying pain down to her toes. A cry ripped from her mouth, followed by the heavy and hard glock to the face her helmm took.

Welp, she now has a large crack on her visor. The karker hit hard. It reminded her of someone else. Of another life. Of another time. Of Sal.

Sal.

Heart skipped a beat. Pain brought her back. The pain was good. As was anger. karking, racing, blood pumping anger.

Stumbling back allowed Mao some room. Room where she could gather her wits. Electric blue fire shot through her eyes, nicitating membranes sweeping over those oceanic orbs.

karking hell.

kark it. Down went the bolter to the ground. It barely left her hands before Mao did what she did best. Move. Deft like a Jeco and insanely fast, she set to tackle the karker and knock him onto the ground if she karking could. Right down onto the mud, and the blood, and the water that ran as the lifeblood of soldiers of both sides bled.

Bled for convictions and pride of a soldier's life. It was all they knew. All they could grasp. All they could ever expect from time after time in the trenches: a short, violent, bloody life.

Hardock, on the other hand, was suffering his own issues. When working with the other single digit clones, his brothers, he was sure-footed. He was powerful. He was an efficient, killing machine.

Without them, despite being with Mao, Hardock would always be a little bit lost.

So it was no surprise when the sonic blasts from the First Order soldiers managed to land their kilo of flesh. It was a sensory overload. Sonic weaponry already had the ability of potentially piercing through personal shields. Not to mention, it couldn't be deflected by lightsabers.

Poor Hardock took the blasts right in the chest. Even with his phrik armor and the protection of his helm, he found himself disoriented. Pain echoed in his mind with the agony of one of the worst mother karking headaches.

"Karking sons of bitches!" he roared out, lashing out with the Force by thrusting his hand out, staggering. Telekinetic tendrils went out to grab at the stormtroopers, every intention of blasting them back like ragdolls with a violent force blast.


The airspace above would start to move towards Omega Pyre's favor. The skies were a blaze with the roar of Pyre's engines. The fighting ongoing and just as brutal in the air as below. A bit more and perhaps they could secure this airspace.

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In the Air

• OS-G1 Guardian
• OS-G2 Knight
• Eharl-class Assault Starfighter Primary

• OS-I1 Ranger
• OS-B2 Crusader
• OS-I2 Scout
• OS-G3 Paladin
• Wasp-class Starfighter D Configuration

Spoiler: gear

• Asheran Armorweave Armor
• Mk I Omega Boltgun APE Boltgun Ammunition
• Tir Stunner Thigh holster
• Cylix Bolt Pistol - concealed
• Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
• Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
• AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
• Lightshield bracer
• 6 Anti-Force User Grenades
• 2 Thermal Grenades
• 2 Electro-magnetic mines
• One standard phrik vibrosword

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

CITADEL OF THE DUSK
Shields active and deployed
Darksky Area Shield - Active and cloaking the area.
Aspis Defence Shield - Active and reinforcing the Darksky shield.

@Naamah Aesham Angelii, Jedi Service Corps & Allies.

"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."

Rhen gave a nod. They could do what they could for the refugees and those wounded. Thankfully, the Darksky shield generator was now active. This technology was combined with an Optical Shield, a shield able to distort light, allowing it to appear as if there is nothing more than ruins, rather than the galactic forward operating base inside. The Shield is backed with a Sensor mask to hide the energy and lifeforms within, as well as any other signatures a standard sensor looks for. With the Aspis shield reinforcing it underneath it, they were safe for now.

"Then we will do what we can and aide those here." by the Force, who would have thought that the Jedi Service Corps and his fellow knights would come to face such terrible loss of life. Such death.

"We have cleared as many as we could from the northern regions, but the damage left by the natural calamity..." he spoke about the asteroid that had struck Kaeshana and left it in a former, ruined speck of its former glory. He knew how sensitive these matters were.

"We will do our best. You have my word on it."

 

[LT-137]

“Death is a primitive concept; I prefer to think of them as battling Evil in another Dimension.”​

- Grig; The Last Starfighter.​

https://youtu.be/0-7IHOXkiV8​

Location: Kaeshana - Stratosphere
Primary Objective: Engage and Intercept Alliance Forces.
Secondary Objective: Provide Aerial Support for Forces on the Ground.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Quin Leeman"], [member="Luna Terrik"].
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance.

