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

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Garett Van"]

The pilot slowly rolled over, she stood as she gave a sigh holdimg her chest, she moved slowly, tracing her way back to her crash site, she didn't even know if she was heading the right way at all..she...just followed her instincts....

She fell against a dirt mound as she crutches her side and let a cry out...the adrenaline was running out now and the pain came in a agonizing wave...something she hadn't felt since omega, she pushed herself up yet agaim...vision was blurry...the bleeding and pain was taking its toll...she could swear she saw friendlies...she reached out and muttered

help...

She took a step forward and collapsed, his troops would be able to see her Cleary

[member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Moving towards: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Dish"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Location: Citadel of Dawn, Northern Trenches

His arm hung limp at his side. His saber snapped off with a hiss. Trextan felt rooted to the spot as his chest heaved to try and suck in enough oxygen to stop his hands shaking. Everything had moved so quickly. The Force was his guide, but sometimes it took time for his mind to catch up.

He rushed forwards, slowing only to round the downed Ren with caution. Trextan knew the truth before he even dropped to his knees beside her. She was one with the Force now. He could feel that her life had dissipated before he could feel the lack of pulse.

“Kriff.”

Trextan thought himself brave, but in many ways he was still just a boy. This woman had saved him. He wouldn’t have held his own against the Ren forever. He pursed his lips and looked away. The fighting was still going on even if their fight had taken them away from the main lines. His gaze settled on the Ren. He was still alive, Trextan wouldn’t help him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any more. He took one of the sabers from her. There was no time to carry her back to the rest. Whether she had been with the New Jedi Order, or one of their other allies, someone would know who the saber had belonged to. Would be able to at least tell him her name.

With a grunt of frustration at it all Trextan stood up. His picked out a path in his mind to try and keep him out of sight and started to follow it back towards the battle. Bruised and battered, he didn't have much left to give so all he did was put one foot in front of the other.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 14[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Southern Hemisphere Humanitarian Camp[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Medical Treatment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: First Order and Friends, 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]The screams of the wounded Stormtroopers of 4th Platoon could not be stopped by flimsy tent walls. The medical staff of the humanitarian camp rushed out to begin assessing the wounded and providing initial trauma care, the less wounded of the Stormtroopers aided in moving their more wounded comrades and assisting the white cloak medical staff. Inside the medical tents the situation grew more dire. Wounded troopers screamed as armour that had been fused to their bodies was required to be effectively torn off, blood streamed freely over armour, flesh, and the operating tables and stretchers to pool on the floor. The names of friends and loved ones were screamed, brothers in battle clutched each other's hands as flesh was cut away, slugs excised, wounds were cauterised, and dressing and disinfectant applied before painkillers. Armour pieces and helmets were discarded as the less wounded took stock of themselves, wiping sweat from hair or scalps and taking hearty mouthfuls of water from their own equipment or from that offered by the camp staff.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cain also could not help feeling pangs of pain and guilt while watching the Eldorai civilians, who had endured such a wretched existence before the battle and now were being relegated to other tents and behind his own troopers for medical care. The crying children particularly affected him. Removing his helmet and gloves he ran his hands through his black hair and over his sideburn covered jawline. He took a drink of water, but then gave his entire bottle to a child belonging to a small family of Eldorai. He could do nothing more than to meekly smile at the children that stared at him from behind their mother before he could bear their stares no longer and stalked off to find Pharazon. He found him being manhandled onto an operating table by the three troopers that had carried him in and some rather nervous looking medics. The massive Lieutenant was almost too large and heavy for the table before they finally managed to set him down properly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]As Pharazon’s filthy, blaster, blade, and slug marked armour was stripped away the full extent of his injuries was made apparent. His flesh apart from his injuries to his abdomen and chest, was covered in horrific purple, black, and yellow bruises, his joints were covered in cuts from the blade of the savage slaver Xerrzyk the Ghastly and his face was covered in blood. Cain could only watch as the medical staff began to treat his injuries and check if he would need surgery.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]After his initial trauma needs were met, it was determined that Pharazon would need surgery on his lower abdomen wound, the wound to his upper right leg, and his right arm required reconstruction and setting. He did, however, briefly regain consciousness. Seizing Cain with a powerful arm he drew him in close by the top of his breastplate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Is Sandalphon alive?!” Pharazon wheezed, coughing while pain wracked his body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sir… you should not be speaking” Cain said softly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Are my men alive?!” Pharazon attempted to bellow, growing more incoherent with each word, but fell back onto his back on the table.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sir, Sandalphon is alive, he is in surgery now, there have been no other fatalities, but you must rest for your own surgery, that is an order sir” Cain said, more forcefully, he had relieved Pharazon of his command and he would not allow his commander to worsen his situation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Good…” Pharazon sighed, wiping blood from below his right eye. “I have one thing I need you to do before my surgery” he was stopped by a horrific wave of pain across his body, even breathing was like being crushed. “I need to speak to the commanding officer of Foxhound-Alpha… face to face” Pharazon said, giving everything he had to stop the bright lights flooding his vision from sending him into unconsciousness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cain nodded, he knew Pharazon would not be dissuaded on this point and at the least if he could it would be an argument his body likely could not take at the moment. Cain was amazed that he was even capable of being conscious and after seeing the full extent of his injuries could not even comprehend how he had ran out of the ruins while still maintaining command.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cain strode out in search of the Lieutenant who he had spoken to before. Finding her inside of one of the tents, apparently unsettled by what Cain assumed must have been some form of confrontation based on the crying mother and child Eldorai, he decided to approach her delicately, and not question the scene he found before him. [/SIZE]Holding his filthy blood stained and blaster scored helmet that mirrored the rest of his armour and his now blackish once white Sergeant's pauldron by his side and staring nervously at the Lieutenant with his slate grey eyes, Cain cleared his throat and spoke. ([member="FN-888"])

