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

[Kiyron]

Santassia Comm Tower
[member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Arlen Rossi"]
[member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Six-O"]
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Well, when it came to a dramatic entrance, that was more than mildly disappointing, even lacking his cape. Of the five people on the roof, none seemed to notice him drop from the sky. But then, the rest of them were... occupied. One was holding a hostage. Two others were attacking a Sith Lord and two others, who seemed to be his apprentices were staring in confusion. Two Alliance members engaged the Sith while the others...

They took the hostage and jumped. Kiyron grinned beneath the helmet, watching as they fell to the ground far below. The Force absorbed the blow, but still, that took a toll on the body. Something popped up on his sensors, although still invisible through the blizzard. A speeder, moving fast, with hostile IFF. Kiyron knelt and double checked the explosive rounds were secure in the rifle and switched it to automatic.

Then he jumped. Wind and snow screamed past his armor as he fell. There were two targets below, only one within the danger zone. He activated the repulsor pack, stopping his sudden ascent and touched lightly to the ground. He squeezed the trigger at the one not carrying the prisoner. The rifle spat forth a quick burst of explosive ammunition, aiming to catch her in the back.

Still, the air support was reading on his sensors in the helmet and he started tracking it, helmet already calculating trajectories and firing arc for when it arrived. A gust of wind sent sheets of snow between him and the two Sithlings and he started to move, reactivating the repulsorpack and hovering up in the air.

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Blade-Knight"
Location: The Slit-Trenches attacked to the South-Eastern side of the Citadel initially dug in by FN-888, Captured from the FO
Objective: Cover the GA forces pushing into the Citadel, hold down the position
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Joza Perl"],
Enemies: [member="BE-183"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Torian Pierce"],
Forces: Inside the Trenches- 109 Iron Legionnaire Drones 15 (5 in the Citadel, another 5 focusing on Rolf's attack) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 94 (30 focusing on Rolf's attack) armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters
3 (30 troops) squads from the Iron Company, inside the Citadel, 10 troops per squad, organics and intelligent, emancipated Iron Legionnaire Droids alike, armored in the Protectorate Power Armor, and Electro-Cestus, armed with Magnetic Repeaters, mk2 and mk3 bolt guns, CBRW flamers, RC-2 magnetic miniguns, MD-1 mass drivers, depending on the role, and Magnetic Revolvers and Spears of Rae as side-arms, and carrying one Firemane Aspis shield generator
3 Static gunpit w/camouflage netting and tri-pod mounted FWMB-10 repeating blasters dug into the slit trench network (Captured from the FO)
1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
light Mag'Ladroth Personal Walker, right arm CBRW Flamethrower, left arm Magnetic Minigun
1 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon
2 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, one equipped with RC-1 rotary cannons, one equipped with MD-1 mass drivers
1 heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with two RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the sides, one main MD-1 mass driver gun
1 team with dismantled E-Web


Elpsis, Tempest, Draco, Nima, Taryc, Michael, Aeron, Ludolf, Rolf,



The rest of the machines in the immediate proximity to the trench managed to lumber on in inside without much opposition, most of the enemy troops seemed to have been too focused on the nearby Firemane and GA forces to conduct an attack against the fortifying Abregado positions. Either way, as spider droids, dwarf walker, and the rest of drone infantry, including a team now carrying with them the dismantled E-Web towards the Citadel, made their way past friendly lines and finished entrenching themselves. Among them was a droid clad in heavy armor with a grey cloak wrapped around his shoulders, the Blade-Knight, unit charged in commanding these forces.

"Start charging up your guns."

The droid ordered to his spider-droids,

"We have enemy attack incoming against nearby allied positions, they are coming either towards us or a newly captured trench network."

After all, if Rudolf wanted to attack trenches GA held, for majority of the assault now the only trench network held by them was the one the droids dug themselves in, as they were the ones who captured it and initiated the latest push for the Citadel. So unless Firemane and other GA forces managed to take another trench network closer to him, he was coming straight towards the droids.

"Walker, you two with the rotary cannons, 30 of you with repeaters, and 5 of you with the blast-staves come with me."

The Greycloak motioned two one light, one medium droid with shattergun rotary canons, a group of infantry drones, and the walker he arrived in, now piloted by a technician after the droid slipped out of it to lead the battle on foot.

"We are going to reinforce the allied positions against this assault. And call in a mass driver team from the Citadel to reinforce the trenches in case the enemy is going to move armored units against us once more."

And so, the Firemane, Mandalorians, Outbacks, other troops on the side of GA would see the droids adjusting their position in their defenses, focusing their fire to open up against Rolf and his troops as they begun to close in towards the trenches held by GA,

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

The thundering noise of multiple hyper-velocity rotary cannons would echo out throughout the battlefield, raining pellets that shattered rock outcropping into deadly shards, tore through duracrete walls that still remained around the vicinity of the Citadel, a grim reminder of small settlements or military buildings that could have once stood in the location before the cataclysm the planet faced. Occasional hiss from the much quieter repeaters would join this chorus as well as the infantry drones fired on charging stormtroopers, trying to pick out as many of them as they could with the accurate weapons while they moved from cover to cover, and then there was the rain of many blaster bolts fired by the blast-staves, weapons that were bastard offspring of a blaster repeater and an electrostaff.

Meanwhile, the Greycloak sent out a transmission on the allied frequency,

"We have one of FO Legions, under Vaas's command I believe, trying to encircle the Citadel and lay siege, cut off our reinforcements lines, I suggest a unified push to stop their efforts as I calculate more of my droids will be joining the fray soon."

To put some action behind his words, the droids that were left behind in the SE trench network, a large droid tank among them as well, would be prepared to open fire against any of Ludolf's units that, in their attempt to encircle the fortress, would get too close to the trenches, their mass drivers were ready to punch through vehicles and bombard infantry alike.


Rexus Wenck



Attacking Rexus- 4 medium Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, 2 armed with RC-1 rotary cannons (One completely disarmed), 2 armed with MD-1 mass drivers
1 damaged heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with one RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the left side, one main MD-1 mass driver gun, right side melted and destroyed from previous FO bombardment



The mount on which rotary cannons stood was a small and strong target, considering their weight, one especially hard to hit while the droids were moving around skittering from between cover to correct their aim here and there. When the barrage of blaster bolts came to claim it there would be some difficult in doing so, especially since most blasters were not that accurate on longer range compared to slugthrowers. At first the rain of plasma would splash against the outcroppings and walls the droids used for protection as well as the soil in front of them, turning it to glass, a few particular shots managed to leave scorched marks on the tough armor on the droid's chassis. Finally, the effort would pay off as a few accurate strikes melted through the hard point and the rotary cannon slid down from the droid with a loud clang as it hit the soil.

However, that would not stop the machine from attacking, as it was a medium version of Abregado's spider-droids, meaning it had two rotary cannons mounted on them.

So the second cannon would keep on firing, more barrages hitting the cover around it, burning even deeper holes in its armor, weakening it substantially in the process until finally few more rounds would hit its strong point and the second rotary cannon would slide off as well, dropping down to the soil with even worse clang as this one fired few more rounds even as it tumbled down to the ground, sending them off somewhere into the air. By the time the machine was disarmed it would probably claim few more stormtrooper lives or at least eat away at their cover with the hyper-velocity guns. With the cannons now on the ground its pincer-limbs extended out from its back, trying to grab the weapons and mount them back up on its chassis to no avail.

To make things matters worse, while one droid was now more or less harmless, the second still kept firing, and its heavier armed brethren would find their trajectories.