Bathed in the muted hues of the TIE Predator’s crystalline crimson displays, Captain Iago’s eyes watched with eager anticipation as the surface of this benighted world engulfed the view from his cockpit. Down there, Past the toxic shroud that clung to the atmosphere like a newborn babe suckling upon the safety of their blanket; was the Enemy. They had shown their true colors this day and would pay for their crimes of aggression. The First Order was a force of change, and though many serving in the various branches of the military would not see it come to pass, they were building a better world - nay - a better Galaxy. Their blood, be it spilled in combat or through the toil of menials, would shape the future. Such a thought sent a thrill of elation down the Pilot’s spine. Yes, he may die, but those that would come after him would tread upon his legacy, and thank him for his sacrifice. Unlike those that served the other side, those hypocrites bound together by a shared belief in deception and half-truths, his ashes would not be mocked by the annuals of history. He, and those like him, would have their names echo down the centuries as the Era of Reclamation had begun.

As the tenets of the Imperial Truth were filtered from the forefront of his mind, Iago gently coaxed his Interceptor to cut downwards, setting him upon the path to knife through the flickering flames of atmospheric fire and join the escalating battle below. His orders were clear. Shoot down anything that wasn’t flying the symbols of the First Order from their signaling masts. Now that he, and by extension, the rest of the One-Hundred and Eighty-First Fighter Wing were free to pick their targets, the Captain began cycling through the ever-growing list of opportunities. From the transmitted reports, there was a steady stream of troop ships bypassing the blockade and making a break for the surface. Easy pickings for the likes of his Interceptor cadre. While he would relish the chance to break away from his group and bring the rest of his command squadron with him, there were still several targets that needed Squadrons assigned to them before he could indulge in bathing his deflector shields in the alchemical ash of a confirmed kill.

With a dextrous finger, Captain Iago flicked the list of priority reports onto his forward display and glanced over its contents. Raven One, an Imperial unit bunkered down within the Ruins of the Planetary Capital, was pinned down by a force of capable enemy combatants and equipped with some manner of cloaking tech. Easy pickings for Fighters brandishing Mag-pulse torpedoes. Allowing his lips to peel back into a savage grin, the Pilot quickly inputted his commands and transferred them off to the Commanding Officer of Saber Squadron. Once they breached through the atmosphere, the Twelve TIE Fighters would break formation and bank west - heading towards their intended target with primed warheads burrowed within their launchers. As their Squad Leader had pulsed his acknowledgment rune across the shared comms network, Iago began rifling through the remaining units in his Fighter Wing. Naturally, the Bombers would be most effective when pitted against the massed formations of enemy troops, as their munitions would sow the irradiated fields of Kaeshana with the blood of Alliance Soldiers. Thus, as it was reported that such an eventuality had come to fruition near the Citadel of Dawn, Iago ordered two Squadrons of Neutralizers, with Cutlass Squadron acting as Escort, to cut a swathe through the enemy.

Their tactical brilliance would become their greatest folly, and the Pilots of the First Order would ensure that they would pay for their error with their lives.

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Interlude.​

Location: Kaeshana - Ruins of Santaissa
Primary Objective: Provide Aerial Support for the Ravens.
Secondary Objective: Avoid Friendly-Fire at All Costs.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance. Tygaran Alliance, [member="HK-36"]

To Titus Royden, the current acting Commander of Saber Squadron, the mission was nothing more than a simple blue milk run. He and his twelve counterparts were to provide aerial fire support for an engaged unit on the ground. Such a thing would be handled by Gunships and Bombers, but as the Battle for the Citadel of Dawn was nearing the tipping point - such critical units were required elsewhere. Enter Saber Squadron. A Unit outfitted with old, but recently overhauled TIE/SF Space Superiority Fighters. They wouldn’t be as effective, due to their extensive turning radius - as most close-air fire support missions demanded that the aerial weapons platform be able to circle the target area and drown the masses in a storm of nuclear fire. However, due to the foresight of their spiritual ancestors, these Fighters were equipped with fore and aft-mounted weapon arrays, which would allow the Pilots seated within the ability to make up for their weakness in the grandest of ways.