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Excuse me ma’am, Lieutenant Draken requests to speak to you before he goes into surgery if you are able” Cain said, the screams of his comrades being treated making him feel even more awkward.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I was hesitant to ask given how frail his condition is at this time, but he was… insistent upon seeing you in person” Cain finished, voice betraying his anxiety over his commander’s condition. All he could do now is hope Pharazon would survive and thank the stars that Foxhound-Alpha had secured this camp allowing them to treat their wounded, rather than risk a longer flight to Fenrik base.[/SIZE]

 

[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="Nima Tann"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]
Forces: Inside the Trenches- 74 Iron Legionnaire Drones 10 (5 in the Citadel) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 64 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 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, 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

Focusing on Rolf and Lydia (No attacks)- 1 Greycloak, the Blade-Knight, 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.
1 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon
1 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with RC-1 rotary cannon,
light Mag'Ladroth Personal Walker, right arm CBRW Flamethrower, left arm Magnetic Minigun,
35 Iron Legionnaire Drones 5 armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 30 armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters


Elpsis, Tempest, Draco, Nima, Taryc, Michael, Aeron, Rolf, Lydia, Elliot Locke


While the main portion of the droid forces holding down the trenches apparently remained unharrassed, the group led by the Greycloak droid personally moved to engage Rolf and his ilk, and of course Lydia just trapped in the middle of it all.

Heavy sounds of footsteps would emanate through the trenches connecting to Rolf and his troops position, the machines took note of his soldiers jumping into the trenches and moved to intercept, most likely managing to avoid the half squad Rolf sent ahead because, well the droids were already there, although sounds of combat would probably erupt from the direction Rolf's soldiers went on. After all, Locke and his troops were already conducting a counter-attack with other Pyre forces.

Whmmmmmmmmmm,

There was a sound of a lightsaber activating as a tall armored HK-series droid clad with a grey cloak made an appearance, his soldiers did not yet as they were probably either just rounding a corner or already engaging Rolf's and other FO officer's soldiers to take advantage of them in close quarters, for now the commanding droid would challenge him personally,

"By Abregado laws, all soldiers who surrender to us directly and do not hold Officer ranks will be released unharmed after the battle without tri-"

The machine did a little speech he was required to do when initiating combat, although his train of thought was derailed as the crimson photoreceptors turned to Lydia,

"You are not a soldier."

The droid stated the obvious, lightsaber held at the ready in case Rolf or one of his soldiers would open fire, although to be fair, they probably already did,

"Are- are you lost, dear? What is your name?"

The machine glanced down to the weapon she now held,

"Put that down, please."

At least he said "please", either way, he was ready to just dodge roll or leap away in case a grenade or something too serious was thrown this way, but for now, he was merely their welcoming committee to the trenches filled with enemy soldiers. Perhaps while Rolf dealt with Locke and other people who were actually attacking him, the machine and Lydia could have a "duel" or a con-ver-sa-tion.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Spoiler: Fleet

1.95km
Primary Fleet
6 Sqdn D-Wing Half escorting bombers, half guarding main fleet
4 Sqdn K-Wing Bomber Bombing Runs
8 Sqdn X-Wing Starfighter Bombing runs
4 Sqdn A-Wings Half guarding Viperous, half Stoic
2 Hammerhead Corvettes (One crippled)
1 GR90 E-war transport Jamming Denial Class
1 Leviathan Class Monitor [Cloaked again]
1 Nebulon B9 Frigate - Projecting gravity well to prevent attack from rear. [Retreating behind Noble Class]
2 Thranta MK2-Class Frigate (Both destroyed)
2 Valor Class Carriers (One Destroyed)
2 Noble-Class Star Defender Firing prow weapons on Rausgeber's Victory-X’s
ANS Viperous 1 Trimiran Class Star Defender Firing on Resurgent with all weapons. Taking damage to forward shields. A round of gravimetric mines fired to cover the rear.

Reserve Fleet NOW in system
2 Hammerhead Corvettes Firing on Resurgent Escorts. (One destoyed, one near crippled but ramming a Dagger class.)
ANS Stoic 1 Trimiran Class Star Defender Disabled

1 x Gladius (950m) Sarix Full batteries aimed at Subjugator

[member="Kyrana Gould"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]
[member="Vilin"]
[member="Alexandra Morrow"]
[member="Talyn Krane"]
[member="Lily Kilia"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
First Order:
[member="Basileus Isauros"]
[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
[member="Aermoira Cyone"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Aran Piett"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

“Closer!”

“Sir at that range!?”

“Closer damnit and load all torpedoes!”

From the bridge of the Stoic the assault from the Resergent class before they was a spectacular lightshow. Shields were failing, the hull was losing integrity from the assault on their flank. But Captain Gestrick wasn’t going down without a fight. The mon calamari kept both of his eyes on their target as that great wedge loomed ahead. Cracks appeared across the glasteel windows. The vacuum of space wasn’t going to be a nice death. A slow asphyxiation was not a nice way to go. He’d rather go in a blaze.

The forward batteries of the Stoic hammered away, ignoring the Victory-class on their flank. They moved so close that the ship took up the entire view. Her main weapons cut a path between them, targeting defensive emplacements and any fighters.

“All missiles,” he said stoically.

“Aye sir.”

Warning klaxons flared and were silenced. They were well below the safe minimum distance to use such powerful warheads. Just a handful could cripple a star destroyer and the Stoic fired almost a full complement in one last round. Gestrick closed his eyes as the bright streaks moved away. The detonated so close, the Stoic’s faltering shields were no use. The bridge was annihilated in a flash as their own weapons finished that forward screen in an attempt to take the battlecruiser with them. The Stoic listed hopelessly, whole chunks of armour plating falling away as her guns fell silent. Escape ports from those away from the prow and starboard sections started to launch.



