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

[BE-183]

Post: 15
Location: Citadel of dawn - Around the trenches / North of the Citadel
Objective: Try to keep a clean not-dying record / Find a secure location
Status: Bee offscreen / 6th platoon in good condition, one flametrooper disabled
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance - [member="HK-36"]

Well... didn't even have any trouble getting away. That was nice of them. Zero pressed in the button of a detonator linked up to the aforementioned detpacks, laid in the battlement he'd just vacated. Who knows, it could even cut off the transmission, though he was unaware. With that, he took the platoon on their merry way to greener pastures. Perhaps he would march them to the FOBs he found on his holomap.

In all likelihood, there were First Order forces remaining in the Citadel. They were a self-respecting organisation, as such they probably wouldn't send only one platoon to defend such a large position. And if they really had pulled out their forces, when those still inside thought it through, the fact should be quite worrying.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Nima Tann"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Tempest"]


Firemane soldiers would keep securing the Citadel, strengthening the defences that were being set up by Abregado-Rae's Free Droid Army and Omega Pyre. Turrets, rotary shattercannons and shatterbolters would provide a potent defence. Furthermore, ARGH designed Mobile Barricades were being set up to fill possible breeches.


Elpsis was a bit of a bystander for now. "She died well. Thank you for recovering this," she spoke to Trextan. Perhaps she was becoming desensitised to violence after all the battles she'd fought. Maybe she was just numb after having spent most of the day fighting.


Her empathy called out to her, directing her towards the pain Tempest was feeling. "It wasn't your fault. You did all you could. She knew the risks. Like everyone," she spoke feelingly, taking her girlfriend's hand and giving it a squeeze.


However, there was little time to commiserate. "We can mourn later. Our comrades need us. Most white helmets seems to have pulled out, but I don't think that's the last we've heard of them. There's still fighting going on," she added firmly. She could hear gunfire coming from distant trenches.


Feeling the darkness emanating from the other sabre Trextan carried, she nodded in affirmation when Nima and Tempest spoke. Elpsis did not believe in the Dark Side in the same manner the Jedi did, since otherwise dating the Dahomian would probably be awkward. But she did believe that there were some powers that could corrupt. They were emanations of the Black Dread Wolf.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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


Yellow gaze fluttered open, spying on the meditating Jedi. While nowhere near refreshed and ready, the disciple cut her recovery short after finding her opponent suspiciously silent. The reason sat right in front of her, eyes closed, mind focused on finding light where none was to be found. Spotting another opportunity to deliver additional blow into the light-devoted vermin’s body, the Ren continued to breathe deeply and regularly, praying to the dark side for success. Slow, soundless, Zmej’s free hand crept towards her sidearm at a snail’s pace, taking punctilious care to produce no noise that’d wake the Jedi up from her trance. Once wrapped around the pistol’s intimately familiar grip, her fingers started pulling the weapon out. Of course, staying silent alone did not guarantee success.

Avoiding setting the Jedi’s mind on alert was equally important, meaning the disciple had to extinguish all thought pointing out her insidious intentions. Harmful intent often spilled into the Force, warning the Force sensitive victims about the impending attack. Eliminating the very idea of hurting the female Jedi, Zmej Ren kept her head occupied by other things – memories flooded her mind upon recalling numerous famous quotes and attributing each to their author, an instant flood of irrelevant ideas and mathematical operations. Like an additional boon covering the disciple’s actions under a cloak of darkness, the dark side clouded everything. No amount of light could overpower the stench of death and suffering brought to Keashana by the Galactic Alliance. Whatever the Jedi combatants wished to accomplish, starting a war and actively making the conflict worse was not the greatest result – could they continue in their reliance on the light when betrayal of core Jedi principles was the only thing achieved?

Zmej Ren bit her lips in anticipation while taking aim at the Jedi, sights announcing the next shots would blow craters into her chest. Hand steady, mind clear of all distraction, there was one last thing to do – pull the trigger. Squeezing it once, twice, thrice, over and over again, blaster bolts whizzed through the air, a new one joining each time the blaster pistol barked.