Pulling himself back into the present with a grunt of effort, the TIE Pilot toggled his Deflector Shields live and ordered that his Counterparts do the same. In the mere span of seconds, each Obsidian-clad vessel became shrouded by a near-invisible haze of coruscating energy. Streams of vaporized water trailed behind the Starfighters, as the conjured Blizzard sought to batter them from the sky with its elemental fury. As they dove further and further into the planet’s embrace, their instruments found themselves beset by scrolling lines of static as their sensors sought to scrub the atmospheric interference from their broadcasted web. Using the orbital telemetry given to them by the Pax Imperious and the various signals pirated from the civilian satellites, Saber Squadron was able to navigate through the meteorological mess safely. Reaching their targeted area within a matter of minutes, rather than falling prey to the harsh climate as ancient aeroplanes had, long before the rise of regulated space travel. Thankfully, technology has come a long way since Humanity’s first, shaky steps into the Unknown. In recognition of that beloved truth, Titus slammed his foot on the accelerator pedal and catapulted his vessel forwards, denying both the fury of the snowstorm and the laws of aerodynamics.

Upon reaching the outer limits of the Ruined City, Titus opened an encrypted channel with the identification codes belong to that of Raven One, or Raven Actual, with but a quick succession of blinks. Seeing that the channel was live, Saber One spoke into his helmet’s integrated comms unit - sending his voice out into the depths of the sundered Planetary Capital.

“This is Saber One to Raven Actual, Request for Aerial Support has been acknowledged. Prepare for Fire Mission, Danger Close.”

Terminating the broadcast, but keeping the channel open for any reply that may come his way, Titus cast a glance over his shoulder to look at his Co-Pilot. Switching the channel to internal comms, he asked; “Did the Ground crew load us up with Concussions, or Mag-pulse this time around?” The man was silent for a moment, nearly prompting the Commander to repeat his question, but just as he was about to open his mouth, the Co-Pilot responded. “We’re loaded with Mag-pulse sir. Captain Iago thought we’d need them if we were to engage Enemy craft in-atmosphere.”

“Smart man,” Titus replied. “Why destroy your prey with Proton Torps, when the Mag-Pulse would let Gravity finish the job.”

Chuckling softly across their shared link, the Co-Pilot booted up his forward and aft targeting displays, causing his screen to split down the middle with differing viewpoints. Behind him, the man saw that his Fellow pilots were flying in a tight formation, grouped upon their leader in a martial display that filled his heart with a flicker of pride. Afore them, the man saw the Ruins of what the locals had affectionately named Santaissa. He didn’t know what it meant in their bastardized tongue, but he was certain it was synonymous with Immortal; Some uncommon trait that seemed to afflict those born of the Xenos Eldorai genome. With his weapon arrays primed, filled with murderous intent and awaiting the command to unleash hell, the Co-pilot banished the thoughts of these benighted people and elected to fidget atop his seat, wanting eagerly - nay - wishing that the target area was closer than their combined sensors had projected. When the appointed moment had come, and as his display had filled with a swarm of barely filled targeting locks - his obsidian fingers depressed upon the triggers.

They had flown low, as Saber Squadron had made their approach, merely skirting across caved-in roofs of sprawling habitation blocks to avoid detection. Though that eventuality was unlikely, it never hurt to make an attempt. As they reached their assigned area, the Twelve TIE/sf Starfighters had fired their Mag-pulse Warheads in quick succession, stitching the requested vector with their pulsating electromagnetic payloads. When these missiles would impact the surface, be it the duracrete foundations or the lip of a macro-crater, they would detonate - bathing the immediate surroundings in a storm of ionic energy - denying any unshielded electronics the ability to operate efficiently for a brief period. That being said, it was doubtful to do anything more than providing a short moment of respite for the mortal soldiers of the First Order - allowing them to strike back at their foes more efficiently than ever before. Even then, that would be enough. Well, for their first pass, at least.