“Finish. The. Job,” Vilin called. From the other side the Viperous closed and gave everything she had. ACEs drained shields as everything else went to try and strip the Resergent class of her turbolasers. D-Wings streaked in from behind the shadow of the Trimiran. Vilin could see the streaks of their particle cannons lashing the hull, aiming for the shield generators. Even a battlecruiser couldn’t take this volume of firepower on both sides for long.

“Reports on their tactics sir.”

Vilin cast his eyes over it. It was obvious. They were deliberately targeting interdictors. The First Order had already played this card with Piett’s fleet. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

“Full spread of Gravimetric mines to the rear of our fleet.” Those long range warheads left the Viperous and shot away into the distance. He had already done this a few minutes previously. Even if the Interdictors were taken out the rear of their fleet was now covered in gravimetric disturbances that would force an enemy fleet to exit hyperspace a long distance away.

The Expanse continued her charge. The enemy ships couldn’t match her speed, no matter what orders they were given. The mad captain would slam his vessel into the Denial class nearest the Resurgent class and try to drive them together. Meanwhile the Sarix, still unopposed, continued to pour fire into the Victory-X. She was more than a match for the Victory and had been firing without return for a time now. The Subjugator was going to be in trouble.

The rest of the formation formed up. Rausgeber’s ships were not the fastest. Quite the opposite in fact. There was no rush on the part of Vilin’s fleet. The Noble class vessels picked a Victory each and opened up. The Nobles were still one of the most advanced cruisers in the known Galaxy and unmatched by the Victory class at range. The Imperial class presented a threat through. Fighters and remaining escorts formed up, and the Nebulon class moved into the shadow of a Noble before her shields could be depleted.

 

[Progflaw99]

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

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Objective: Counter-attack, Clear the trenches from the flank.​

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Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order​

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="HK-36"]​

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

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Rolf had begun walking towards his troops as they progressed down the trench when he heard the protests of the woman as she stepped away. *Oh come on, we don't have time for this.* Turning to the woman, he issued a command to his troops momentarily. :: Hold. :: Turning to face Lydia, he narrowed his eyes behind the impassive front that was his helmet. Callously he noted how out of her depth she was - this was a battlefield, not a cozy little studio with cameras and light, there were lasers, explosions - death. Neutrality was a noble virtue in most cases, but on the battlefield there were no neutral parties, only souls to be released. *Dead until proven otherwise*. A rather bleak outlook, to be certain but such was the life of a soldier, balancing on the edge of life and death, sometimes dipping into various depths of both. Taking a knee in the muck of the trench, dirt and blood smeared the white gloss of his armor. As she held her outstretched hands towards him, he reacted in kind, letting the barrel of his sonic blaster dip towards the deck. With his gloved hand he grasped her wrist, with the other he forcibly folded her fingers back over the weapon.

"Lydia." He said forcibly, perhaps a bit harsher than he had right to. "Take the kriffing slugthrower."​

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Shifting next to her, he grit his teeth. Sure, he understood that civilians rarely had weapons training but... really? Here? Laser blasts continued to pepper the ground above the parapet of the trench, dirt showering over it's edge and onto the troops below. Looking past the woman briefly he noted that third and fourth platoons had begun to make their sprint across the open ground. Already he could see that they fared worse than first and second. White clad bodies fell, littering the avenue of approach as they were cut into by enemy blaster fire, and yet they pushed forward, the first now reaching the edges of the trenchworks. It was evident the trenches had taken a beating, bits of durasteel and wooden constructs shattered across the battlefield, the shape of the Citadel, or what remained of it, looming above. Pock marks and tracing burns scarred its surface, the fleeting sight of several First Order Stormtroopers feverishly holding it against the onslaught of troops pushing towards it. They needed to hurry. His attention once more pulled from the battlefield to the reporter crouched before him, he took a deep breath before continuing.

"Do you see any neutrality out here? Look around you!" Frustratedly he gripped her hands tightly, adjusting his hold and sliding the grip of the slugthrower into the palm of her hand. "Hold it like this, watch your trigger finger." He said, being sure her index finger was outside of the trigger guard. "Put the dot here..." He pointed towards the front sight. "...between these two here. Focus on that front dot, and get it on target." Moving around, slightly behind her he surprisingly gently moved her arms in front of her, giving her a rough stance as she pointed the weapon towards one of the walls of the trench. "Then you squeeze the trigger. Squeeze, not pull, not jerk. Understand?"​

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A flicker of movement in Rolf's peripherals caught his attention, his head turning towards it. Ahead of him, where his squad had once been was now a hotbed of activity. Unknown to Rolf, a handful of Omega Pyre soldiers had gotten the jump on the lead element of his troopers. Before he could react, the loud hydraulic hiss of machinery was whirring and grinding, the earth reverberating with each step of the machine now encroaching on his span of attention. A sharp vibrating hum filled the air as a blade of plasma ignited, the automaton vocalizing what sounded like a pre-recorded message. Still somewhat behind the reporter, Rolf winced inwardly. His sonic rifle hung loosely by his side on the strap around his torso. With his hands still gently guiding the reporter's, he turned her alignment to that of the new threat - the barrel of the KD-30 now leveled squarely at the droid's torso. Desperately Rolf spoke into Lydia's ear - his hands coming away from her arms.