BWAAAAAM-BWAAAAAAAM!

There came a deafening noise of two gunshots as the first mass-driver armed spider droid empties its two cannons, armed with solid shots they were aimed towards the edges of the trenches the stormtroopers used, and any sandbags or walls they set up to protect them. The hit would connect with soil then, raising up a cloud of dust and rain of mud and pebbles, hopefully doing its job and bursting open the defenses of the trenches, although [member="Mao"] would probably not really appreciate the noise their impact made as she fought off Rexus.

BWAAAAAM-BWAAAAAAAAAAAM!

Second salvo came through from the other droid, aiming towards the gap opened up by the first mass-driver armed spider droid, this time the ammunition used was a boltgun explosive bolt. The ammunition that usually exploded out spherically with shrapnel had a peculiar effect when fired from the mass driver, at the extreme velocity its explosion and shrapnel were propelled forward in a cone, making it much more useful at bombardments where there was a risk of friendly fire as it was much more manageable than normal shells. It hit the edge of the trenches with a blinding flash as its payload exploded on the impact with soil and the hopefully opened defenses.

Although these shots did not hit as hard, making them much less effective against vehicles, the shrapnel that cut like shattergun pellets was fairly effective against dealing with infantry, especially one grouped up.

Thankfully since both shots were aimed at clearing out defenses rather than specific stormtrooper groups and both were some sort of area of effect, the machines did not had to aim that much as long as it did not hit their allies in vicinity of the bombardment.

Either way, the mass-driver armed spider droids skittered back to recharge their guns before another salvo was ready, the noise of heavy footsteps behind them was growing closer, yet the source did not made its appearance just yet.


BE-183 (Sergeant Zero)


One team of the Iron Company commandos was ordered to pull back and reinforce their entry point against potential counter-attack, one team that brought the Aspis generator into what used to be a generator building for the Citadel was ordered to hold down the point and secure it while its technicians went to work, the third squad went on the mission of clearing out the Citadel with other GA and allied forces, reinforced by their blast-staff wielding drones.

The troops of the Iron Company as a group accumulated as much if not more so experience in combat than the stormtroopers of the FO, after all the Company begun its career during the early days of the Protectorate, back when it was still known as the Pyre, long before the current incarnation of the FO came to be. Once the company was placed under command of one particular droid, only a lieutenant back then, they adopted his strategy of using fewer but much better equipped and armored units to deal with enemy forces. Each battle they were like a furious metal line resisting wave after wave of Bando Gora, from Bespin and Genenna all the way to Hoth, Alzoc III, and Kal'Shebob. As their commander rose in rank and prominence so did their funds and their numbers expanded along with their arsenal, they were a Company only in name although their military traditions and tactics remained, honed still as they joined further Campaigns, those against the Horde in what is now Kathol Outback space, the attacks of Fringe when they stood strong against assault on Eriadu, the war with the Confederacy and the Siege of Druckenwell and Naboo when it became clear that their enemy cared for nothing but spreading destruction, and the campaigns against the One Sith in the Core before their commander retired for a brief period of times and their activities somewhat ceased until recently. Plus there were those fights against the undead during the Dark Harvest incident, but that was weird.


Either way, the squad of technicians and engineers were doing their thing as they begun to secure and install the generator in the old building of the Citadel,

"How is it looking?"

Their Greycloak commander comm'ed in, asking for update,

"We can do it, the infrastructure and machinery is all here. It's going to take some time though, all of this it is crisped to chaos, we need to put the power generator back online with field repairs before attaching the Aspis to it."

A reply came quickly enough,

"Good, keep working, we need it up as soon as possible."


As to the squad clearing out the way through the Citadel, they were making their route through the fortress's battlements from cover to cover, somewhere along the north and north-east approach where their allies were now coming under enemy fire as Rolf attempted to begin charging in counter-attack, some of their other droid allies joining in from below the walls.

It was then that the commandos spotted Sergeant Zero and his team on their vantage point along the perimeter, one of the armored soldiers wielding a RC-2 minigun raised his weapon and begun to rotate the barrels, opening fire on the stormtroopers to try and pin them down as his squad-mates joined in, using the accurate magnetic repeater to try and pick off the stormies wielding heavier weaponry before they could do even more damage. One of the Iron Company troops raised his MD-1 portable mass drivers, taking aim at Zero's position, charging up the heavier weapon but not firing just yet, although their squad leader sent out a transmission on the allied channels,

"We have enemy presence in a strong-point along Citadel perimeter, near north approach, we could use an artillery or air strike, whichever is available."


Torian Pierce, Laira,


It would take dodging heavy AA fire from GA positions and Laira's air forces chasing them every step of the way, but in their initial strike the air forces under Torian's command were able to take down two of the four dropships heading towards the GA landing zone.

One vessel, a heavy dropship, was struck by a a trail of twin blaster cannons, whipping it across one of its wings, sending it lurching towards one side which quickly turned into a stall as it rolled and tumbled into a nearby cliff-face. In its explosion a large husk of a droid tank could be seen falling out of its wrecked hold. A droid tank was a fairly valuable prize as the droid forces somewhat struggled keeping up with all the armored vehicles making their appearance on the battlefield.

The second dropship struck down was lighter, it was about to land when either a streak of lasers or a missile, if the FO fighters bothered using missiles, struck the aft of the vessel. It yanked upwards from the impact, losing balance as it overshot the landing zone, plowing into a ruined field around, spinning on the ground as it tumbled and rolled from the impact, the dropship's doors were yanked open, snugged on the rough soil, from within bodies of infantry drones came flying out, thrown around the place as if they were toy soldiers and a child with temper tantrum had its way with them.


The other two dropships managed to land safely, from the lighter one a squad of five light spider droids came skittering out, getting into a loose formation, three of them had rotary cannons, two mass drivers. The other vessel, a heavier version, had four medium spider droids aboard, two with rotary cannons, two with mass drivers, they quickly followed in suit of their less armored but faster counter-parts.

The droid made way towards the closet cover, following their programmed protocols, but FO airforces would probably be able to notice their movements, if they still wished to harass GA reinforcements before they made their way to the front lines, now it was time.

As for Laira, she would be able to hear two transmission on the open channel, as well as see two of the allied transports being shot down,

"Enemy air forces are harassing our troop transports!"

Must have been that Captain Obvious recently transferred to a nearby division, she would know as much already, the other transmission would come from the commando squads clearing way along the Citadel's battlements,

"We have enemy presence in a strong-point along Citadel perimeter, near north approach, we could use an artillery or air strike, whichever is available."

It was all up to her whether to focus her forces on chasing the FO harassing their troops or help out with taking the Citadel by taking care of those stormtroopers, if she had ammunition for it that is. Or she could always try to split her forces up and try to take care of both objectives, all up to her.

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Somewhere near Santaissa
Allies: GA
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Gear: Lightsaber, Basic battle armor, DL-44

Judah only received the slightest reprieve to breath when the debris hit the weak point on his opponent's armor. The one breath was enough to keep him from staggering to the ground and blacking out so soon. The pain she drew to fuel her choke made the padawan desperate. He had to stop her somehow, even if it meant killing her. She was already injured, and with the difficulty he had breathing, attacking with his saber was not an option. Sending the force to the pain, he subdued it. While this took a lot of energy, and didn't help the breathing it did clear his mind.