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Location: Kaeshana - Open Aerospace.
Primary Objective: Engage and Intercept Alliance Forces.
Secondary Objective: Provide Aerial Support for Forces on the Ground.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Quin Leeman"], [member="Luna Terrik"].
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="HK-36"], [member="Laira Vereen"](Nearby?)

With Saber Squadron splitting away from the main group and the other unit’s moving off to complete their assigned tasks, Captain Iago opened up a channel to the acting commander of Knight Squadron. As the connection stabilized with his military encryption key, He allowed the sonorous tones of his voice to spill across the link.

“Knight One, this is Sword One. Form up on my lead,” He said, “We’ve got inbound Gunships heading towards the Citadel. Let’s cut them off at the pass.”

It was too tempting of a target to be ignored, even if the small number of vessels moving in quick succession reeked of a trap. They’d be running closer to where their orbital telemetry had pinpointed the Alliance landing zone, so the chances of them running into hostile Anti-Air units was astronomically high. Nevertheless, it was their duty to intercept any hostile craft heading towards the surface - and this fit the criteria to a Tee.

“Inform your Squadron that Hostile Anti-Air Units are expected and to keep their eyes peeled for Alliance Fighters. We’re diving into the heart of this conflict, so expect the unexpected. Sword One, Out.”

Terminating his connection, but leaving the line open for a vocal reply, Captain Iago plotted in a course - one that would take them through the sparse cover of clouds and allow them to assail their foes from an unseen angle. As they were actively scanning their surroundings and operating at peak efficiency, the stealthy approach was out of the question. The two squadrons would no doubt appear upon their sensors, allowing them to determine the angle of approach. However, if they were working through canopy sighters - as their last reports from the Omega War nearly a year prior had suggested due to the deployment of old T-70’s - thus clouds would be enough to mess with their less experienced pilots.

As their pulsating Icon came ever closer towards their targets projected path, the Interceptors of Sword Squadron cycled their weapons live, and refreshed their deflector shields. They would be ready when the proverbial tide of Interceptors crashed into the enemy convoy - eager to atomize all that stood in their path to glory. Iago was confident, even if they denied it, that the pilots of Knight Squadron had felt the same.

OOC Section:

Spoiler

181st Imperial Fighter Wing - 72 Starfighters (Imperial Standard.)

• Sword Squadron - 181st Command Squadron - TIE Interceptors (Predator pattern.)
• Knight Squadron - TIE Interceptors (Interceptor pattern.)
• Cutlass Squadron - TIE Fighters (TIE/sf Space Superiority pattern.)
• Saber Squadron - TIE Fighters (TIE/sf Space Superiority pattern.)
• Broadaxe Squadron - TIE Bombers (Neutralizer pattern.)
• Glaive Squadron - TIE Bombers (Neutralizer pattern.)

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective: Hold The Line.
Location: Citadel of Dawn.
Troops: 33

The lieutenant didn't scream or shout when he felt her whole weight on top of him. He didn't grunt. He didn't cry out. He sighed. He simply sighed. There was no more, no less. This was her final stand, her final push. Obviously the trooper had done something The stormtrooper felt his whole body ache, but swung back onto action. Teeth bared. He slammed the riot baton, still cackling into her helmet, "This is it girlie!" He snarled, eyes locked on the crack in her helm, "This is how, you karking die!"

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Hardock managed to snag a trooper within his telekenetic grasp, who was thrown against a rock, and rendered unconscious. More troopers dove out of cover, and began spraying the force user. Sonic rifles focussing upon that single target. "Take 'im out boys!" Twigg snapped at the troopers, "Take him-!"

"Take cover!" A corporal bellowed, as the first set of hypervelocity shells hit the ground. The cover around them withered away, but nonetheless, the stormtroopers' stood firm, and turned their attention to the spider droids.

Twigg snarled, "Alright, turn attention to these walkers here, squad one and two, on me!" The sergeant barked, running through the debris field, several troopers aimed upon the droids gun, ducking and weaving out of cover, and aiming to dislodge the weapon. Two troopers were cut down by the droid, but the rest managed to avoid fire. Taking cover behind a collapsed pillar nearby, the troopers began to raise hell, aiming for the joints of the gun the barrel itself.