"Fire!"​

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Again, it felt as if the world had come to a pause, the taste of iron and smell of burning plasma filled the air. Rolf's hands moved towards his sonic rifle as he dropped to a knee, he refused to use Lydia as a human shield. Stepping diagonally he began to bring the barrel of his blaster up - first aiming at the droid's feet. Eyes locked on the woman he wondered if she had what it took to squeeze the trigger of the KD-30 slugthrower. For a fraction of a second he grinned beneath the helmet atop his head. The KD-30 was a beautiful weapon, perhaps not as elegant as a blaster rifle or a blaster pistol, but in a class all of its own. As a slugthrower, the weapon spat projectiles, not mere energy as a blaster - and the "Dissuader" was a step above even that. Each slug in the ten round magazine had been hollowed out, replaced with acid capable of dissolving not only flesh and bone but almost any armor and most metals. A deadly weapon employed against Jedi and Sith alike as the nature of a slugthrower meant the rounds couldn't be reflected back at the shooter and with the addition of acid created a dilemma even for those capable of blocking the round with a lightsaber - a spattering of molten slag and acid sure to pass behind the plasma blade. At such close range there would likely be little opportunity to react if Lydia squeezed the trigger as he'd instructed.

One other factor in the firing of a slugthrower - the recoil. To an inexperienced shooter, the recoil could very well catch someone off guard, the subsequent squeeze of the trigger happening almost automatically which could send a slightly higher aimed round screaming towards the target. Trigger control was a skill troopers were well versed in, but reporters? Doubtful. Only time would tell and as Rolf's foot stepped down to his left he slipped, the sonic blaster in his own hands coming off target, instead firing into the air over the shoulder of the droid as the Major struggled to regain his footing. Instead choosing to push off with his right foot, he would have to hope that Lydia had 1. managed to squeeze the trigger the moment he'd pleaded and 2. that she could manage to take care of herself temporarily, on the field of battle, there were no concessions for the weak.

Shoving off with his right foot, still attempting to regain his balance, he dove into a small culvert in the trench, oblivious to what lay beyond. No doubt another pile of bodies, or perhaps a derelict E-Web pit. His guess was as good as any but at present his only goal was to distance himself from the droid that had so suddenly accosted the duo. Inside the trenches, ahead and behind, Stormtroopers opened blaster fire on any and all combatants in their area, droid and Alliance alike. If it wasn't in the armor of the First Order's Legions, it was getting obliterated, or that was the idea. Blaster fire erupted anew, the reinforcing troopers pouring into what remained of the trench network, slowly but surely pushing in towards the Citadel of Dawn to reinforce it.

Spoiler

1 x FO-01 Stormtrooper Armor

1 x KD-30 "Dissuader" Slugthrower
1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle (Rolf's is now Missing)
1 x SWE/2 Sonic Rifle

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

Troop Complement: 1 Company, 100/200 First Imperial Shock Troopers (See Loadout Above)

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

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vector of Cruelty

The Dark Lord slid back several meters, the death field dissipating as he severed his connection to its maintenance. Desecrated ground and sullen ash was all that was left behind in its wake, everything that the field had touched saved for the unsurprisingly resilient grandmistress had withered away as the life energy that pervaded all living things had been leeched away. It was a paltry feast for one as voracious as Carnifex, and while it did nothing to remedy the injuries he had sustained during his short bout with Siobhan it was refreshing to say the least. He was keenly aware of the harm that Siobhan had inflicted upon him, he could feel the fractures that burdened the tibia of his left leg, the sharp pain in his chest that came with each breath, and the smoldering sensation in the crux of his left arm. They were minor grievances, he had suffered far worse at the hands of other foes throughout his long career of waging war.

Still, Siobhan was a tough nut to crack and it would undoubtedly come down to who would cave in first. He flexed the fingers of both hands, harnessing the pain that came with each breath deep within his core. "Ever the survivalist, eh Siobhan? It is such a shame that you fight for false ideals, your cause will always be a futile one." He moved to reach for both of his lightsabers, but at that moment something about as heavy as a steel chair slammed into his back. The impact, however; was hardly anything to sneeze at, and the Dark Lord's body only pitched forward an inch or so before he whirled around, his aura flaring with indignation.

"BACK AWAY, VERMIN!"

He thrust forward his left arm, power welling up from deep within him to surge through his arm and out his fingertips as cruel scarlet lightning that arced through the air in an attempt to bathe the transgressor in brilliant dark energy. He kept his right arm up and at the ready in the event that Siobhan would try to intercede his retaliatory strike.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"]​

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Regroup at FOB Fenrik​

Location: Unknown​

Allies: First Order [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="FN-888"]​

Enemies: GA and their Allies ​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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One of the troopers looking around the perimeter, heard something hit the ground. As he went to investigate hear could hear the feint sound of a cry for help, moving closer the trooper notices the pilot they were sent to find, laying on the ground.​

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"Sgt. Illerian! Medic!"​

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Sgt. Illerian and the company in a state of alarm rush over to the trooper's position, the two pick up the pilot and move her closer to the company so they can start to battlefield treat her wound, it would still hurt, but she wouldn't be loosing anymore blood. Once done with the triage of the pilot, the medic put her into a fireman carry, to be able to transport her to the FOB. ​

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"Alright time's up lets get moving."​

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The troopers near Sgt. Illerian nodded and the company started again now with a bit more energy back on course towards the FOB to the south. It still was a long ways to go, and the medic would have to stop on occasion to rebandage the pilot to make sure her wounds were clean and the bleeding stopped, but eventually they made it to FOB Fenrik.​

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"WE GOT WOUNDED HERE!"​

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The medic yelled out to the guards on patrol outside, trying to get their attention to bring doctors out to help them. Most of the troopers at this point collapsed to the ground, not dead but just so tired their feet couldn't carry them anymore.​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Cut the head from the snake
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: Engaging [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Music

Whatever it was the large wall of fire had done, it had done enough for Draco's purposes. The basic stormtrooper was little more than the basic B1 Battle Droid. They operated roughly the same, and independently they required direction from a higher being. Draco swallowed whatever blood and saliva had started dripping into his mouth while he over-exerted himself while empowering Elpsis and moved onwards. Ever onwards towards the real enemy.

