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

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Darth Carnifex"]


Talking was not a free action. Generally Siobhan found banter and taunting during combat unprofessional and...a waste of time. Thus she saw no need to indulge the Sith Lord by responding to him. Words could not hurt her.


All the battles she'd fought since setting foot on Kaeshana had taken their toll on her, but still she stood. The Deadly Field had blighted the land, sucking all life out of it and leaving a husk, but though it had drained her somewhat, she stood her ground.


Kaine's speechifying and the chair tossed his way by the Greycloak proved a good distraction. Both gave Siobhan time to focus and concentrate, especially when the Sith turned his attention towards her mechanical companion, ignoring her. This was folly.


So she pulled upon the tangled web of power that was the Force. In the same moment she felt a disturbance, one which heralded a life being extinguished. Her jaw tightened. Many, many had died upon the blood-stained ground of the Citadel's ruins, but she recognised this one as the Force claimed her essence.


It was [member="Charlyra Araano"], an acolyte of hers. The girl had been brave, reckless, spirited and passionate. In other words, much like younger Siobhan in many ways. She'd come a long way from her self-imposed exile on Tatooine. Now she was gone, having died a sister of the fire.


Her death left a void. She would be remembered and avenged.


Beneath her helmet, Siobhan's features were a stoic, stone-like mask, so akin to the beskar shell that encased her body, unwavering. This was war. Many of her soldiers had perished and many more would ere this day was over. It was a hazard everyone understood. The time for mourning was after the battle. Their deaths just made her more determined. Siobhan was not concerned for the Greycloak's safety, for it had countermeasures to shield from electrical attacks and such since those were the first things you'd use against a droid. So she struck at Carnifex.


The Countess sought power from her innermost being and the Force gave it to her. She gestured with her left hand, her might exploded outward and a tidal wave of destruction rippled from her and tore towards Kaine. The tremendous, invisible shockwave of Force energy caused the air to shriek with power. This was not a limited Force Push or invisible hammer, it was a telekinetic tsunami that could shatter walls of concrete like glass and hit with enough force to break bones like twigs.


Siobhan tilted her masked face towards the Greycloak, as if to say 'I got this'.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4_lr4iimd8​

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

"Commodore, the enemy fleet is continuing it's attack." Scanning reported, "Enemy fighters are now moving to engage Grand Admiral Tregessar's fleet, primarily bombers sir." Scanning finished, stammering out the last word in a hodge podge of word salad. Carlyle quickly deciphered it.

"Deploy three squadrons of TIE fighters, whatever variants, I don't care." Carlyle commanded, TIE Operations nodded, and immediately set to getting the order out, "Their ships can't sustain too much more of this fire, I want all ships to continue firing on their battlecruiser." He commanded, "With that destroyed, their order of battle will surely collapse."
"Understood Commodore." The Chief Gunnery Officer replied.

The fleet continued to advance, closing on Therapy Command. By now, all guns were focused on the battlecruiser which sat in front of them. The barrages of green turbolaser fire, blue ion battery fire and missiles were something to behold, all slamming into the same hulking target.
"Commodore, what are we to do about the flanking fire?" Comms asked, "FIV Unity is starting to taking fire." The rear victory-x class destroyer had been taking much of the fire from the enemy fleet, and it's shields had largely ensured the ship staved off attack. The renewed ion and energy torpedo barrages were different however, and a near miss from a hyper velocity cannon had shattered the crews resolve to remain at the rear. The Unity was now limping to the rest of the fleet, it's rear savaged.

"Order engines at full power, they're going to have to move closer into the fleet, if we keep a constant movement speed, we'll be able to outrun them." Carlyle said, "All fighters are launched, correct?"

"Aye Commodore." Comms replied.

"Good, very good." Carlyle said, "Move the carriers to the flank, they'll act as a buffer."

Comms stood, looking a little aghast at the order. "Yes sir, understood Commodore." He murmured.

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POV: Captain Farel Stearne
Objective: Engage Vilin.
Location: Imperial-x Star Destroyer Excubitor.

"Captain, FIV Hero and Guardian are under fire." Comms reported, "Their shields are holding, but two destroyers have disengaged from their fleet to attack."

Stearne glared at the ships in the distance, "We'll engage them one at a time." Stearne said, "Are all ships in range of attack?" He asked.

The Excubitor's Scanning Officer nodded, "Yes we are sir."

"The daggers won't do much, but it'll sure as hell still help, all ships, engage the starboard star defender." Stearne barked, "Let's teach them to pick on kids their own size."

All seven ships now opened up, firing turbolasers, ion cannons and torpedos at the starboard Star Defender.
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Location: Around FIV Liberator.
POV: Major Horace Cordern.
Objective: Intercept Enemy Bombers.
Forces: 12 TIE Defenders, 12 TIE Interceptors, 19 TIE Fighters.

Horace smiled a little on the inside as the Alliance pilots moved to engage the intercepting defenders, "Drachen squadron with me!" Horace barked, as he jerked his Defender away from the incoming B wings. If the Alliance were going to attack, it'd be on the First Orders terms. "Valkyrie squadron, continue on intercept course."

"Yessir Major!" Valkyrie One barked, "Valkyries on me." The TIE interceptors, particularly the newer models, were far more agile than their enemies, and quickly flew through the desperate B Wing attack, avoiding the fighters and enemy fire to easily reach the D Wings. Once there, Valkyrie squadron began to tear into the bombers before they could fly their attack run.