Troopers in the trenches began to refortify themselves, taking potshots before moving before the droids could react properly. Arry continued to run firing his heavy repeater at the droids gun, before hearing the enemy in the distance. "Motherkarker!" He growled, "That's it lads, steady yourselves, and get ready for incoming infantry!" He barked.

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

 

[Hansen]

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

"Alright." Joan looks over her platoon with blue eyes. "We're going to head north to a refugee camp that has been damaged in the fighting and evacuate some of the worst wounded and the youngest, most vulnerable refugees." Joan's gaze shift towards Chevron and Khan. "We're going to move in a single-file down the road, across the prefab bridge on the river. Six and Seven will be up front followed by two to five." Storm and Joan exchange a long look with one-another. "Malachor one will be to the rear of the file. This way with the height of our vehicles we can maintain a one hundred and eighty-degree field of fire and it will minimise our risk for friendly fire." Joan pivots in white boots and eyes crane up to the matte black armour plating of Ironhound One, loftily standing above the Stormtroopers. "Malachor will ride up the back for safety, since it will also be transporting our Foxhound elements and refugees on the way back."

"Any questions?" Joan address the question broadly to the Squad and element commanders. "No Ma'am!" The entirely of the Ironhounds reply with youthful enthusiasm, with hot food in their bellies and a clear objective they are refocused on their duty to the First Order. "Alright, everybody mount up! Let's go!" Joan's gloved hands slap together in a clap with the order's delivery and pivots around in boots over shoulder to board the service elevator setup beside Ironhound one.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="BE-183"]
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Tempest"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Nima Tann"]


Since the Firemane troops had maintained good order throughout their battle and their lines had not been broken, it was extremely unlikely that any had been taken prisoner. While Draco's berserkers were unleashed upon the First Order, the Masters' ball advanced. Allied forces were moving onward to secure the citadel's ruins.


The newcomer, Taryc, showed off cool melee skills. Her flaming sword, a bright burning blur of purgation and retribution, clove through stormtroopers in a beautiful dance. That was cool. Elpsis felt a fire inside her that matched her own. Pyromancers, unite and cause carnage! They'd totally be BFFs.


"Sure, it's a date! What's your name? Mine's Elpsis," the firemaned pyromancer was probably being far too cheerful since they were on a bloody battlefield. New strength filled the redhead when Draco shared some of the energy he'd siphoned from the stormtroopers. Her head became clearer and the tiredness seemed to leave. However, she glared at him when he voiced his idea for call signs. He probably wanted to call her Red Booty! Unsurprisingly, she responded poorly that.


"Manling, if you wanna give me a cheesy call sign, leave the booty crap out and call me Cinder. Unless you want yours to be Sausage. You got the wrong bits for my booty," she declared irritably. This sounded like a very bad movie.


Fortunately, there were still hostiles to fight. With Nima's melee onslaught having given them an opening and HK's droids doing a great job covering them, Elpsis could draw upon her power more thoroughly. Her hands became fire, then a bright, intense thermic lance like blast erupted from them towards the enemy at close range. First Order trooper armour was good against basic fire, but a pyromancer's true strength lay in concentrated heat. This was the sort of thing Elpsis had used to take out walkers, since like the heat could slice through durasteel like plasma. Overkill? Maybe.


"Nima can do TK and mentalism stuff," she added, referring to her Twi'lek buddy. However, through the chaos she felt the disturbance coming from Nima. Due to all the stuff going on around them, including people dying, people shooting and blowing things up and so on and so forth, Elpsis could not accurately perceive the nature of the disturbance. However, she saw Nima's aura was all messed up. It hurt Elpsis' head. So she tried to reach out with her empathy. It was a soothing, gentle touch. Nima, I'm here. You ok? Stay with us.

 

[Darth Metus]

Allies: The First Order
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], The Imperial Remnant

Thus was the pride of the Imperial Remnant.