His hand pulled at the blaster he had on his hip. In a split moment he began to fire it in her direction. If he could force her to take cover, then she would have to break the choke. Of course she could just keep it going, that's why he was aiming at the hand which she had extended. Judah's plan was to keep firing until she dealt with the blaster in his hand. Perhaps he would have the strength in those few moments to attack the weak spot in her armor with his lightsaber.

For now his thoughts were focused on getting free. As the weight of the choke closed his windpipe, Judah certainly contemplated killing her just to end the onslaught. If this didn't work he would have time for only one more desperate maneuver before he would give out. This dark sider was not the brute the others had been. Her attacks were based in the force, and it would take the force to stop her, but it would also take more energy than Judah wanted to expend so soon.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, Semi-Paved Road.

Speeder whistles and Joan's visor illuminates a path for the Stormtrooper Officer. Waves smack against the adjacent seastack to the Stormtroopers and washes their white stark armour a sickening brown. "Ugh, yuck!" Joan growls and gives the handles another twist and drop of foot. The Speeder shifts up a gear and zooms forward at eye-watering speeds, Joan lowers herself towards the speeder. Wind flow licks off of nape. "Double time it Troopers! We've gotta get to the camp and assess the damage." Distant tarps flails across the durasteel tent frame with desperate First Order doctors in HAZMAT suits. Attempt to down the white tarps down in defiance of the powerful southern gust. Eldorai women visibly accost the First Order personnel and a scowl forms across Joan's pallor. "Keep your stun batons close, we might need to restore order to this humanitarian camp. The white coats look like they've got their hands full."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knWPS6sNIdo

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Lydia scrabbled across the rubble and gravel, tripping over a larger rock and slamming into the ground. A bolt of superheated plasma raced over her head, which would have caught her square in the midsection if she had she been on her foot. Thank the Force, she thought wryly as she crawled forward and then climbed to her feet, coming breathlessly to stop beside [member="Rolf Amsel"] behind a stone barrier. "Aren't they concerned about refugees fleeing the city?" she demanded between gasps to the Major, her voice trembling with adrenaline-fueled rage, her otherwise adorable features, now streaked with dirt and blood, contorting into a mask of indignant fury. "I'm not even in armor and they nearly took my head off!"

She unholstered her datacam and held it up so the camera was pointing over the top of the stone outcropping they were behind. The battlefield seemed impossibly long from here; she gasped when she felt a hand on her arm, her head whipping to the side to see [member="Rolf Amsel"] there. "S-sorry," she whispered. She turned, looking to where his finger pointed. A pile of bodies marked the goal line. She listened to him, nodded and took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes, I understand," she answered. Liddy looked at Amsel briefly, a question in her eyes that died somewhere between there and her lips. She wasn't really a reporter in this moment; she was a woman just trying to survive the day. "I understand," she repeated, and she began.

Lydia hurtled headlong out from behind the barrier, able to move quickly without the added bulk of armor. She was nearly there when she felt an excruciating pain in her side. Was she in worse shape than she thought? The pain was like a cramp, but more severe than she had ever experienced, so severe in fact that she stumbled and lost her balance. Forward momentum kept her going and she half-slid, half-rolled into the trench, her back slamming into the rear wall. She put a hand to her side where the cramp was but instantly recoiled; it was hot. Liddy looked down at her side and gasped; her light armored vest had been melted into her skin, the bloody burn from a plasma bolt having caught her in the side as she ran. She whimpered and looked over the edge of the trench; the troopers were almost there. Liddy quickly tied her coat around her torso, hiding the wound from view -- she winced, very nearly blacking out at the roaring pain that resulted. She didn't know if it was life-threatening, but it hurt more than anything she had ever experienced. Even still, she refused to allow herself to become a burden on the stormtroopers with whom she was traveling.

 

[Mao]

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

Enemies in the atmosphere of Citadel Airspace: [member="Torian Pierce"] ANYONE WHO WANTS TO FIGHT MY STARFIGHTERS.

DIRECTLY ENGAGING:: [member="Rexus Wenck"]


This was not her final stand.

Mao was just getting started. Her roar matched the nearly deafening crackle of electricity as Rexus' baton smacked right against the helm. Electricty shot through, fizzling the HUD, making it twitch and sizzle. The crack grew wider. Shards of glasteel struck right under her eye, barely protected by the nictitating membranes that swept over them. Blood welled and warmth began to trickle down within the mask.

Their bodies were two writing, groaning features slamming against the mud, and the blood, and the poodootiest of situations that made the Firrerreo a force to be reckoned with.

Straddling in a manner that at any other time would have been fantastic for stress relief, the Spec Ops Commander took to Wenck with all the rage of a fury. And by the Nine Hells, it was a heck of a give and take.

He nabbed her visor once, twice -- on the third time, her hand came up to catch his wrist while the other came down to try and smack him with her armored gauntlet against the face again. From between that half cracked helm, Rexus would be able to see the nictitating membrane slipped back, and one electric sapphire eye glared down at the Buckethead. Between the curses, the spat of blood, and the growls of fury, the two took to a far more intimate brawl.

Hardock heard Mao cry out, swinging wide. The old single digit clone was far more intrinsically in tune with the Firerreo. Her rage was his own. It was also his weakness. Without his brothers to fight beside him, he was dependent on Mao to keep him focused.

One sonic weapon could pack a heck of a punch. From several? Even more. The single digit clone wasn't the sort of using a shield to protect himself. He was far used to hard, massive hits and a furious fighting style. The man gave a brutal cry, finding his senses ablaze. He fell to a knee, chest sawing back and forth, slammed back to back by the sonic blasts.

Yet he wasn't dropping without a lash back. Blood came trickling from his ears and from his nose. In his eyes, an emerald fire seemed to consume their depths. One massive concussion wave went blasting back with a fierce scream. It sent off enough of a force and shock wave to knock back ferocrete. When he went down, it would not be without a fight.

The Omega Pyre Guardians, Knights, and Eharl class starfighters were steadily claiming more and more airspace within the section where the Mandalorian (@Face) and her forces had fought against with. More lives were lost, more ships fell, but with every death came a steady increase in airspace control.

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In the Air

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

• 10 OS-I1 Ranger
• 8 OS-B2 Crusader
• 1 OS-I2 Scout
• 19 OS-G3 Paladin
• 32 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

 

[Micah Talith]

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

That had been a firm no. Didn't bother Micah none that she practically yelled it out. He figured she was due to some heavy objection. He could understand not wanting to be knocked out while being carried by a stranger.

A glower was sent over Vexen's direction, but there was no venom to it. It was their usual banter. Concern over the Defel and any wounds she might have come over the young man. But through their bond he was at least assured she wasn't terribly harmed. They would all end up with a few bruises at least.

Vexen would be able to track a solid path to take them to the rendezvous. Hearing the Defel apologize made Micah give a half smile. She meant it.

Keeping his mouth mum for the first time, Micah focused on taking over the landscape with as little sharp jarring movements as possible.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Citadel of Dawn.
Engaging: Joza Perl
Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Samka Derith"]
NPCs: [In the Process of Retreating] [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Nima Tann"],

While [member="Joza Perl"] focused the Force to heat up the energy cell within his lightsabre, the Sith continued listening to the reports he was receiving. The Potentia Juggernauts had since reversed and were pulling from the Citadel of Dawn, beyond a line of mountains some distance off, evidently awaiting the First Order infantry to regroup with them.

:: Regroup. South. You have the coordinates. :: ​

It was at that point that A'sharad did realize that the palm of his gauntlet was relatively warped, despite the glow of melted metal having since disappeared from when he had previously grasped her weapon. Interesting. While she hadn't directly attacked him, he couldn't determine what the Zeltron was doing. It made no difference to him. She was moving to him, slowly, too slowly, so he too reached out into the Force to her. In Vyrassu's case, directly to her.