Horace flew through the B Wings, firing upon them, and shooting one of his concussion torpedos. The Defenders unleashed a barrage of concussion missiles and fire from their multiple fighters, aimed at individual targets.

Rogue Squadrons inability to the finish the job caught up with them. Despite their speed, the remainder of Vixen squadron, seven fighters who hadn't been destroyed, were coming after them. Firing at their rear. "This is Vixen four, calling in!" Vixen four said, "We're on bogie's rear."
"Vixen four, this Fury One, let's sandwich these poodoo munchers." Fury One cackled. Rogue Squadron was now in a predicament, they had half a squad that nearly outnumbered them on the rear, and a full squad attacking them from the front. Both flights opening fire at their rear and their front.

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

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 15[/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]Pharazon felt as if he could feel every centimetre of his body, every hair, every skin cell, and muscle it was as if enlightenment had descended upon him. He could feel everything, and everything hurt. He had no energy left in his body, no hidden reservoirs just waiting to spill out and reinvigorate his shattered body. There was only pain, there was only suffering. Blinking his blood crusted eyes open and closed he desperately struggled to maintain consciousness. He could see some of his troopers watching him nervously from the tent entrance, unhelmeted faces stained with combinations of blood, mud, and sweat and almost frozen in facades of shock or sadness. Some appeared to be resigning themselves to his death, while others appeared to be brooding. Of course, Pharazon was not exactly in the best state of mind and could no longer see very well, so the reality of the situation may have differed from his perceptions. He could also see medical minions swarming around his vision, as if hovering above his head and flying around him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]By the mists… is this death... Pharazon thought deliriously.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]All he could smell was blood and iron mixed in with his own sweat and burnt flesh, all he could hear where real and phantom screams from the camp and the depths of his mind. He could see Sandalphon still and bleeding as he lay on the ground in the ruins. He could see his men being torn apart by Xerrzyk and bludgeoned to death by his Eldora fanatics. His sensory existence was now as if only death existed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“No… no…” he mumbled attempting to savagely bring himself back from the abyss of unconsciousness or death. He was no longer sure if he would survive the next oblivion of darkness from within his mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He decided to fix his vision on the entrance of the tent, and watch everything that passed and all how stood there with an unwavering stare and fill his mind with thoughts about everything there. Anything to prevent him from losing focus and falling ‘to sleep’. After some time had passed and he had weathered a few close calls with the abyss, he spotted Cain and the female Lieutenant he had briefly spoken to enter the tent, her helmeted head contrasting with Cain’s sweat soaked bare face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“This way ma’am” Sergeant Cain directed as he entered the tent containing Pharazon leading the closely following Lieutenant of Foxhound-Alpha in behind him. “This is Lieutenant Pharazon Draken here, and he is the only reason 4th Platoon made it out of those force damned ruins, if you would excuse my language ma’am” he continued, Cain was always one for discipline and formality with everyone except Pharazon, as he gestured at the massive bloodied and brutalised body on a makeshift operating table. His armour had been completely removed and most of his bodysuit had needed to be cut away to allow access to his myriad of wounds and injuries.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Pharazon, having spotted the Lieutenant he had asked to speak with gestured her over with a frail wave towards himself with his left arm, his remaining three fingers curling slightly as he waved her over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Lieutenant… forgive me for not addressing you in a more fitting manner” Pharazon said weakly, trying his hardest and failing to lean forward and raise himself to talk to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“But I must thank you for securing this camp, thank you, you have saved the lives of my men simply by being here” he continued, voice faltering and throat catching several times as he spoke.[/SIZE]

“I would know your name and know your face if I may be so bold” [SIZE=14.6667px]even on the verge of death Pharazon would not abandon his colourful and noble mannerisms. [/SIZE]“Our helmets may define us as Imperials, but as a Hapan faces are of great importance to me…” [SIZE=14.6667px]he forced himself to finish and maintain his gaze at her visor covered eyes. He breathed deeply and willed himself to continue awake and alive.[/SIZE]

 

[Hansen]

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

Joan brushes the canvas out of her path with a lazy swing of the left hand. Prestigious black cloak ripples around her and behind the white helmet Joan studies Pharazon's ghastly injuries. Joan inches closer towards the wounded man on the operating table. "I do what I can for my fellow Troopers." Joan gives Pharazon a curt albeit formal nod, Joan herself wasn't one to behave 'as herself' around Stormtroopers she had just met. On account of being the victim of undue surveillance by a Non-Commissioned Officer in the past. Joan gives a nod towards Pharazon with helmeted head and raises hands to the sides of helmet. "Very well Lieutenant." Joan's hands give a firm twist of the white helmet and she pulls it over her golden dyed crown. Hair tied back into a bun. Blue spheres descend down over Pharazon expressionless, ever stoic and focused is the Stormtrooper Officer. "I call myself 'Joan Lunor' though the Army calls me 'Ef-en ate, ate, ate' or 'Triple-eight'. My Troopers called me 'Helden' for years until I took my own name." Joan explains calmly to the wounded Pharazon and manages to force a smile in an attempt to comfort the wounded Trooper.