 

[Progflaw99]

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[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Aermoira Cyone"] | [member="Anya Venari"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]​

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The shuttles rattled mercilessly as they screamed towards the surface, the relief delegation from Riflor gripping tightly at the straps holding them in place. Their first trip to the surface had been leisurely, relaxing even - this time they were not so lucky. Disembarking from the FIV Concordia, the small fleet of shuttles carrying workers, droids, and construction supplies sped towards the planet of Kaeshana. A hint of a smile teased across Nate's features as he shook his head. It was a miracle that they'd been even allowed off of the Concordia, and even that was after copious use of his newfound power.

"You do realize that if you don't let me and my people go, I'll be taking this straight to the Grand Moff, whom I'll have you know has more on her plate to deal with than an obstinate hangar chief!"​

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Sitting there now, strapped in to the shuttle along with the rest of his delegation, he could hardly believe it was he who'd uttered those words. Being harsh with people was certainly not his modus operandi but something had snapped for the young Governor, his usual tact had been burned away by the severity of the situation. While a battle was raging in the Northern hemisphere of Kaeshana, there were plenty of other places their work was needed - and he would not let the conflict negate the good they were trying to do. With his words, the Chief had finally let them go - no doubt he would catch some flak from the Grand Moff once she found out but that all paled in comparison with what had happened here today. Gripping the straps that would hold him secure as the shuttle bounced and bucked, he closed his eyes - trying to settle his stomach for the re-entry. As he looked at those around him, he could hear the chatter of the comms from the cockpit - it sounded like they were being routed towards the Southern Hemisphere.

:: Rerouting now, adjust heading, 30 degrees port. Angle of descent adjusted.::​

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:: Destination at coordinates 13.3419. Medical Camp, Designation: Aid Station Weylund ::​

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Aid Station Weylund, that seemed to ring a bell. Quickly trying to sort through his mind for the information he knew was there, Nate gripped the straps even tighter. The shuttles were in a loose formation, the personnel shuttles leading with the supplies in tow. They progressed unmolested, at least as far as Nate understood - though he didn't know if he'd be able to tell if the jolting was just turbulence or laser blasts. Besides, they were a civilian force, not military. Eyes straining to see up into the cockpit from where he sat, he could see the dull and muted colors of the terrain through the atmosphere of the planet - and then they shifted, his view once more relegated to the vastness of space. Looking to his right, he caught the eye of the Advozse, Targrun. The two had worked together since the beginning, or at least since Nate's appointment as Commissioner of New Advora. They'd built a friendship, a sense of loyalty towards each other over the course of their work and Nate for one was glad to have him along. His skill applied to the barren waste that was the ruins of Kaeshana would be extremely helpful in restoring some semblance of permanence for the scattered Eldorai - or at least he hoped as much.

As the shuttle entered the upper layer of the atmosphere the vessel bucked and shook, the pilots doing their best to maintain their course and heading.

:: Entry now, maintaining course for Aid Station Weylund. ETA Five Mikes. ::​

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:: Aid Station Weylund, this is November Alpha Zero One Niner, Inbound to your position. Supplies and Materials inbound. ::​

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The vessels had flown low over the Southern hemisphere, the large cove in the center of the continent coming into view. Despite the ravaged state of the surface, it was almost tranquil as they flew over the muted blue of the water below. The turbulence they'd encountered upon re-entry now subsided, Nate's stomach had chosen to rest - a relieved sigh issued as he leaned back in his seat. It wasn't that the Governor didn't take to fighting, but rather the long sleepless hours and high stress events were finally starting to get to him. Biting down on his lip, he could see the small camp in the distance, just a speck but at the speed they were travelling they'd be there in less than a minute. Just before the constructs and tents Nate could see the mouth of a River, the camp situated on the Northern Bank. Perfect. Nate wasn't sure exactly how well the soil had fared on the surface of Kaeshana but he imagined that being so near to water would only help them develop a more permanent settlement and provide much needed water for agriculture and plumbing - though that would all require the soil to be fertile. From what he knew of Kaeshana, and what he'd seen briefly during his first arrival, the soil would need some serious help before that would become a reality. Cursing silently inwards as the shuttle flared it's wing to come in for a landing, Nate was among the first to unbuckle his restraints, They'd once more loaded up in enviro-suits to stave off the somewhat higher radiation signature as well as an inoculation of Potassium Iodide which they'd been receiving since their initial decision to visit the planet days ago. Having received their latest dose immediately prior to departure, they would likely be protected from the radiation, at least for 48 hours.