A king held high by the blood of his subordinates. A man laid low by the assault of an animal. Before their very eyes, the monarch was taken off of his feet by the Behemoth's attack. Duraplast collided with the man, causing him to smack into the floor with a satisfying thud. While true, those behind [member="Tanomas Graf"] were hardened dogs of the military, to see one's liege taken off his feet must have stung. It must have pecked at that pride the Remnant clung to so fiercely. As satisfying as it was to entertain the thought, the Behemoth did not sacrifice much time to it. After all, the onyx-clad liege quickly scrambled to his feet and mounted another offensive.

His blows were numerous and rapid - each aimed at one of the behemoth's extremities. Malok was careful not to push too hard against this offense, lest he fall victim to the supreme cutting power of a lightsaber. Rather, he relied upon the natural properties within his hammer, Grond. At first, the Behemoth gave ground, allowing the initial series of blows to miss their marks. Molten slashes then maimed the walls and ground of the corridor - better them than Malok.

Then, a blow came screaming for Malok's dominant arm, providing an opportunity at last. He drew back Grond and thrust it forward, meeting its head upon the center of the blade. The central repulsor and shockwave generator rods responded to the sudden collision, resulting in a force that could easily reduce solid stone into rubble. When applied to a man, or rather Emperor, it had the power to easily shatter the bones within his hand, wrist, and forearm...assuming he kept hold of the lightsaber.

Once again, Tanomas had a choice to make - sacrifice his arm or his saber.

Yet Malok was not done. The battle had stirred his blood. It inspired his body to sing to the Force, making a silent plea lost upon his own mind. The Darkness eagerly responded to his call, empowering him to Act. It guided him forward, no different than instinct itself, manifesting as an offhand thrusted forward. Power shrieked from Malok: a telekinetic wall launched directly at the Emperor's core. A full impact could easily unseat the man from his solid footing and send him careening backwards...

...And into the hail of blasterfire launched by his subordinates.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Defend Friendly Forces
[member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

The warning light on his console was constantly blinking, but he had muted the alarm. He was flying so low with his two wingmen that the navcomp was constantly trying to complain. The X-Wing didn't rely on uplift from its wings and he had reversed his repulsors. His AG and intertial dampeners counteracted Kaeshana’s gravity.

Asmus flee his X-Wing upside down, just metres from the ground. S-foils were closed to give him more clearance as well as drop the sensor profile of the Dagger class fighter to almost zero. From his perspective the ground was now a ceiling he clung too as he flew. They were coming in fast to cut off the interceptors Ishana had sent south. Red, Gold and Green squadrons were still in the air around the Citadel as well as swarms of Omega fighters.

“On my mark, go!” He pushed down on the flight stick pushing his nose down, which relatively to the planet was actually up. All three fighters rolled and opened the S-Foils as they opened fire. They would appeared suddenly on the Interceptors’ scanners, moments before being engaged.

“Woo!” Asmus cried out as his hands kept his targeting reticule on the prize. His fighter had taken a few bruises but the adrenaline was still flowing. His focus was honed to a knife edge and applied to the First Order fighters. Eriadu was never far from his mind

The message from Meyer came in as Asmus dropped onto the tail of a TIE and chased it back towards friendly lines with a burst of laser fire.

Meyer came over the comm again, a direct line.

“Command we've got more inbound, I want to engage them before they get in range of ground troops.”

“Rogue that Rogue One. The 88th Wing are inbound. Crimson Fury Squadron will join you above the atmosphere, Cyan, Amber and Dust squadrons are providing close air support.”

“Understood. Are you sending someone after Seven?” He asked as Red Squadron moved in to close the door on the TIE assault and Rogues pulled up to meet the Coil. Choli was the youngest member of Rogue Squadron, yet she'd been there just as long as Asmus. If her name went on the list it would be a scar that stayed with him forever. Crimson would meet them in their A-Wings in space whilst Cyan, Amber and Dust would join the ground forces in their X-Wings, B-Wings and Peregrine Gunship's respectively.

If he'd know what Vaas and the First Order were doing to their captives, maiming their bodies before turning them over, his concern for Choli's safety would have been even greater.

The rush of the atmosphere faded slowly as he broke free. The planet’s gravity was still strong here, after all the width of atmosphere was almost nothing compared to the world itself. But at least he didn't have all those pesky air molecules trying to arrest his momentum. One Blue dot with a triangle for undesignated friendly showed the coil. Another twelve marked as Crimson squadron in from the right.