[member="Pharazon Draken"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


Kicking at the Jedi had not produced the desired outcome, though the Ren had managed to fend off the pressing danger of the lightsaber attack, buying herself a few seconds of extra breathing room, all of which she used to call upon the dark side’s destructive might. A wise decision – every bit of energy was needed to endure the following onslaught of a telekinetic blast carrying smaller objects. These ricocheted off the matte black armour covering Zmej’s body, bouncing away after delivering bruises and hurt. Armour or not, there would definitely be marks of this duel long after the battle. No protests were voiced against the telekinetic shower, no attempts at blocking it made, although it ensured the targeted victim remained pinned to the ground, bearing the brunt of the attack. Fanning the dark disciple’s anger, pain turned into a catalyst once more, refusing to yield to fatigue or injuries. Adrenaline and the Ren’s passionate fury summoned the dark side’s leash into her free hand, letting it feast on the battlefield like a hungry hound before unshackling it.

Unlike her opponent, Zmej did not seek to disarm the Jedi, projecting the unbound desire to kill into all attacks, not holding back the natural killer instinct present in all sentients. Insidious and slow, careful and sly, her powerful telekinetic strike tried to tightly wrap an invisible tourniquet around her opponent’s fleshy neck while another did its best to pull her legs from under in a manner eerily similar to hanging. This also marked the first attempts of Zmej to get up; only one leg to support her, both hands busy maintaining the telekinetic hold on the Jedi, but a survival-driven need to rise that pushed the young disciple past natural bounds, seeing her slowly and painfully wriggle from the pathetic lying position in the dirt, fighting her own body.

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, Protecting Siobhan,
Objective: NPC Fight, survive the chaos
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"],
Forces: 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.


The Greycloak would be able to see Siobhan's nod.

If his face-plate wasn't being plowed into the soil.

CLANG

The durasteel chair was whacked into Carnifex's back with a loud noise of the metal hitting his back armor plates, the chair bent almost entirely in half from the impact. As the machine raised the chair again to look at it just as Carnifex spun around calling him a vermin, he realized the gravity of his action and probably mistake, for on his belt hanged a perfectly fine shattergun revolver, a Phrik force pike capable of penetrating most if not all suits of armour, and a lightsaber. Yet, he went with a durasteel chair. The droid managed to sneak up behind Kaine and deliver a pretty heft hit, one that could perhaps even kill him and end the fight, claiming all the glory, if he used an actual weapon, but again, the machine went with a chair.

But he would not have much time to wallow over his choices as Carny's hand raised towards him and crimson lightning exploded out from his digits, crackling across the air towards the machine,

Crackle-Sparkle-Crakle,

The Greycloak raised the ruined chair he was clutching, pulling it up like a shield as the lightning hit it, dancing around the durasteel structure as it was instantly being warped by the heat and dark energy running through, probably imbuing it in the process as it was slammed against the droid's chestplate. The machine itself was launched back as well by the force of the lightning, pushed up into the air and away from Kaine as he called out,

"Your battlefield awareness is awefuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul!"

Flinged back like a ragdoll as his mechanical body twitched and jittered from the electricity that cascaded off of the chair he was clutching onto him. The droid hit the ruined ground of scorched soil, his body clashing against it before skipping along like a pebble against the surface of a pond, rolling about in his crisped and charred suit of armor. Covered in mud and dirt the droid would finally stopped as his face cut a small trench within the ground, muttering out,

"I fething hate Force users."

As the machine pushed himself to stand up, thankfully he did not sustain that bad of a damage as droids normally would when attacked by electricity. Years of facing off Force users and just generally staying around combat situations made the machine prepared for ionic, electrical, and magnetic attacks, since they were pretty much the first things people went for when facing a droid, it would be pretty silly not to protect against them when being one. As such he had layers of insulation and separation between his outer armored plates, the chassis and motor functions, and vital systems like processing units and memory banks, along with redundant power and processing systems and maybe ionic dampeners although to be honest I don't really remember whether that particular unit had them in his droid body or was it a later models sort of thing.

Either way, his head still slightly twitching to one side from the electrical surge that ran through him the droid looked over in direction of Siobhan and Carnifex to see if she managed to exploit the distraction he caused on the Sith, baiting him into turning his back to Siobhan.

He still had the durasteel chair with him.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and Friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 7

The air was grey just like the clouds from the burning, smouldering buildings. The air was already hard to breath, but the hatred filling the air, the choking presence of the Dark Side smothering her lungs.

Her attack was basically useless except to feed the Sith more anger. Lynn was pointing the piercing light of her violet Saber at the Sith. "Surrender, you can clearly see you have lost." Lynn knew it was far from over as hatred only built in the Sith. Though one thing was certain pain and hatred were her allies, but she was no Sith Lord and eventually too much of ether would lead to insanity. Though that outcome was seeming to be far off.

Lynn saw the attack coming and did her best trying to combat it, but it shattered her force denfences. Her body lofted into the air as her neck and legs were grasped in the Force. She fought against the pain, but it was suffocating and filling every fiber of her being. She felt consumed and all she could do was scream, but her voice betrayed her and would not help her because it was as silent as the grave.

Her mind left it's natural calmed state, death or the threat of it would do that to a person. Her skin, a pale white quickly becoming blue as she felt muscles being strained and the breaking of bones soon to follow. She needed help. She knew they were not alone, the Soth's troopers were still present so with everything she could she called out through the Force, "Help!" Her intentions were to control the troopers to turn on their master.