"Alright, that works for me. Cinder, Tempest, Nima. Do your best to do what you do. I know you all can handle yourselves." The mandalorian warrior drew his axe out from behind his back, gripping it tightly as he held onto it, his hands shaking as his muscles dealt with having been stressed and strained by the Force.

"Booty, I need you to come with me. Every serpent has a head, me and you are gonna crush it." He pointed in the direction the prisoners had been released. "They were being held in that direction and who ever is in charge has to be there too. Normal psychopaths don't think about that kind of stuff." The Scarred, or whatever they would eventually be after getting cybernetic replacements, were just the latest as far as Draco was concerned. Having hailed from Eriadu, and having lost his parents to the First Order's bombing of the planet, their snide apology meant nothing. It meant nothing to the people that died there or the people who lost people there. It was time to start killing the people responsible instead of just carving through their minions.

"Keep up, stay low, and don't worry about the chaff." The big man dropped low to a crouch, his form blending in with the ground, and started making his way through the path carved by the wall of fire Elpsis had built for them, heading towards the head of the snake in Predator mode.

 

[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="Mao"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Dish"], [member="Djacen Koyne"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="BE-183"],



Rexus Wenck, Djacen Koyne, Mao,



Attacking Rexus- 3 medium Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, 2 armed with RC-1 rotary cannons (One completely disarmed), 1 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


There was a great roar of movement and chattering from the droids that met the call for counter-attack from Rexus' troops as the cavalry arrived in form of Djacen Koyne leading a charge against the opened trenches, section of them blown open and cleared with the droids' previous barrage that forced the stormtroopers in that area to either take cover or die/be horribly wounded.

The machines popped up from their cover as the counter-charge was signaled, the remaining rotary cannons droid skittered out from behind a ruined wall, the rotary cannons already spinning before it raised a thunderous roar and begun to spew rain of hyper-velocity pellets to shower the lines of stormtroopers focusing their fire on the machines in order to either pin them down with suppressive fire to make the approach for the rest of the forces easier or pick off as many of them as it could while they still focused on the machines so that their defenses would be thinned down.

The droid that was disarmed by the troopers actually joined the fight as well, it could be seen climbing over a rock outcropping while holding its rotary cannon in its pincers in front of him, wielding the large gun like a shield and a battering ram, using it to capture any blaster bolts thrown towards it as it charge through the no-man's land towards the stormtrooper trenches along with the rest of the forces sent by Djacen, any land mines or traps would have already been probably triggered by the pounding from rotary cannons that simply missed and splattered against the soil and, of course, the heavy barrages from mass drivers that opened up the trench to carve a way inside in the first place.

Meanwhile the two mass-driver wielding droids also popped up to open fire once more, one of them, the one loaded with shrapnel rounds was quickly met with the concentrated fire from the stormtroopers, the blaster bolts washing over his outer plates in rapid barrages, melting through his outer plates and eventually the chassis, burning holes within its inner components. The second mass driver with armor-piercing solid rounds managed to fire off its two shots, this time aiming further behind to bomb any vantage points stormtroopers could use against them, or simply a position further behind the front trenches so that it would not hit its own allies. It was actually possible for stormtroopers to take down this droid right away as well, however, that would take actively diverting fire from Djacen and his troops charging against them.

Finally, the heavy footsteps approaching the trenches would finally reveal their source as a spider-tank would come from behind cover of some larger ruins, lumbering closer towards the trenches Raxus and his soldiers occupied, heavily armored and armed with two rotary cannons at each of its sides, usually, this one had only one, the other was melted and vaporized during previous engagement with FO, plus a main anti-armor mass driver piece in the center, it was the heaviest unit Abregado could field, although wounded. As it came into view of enemy positions its side-gun would begin to rotate before opening fire, using its height to begin picking off stormtroopers at the front of the trenches, not too worried about accidental friendly fire.


BE-183 (Sergeant Zero), Dish, Jacen,




Inside the Citadel- 2 (20 troops) squads from the Iron Company, 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
5 Iron Legionnaire Drones 10 (5 in the Citadel) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves
1 team with dismantled E-Web


With so far little actual resistance inside the Citadel the team moving along the perimeter would keep securing the battlements one after another, preparing the fortress for inevitable counter-attack that was already coming through the outer trenches in form of Rolf and his mooks. The perimeter would finally be reached by the team of droids bringing along with them the dismantled E-Web from the frontlines, the machines would bring the weapon up onto the fortified vantage positions adjacent to the Citadel where the gun would be set up. They would start installing the piece facing the trenches from which Rolf would be trying to counter-attack, but they would also be fairly close to Zero and his team, or at least where they were when the commandos first opened fire on them.


Meanwhile, while Dish and Jacen kept the main of BE's force busy the other team was still working within the Shield Generator Building on the Aspis they brought in with them, busying themselves around the old generator, replacing its components with what they brought along with them, knowing what to expect by studying old Eldorai and Firemane designs of the Citadel they had access to, fixing the machine as fast as they could.

"How is the generator looking?"

Their Greycloak commander asked them through the commlink, the head engineer answered the transmission,

"We have the shield generator installed and hooked up to the power generator, that was the easy part, we are still trying to fix the power generator and get it online."

The engineer paused as he took a step back to look over the whole thing,

"I'll be honest, sir, we might need a miracle to get this thing online after everything it went through."

One of the soldiers looking out of the building to protect the team inside as a sentry would briefly glance back to the engineers but kept holding the position,

"Just do what you can, I believe in your abilities and that the Force is with us."

"Aye-aye, sir."

The engineer went back to work to try and put the Citadel's power generator online.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: The Sky, Near the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: [member="Cale Gunderson"], the gunships.
Objective: Stay alive, protect the AT-AT's, and destroy the gunships with the objective of firing on the walkers.