Simultaneously, while the lightsabre in his palm combusted he had utilized Force Sight, and it wasn't difficult to find that spot above the furrow in her armour he had caused earlier. Specifically, her heart. He struck there with the Force, and aggressively, the pain from his left hand before his lightsabre consumed his left hand in a burning sensation, even the wound across his lower section, he had drawn strength from the pain there. Within his mind's eye, and with the aid of Force Sight, his right hand mirrored the actions that he took metaphysically.

A fist wrapped around a heart, and squeezing, all with the intent of bursting it like a bubble.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: The Sky, Near the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: The Galactic Alliance (if you need air support raise ya hand), [member="Asmus James"], [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: [member="Luna Terrik"], the FO in general, also probably [member="Ludolf Vaas"] since he's in charge of ground stuff
Objective: Hit ground targets as well as hostile fighters
Status: Amber Squadron at full strength (10 B-Wings)

The pilot didn't flinch as atmosphere buffeted his craft as it sped down to the surface. Within the confines of the cockpit Cale kept his mind focused on the task at hand, he needed to prioritize the ground targets, but any fighter craft would also be important to hit or Dust Squadron would be slaughtered, Cyan could only be in so many places at once. If he was a betting man he'd be sure that Dust was likely already being preyed on by First Order fighters.

As they cleared towards the atmosphere Cale didn't bother bringing up anything other than his rudimentary targeting systems, he trusted in the force for the rest. "Amber, Dust is taking some hits from Order TIE's. As usual, we'll be picking up Cyan's slack." Stated Amber Leader over the COM, the last bit earning a few chuckles, it wasn't anything more than a joke to attempt to ease the tension of the moment and intra-squadron rivalries weren't uncommon Cale was sure.

"Amber 2, 4, and 9, break off and target the TIEs, the rest of you stay on target for the walkers." The commander ordered, the three fighters dropping out of formation with precision. Cale kept his face stony as he dipped the fighter forward and to the side, pulling down and out of the flight and into a delta formation with Amber 2 at the head.

As they broke away, the flak hit. All around the blasts perforated the sky around the remainder of Amber, the assault craft weaving through the hailstorm with the intent of striking the walkers from above and to then pull away, but they weren't in range of their targets just yet.

"Keep up if you can rookie!" Snipped Amber 2 to Cale, who in all likelihood had flown five times as many combat missions as her and simply winked his status light once again as the B-Wings made a beeline for some of Knight Squadron's fighters. Cale focused his mind, his gloved finger gently slid onto the trigger as he pushed all else from his mind but one of the interceptors below him.

As the range between himself and the blazingly fast and agile interceptors closed, Cale led his target with the cannons of his craft and waited until the force, not his targeting system told him the prime instant to fire. Then, suddenly the ever present force gave what he had come to know over the years as its way of saying to fire. With a sigh he pulled the trigger, the primary cannons thundering to life as they rained red laser blasts down onto the interceptors, as did Amber 2 and 9. "May the force be with you." He whispered to himself, whether the statement was to his comrades or those who were about to become one with the force by his hand, he didn't know.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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Aermoira was given all she needed, the go-ahead by the Grand Moff herself. "Get ahold of Val'Hala Sector command," she told Lieutenant Choi. "Advise them to send out supplies to Forward Operating Base Fenrik." Fenrik had been recently established by [member="FN-888"] and the First Order was starting to converge on that base, but they would need more than that and so would the Commander. A humanitarian operations camp had been established a little further south of it, or so she had thought the brunette moved down to look at the map. She was going to have [member="Charlotte Reed"] take over command so she could get down to the dirt, but now that she thought about it. "Choi, advise them to send a deployment carrier. Have them load in the prefabricated garrison, we're going to refit that into a science station."

"H-how?" Quentin asked, "we don't-"

"We do, the Emerson and the Engel are science configurations of the Empire-class ships. We just need to get down to the ground and unload our supplies, we don't have enough forces to escort them and the carrier will still be out of reach." The Commander paused for thought, "get us down there, advise Fenrik we're heading down and to clear out space." It was a risky move, they could be shot down much like the Wrath but it was a risk they had to take. "Status on the medical transports?"

"Blackwell and Saving Grace are now down on the surface, by the Hippocrates and Florence... Hippocrates is preparing to head back to First Order space," Choi adds, "and the Florence won't be far behind." The lieutenant looks down at the monitor, "relaying orders to the Stellaris. Bolt Pack Alpha will escort us down. Commander, do you think we'll be able to launch back out?"

Aermoira tucked her lips in as she thought, "we'll have to improvise but yes, we should."

This was beyond crazy, Choi thought but then again - the Southern Hemisphere was relatively unharmed by the battles taking place in the Northern Hemisphere. They should be able to land and take off given enough equipment to do so. If anything they could scrap some of the bolts and use their parts if needed if things got that desperate. "FOB Fenrik, this is Lieutenant Choi with the Science Group we're heading down to Fenrik, give us some space alright? Got about 4KM getting ready to set down." [member="FN-888"].

​

"She's insane." Commander Josef Wilhuff remarks, "absolutely insane."

"Cover her, we'll head down last. Maintain disruption on Alliance communications," he ordered, they had been in orbit for quite a long time and were now going to be heading dirt side. The Alliance somehow managed through their blockade unhindered and so he could see some reason in going down. Build the base, build all the bases it seemed - knowing the young Commander Cyone it would be a science station, which meant any strategic base building would be left to him. Annoyed, he looked to Geyzmalla and Decanders. "Relay orders to Val'Hala Sector Command, we'll need consumables, food, medicine, filters - everything. If we are to restore Kaeshana to its former glory then we must do so with care."

As cold and as calculating as he could be, Wilhuff knew that hearts and minds were key.

Not everyone and not every Eldorai would want their help, this much he knew and tried to convince Aermoira of this as well. " A sigh, "have the Raptors descend once the Empires touchdown." He advised, "keep missiles on the ready." With the Science Group moving out of position to head down toward the surface, this would be the perfect opportunity for members of the Alliance to attack.

​

Corpses. More Corpses. This was the result of their rescue now, it was now more of search than rescue. Looking for parts, bodies, anything they could find and put together into a full person if they were lucky. Major Eldrel wiped the sweat from her brow by now the crews of six Steadfast-class medical cutters were working to pull more bodies from the wreckage of the FIV Wrath. If they were lucky they found a survivor but that luck was running out. "Hippocrates is heading back," remarked one of the other rescue workers, "they're full..."

Of the dead, mostly - but also hope. Hippocrates and Florence were fortunate in that the Blackwell and Saving Grace? Not so much. "Do you think the Galactic Alliance will go to war with us?" A medic asked as they set down limbs and a torso.

"Most likely," Eldrel replied dryly as she secured her harness once more waiting for the medic for them to repel into the wreckage. "They see us as the tyrants, as facists who could not fathom their moral compass."

"We were here to help," the medic replies, "we-"

Leona looked down to the medic and sighed, "it matters not what our original purpose was, nor our intentions. What matters now is that we survive and we prove to the alliance that we... That we are more." The medic secured themselves to Leona and then they repelled down. By now the flames had been put out and other rescue workers were pulling out more bodies. "More than what they believe and we show the Galaxy that we are here to help them all. Peace and stability, is that not what we experience in our nation?"

"We do."