The Force reached out and grabbed the few troopers left alive and flipped their mind seeing the Sith as their enemy. She finally managed to break the Sith's connection to her and she went crumbling to the ground with her armor falling apart at the leaving only fragments and her robes. Her legs felt like they had gone through torture and she was still fighting for air. This fight was taking a lot out of her and she knew why. She could not keep holding back. She had to fight with everything and be willing to kill. She looked up at the Sith through blood shot eyes as she fought through the pain. She didn't see the enemy, she didn't feel hate, she wanted to save her, but that was becoming more and more unlikely.

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Blade-Knight"
Location: The Slit-Trenches attached to the South-Eastern side of the Citadel initially dug in by FN-888, Captured from the FO, and the trenches attached to the North-Eastern side of the Citadel, Captured from the FO, being currently attacked by Rolf and his troops,
Objective: Cover the GA forces pushing into the Citadel, hold down the position
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [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 (Infantry Drones and spider droids moving in)- 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


Oh for Feth's sake, is she going to try to kiss me?

The machine calculated to himself as Lydia stepped up to him in already close quarters as tensions suddenly skyrocketed, he took note of what seemed to be a SWE/2 sonic rifle in Rolf's hands, and the acid-throwing KD-30 herd by the woman who was clearly not a soldier. The droid took a couple steps back, looking down to Lydia, it all seemed a bit suspicious to him, he was no simple B1 after all,

"My name is Lydia. What's yours?"

"Call me 1-3 or Blade."

"Fire!"​

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Truth be told the machine was neither trying to be condescending or threaten the woman, after all he did say "please" instead of "or I will stab you" when he asked her to put the weapon down, and the "dear" part, well the Greycloak calculated that using the word would establish a sense of familiarity and perhaps warm the organic up to his presence from the get-go in attempt to break through her programing. Unfortunately things worked out like they did and the ground by his feet exploded with mud and dirt being thrown upwards from the rings of sonic rifle's projectiles striking it. Perhaps next time when attempting to establish communication with enemy forces instead of simply attacking them first the droid will begin with a wave of his hand and a crisp-high-five.

BWOOM

The shot from the sonic rifle reverberated through the air, the machine attempted to get into a Soresu stance in case a blaster bolt was thrown its way. However, it was only an attempt for, hilariously enough just as Rolf, the machine slipped as well on the mud and the soggy soil. Its foot lifted, its arms suddenly were thrown aside as it waved them to catch its balance again,

"Nice to me-ee-ee-eet you Lydia!"

It attempted to finish the conversation as the ground underneath its foot exploded from the sonic rifle, throwing him aside in the spin as those shots from Lydia's acid-spewer came flying towards him,

Stshhh-krhk, stshhh-krhk, sthssss-sthssss-sthsssssss,

It would be pretty safe to assume most of them would miss because of the commotion and it was her first time handling the weapon, literally receiving training seconds before the machine showed up in their vicinity. One bolts aimed for his chest managed to graze the plate as the droid was spun about from the sonic hit at its feet and it slipping about, the hollowed out bullet cracked, spewing out its acidic contents that splashed over its chest plate and the nearby trench wall, burning out an irregular dark brown shape in the otherwise decorated and etched surface of his outer armor plates.

Second bullet hit the droid's pauldron, breaking against it and spraying the contents over the shoulder-armor, splashing some of it against his helmet, once again burning dark brown stains within the metal plates, filing down the length of the pauldron and its edge.

The other 8 bullets went wide, splashing up against trench wall or flying off into the air to disappear among the haze and fog of war, probably hitting some poor sod few kilometers off their position and slowly burning a hole through him.


The machine fell backwards, rolling over the muddy ground and propelling itself behind the cover of a nearby trench wall turning a corner,

"And apparently excuse me for trying to have a conversation!"

The droid called out from behind the cover as he looked over the stain on his fresh suit of armor the acid caused, etching a gash towards its chassis,

"You chit-heads, I just had this thing polished."

The Greycloak muttered to himself as he pulled his cloak around, tugging the hood down like a mask and took his Magnetic Revolver out of his holster, engaging the cloaking mechanisms to phase out of view in case one of them rounded the corner to try and chase after him.

"So what brings you to a warzone, Lydia?!"

He asked, calling out from behind the trench wall once more, risking giving them a clue as to his current locations to still try and just talk to the obvious non-stormtrooper, he wouldn't want to just fight someone he didn't had if he could go the more passive non-violent route, a sentiment echoed by the main HK unit facing off with Jude and the Raven squad off in the city's proper ruins, managing to take out three of his stormtroopers so far without killing any of them and wounding only one.


While the Greycloak himself did not attack Rolf or Lydia yet, after all Rolf's fight would not be with the droid but the SIS and Pyre operative, Locke, who was gunning for him, he did sent out a silent quick order to his soldiers,

Engage

The machines begun to move out from the relatively safe positions they kept within the trench network's southern flank to close in from the side against the FO forces and begin putting pressure on them as they tried to force their way closer to the Citadel against opposition from defenders and the Pyre. Soon enough the hissing of hyper-velocity bullets would cut through the air towards FO soldiers as magnetic repeaters opened fire, supplemented by the roar of rotary cannons that joined this cacophony,

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA,

The repetitive noise of the spider-droid's anti infantry guns would pound the air with its noise as it would pound the walls of the trenches they were moving through and, hopefully, stormtroopers as well who would be caught in their stream of shattergun pellets, small caliber but moving fast enough to literally shatter an armor plate and cave it inwards on its wearer.