[SIZE=12pt]The plan had partially worked to perfection. One B-wing had broken off of the main group to chase after the smoking Knight six. But the other two, instead of flying after Knight four and five, they flew after the group that was going to chase down the B-Wings, attempting to cut them off from accomplishing their goal. While the plan hadn’t gone exactly to plan, the final object could be accomplished. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Knight five, form up on my six. We’re going to chase down that second group.” Grinning to herself, she changed her deflector shield to front. The pair of Starfighter interceptors began a slow, maneuvering circle so that once the two B-Wings had passed the pair of interceptors, Luna and Knight five instantly flew behind them. Luna’s free hand reached over to the throttle and began to cut her own speed to match those of the fight bombers. “Just watch my six Knight five. I’ll focus on these rebels.” Smirking to herself, the redhead lined up her targeting computer with the right B-Wing, and opened fire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Knight six was obviously hurting, as its’ speed had been cut to at least half of its regular blazing speed. There was no way it would be able to outmaneuver the B-Wing, amber two, on its tail. Thankfully, Knight seven, eight, and nine were beginning to gain on the hunting B-Wing, and outpace the two B-wings on their tails. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Even if the six interceptors failed to knock out the three bomber Starfighters, the rest of the squadron was having their time strafing the gunships. With no rebel ships protecting the gunships, Knight leader, two, three, ten, eleven, and twelve were having their time picking off the gunships. Without any fighter cover, the gunships would not survive more than a few more minutes at best. [/SIZE]

 

[Vexen]

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

Vexen brought them to a halt back from the treeline. The shuttles could be heard not far ahead, making a ruckus as they came down. Vexen didn't want to get shot at by their own people.

"Flyer, can you see our bearing?" She called into her comm.

"Confirm, in the treeline?"

"Yeah, three of us coming down now."

"Understood."

"Come on," she told Micah. As they headed out squads of GADF soldiers rushed past in the other direction. They were looking to use the forests to approach a First Order FOB.

The shuttles engines were still roaring as Vexen rushed down. "We've got a wounded person!"

"We're not in a medical config. No beds. Set her down and we'll get a team to meet you at the base!" Replied the soldier.

Vexen turned back to help Micah get her up into the passenger bay.

 

[Hansen]

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

Joan stands frozen with her blue eyes glued to the distressed child, she wants to look away though is unable. Joan hears the sound of boots against the floor and she pivots expecting to find one of her Troopers; The IFF tag she is faced with is not a familiar one. "Yes, Sergeant?" She listens attentively to the message passed to her for the unit's commanding officer and then gives a nod of her helmeted head. The pained cries of Stormtroopers flood the camp and Joan just keeps a steely gaze on the Sergeant, listening until he finishes. "Very well Sergeant, take me to him." Joan gestures with the left hand for the Trooper to lead on, she keeps the right hand firmly around the trigger grip of holstered F-11D blaster as a precaution against rowdy Eldorai. As they make their way to Lieutenant Pharazon Draken, Joan's gaze peruses the injuries sustained by the various Eldorai and Stormtroopers who are now being treated by medical support personnel. This camp would need relief from orbit and soon otherwise they'd need to start triage; a truly sad and wasteful exercise. Joan is sure there are enough supplies to treat everyone but not enough personnel. Had their enemies not targeted and murdered the Humanitarian mission in the North this might not have happened.

@[member='Pharazon Draken'],

 

[Joza Perl]

When KA-200 removed his helmet and knelt down to meet Eric’s gaze with his own—the last thing he’d ever see, barring surgical intervention—the young man took note of the cybernetic eye. Fear, anxiety, regret, anger, resolve, acceptance…his emotions were hard to pin down, flighty and ever-changing given the tense situation.

"They're sending children to fight us,"​

​

That was all it took for his fleeting feelings to settle firmly on irritation. Eric now mirrored the stormtrooper’s disgust, though for a different reason entirely. His chin tilted upwards, a firm look of defiance settling into his features, simmering in loathing and deepening the lines in his face. In one decisive motion, he spat in the officer’s good eye with bloody saliva—and strangely, no feeling of regret welled in his chest given that he may have just harshened his own experience. “I aint no fething kid.”

Eric was young, just teetering into his twenties, and his inexperience was an undeniable fact. He’d spent the better portion of his teens away from his family, seeking adventure with the distant pipe dream of building a more stable life from his earnings. Youth clouded judgment, made you prideful and lead to emotional outbursts—but he wasn’t green. He knew the price of picking up a gun and facing the enemy, whether it be pirates or First Order stormtroopers. Most conscripts were younger than he was, so it wasn’t unusual to see teeangers as foot soldiers, or apparently running around with assault weapons. What ate at him the most was how this tin can saw him as more of a child than an enemy, however ironic his feelings may be. Eric was, for all intents and purposes, a soldier on the battlefield. A snarl tore from his lips. “An’ if this is what you do to kids, I feel sorry for the little ones under your rule.”

The torch was plunged into one socket, then the next, leaving nothing but blinding pain, soot and a gunky mess of sclera in its wake. The screams were unreal, bouncing off of the rocky terrain and reverberating back, but ultimately would be just another cry of anguish in the battle. The yelling eventually died down into whimpers of pain and heavy gasps of breath, though no tears given that the ducts were melted shut.

"You will now carry the scars that we have carried for years."​

There probably wasn’t a power in the galaxy that was universally beloved. A lot of ‘em—barring some Sith—always thought they were the good guys. Both the Galactic Alliance and the First Order had those that believed in them, and those that scorned them. Too many average citizens had seen too much war with the state of the galaxy, Eric being no exception. KA-200 being no exception. No doubt, many of the soldiers on both sides had lived through more than your doctor’s recommended dose of trauma. Yeah, sure, they were soldiers, that was their job—they knew what they were getting themselves into, right? To a degree, but no amount of pep talks or war stories could prepare you for what war really was. What the First Order’s justification was for mutilating their opponents instead of sending them to a swift death, he did not know. But a pit of uncertainty welled deep within his stomach when he thought of the blonde man—[member="Ludolf Vaas"]—giving his orders. The First Order could shrug and wash their hands of the ordeal, minor as it may be to them in the grand scheme of things. They could turn around and try to shift the accountability to the Alliance and their allies, but it would make no difference to Eric and the nineteen other soldiers who’d met with the same fate.