"We can be fair, we can negotiate," a pause, "the Alliance? Can do neither."

It was her opinion, and it was bitter- vile, she had seen now the extent in which the Alliance would go to. Siding with the Dark Jedi, bringing down an entire star destroyer to rest upon a mountain and sending thousands to their deaths. All within the blink of an eye...

 

[Roth Tillian]

Allies: [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Arix Askrima"]
Opponent: @Carlysle Rausgeber
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The battered fighters of the Wild Knights regrouped outside the jamming field, sensors and comms suddenly flashing to life as they regained contact with the rest of the battlesphere. Damage reports flashed across his HUD as he studied them, assessing the damage. They'd lost one pilot in the attack, the interceptors were battered, and the reaction seemed negligible. He frowned, but held back a curse. The ship must have secrets they weren't aware of, perhaps reinforced engines. It was pretty uncommon, but possible.

"Knight One," the message came in, "Regroup and assist Rogue One in assault on the ImpX ship Liberator. Fighter squadrons are assaulting from aft."

"Roger that," Roth replied, running diagnostics on his ship. "Need to make a quick stop. Fighter damaged beyond further combat functioning."

"Affirmative, Knight One. Will prepare the B-Wings for your squadron." A pang pricked Roth in the chest at the words.

"Squadron minus one," he added, "And affirmative. Landing hot in two minutes."

The fighters fell in beside him, streaking through space in a tight formation, only breaking to engage TIEs that came in too close, lashing out and cutting them down with laser fire like a school of stellar sharks.

Roth grimaced as the craft rocked and shuddered around him. The stabilizers were barely functioning, especially as they drew closer to the carrier. He guided the limping ship, cutting the acceleration at the last minute and the craft hit the ground hard. The cockpit sprung open with a hiss and he jumped out, running for the nearby B-wing. They really needed an all-purpose fighter more suited for their role. Something more specialized than an X-wing too. He snorted. A specialized all-purpose fighter, like that made any sense.

Not long after, they were back in the battle, flying B-wings. Roth wasn't quite as big a fan of these as the Knight fighters, but they had the durability and firepower to make a difference.

"Knights, the target is marked on the navcomputers. Allied fighters are on attack run now. Time to draw the fire away." As they ducked and weaved through the battle, Roth and the other pilots sank into the Force, letting it guide them. But they were also crafting images in their minds, shaping them with detail and preparing to send them out. Roth created the image of three squadrons of K-wings and held it in his mind's eye, picturing them on their attack run.

Then, when the target was closer in range, he pushed the images out to the crews of the ship.

"Knights, tighten up on me. We're coming down from above and hitting the tower and joining the other attack force."

He locked the s-foils into attack position and pushed the throttle forward. The fighter sped up, angling down towards the massive command tower.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, Humanitarian Camp.

Joan listened to the message from Fenrik's control tower. "Wilco, Over." The Z-74 speeder bike pulls up and drifts to the side with a shift of weight from its mounted Stormtrooper. The Speeder bike artfully slides between the fence posts of the humanitarian station and halts in the view of several stunned Eldorai. The Lieutenant dismounts the speeder bike after turning it off. What seemed to be a brewing riot is quelled in its infancy by the sheer sight of the three blaster brandishing Stormtroopers. "What, nothing to say now?" Joan goads the subdued group of Eldorai citizens, a scientist approaches Joan. "You're a sight for sore eyes Ma'am! We've been unable to maintain order in the camp. If you could get these Eldorai into orderly lines we'd appreciate that!" The young man shouts of the sound of howling wind rocking their figures gentle. "It's alright sir! I'll get this sorted out."

Joan walks forward towards the blob of hungry and desperate looking Eldorai and holds left-hand out with fingers extended in a friendly gesture. Right-hand keeps a firm grip around the trigger grip. They are frightened, confused and it solicits a certain compassion from the Stormtrooper to see them like this in such a personal proximity. "Ladies and gentlemen! We have come here to facilitate your safe and orderly registration as internally displaced refugees. We cannot do this without your co-operation. First Order vessels are en route to turn this modest camp into a fully equipped medical facility where we can provide you all with medical care and the necessities to survive. All we ask is that you remain inside the camp at all times and do not impede the work of First Order Military or Government personnel." Joan finishes speaking, a First Order protocol droid standing behind the Stormtroopers translates the Officer's message into the Eldorai language. Joan watches the reaction of the Eldorai citizens who begrudgingly seem to accept their situation; So proud even in their current state. Joan concludes it must wound their pride to rely on off-worlders for aid when they thought of themselves so highly. While the Eldorai spoke limited basic they appeared to understand Joan somewhat as she spoke. Self-segregating themselves into lines visibly divided by sex, which almost solicits an amused chuckle from Joan.

[member="Aermoira Cyone"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

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

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Objective: Destroy Therapy Command
Location: Imperial-x Star Destroyer Vindicator.
POV: Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber.

Carlyle watched as his fleet continued to press the attack against Therapy Command, but kept his peripheral vision on the Contempt. Despite the distraction of turbolaser and ion fire, the officers eyes kept looking back at the wounded ship. There was a lot on his mind right now, and he knew, one mistake and it would all be over. First the Imperator, and now the Contempt looked to be on her way out. "Move the fleet away from the Contempt," The commodore barked, "And prepare to receive escape pods. I don't think the Grand Admiral's ship will last too much longer."

"Understood Commodore," Comms replied, returning to his console.

"How goes the Imperator evacuation?" Carlyle asked.

"Very well sir, there were some casualties," Comms began "But most of the crew is out of it." Comms continued, "The escape pods have moved further away from the wreck, and are conducting internalised roll call."

"Good, very good." Carlyle said. There was no sign of the usual contempt or sarcasm that accompanied those words in his voice. Rather the opposite. He hadn't anticipated mercy from those who'd callously attacked a humanitarian mission. "Any further reports?" He asked.

"Star Destroyer Excubitor and its escorts request further orders." Comms reported.

"Commander Piett's fleet is still under fire, correct?" Carlyle asked.

"Aye, it is," Scanning reported, "She's still under attack."

"Have the Excubitore exert fire upon them, move the fleet into attack position, and then charge." Carlyle commanded, "That'll avenge the Imperator." Comms nodded, but Carlyle paused him, "Tell the group to take prisoners, and do not fire upon the escape pods. In fact, avoid firing upon anywhere escape pods may be. The enemy may be scum, but we owe them that at least."

"Aye aye Commodore!" Comms replied.

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Objective: Reinforce Aran Piett.
Location: Imperial-x Star Destroyer Excubitor.
POV: Captain Farel Sterne.

In the distance, the small battlegroup began to turn towards Vilin's fleet as it engaged Aran Piett's forces. Aboard the bridge, Captain Farel Sterne took command. The fleet had been moving away from the brief battle where the Imperial Remnant had retreated, like the cowards they were. When the Communications Officer finished explaining Commodore Rausgeber's commands. To say the crew were eager for blood, was something of an understatement, emotions ran high and the officer

"We have our orders gents!" The captain barked, "All ships, begin movement towards that fleet."

"Captain, our heavier turbolasers are within range of the enemy!" The Gunnery Officer reported.

"Good, good, commence firing upon any ships with Interdictor signatures. I think it's about time we free up our movements." Sterne said with a snarl.

Within seconds of the command, the long range batteries of two victory-x destroyers and their imperial-x cousin began to fire upon the Nebulon B9 frigate which had restricted so much movement.
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Location: Imperial-x Star Destroyer Vindicator.
Objective: Destroy Therapy Command.
POV: Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber

TIE Operations peaked her head up from the starboard crew pit and looked at his commanding officer. "Commodore, FIV Liberator has picked up fighters heading towards its rear. Vixen squadron are engaging, but request assistance."