There were a lot of red dots up ahead.

“We're going to break this wing, then start escorting runs on those First Order cruisers,” Asmus called to Kurt, Rogues and Crimson.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Micah Talith"]

"Where are you Fox Two?" Vexen called into her comm. Up above the divot in the ground she could see several air assets through the trees above. Their silhouettes didn't match any Alliance vessels she'd seen and they weren't on her computer. That meant First Order. Fortunately they appeared to be going in the other direction. Vexen didn't harbour any ill will towards the girl Micah was treating, but if it was a choice between her being captured and Micah and herself...

"We are eighteen clicks out. Transmitting out landing zone to you now. You have a small window to get on board as we've got orders to provide support to the seventeenth."

"Understood, Wraith out," Vexen said, padding back towards them. "Can she move yet? We've got to go!"

 

[Quin Leeman]

Location:above Kaeshana, northwest citadel
Allies: The First Order and friends of the FO, Luna Terrikhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14096-luna-terrik/, [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance , [member="Choli Vyn"](if in the air?) and Red Squadron
Primary Objective: give air support to FO troops on the ground
Secondary Objective: support the First Order Fleet
Tertiary Objective: Regroup with the Fleet.

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before Quin could start his strafing run he spotted a whole squad of rebel Starfighters above the citadel, and a few targeting [member="Ludolf Vaas"] 's ATTT's. checked his weapons again and all flight controls for a second time. ​' time to shine' ​he haild @Luna Terrik, ​"knight 10 to knight 4, ready for some kills to add to you record? follow me and lets protected our ATTT's"

​he gunned the throttle speeding toward the two fighter. he had not seen combat since his training in the academy. it was scary and irresistible.

he loved the felling of adrenaline coursing thru his veins. but this was no time to be over excited. he needed his full concentration to take out his enemies. as he continued to speed to attack he know that this would not be easy, but he welcomed the challenge.

he lined up the first fighter with Luna as his wing-man(or is it wing-woman) and began to fire his 6 laser canons at the Rebel Starfighter.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Not sleep with the enemy
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 further to skirt enemy lines

[member="Asharad Graush"] was thrown back by the Force push, widening the distance between them for a few moments of ill placed respite. Neither moved forward to close the chasm, and while Asharad busied himself with giving directives to his men, Joza took the time to tap into an ability that she’d learned at the hands of a Sith. Darth Ax’no was a minx of a priestess, one that Joza had an unsettling relationship with. At one point, the alluring Caprine had acquired the Zeltron as a slave and imparted an important lesson in pain control and tolerance on the then-fresh faced Knight. While she could not heal, she could do the next best thing and soothe pain to a manageable level. Crucitorn could also be used to exacerbate wounds, making a small cut feel like a deadly gash in a salt mine.

The feeling was akin to warm water flowing over her body, dulling the pain and even numbing it in some places. She owed some of that in part to the rush of battle and synthetic adrenaline pumping through her system, but was careful to keep herself from falling into a relaxed and docile state. The pair of duelists may have had a few seconds to breathe, but the wrath of war still raged on around them. Inhaling deeply, she turned her focus towards Asharad with a renewed vigor. He was a good opponent, kept her on her toes, but there were flickers of overconfidence. At his words, a handful of snide remarks ran though her head but none came forth, her natural sass dulled by battle instinct. For a moment, Joza looked at the scene from a different, albeit amusing angle. It was almost like they were in a cheesy holovid, complete with scripted bad-guy lines and plastic abs.

Regardless, these little moments of observation couldn’t be allowed to last. When he’d beckoned her forward, she gave the blade in her left hand a twirl but did not move, instead noting how he’d switched hands from his right to his left. Odd. Given that her blade had melted a portion of it, she figured that the cooled joints would likely be stiff and unworkable. Still, she would reach out, concentrating on overheating the power cell of his lightsaber, and by proxy, the glove that surrounded it. She’d watched Solan perform this exact move before, and had seen Elpsis overheat enemy weaponry plenty of times by now.

In moving forward, she would not charge, but walked at a steady pace. The blade in her left hand would twirl once or twice, rotating to catch or deflect stray fire as if it were second nature.