Then there was the electicity crackling from few Infantry Drones armed with Blast-Staves, setting them into electro-staff mode to engage the stormtroopers from the flank in close quarters, trying to take advantage of wielding a proper heavy melee weapon and the strength of their droid bodies to attempt to overtake them in close quarters combat.

Then there was the dwarf walker, but it was moving fairly slowly especially trying to navigate around the trenches which was a pretty rough terrain for its stubby feet unless it would stick to a trench and go through it, so it would not engage just yet as it took its time.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


Success has finally arrived, summoned by the young disciple’s straining efforts. Sweat dripped down the Ren’s face, the sheer concentration necessary to maintain her hold over the Jedi’s body unimaginable. From lying on the ground to dominating her opponent – a very refreshing change, further prompting Zmej Ren to push through and fight not only against the Jedi, but herself. Her injured thigh burned, driving her mad with pain, but when one fought for their life and survival itself became a price worth winning, there was no alternative than keep going or die trying. The former appealed to her much more, even though the teenager’s stomach suddenly announced its intention to release its contents. Unwilling to vomit while wearing a helmet, Zmej pushed the nasty sensation back, just as a sudden shift in the Force alerted her to incoming danger. No enemy forces were in sight, the Jedi at the end of her life’s journey. Still, the Force continued to sound the alarm in her head, louder with each moment. Confused, Zmej frowned, yellow gaze staring at the Jedi from behind the helmet, silently questioning the choked woman’s tricks.

Surrounded by several stormtroopers, Zmej’s occupied mind realized the cruel twist of fate too late. One sting followed by another, blaster bolts ripped into her armour, mostly dispersing over the plastoid plates, but puncturing those and going deeper once or twice. More pain, but this time not the kind that offered dark side practitioners raw power – this pain felt almost numbing, each hit like a solid punch. Instinctive, automated moves honed and drilled into her by many years of training guided the disciple’s next actions as she was forced to break the ongoing attack and deal with her own troops, fortunately few in number. It infuriated Zmej, victory suddenly stolen from her grasp! Pure rage filled the disciple’s heart and took over, keeping the teenager alive through its unnatural strength. Wild, unrefined swings filled with desperation rather than calculated pragmatism common to Makashi whistled through the air, batting away some shots and failing to meet others. Only one solution was available and offered Zmej a chance of survival - agonizing screams of pain filled the area as the superheated plasma blade cleaved through the white-armoured bodies, severing chunks of bodies and lives as quick as she managed.

Silence. Nothing left alive except for the two Force sensitives. Severely injured, Zmej thudded down, body shaking violently. Legendary amounts of pain dominated the disciple’s form, stubbornness to live and the dark side’s infinite power the sole aspects keeping her going still.

“Jedi pest!” Zmej cursed loudly, frantically reaching for her helmet and tossing it away just in time before vomit gushed from her mouth, watering Kaeshana’s burned ground. Finally, her sulphur yellow sight fell upon the Jedi without being filtered through the helmet’s visor for the first time. Tears and wild animosity alike could be seen in both orbs, but neither matched the disciple’s evident desire to strangle the Jedi with her bare hands, although too afraid to lift either arm for another choking treatment, as both hands supported her weight and provided the only mean stoping Zmej from kissing the ground.

 

[BE-183]

Post: 13
Location: Citadel of dawn - Around the trenches / North approach
Objective: Battle the dreadguard / Harass invading forces
Status: Rifle gone, pistol fallen, knife dropped (unarmed); shoulder pad and chestplate cracked, cut hand / 6th platoon in good condition, one flametrooper disabled
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] + First Order
Enemies: [member=Dish] + Galactic Alliance

Bee didn't provide him with a response, finding it unwise to continue this conversation in the thick of combat. Her concentration, however, didn't help her against the superhuman reflexes she was trying to navigate through. She extended her arm and twisted to land on her side when the unnamed soldier took a knee, soaking up most of the momentum from her fall. Scrambling to her feet to see him firing at the Ren, she didn't hesitate to weave a swift hook towards his gut before promptly breaking off and throwing herself out of reach.

Perhaps she had spent long enough getting in Samka's way. The trooper ducked aside to seek her fallen blaster pistol for the time being; evidently, she might need it.

[member=HK-36]:
When Zero and his platoon began taking fire from within the Citadel, he had them start retreating to the north gates, giving up the battlement to their attackers between blaster barrages. He knew when they were outgunned, and didn't plan on being anywhere near those electrostaffs.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and Friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 8

The scene that unfolded before the young Jedi led her eyes to water as tears slowly ran down her face. How could she be so stupid? Sure, she shot some stormtroopers, but their armor was made to take it and all of them were still alive, but this. How could this.....monster, kill her own people. Surely she knew the jedi had not made them try to kill her, why did they need to die?! Lynn looked deep into the Sith's eyes, this had to end, she was just doing shallow moves and using the Force, something she was not that skilled with in the first place. Though, how she managed to get the troopers to turn, she wasn't sure, but the Force was mysterious.

She gripped her lightsaber tightly as she lay knelt on the cold, charred ground. Her face gained a slight red hue and not from the previous suffocation, she had to be angry or else it wouldn't work. "YOU MONSTER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!" She screamed which the very act of screaming made her blood boil and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She needed to give it her all, anger would show she was ready to kill and she needed to look angry. Pushing off the ground and filling her body with a refreshment of the Force she lunged forward charging the Sith with eyes that were burning with the intent of killing. She came within range and with everything she could manage she slashed down from the right at the Sith with as much speed and strength she could after almost dying. A kill move.