Carlyle turned, "How many Ops?" he asked.

"It appears to be two squadrons sir, or at least one and a half?" TIE Ops replied, "We can't get a clean figure. All we know is that they're coming up the rear. Appears they'll be aiming to destroy the bridge's deflector shield."

Carlyle chuckled, "Tell Major Cordern that he had authorisation to deploy three TIE squadrons." Carlyle said, "Let's show these Alliance scum the real mettle of First Order fighters."

"Of course Commodore." the TIE Operations officer replied with pride, "Major Cordern, your squadron is cleared to engage hostiles. Happy hunting."
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Location: Behind of Imperial-x Star Destroyer Vindicator, Drachen One.
Objective: Destroy Alliance scum.
POV: Major Horace Cordern.
Force: 12x TIE Defenders, 12x TIE Space Superiority Fighters, 12x TIE Interceptors.

"Major Cordern, your squadron is cleared to engage hostiles." Those were the words any half decent TIE pilot wanted to hear, "Happy hunting." The Operations officer added.

The Major chuckled, "Drachen, Valkyrie and Fury squadrons, follow behind. I'll take point." The pilot smirked, "We have hostiles to whack."

"Drachen One, this is Valkyrie One, Over. We are following your lead." Valkyrie One reported. Valkyrie squadron was a unit made exclusively of TIE/IN fighters.

"Drachen One, this is Fury One. Following the leader, over." Fury One reported. Fury squadron was a rookie squad made up of the standard TIE variant.

Horace turned his TIE/D fighter and began to accelerate through the First Order battlegroup, sticking beneath the warships to avoid the oncoming cannon and flak fire aimed at Therapy Command. The three squadrons formed into loose wedges, and began to make a beeline for the Vixen squadron. The TIE's of Vixen had made an admirable attempt to try and hold off the enemy, but using just ordinary TIE's when caught off guard wasn't enough.

"Hostile bombers at point three dash seven Major!" Drachen Three warned.

"Drachen squadron, move to engage bombers!" Cordern commanded, "Valkyrie intercept, and Fury assist Vixen, we're not letting them go out without a fight."

"Copy that Drachen One, moving to intercept!" Valkyrie One replied, the interceptors launched themselves up, and began to fire at the bombers making preparations for their attack run. The heavier TIE defenders brought up the rear, and fired their ion cannons at the bombers.

"Let's show these bastards who the Force is really with!" Horace whooped, as he accelerated into battle.

Summary of Actions:

A fleet of 1 Imperial-x, 2 victory-x's, 2x Empire frigates and 4x daggers are moving to engage Vilin.
Of that fleet, only the imperial-x and victory-x ships are engaging the nebulonB.
Carlyle's fleet has continued to engage Therapy Command.
Carlyle's fleet is steadily moving away from the Contempt.
3 Squadrons of TIE's are moving to wipe out the fighter/bomber combo coming up the rear.

[member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Vilin"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kyrana Gould"] | @Asmus James | [member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

[SIZE=10pt]Somewhere near Santaissa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: FO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Judah Lesan Jr."][/SIZE]
Gear: [SIZE=10pt]Armourhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/68540-fo-01-stormtrooper-armour/, [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]baton[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]gun[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]The broken leg burned like a fire impossible to extinguish, even the slightest of movements sent fresh plethora of suffering throughout her body, enough to form tears in the woman’s corrupted eyes. Still, she continued, her own mind so focused and devoted to defeating her opponent it became the sole point of her existence in that very moment. Nothing could stop her now, even though the Jedi’s feeble attempts at freeing himself from her unforgiving power tried. The stunt meant to cut her off her currently limitless supply of pain was in vain, merely leading to wasting his own strength the body so greedily demanded to fight the young woman’s iron grip curled around his windpipe. And then it was too late for him to change the course of action and reverse the unfortunate fate, brain would rapidly falter due to desperately lacking air, followed by sweet oblivion and pitch black night. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Pain and anger alike reached epic heights and shook her body violently, hoping to rob the disciple of all self-control. Discipline and cold, cruel calculation stepped in just in time before killing strike could be delivered, though what awaited the Jedi was fate far worse than death, a true insult to weight on him like a bloody stain. With great difficulty, Zmej’s broken hobble brought her to the man, hand reaching out and telekinetically summoning the idle lightsaber hilt into her open palm. Upon finally holding the valuable trophy, a victorious smirk curled the corners of her lips, yellow hued eyes studying the cylinder as she turned it around for admiration from all sides. A trophy to serve as a memento of today’s success – and eternally reminding the Jedi of his failure. Stuck in their dogmatic ways, the Jedi order believed lightsabers to be direct extensions of their will, and so the weapon mean to serve the innocent would be used to wreak havoc and death upon the cursed Alliance and their allies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Until we meet again."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Sparing one last glance on the Jedi, Zmej Ren set off, badly wounded, yet filled with so much pent up anger it turned pain and injuries into just another inconvenience to overcome. The barely noticeable weight of a lightsaber begged her hand to test its capabilities on some poor Alliance and rebels fools to get in her way – and being far from done, the disciple gave in, igniting the brilliant emerald blade of pure plasma and ripping into the nearest enemies.[/SIZE]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Citadel of Dawn, near [member="BE-183"] [member="Dish"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Objectives: Keep it together

Long ago Jacen had been ruled by his fears. His failures had hung over him and he had been prone to falling into deep depressions. Even when the New Jedi Order formed together on Sullust he had been a troubled man. [member="Aela Talith"] herself had been forced to incarcerate him for a time until he could sort out his head. [member="Adele Adonai"] hadn’t come to save him, but in the end she had. Now that all seemed like a long time ago. Change came slowly, but he was the master of his own mind now.

When it came to war everything became simple. The Light Side of the Force was his guide. He mapped out what he needed to do, laying out the road ahead before he followed it. Then he simply did what needed to be done. No matter the personal cost, no matter how fraught with danger that path seemed. Jacen made cold, logical decisions. A perfect Jedi warrior.

But today he was frightened.

The first time perhaps since he had been dumped in an impossible canyon in the netherworld. Even that seemed a distant memory now. Maybe that event had been so horrendous that his mind had – over time – shifted it from reality to faded nightmare. When he looked back on those days he found it difficult to bring the details back into focus. Maybe that dimension was so far removed from reality that his mind was simply unable to store such events in any manner he could recollect and perceive.

Jacen didn’t know where Trextan was.

It hadn’t been his intention to bring the young man into a full on war zone. Jacen himself wasn’t even certain that his place was on the field. He was getting older and feeling his age. He had confided in Aela that he was considering stepping back from the front lines and focussing on training the next generation of Jedi. There had been the bombing runs and he had seen the sith across the field, seen Trextan run off to challenge him. The lad had been so lost in the bedlam of the battle. Jacen hadn’t expected him to go charging off like that. Perhaps he’d inherited some of his own stubborn nature and had it nurtured by the Sith on Coruscant to become a desire to meet a personal challenge like that.

The boy had been on Coruscant without his guidance for years. That influence, or indoctrination, would be a watermark on the boy’s soul forever. Jacen would always harbour some resentment towards himself for that. But if he lost him today that would spiral to self-loathing. That last tie to his past would be snuffed out with Trextan. His ex-wife had died a year ago, Trextan was all the family he had. If he lost him today there would never be atonement.