“There is no shame in war."

"War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace."​

I wonder if that’s true, huh…

The pain began to twist, dulling to the point of numbness before flaring to life. All he could concentrate was on the ebb and flow of the agony, wavering back and forth between consciousness.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn.

A moment, he had held what he wanted in his palm. The next moment, it was gone, [member="Joza Perl"]'s strength in the realm of telekinesis enough to overpower the assault. It made no difference to him, akin to an actual hand holding onto something, it was a possibility that the Zeltron would've expended more energy protecting herself than he spent attacking her. It was a possibility, but he wasn't in the right state of mind to take note of her state in the Force. Merely... If she could still be felt in the Force, she was still a threat, and therefore, needed to be neutralized.

"Casualties nearing thirty percent."

"Fallback!"

"To the Landing Zone, move!"

The lightsabre's power cell that had been overheated had caused the inner chamber to burst, the stabilizing ring within incapable of holding back the influx in power. The state of his gauntlet had gone from pristine condition, to warped palms, to everything from the wrist down was warped. The pain, he could feel the pain, intensely now. It was enough for his amber orbs to bulge out of his skull, his entire left arm twitching, almost appearing to be shivering from a non-existent cold. The phrik gauntlet was warped into his arm, the plasma from the lightsabre simultaneously melting it into his flesh, while also melting into his flesh. His jaw clenched as she surged towards him.

He lunged backwards, right hand free, he reached down to along his waist and removed two thud bugs that were formerly in his utility belt. As she came forwards,she would've needed to avoid, or even deflect the thud bug that went to her midsection, he meant to slip her up, force her to pause in his offense, while the second one that left his hand went for her right thigh. Better to cripple her than immediately ending the fight as he had with that other Force user. Additionally, when she stabbed towards his midsection, the light-shield embedded into his right gauntlet came to life. It came in from the side, knocking the lightsabre that would've impaled him past his body, and her fist that was aimed just below his chest.

Her fist made contact with the shield, but in the same instant he was pivoting his left leg around the right side of his body. The armour was heavy, but the Force was a tool that could be used to perform maneuvers that would otherwise be impossible. Darth Vader was one such users of the Force. With an armour, not unlike the legendary Sith Lord's, how could he employ some of the same tactics?

He used the Force for multiple tasks in the same instant. Lifting off the ground from his right foot, the Force enhanced his speed, allowing the maneuvers to be even faster. The pivoting left leg carried on to pull him away from the Jedi. Meanwhile, as he was going through the process of the backwards Force flip, his right leg flew upwards, for that left arm, right at the elbow joint, crippling speed. Behind it, he hoped it held enough force to cripple that arm in its entirety.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="BE-183"]​

[member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Samka Derith"]​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fF_czhA2EuA​

Lydia recoiled at the way [member="Rolf Amsel"] spoke to her, her neck stiffening when he barked at her to take the kriffing slugthrower. She bowed her head and allowed him to close her hand around the handle of the blaster pistol. "You have to understand," she told him apologetically. "This was never supposed to turn into a military operation. If it was ever going to be a military operation, I wasn't going to be here, you know? I was supposed to be covering some feel-good stories of the First Order's scientific and philanthropic interests here on Kaeshana, but then they blew up everything -- the scientific station, the refugee camp, the supplies. My cameraman. Our shuttle. So -- you may well roll your eyes at me not knowing how to fire a gun, but -- really, why should I?"

As he explained the workings of the gun, she followed along. But she had no way of knowing that her crash course would be tested almost immediately upon conclusion of the course. A droid appeared in the trenches, spouting something about Abrogedo laws. When he spoke to her, the young woman's eyes narrowed, her jaw setting stubbornly. She didn't appreciate being condescended to by the droid; much less did she enjoy being threatened by it. Adrenaline thundered in her veins, like bass drums in her ears, her heart thudding painfully against her ribcage, her bloody plasma wound throbbing an excruciating beat. She was afraid, as afraid as she was irritated, even more afraid. They were so close now that Lydia had to look up into the droid's photoreceptors. "My name is Lydia," she answered shortly. "What's yours?"

Liddy didn't wait for an answer; at Rolf's command, she did as she had been shown by the good Major, and squeezed the trigger several times. The unfortunate consequence of her lack of training, and the kickback of the weapon, was that her intended three shots to the droid's abdomen turned, thanks to the gun's recoil, turned into a shot towards the droid's abdomen, another towards its chest, and a third towards its head. So close in range were they that Lydia was concerned about the acid in the hollow shells splashing back on her. She quickly stepped back and raised the slugthrower again, tracking the droid and continuing to fire until the magazine was spent.

Then she kept squeezing, panic and inexperience causing her to continue on autopilot.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Clickclickclickclick!

 

[Zef Halo]

Rather than getting better, the weather was getting worse. Along with the particles that had picked up in the air after the bombing run, the surroundings of the stormtroopers became worse but it also raised their caution. Jude including. While his mind had spread out like tendrils across the nearby area, a stormtrooper on one of the flanks of their formation was being mentally invaded.

For the first time, Jude was able to catch a 'glimpse' off their attacker. Not visually but mentally as another presence was attempting to divert the thoughts of the stormtrooper. Could it be ? Another mentalist ? One that is much more experienced able to completely shrink his presence in the Force to nonexistent levels ? The agent did not wait to think about it but reinforced the stormtrooper's mental fortitude via the Force. It resulted in a yell over the comlink and silence.