Of course, Lynn wasn't angry and knew this would not be enough to kill the Sith which was good and if her farsight was correct it would be blocked, but the anger was to make it seem like a rash move and only this was it. It was after she slashed that her body moved with the momentum in a calculated twist bringing her back left leg around and sending it straight for her exposed head with the same speed and strength as her slash. f it worked properly her eyes would have not betrayed her and revealed the kick which would catch her off guard. After all that pain and anger from the Sith her blood would be on fire and a lot of it would be in her head. With a strike to the head like this it would hopefully knock her out and end this bloody battle.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space, engaging Yvarro’s fleet
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Lily Kilia"]
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] @Basileus Isauros [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Aran Piett"]

The fleet of Fiolette Yvarro moved in to attack, or preparing to at least. A lot was about to happen.

The Fulminatus corvettes, noticing the Bolt’s onrush upped stakes and fled. Turning about and speeding away from the fight, their similar speed would prevent them being caught by the Bolts. Their decent defensive shields and high agility as well as the long range would prevent anything but minor, superficial damage to the shields of the corvettes.
It was up to the Bolts to see if they would continue the chase, and whether, in doing so, they would attempt to run down the Fulminatus or engage other ships in the line.

It was unclear what the First Order Admiral hoped to achieve with her reversing the polarity on her tractor beams. Tractor beams were micro focussed and could not blanket an entire area, especially at this range. They could not repulse an interdiction field, and nor could they shove ships away.

The fleet deployed its fighters, but kept its bombers in the hangers. These fighters would await the enemy attack which would surely be soon coming.

When the Daggers and Fortans moved into range they would find that simply blasting out sensor noise, especially at long range, would not be an especially effective tactic, since they would not be the targets anyway. Once they would get closer, they would find that the Firemane ships would be able to target them unless every ship was blanketed. The power of this would diminish exponentially based on the size of the target as bigger ships had better countermeasures.

However, one area where the First Order fleet did engage, was through the Retribution heavy cruisers against the Constrainer. However, in this area, the two Heavy Cruisers were firing at very long range, and their armament was not suited to such a role. With most of the Retribution’s capital weapons being the short ranged KDD2055 guns, these would be useless at this range. What was rather more effective though were the dozen quad turbolaser turrets on each ship. The combined fire of these ninety-six capital guns at long range against a ship of similar agility and agility would cause some definite hits, but not enough to overload the redundant shields of the Interdictor.
Its shields fell to about 50% and it backed up, the Interdictor drives still operating as before.

The Barsen’Thor and Phoenix were now in position. The Phoenix sat below and to the port-front of the larger ship.
“Charge Nova Cannon and ready Molecular shields. Also, ready the Vortexes,” Gould ordered.

The Warspite was not in range just yet, even long-range, so instead the Barsen’Thor and Phoenix opened fire with their massed guns at a single Retribution. It was at a good distance away, and the Retribution was smaller and more agile, but the literally 3500 capital guns opened on this single ship would have to have some impact.
The Jaeger also fired at this same Retribution.
The net effect of this massed volley was mainly to pass the time until the Warspite or other, smaller ships got closer. It might also very well damage or even cripple this cruiser and keep it from firing on the Interdictor.

The rest of the fleet deployed whilst still keeping their distance. If the First Order wished to attack they would have to move forward and engage more closely.
The Vigilance Frigates supported by the two remaining Frontiers would move to intercept the Bolts if they chose to chase the Fulminatus.
The Argents would sit back like good carriers and prepare to dispatch their fighters.
The Sentinels would form a battle line around the Barsen’Thor, all supported by the Guardians which would provide flak.


Summary:

• Fulminatus withdraw, mostly unscathed. Bolts will have to choose whether to pursue.
• Inflictors reversing polarity does…nothing?
• Attack Craft deployed but not engaged or sent forward.
• Interdictor takes moderate shield damage.
• Barsen’Thor, Phoenix & Jaeger fire on a single Retribution for something to do until the Warspite gets into long range.
• Fleet deploys otherwise as in last paragraph above.

Spoiler

1 x Barsen’Thor (2900m) (4F, 2B SQ)
1 x Phoenix (Refitted Wyyrlok)(1300m) (5F, 1B SQ)
1 x Gladius (950m) Sarix – Under [member="Vilin"]’s command now
1 x Hunter (800m) Jaeger
2 x Argent (1600m) Glorious, Gallant (5F, 1B SQ x2)
3 x Sentinel (1500m) Defender, Watchman, Resolute (3I SQ x3)
1 x Warden Interdictor (600m) Constrainer – Moderate shield damage. (3F SQ)
8 x Guardians (2400m)
6 x Vigilance (1800m)
4 x Frontier (600m) Adventure, Surprise, Survey (Dispatched to orbit), Brilliance (Dispatched to orbit) (1F SQ x 4)
4 x Fulminatus (500m) F1, F2, F3, F4 – Light Shield Damage.
Total 2900m GA + 12050m Corporate Fleet

Squadrons Total:
26 Fighter
5 Bomber
9 Interceptor

 

[Ria Misrani]

In the Trenches, at the Citadel...