Is that selfish? He asked himself as he crawled down the length of the trench, looking for an opening. Surely I should want him to be happy for Trextan, not because it will make me feel I’ve done what was right?

He put those thoughts aside, rebuilt his mental walls brick by brick. Cold fingers of fear still gasped at him, but they didn’t dig in their claws and hold him tight. The battle was ahead of him and no amount of internal agonising was going to resolve the situation.

Jacen found a suitable point to head up from the trench and assault the next line. The situation had descended into chaos, particularly where the fronts met. Once engagements happen orders were given out at increasingly low levels. The officers at the top planned the operation well in advance. But soon it was Company Commanders ordering their units forwards, until eventually each Fire Team became its only isolated force. Orders still trickled down, which each side trying to keep their operational tempo fast, cycling within the speed of their enemy.

As another round of explosions went off, with a TIE fighter and X-wing crashing down on the field between them, Jacen made his move. He darted up from the trench, rushing forwards. His War Dogs, hardened Special Forces from across the GADF followed, providing close support. Trenches were a relic of the past. Before walkers and gunships made them almost irrelevant. Still, he supposed, they were a shelter for an amassed force. His saber picked several bolts out of the air as the Marshal moved with a superhuman grace and speed.

Sliding down he entered the trench surrounded by Stormtroopers. A kinetic wave exploded out from him and sent them crashing down into the mud. His saber worked tight circles, picking off blaster bolts and breaking from the defensive pattern to cut down the troopers. They started to buckle before his inexorable advance. He felt the darkside nearby. Perhaps the one who Trextan had followed? His features set in a grim visage of determination, the Jedi Master pressed on.

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Kaeshana System, Opposite side of Kaeshana from [member="Vilin"]
ALLIES: [member="Vilin"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="tanomas graf"] [member="cathul thuku"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] @Galactic Alliance @Imperial Remnant @Eldorai Forces
ENEMIES: [member="carlyle rausgeber"] [member="cyrus tregessar"] [member="Basileus Isauros"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Aermoira Cyone"] [member="aran piett"] @First Order @Sith
OBJECTIVE: Oppose First Order Fleets, engaging [member="carlyle rausgeber"]

Fleet

Spoiler

ANS Dream of Freedom
-Belsar Class Command Carrier (1600m)
ANS Kaetara and Shandar
-2x Nobles Class Star Defenders (1000m each)
ANS Fondor Ascendant, Sullust Star, and Atrisia Resurgent
-3x Horn Class Escort Cruisers (500m each)
ANS Bantha, Sandpanther, and Vonrnskr
-3x Thranta Mk II Class Patrol Frigates (400m each)
ANS Erso, Andor, Malbus, and Imwe
-4x Hammerhead Frigates (315m each)
ANS Griswald, Taylor, Sawyer, Finch, and Sullivan
-5x Nebulon B7 Class Frigates (300m each)
ANS Vigilant Star and Guiding Star
-2x Sentinel Class Cruisers (500m each)

"Ma'am, the enemy fleet is still moving away from us. Engaging Therapy Command."

"Keep on them, fire everything we have at their trailing ships. Their shields can't hold forever."

And so, Morrow's fleet continued to dog Carlyle's heels, firing massive salvos into the aft of their ships, the largest weak point for many capital ships. The salvo included everything from ion cannon blasts to hyper velocity cannon rounds and energy torpedoes.

Action
1) Continuing to follow Carlyle's fleet and hammer them with everything we have from behind.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Space, Near Orbit
Objective: Engage Capital Ships
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

Callsign?

He hadn't had one of those since he was in the Republic Navy. Back then it had simply been Titan One, named after the squadron that he'd lead. The Courier opened his mouth to say the name, though slowly he stopped himself.

Kurt was no longer a part of the Republic Navy, wasn't a part of any navy in fact. He was something completely different. Independent? A frown pulled at his lips as he looked at the sensor panel in the corner of his ship, eyes settling on the small IFF tags that read out individual names. Rogue, Wild Knights, the others. He frowned for a moment more and considered as The Coil pressed forward into the ethos of space, a small smile slowly replacing his expression.

Slowly he keyed in a single word. 'Womprat'

A bemused smile crossed his features.

[We've got incoming Rogue One] Kurt called out over the Radio as he spotted the three fights of fighters heading directly towards him. His fingers gripped the controls of The Coil just a bit tighter, his lungs filled with air. [Moving to intercept]

As always he would strike first. His fingers gently floated over the stealth drive engage, thumb caressing the small button for just half a second before he pressed it. As soon as the ship disappeared he jerked the controls upward, pulling The Coil up and above the interceptors. He tore through the open section of space, and then reappeared above one of the three squadrons. The Coil would very suddenly reappear upon the Interceptors sensors, appearing above them and pouring on Laser and Maser fire.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Northwest of Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]

Well, there was no way out from this talk now. Damn you low Persuasion stats! So, she nodded with a smile to Elpsis. Well, at least she would understand what happened herself, or at least find some answers to her questions, since she was clearly confused about this all too.

However, battle and all happened outside so that needed to wait a little. It was soon revealed that their friend, which seemed to have an obsession with booty jokes, had a plan. Nima was obviously uncomfortable with the way he called her, so she had to say something about it. "Did you... just call me Pink...uhhh... Just... uhh... call me Nima, alright?" Then, with a lower voice, she added. "I am not even pink..." Hopefully they didn't hear this. After all the embarassing stuff was done, Nima had some support duty to do. So she concentrated on the Force around the group, like a shield, the Force started to form a thick protective bubble around them, which was strong enough to endure artillery for a degree as long as she kept her concentration. However, since they had infinite energy supply, they were going to be fine.

Right before she finished the creation of the Force bubble, Elpsis and Taryc, who she didn't know personally but heard Elpsis calling her that name, created a big firewall, even Nima could feel the heat coming her way and it wasn't pleasant. If this was a certain young Angelii she would make a joke about that, and the firewall was unleashed upon the enemies, one would think there were a lot of screams at the background from those who were caught. And Tempest unleashed a series of lightnings upon the remaining vehicles in their way, aiming to immobilize them.