"TH-1231, report!" Came the sergeant's immediate response as everyone stopped. "Tighten up, men!"

"He's unconscious." Jude declared. He knew it through the Force. Before he could add something else, the stormtroopers were already headed to the knocked out stormtrooper and the agent's comlink channel was intruded.


"What is your name, child?"

It could be only one - the son of a gun who had blasted his knee cap. Trying to keep his cool and not ordering the stormtroopers to randomly spray fire at where the unconscious officer because he wanted to find out more. It would be by far more beneficial.

"J." He said over the comlink through the same channel. Jude added trying not to sound too aggressive. "Who are you?" The agent raised his mental walls cautiously as he followed the squad to where the knocked out body of the stormtrooper lied.

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

 

[HK-36]

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


The machine tightened his fist as he watched the stormtrooper's unconscious body lay in the snow, the hypnosis failed this time around and HK was forced to punch the daylight out of the soldier, taking his commlink, detonators, blaster along with him. He heard the crunching of snow and movement as stormtroopers begun to close in, wrapping the cloak around him and engaging the stealth mechanisms he wandered off into the relative safety of the blizzard. It seemed the machine would be still safely hidden for now, although this was a fairly close call, it would be unlikely for him to be able to pull off another stunt like that without triggering an all out battle.

At least he would not have to wait much longer without doing anything, Jude's transmission came in, silently connected to droid's internal communication systems through the commlinks he acquired from stormtroopers, although it would be pretty hilarious if after all of that he would be given away just because the ringtone on the commlink would go off when he would be stealthed right next to a stormtrooper.

"A very old being who is a part of the Galactic Alliance, J."

The voice would crackle out from Jude's commlink,

"And I have come here for you, J. Only for you. Here is my offer- I understand that your soldiers only follow orders, if you would have them lay down their weapons and retreat off of this battlefield I will allow them to leave unharrased by me and with their lives."

The voice would set his terms for Jude to ponder,

"I will then grant you an honorable duel face-to-face which you will survive even if I would gain the upper-hand. My objective is to only neutralize you for the duration of this battle, that does not mean death, but you have seen the kind of shots I can make, and so far your men had little luck tracking me down, I will not remain passive if it will be easier to start killing them."

There would be a pause to let the words sink in on Jude's end before HK added in,

"Your soldiers do not need to die, J, I am sure you will make the right choice."

HK was behind a wall of one of the ruined nearby buildings, awaiting the reply. The machine had his fun and they came to the point where he could not simply evade and harass his enemies any longer, this was going to end up either as an actual duel between Jude and the droid, or a battle between the droid, Jude, and his soldiers. The difference was whether the machine was going to be leaving his hiding spot firing off the magnetic revolver or activating his lightsaber.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Dawn
Objective: [Kill]
Allies: None

Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]
--

People died.

But people always died. If there was one universal truth in the Galaxy it was that somewhere, sometime, someone was dying and there was nothing any one of them could do about that. Morbid thought, but it kept Locke strangely settled in high-tense situation such as these ones. Like missing your target by inches and killing a few troopers that were just doing their job - his target was the officer, though, because take out the head and the snake's body didn't know what to do with itself. One lucky charm was that Amsel had avoided contact by incidental coincidence.

He didn't know the threat lingering above.

Just as Rolf dove for the culvert, Locke's HUD made the trajectory calculations within micro-seconds. Path was clear... now it was time to go. As war raged all around him, the SIS agent pushed himself off the ground, using his boots to give him the boost he needed to get up in the air again.

Aimed straight towards the imperial officer looking for sanctuary.

This time there wasn't the warning sound of shots. Just a stock of a rifle with the weight of an angry man in armor and jet boots aimed squarely at the back of Rolf's head.

Sometimes you had to get dirty. Kill, get blood on your hands, just so those you protected were spared that same fate. Wasn't pleasant. Wasn't even all that good, but it was all that Elliot had at this point. The knowledge he was doing good, in his own way.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 5

Lynn desperately wanted to end this fight. If she was being honest, it wasn't solely that she was a Jedi that made her want to end it. There was no honor in this. Sure, the Sith was formidable even now, but she was no where near her full strength which seemed unfair.

Lynn's mind began to flash with different moves and outcomes. She knew her opening and was aware of it being the most likily target, but being she was in a lock with the Sith she could not counter the weakness so easily. She had armor on her legs, but her Beskar her mother gave her was broken and in repair so the armor was the same grade as the Sith.

In order for the Sith to swing out her kick while also guarding the blade above her it would mean she would have to move her whole body to get bone shattering strength which means her guard would weaken. This would allow Lynn to safely move back a bit and not take the full blunt of the attack. The strike connected and Lynn heard her armor Crack which caused some pieces to go into her leg a little.

The pain was sharp, but the armor took the blunt force, but Lynn would need to get to healing soon if she were to stop any major damage. She looked at the Sith, but no words were uttered. She needed to end this, for both their sake.

The Sith was on the ground, the cold, icy ground. She could use her cyrokensis, but she was still very weak with it that the powerful anger of the Sith would break it. Ideally she wanted to knock the Sith out, but while she was at a disadvantage in most cases on the ground, she was at an advantage in that Lynn could not knock her out with exposing her vital areas.

She had one move really, the only thing she could come up with that would not expose her, but might be enough to end it. She took a long, deep breath as she let the Force fill her, work through her. With all her might she pushed out her free hand sending the best force push she could causing rocks, ice shards and other random things to fly with the push and hopefully the blast was enough for something to strike her head and knock her out. Lynn wasn't confident though as her ability with the Force was still weak. Her skills were with the blade, but if she was force to continue there she would most likily have to kill the Sith due to her stubbornness.