War changes you, war shows you who you really are and sometimes that person is scarier than the one you're meant to kill. Symara out ahead of the Lion's Maw with Kala Matthieu's and Kerrigan's Flame. What they saw disturbed them, "... you seein' this?" She handed Kala the scope of her rifle. What laid before them was sickening, as if the downed Star Destroyer wasn't a sign, by the numbers of it all the First Order was on the losing end, and yet Firemane and the Galactic Alliance poured on more, more soldiers. Kala handed the rifle back and turned around to throw up. "I've seen... a lot of things, but this?" She questioned, "this is..."

"Disgusting," Kala replied, "just." She wipes her mouth with the back of her armor and it does little to clean her face, and so she looks at her squad. "There's no point in beating them while they're down." A fair fight was one thing, but this? This was a massacre they, "they were caught off guard."

"Didn't come here looking for a fight," Symara adds as they get down into the back of the trenches. Closing her eyes the Corellian had to wonder if it had been worth the trip to come here, would they have been better off going to Firebase Valora on Dahomey instead? "Kala?"

Sgt. Mattieus looked at her unit patch and then to the ladies in her squad. "Is this what Firemane's about?"

"I don't know, I - I barely knew of them. I was just CorSec on Corellia which happened to be Omega Protectorate." Symara explains, "feel more like some mercenary sent out to finish off some wounded creature but someone's beaten me to the punch." She sighs and stands there a moment looking at the littered bodies of the dead, mostly First Order soldiers. Walking she finds one Stormtrooper armor cracked open. Kneeling down she fishes around getting a hold of the communication piece. "Think it still works?"

"One way to find out." Kala whistled, "Sgt. Halifax!"

Halifax came down into the trenches, and like Kala he too had been disgusted by the atrocities of war. Sure, they knew what war could bring and what it could do, but what they were seeing. What they were seeing was not in agreement with war, what they were seeing was in agreement with a war machine. "What do you need?" Halifax asks Matthieus.

"Think this works, or could you get it to work?"

"I can give it a go," he explains and motions for his squad to join him.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Bring her," Amuna ordered as her Warband of Eldorai marched through tunnels were supplies were often funneled to and from one part of Santaissa to another. The Eldorai now led a small group that held with them [member="Sioux Chambers"] and they marched, and marched. Chanting, "Ashira is our mother, Ashira is our light and it is by her word that we are guided." It was their faith that kept them going, and the warband she intended to eradicate now lined up with hers. With one mutual goal and that was to eliminate all foreigners from their lands, these Dar-Eldari who have forsaken the way of old. Those who bow to these human warlords, and bark when they say. "Ashira will purge the Dar-Eldari and their masters, and it is by her hand and Valora's grace that our home shall be cleansed."

The Eldorai were naturally xenophobic, after all - it'd only been until the last one hundred years did they realize that they were not alone in the Galaxy. And as boots marched, a door opened and a set of stairs led up toward daylight. "There is a communications station not to far from here, take her there, and where is Thessara?"

"On her way, she'll bring her Sarix."

Sarix. Only those with Angelii heritage bore them. It seemed fitting to slay the human with it as well. "Good, and we will show the galaxy that we are not to be trifled with, tell me, Cathina has word been spread?"

"Indeed it has, but a bloody battle has taken place at the Citadel of Dawn and throughout the mountains, and a starship now blocks a path toward Dawn."

Amuna pondered this information briefly, "it is of no consequence, we will tap into any and all channels that we can manage."

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Post #: 16[/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]Pharazon smiled weakly as he watched this Lieutenant Joan Lunor remove her helmet and reveal her face and tied back golden hair. He could intuit that this was not something that she would normally be comfortable with and suspected it was a show for his benefit. He was happy regardless as years within the Hapan Royal Court taught him that faces and expressions were paramount, and being unable to read them would lead to a swift death or other disgraceful end. By the same hand, his years within the court of the Queen Mother herself had also made knowing the faces of his friends and those few he had come to trust as important as knowing anything else about them. To Pharazon faces were a connection between people all of their own. Regardless, in his current state Pharazon cared little about whether Joan’s smile was genuine, he just took comfort in its existence and took her effort in the spirit in which it was offered, though his piercing and bloodshot eyes may have betrayed his knowledge of Joan's discomfort. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“A pleasure Joan Lunor” Pharazon rasped while making eye contact with her blue eyes, intentionally referring to her by her chosen name rather than number or nickname, it was just how Pharazon was. “I am Pharazon Draken, I would give my full name but I fear my throat would tear asunder, but anything is better than being reduced to a number” he wheezed as a chuckle turned into a cough.[/SIZE]

“Should I survive the day I look forward to potentially serving with you in the future”[SIZE=14.6667px] he continued drily, both figuratively and literally on account of his parched mouth and throat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Until I recover initially from surgery, feel free to consult Sergeant Cain on any operational matters or in regards to the defence and improvement of the camp” his words growing weaker and softer with each breath.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“There is a fine young officer under those sideburns if they have not consumed his brain while I have been incapacitated” he attempted to joke again feeling the pain rack his body as he coughed rather than laughed again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Recovering, Pharazon refocused on Joan’s eyes, smile evaporating from his face “Until the additional supplies, equipment, and personnel arrive you are responsible for this base and all within it, Imperial and Eldorai, my men’s lives are in your hands as are those of the refugees… good luck… you will need it” he said voice growing grim and ever more hoarse.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“...My life is in your hands Lieutenant.... I trust you will act accordingly” he said finally after a brief pause, voice as if a whisper and suddenly fearful as his eyes betrayed his fear for his own mortality. He nodded to a nearby white cloak medical staffer, and prepared himself for what may come.[/SIZE]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