"We should press on!" Nima said. It was the time to get this battle under control once and for all.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 12[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Atmospheric assault lander heading toward a southern continent humanitarian/refugee/forward operating base.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Evac.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: First Order and Friends, none directly involved. Relevant: [member="Aermoira Cyone"] | [member="FN-888"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: Galactic Alliance and Friends, none directly involved.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Forces: 26 Stormtroopers (27 incl Pharazon). [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Every step Pharazon took sent great waves of pain coursing up and throughout his body. His every muscle ached and his wounds were tearing and becoming more and more agitated as he and the ragged remnants of 4th Platoon made their way out of the ruins of Santassia. They carried their wounded comrades and dragged their limp and broken limbs as they shambled in a semi-orderly fashion through the ruins of the southern exit to Santassia. Sandalphon bounced up and down on Pharazon’s back listlessly as he clung to life in unconsciousness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]At least he won’t bleed to death immediately… I will save him. Thoughts such as these swirled throughout Pharazon’s mind as he struggled to maintain his tactical awareness. He kept his men moving properly and efficiently, but he was tired, he was wounded, and he was dying, his body knew it and his conscious mind knew it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As he ran he knew what he had to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Turning on his now jury rigged helmet com, which was damaged but still working, he made the call.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This is Grenadier Four, Lieutenant TK-6850, requesting immediate full unit medical evac, repeat, full unit medical evac, platoon has suffered 46% casualties, Grenadier Four is no longer combat effective, repeat, no longer combat effective”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He sent that message over the support communication net attached to an emergency tag. His voice was tired with grief pulling ever so slightly at the edge of it, he had to get his men out if it was the last thing he did in his life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The response was fast “Grenadier Four this is Crow Two reporting full copy, sending coordinates for pick up…” the pilot paused for a second, adjusting her equipment. “Lieutenant you best hustle as we can’t stay out in the open very long and artillery is growing heavier” the pilot responded, her tone cool and professional but inflected with an accent Pharazon did not recognise.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“On route to extraction site, over and out” Pharazon replied simply, relaying the coordinates to his remaining squad leaders as they continued to walk, run, climb, and shamble through the outskirts of the ruins. The sounds of battle preceded them and surrounded them wherever they went, blasters and explosions boomed as if the rumbling laughter of dark gods and fighter’s soared and screeched like wailing banshees.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon and his men had emerged victorious from their own battle but there was still fighting within the city and they had changed course numerous times to avoid being strafed by fighters. Pot shots or poorly aimed shots soared over their heads or slammed into ruins or the ground next to the Stormtroopers as they ran. It was no kind of organised fire, and Pharazon suspected it was actually spill over fire from beyond the city but he could not be sure. He also did not care given the predicament he and his men were still in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]But on Pharazon and the 4th ran, the lives of their three most wounded brothers hang in the balance and many more would soon be in their position if they did not receive medical treatment soon. Taking cover at a final set of ruins, Pharazon surveyed the evac site. It was out in the open on a flat piece of scorched earth. He also saw the Atmospheric lander heading rapidly down, and he wanted to be there when it landed. Sandalphon was growing steadily worse the longer he was carried and likely would not survive much longer. He still could not shake the feeling that running out into the open was just wishing for an ambush but he had no choice. He conferred with Cain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sergeant, I need you to ensure we keep some rifles covering the ruins and that the men keep their heads down is that understood” he said sternly, though his exhaustion dampened the intimidation factor by a small degree.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Understood sir” Cain said simply, giving Pharazon a warm but soft clap on his pauldron and pressing his helmet against Pharazon’s for a moment. “You can count on me”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This is Crow Two we are onsite and circling the extraction site, Alliance fighters are all over this area so you boys best get your buckets over here right quick now you hear?” came the pilot's announcement over Pharazon’s speakers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Taking a breath, he secured Sandalphon and gave the order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Ordered advance, go go go” Pharazon called, Cain motioning the men forward, with Stormtroopers orderly sidestepping covering their brothers as they made their way to the designated landing site.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]More shots flew at them but all went wild and 4th platoon quickly took up defensive positions around the rapidly descending atmospheric lander’s landing ramps touchdown site. The second the ramp touched down Pharazon and all thirty of his men rushed up the ramp and triggered its closing mechanism. They were cramped in, with troopers filling up all areas of free space in a transport that should probably not be transporting this many fully armed and armoured soldiers. The second that Pharazon and Sandalphon were aboard being the last on, the pilot hit the repulsors and thrusters and took off immediately. After setting Sandalphon down in an area of relative space and ensuring he was seen to by the medic, Pharazon almost immediately lost consciousness and collapsed into the slightly larger giant body of Sergeant Hydros, who was still mourning his beloved lost mortar.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cain immediately opened a com channel to the pilot. “Is there anywhere closer than Fenrik with adequate... or feth even any medical facilities? Some of our boys are not going to make it that far” Cain asked desperately, eyeing Pharazon’s limp and bleeding body further staining Hyrdos’ already filthy armour as well as almost every soldier in the platoon nursing some wound or another.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Not missing a beat the pilot adjusted course slightly. “There is Sergeant, there is a humanitarian operations camp on the coast in the southern hemisphere, it is closer than Fenrik but has not been completely established as fully, that may be about to change but it sounds like you have little choice” she said. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She could hear the moaning, the screams, the pleas for parents and friends coming from the troop compartment. Suppressing the bile rising in her throat and the empathetic grief seeping into her mind she focused on flying, she was good at it and it gave her focus and solace, she had been a TIE pilot after all. Of course, she was usually far removed from the blood and guts of the ground pounders and the main fighting, being this close was…unsettling for her to say the least given her natural empathy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The lander split the sky as it roared as fast as its engines could take it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]After some time it reached the camp and prepared to set down. Pharazon managed to recover consciousness and forced himself to send a message to any medical or other First Order personnel who may be on the ground in or near the camp.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This is Lieutenant Draken, 4th Platoon 189th Company, we are inbound and have many wounded, we require any and all assistance…” he passed out again as the shuttle landed and the ramp lowered, light spilling onto the defiant Stormtroopers of 4th platoon, armour damaged and stained with mud and blood, but heads high if they could manage it.[/SIZE]

 

[H3xle]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="elpsis elaris"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="jaron lesan"]


Fire was a special thing for Taryc. Many in the Inquisition of the Primeval picked a special focus for their powers, and since she was very young, no one had asusmed it would be anything other than Fire. She felt the ripple and calming in the force, rolling like the tide around and through her. Beside her, the fiery Elpsis gathered her energy, and the bright flame deep within Taryc felt a kindred spirit as her inner flame rose to great heights within her in response to the other's rising flame. Elpsis grasped Taryc's hand, and Taryc gripped back strongly. Tingles ran up and down her spine at the energy rushing through the Force as she gathered her own power.

The way Taryc used to focus her power, the way she had been taught in the Inquisition, was to use verbal components. Though she had been working the past few months on trying to achieve an equal focus without using words, she hadn't yet been able to achieve as great a focus without it. Another focus of power for her, Fuegrana, was held in her right hand. She had forged the blade herself, under the tutelage of an Ally to the Primeval. She had sought out the lava crystal, the materials, and forged the blade with her own hands, spilling her own blood into the mixture, and focusing her force presence into the blade. To say that the sword was bound to her would be understating it, for it was an extension of her being.

As Elpsis drew on her spirit and threw up her wall of fire, Taryc spun her sword in her right hand, slowly at first as she started to sing, focusing her power with the sound of her voice and through her blade.

"Jestem dziewczyną, która kocha ogień, Jestem dziewczyną, która uwielbia widzieć. Wymaga to ja!" She sang, the sound of it ringing out with the flashing blade in her right hand, it's flame turning bright violet. "Jestem córką z ognia, jestem potomkiem wojowników. Którzy wywalczyli sobie drogę przez galaktykę ... nazywają mnie!" As she continued singing, the pressure within her grew, and her blade and cadence grew slowly faster. "To uwolnił mnie tam, gdzie jestem, nie ruszali dalej! Jestem wszystkim nauczyłem się więcej, ciągle dzwoni do mnie!" She took a breath as sweat grew on her brow despite the coolness within her armor. The fire along the blade grew and brightened. When she continued, the tempo increased even more. "A połączenie nie jest tam w ogóle, to jest we mnie, to jest jak fala, zawsze spada i rośnie. Będę go nosić w moim sercu, to mi przypomina. To co może przyjść, znam drogę." She took a deep breath, and as she sang the last part, her blade struck forward, meeting only open air. "Jestem Ap'Irae!" As she called out who she was at the top of her lungs, the bright violet flames lanced out towards the wall of fire that Elpsis had erected, mingling with Elpsis's flames and strengthening it.

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OOC: Yes, I am a Disney freak, this is an altered version of Moana's part in the song "I am Moana" from Moana, then translated horribly into Polish by Google Translate.