After all, this was still a battlefield.

Loadout:

Spoiler

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

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Pew Pew all the Things
Ship: Modded Rekali-class
Call Sign: Rakehell One
NPC's: Gold Squadron (9 Y-Wings)
Engaging: Engaging [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Quin Leeman"] [member="Luna"] Terrick
Music

Laira twisted her stick pulling off to the left, working the pedals at her feet to roll out of her dive taking her screaming over the 214th's backlines just before Gold Squadron followed suit.

Her music was still playing in her cockpit as she fired the first Ion torpedo at an armor group and the proton torpedo aimed for an infantry formation. She held the trigger down for the rotary cannon, streaming anti-tank rounds into whatever happened to be in her line of fire, be it infantry, light walker, or artillery. It didn't matter much to the redhead what she was gunning down.

Out from her cockpit window she could see red lightning bursting out from a shield wall formation of mandalorians. Her force sense told her everything she needed to know about that. Her father was on the planet looking for her. That would be an interesting conversation if she didn't slip away from the battle and escape to hyperspace. Then, of course, it would be a conversation between her mother, her father, and her which wouldn't bode well. It could very well end up with her back at the palace for a time.

Inconvenience aside, it wasn't all that unpleasant flying in combat. It worried her, and memories and visions of seeing people torn into small pieces bothered her, but the flying was fun. More fun that she had had in quite a while, even including dancing with Joza, though that was a close second.

"Ee eight, ewar any aa guns we see for Gold Squadron and red squadron." The droid mumbled something melodramatic, but did as he was instructed.

Gold Squadron, weakened after dumping ship killing ordnance into wounded Shaadlars that may or may not be destroyed given that it had been ten or more days since that run, swooped low to drop proton rockets into the 214th in mass, emptying their bays of the rockets, five each Y-Wing.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Entering Atmosphere
Objective: Provide Air Support, do best to stick to new identity
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Choli Vyn"], the GA in general, Amber Squadron
Enemies: The FO, come at me

It all felt so alien to him, like deja vu his surroundings were familiar, but they felt so foreign it had been a lifetime ago he'd been clambering into a ship like this clad in a distinctive orange flight suit. Admittedly Cale, or Cassian Feryn as he'd been going by recently wished he'd been assigned to Crimson, the A-Wings they flew were comfortably familiar. They'd been what he'd became an ace in as a Padawan all those years ago, but the force saw it fit to have him placed in Amber Squadron flying B-Wings.

Lowering himself into the cockpit the man lowered his flight helmet and flashed a thumbs up to his crew chief and lowered the canopy. Running through a quick preflight check he and the rest of Amber were seconds away from launching. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, Cyan will provide air cover, Dust is going to be providing gunship support, our job is to hit heavy targets hard and fast. Prioritize walkers and watch each other's back and we all make it back alive, that clear?" Came the voice of Amber Leader of the COM, a chorus of voices responded with 'yes sir' and so on, Cale simply winked his status light green.

"Something wrong Amber 9? Don't tell me you're spooked old timer." Cut in the voice of another pilot, Amber 2. Cale let out a chuckle as his engines warmed up and the group prepared to launch. He doubted they'd be so friendly if they knew who he actually was, what he'd actually done before joining the alliance as the pilot Amber Squadron vaguely knew.

"Just focusing Amber 2." He replied, adjusting himself in the seat so that the saber he had in a pouch stopped digging into his skin, he needed it with him, just in case.

"Cut the chatter, we launch in three, two, one! Go!"

Like a well oiled machine Amber Squadron launched and soon were tearing through space towards the planet battle raging around them. Locking his s-foils into attack position he and the rest of Amber along with Cyan and Dust raced towards the surface ready to take the fight to the First Order below. As they darted for the surface he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he looked around at the flight of craft he was now with, he would have given anything to not have been a One Sith enforcer controlled by some mix of subconscious indoctrination and outright mind control for plenty of reasons, but one of the biggest was that he hadn't been there to protect people from tyranny, hell he'd been the tyranny and so many had suffered and died because of it.

Now was as good a time as any to make amends.