If Kaeshana insisted on becoming her grave, Zmej would take the Jedi along for the ride, a one way trip to the Void. Death itself did little in terms of fear; the blonde disciple was scared of failure, drawing her last breath without finishing off the bastard responsible for her fall, sulphur gaze never leaving the charging enemy and regarding her with enough hostility and hatred it’d make even the most seasoned warriors question getting close to the downed Ren. Upon witnessing the opponent’s unexpected outburst, a new hope of beating the hated enemy sparked in the dark side practitioner’s heart, carving a smile on her expression. Heavy panting slowed down, almost coming to a halt as Zmej Ren focused, suddenly regaining her calm for one final burst of defiance. Jedi were never meant to allow emotions cloud their judgement – doing so announced death sentence and Zmej intended to be the executioner. An enemy so unbalanced would be a significantly easier prey to take down. Fingers wrapped around the silver cylinder, no other move followed just yet.

Starting its final descent, the Jedi’s lightsaber gave away its intent a second before the move itself played out. As her body continued to beg for a respite, Zmej listened, giving in and quickly throwing herself to the side, picking the right moment so the purple blade went over her head, grazing her right shoulder pad instead. Sparks shot out upon contact, fusing the molten plastoid with the bodyglove underneath, but pain no longer played an important role. Not now, anyway – it was dismissed for the time being, denied any chance to ruin this glorious moment. Going through with a move of her own, Zmej’s hand wielding the emerald blade produced a horizontal slash to sever both of the opponent’s unprotected legs in one swift green flash of light.

 

[Talmass Erillett]

After months of standing by, the Caroleans smuggle a force of 7734 to the planet. We aid the freedom fighters.


The 7734 are led by Charles Bellmont, who leads the soldiers with a sure hand.

We marched for miles, daily, in heavy armor, in any condition, we marched and we won battles. After inflicting a couple thousand casualties against them in small skirmishes, and taking several positions p, we had yet to take a loss. Morale is high, and we continue to march, however, a large force of the order forces, outnumbering us 40:1 is moving to intercept us. We hope to make it to a valley we're we will make our stand

 

[Hansen]

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

"I shall do my best not to disappoint you, Lieutenant." Joan holds helmet against right hip with hand, she attempts to suppress a smile growing in the corner of mouth at Pharazon's jest directed towards the Sergeant. "Fear not, I'll put your combat effective troopers to good use. They'll help me protect and secure this camp." Golden crown gives a crown to the bloodied Pharazon. Joan's blue iris glance over the shoulder, a thin narrow gold ring hugs her pupils; A result of central heterochromia iridium mutation. Joan's eyes look back to Pharazon and tries to offer him a more comforting pursed lip smirk. Gaze moves over to the physician with a demanding glare. "Make sure Lieutenant Draken is given more than sufficient pain-killers and sedatives." The white cloak gives Joan a curt dip of the head to acknowledge the armoured woman's orders. "Sergeant Cain, how many combat effective Stormtroopers does your platoon still have? You may have to fold yourself into my platoon." Joan steadily turns to face the Sergeant but not without sparing Pharazon the occasional look, a strong sense of pity sweeps over Joan, they'd formed a human bond now and the officer disdains it somewhat. Fear of loss and the subsequent pain that would bring fills Joan's mind, therein laid a strength and weakness of hers; Compassion for those who served with her.

@[member='Pharazon Draken'].

 

[Micah Talith]

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

[ Sorry. ] Micah apologized, catching the flinches and the winces of pain.

[ Can't do much about the shuffle walking does. ] he explained. The gunmetal gray helm went swiveling over to the Defel. The surge of alliance forces as they neared along with the scouts told him he was in safe territory. Well, relatively safe.

The shuttle billowed out a cloud of dust and sand, prompting Micah to cradle the wounded woman a little close.

[ Hold on! ] his voice modulator purred near her ear, although with the damage done by the earlier explosion, likely sounded like nothing but muffled static. Entering, he did his best to carefully set Irajah down.

[ Careful now. ]

Returning his attention to the girl, his head gave a slight cant in query.

[ Normally I tend to ask for names before taking a girl into my arms. Helps lower the risk of getting slapped. ] he joked, trying to keep the woman distracted.

[ Unless you just want to call you Doc? ]

 

[Choli Vyn]

Citadel proper: Behind enemy linessssss!
Directly engaging on ground: [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Garett Van"]
Red Squadron engaging in the air: Specifically [member="Quin Leeman"]



Two more members of Red Squadron suffered the aggressive attack by the First Order TIE fighters. It was at that moment that Red Squadron Leader made the painful decision to leave. He had only two other pilots left, and they had to regroup.

[ Red Squadron, this is Red Leader, come in tight. We are regrouping with the fleet. ]

The three remaining Red Squadron starfighters' engines roared overhead, moving around with evasive maneuvers to direct them out of the atmosphere.

Down below behind enemy lines, Choli knew that her time was coming up. The more she studied the area and heard the shouts from the other pilot, the more the grim reality of the situation fixated in her head. She was not going to get out of this.

[member="Garett Van"] and [member="Sara Lee Jones"] were nearby. That company of soldiers meant that there was unlikely a way for her to get past them.

What could I do?