As their pilot's announced their arrival, Nate had already begun making his way towards the rear of the shuttle - ready to be on the ground, or was he? As his careful footsteps led him down the ramp his memory hemorrhaged, images of their prior arrival flashing before his eyes. Gritting his teeth and putting left foot in front of right, he descended, his eyes firmly set on the medical and aid camp set up before him. This was good. Here they could make a difference. Turning back to those still hesitantly standing back in the shuttle he motioned, his voice going out across their short wave comm devices.

"Alright folks, we've got a lot to do. Get those supplies unloaded and work with the engineers to get the ground here surveyed." Even as Nate spoke, more shuttles loaded with construction equipment and supplies were landing, some on the river bank opposite even. "Medical staff with me, we need to find out where your skills can best be applied - let's go!"​

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With the last word, he nodded to Talgrun - the Advozse would be left in charge of the construction efforts, as was fitting given his occupation. Heading up towards what appeared to be the central tent, Nate hoped there was yet purpose for his medical staff and secretly wondered if any wounded from the fighting to the North had been brought here.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Tempest"]

Some voice whispered that it would be a much better idea to keep the saber for himself. He turned to face each of them women in turn, hearing, but not truly comprehending what they said.

"Safe...right..."

Very slowly he extended his left arm and passed the hilt to the purple twi'lek. As soon as it was out of his grip he took in a deep breath. Sounds, sights, everything including the pain he still felt came back in crystal clarity. He was struck by the pain they clearly felt, but how quickly they returned to the task at hand. Back on coruscant they had drilled into him and the other Acolytes that the Force was infinite. Serving the dark, dying well in battle and returning to the Force was all part of the natural cycle. Right now he wasn't so certain that he wanted the glory of dying in battle. The girl had seemed such a fragile, sad thing in the end. Like a broken doll. Even without the Force it was obvious that she had gone from a creature so full of life and determination to just a thing. A broken, lifeless thing.

"My father?" he blurted out. "Marshal Voidstalker, has anyone seen him?"

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Dawn
Objective: [Kill]
Allies: None

Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]
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Men do strange things when the passion of battle ran high.

When their blood stirred and sung to them. Locke had experienced it himself, many times, but today he was calm. Peaceful even, almost the serenity the Jedi usually spoke of. He had stayed out of the main battles, keeping to the fringes and picking off targets one by one.

The analytical nature had saved him from making mistakes.

Yet, yet, they were all just soldiers in the grander scheme of things. Elly didn't hate the First Order or this man in front of him, but it was his mission to push the battle to victory. As Rolf grabbed hold of his own helmet pulling it off, Locke's rifle was already flying in the air, its target to hit Amsel straight in the face with force.

The SIS agent did not wait to see if he got in, instead he was already running. Heavy boots stampeding against the mud and grit of the earth, running towards Amsel. Armored shoulder first, he'd try and drive himself into the imperial officer's body, sending him crashing in the wall behind them.

Officer wanted to play fisticuffs? He'd get fists.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and Friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 11

As the Force continued to channel into her, she felt it's healing, calming, and refreshing nature wash over her. The longer she sat like this, the greater her connection became. All the while she was not sitting blind. While her eyes were closed and behind them was darkness, the Force was seeing for her. Everything around her had a slight blue out line except for the Sith which was red. The very presence in the Force the Sith had revealed more to Lynn then the dead city around them. Lynn wondered sometimes, what made the Galactic Alliance better than the First Order. While they were trying to stop the First Order they were also destroying a planet. It was contradictory to what the Alliance should be, but Lynn was a Silver Jedi only there to stop the fight.

As she watched the Sith draw a blaster she wondered if the Sith was under the impression that Lynn was in full meditation or that she would stop and blind herself to her enemy. Lynn just watched until the blaster was aimed. Lynn softly wrapped her lightsaber with the Force and as the trigger was pulled, so was the lightsaber. It snapped to Lynns hand and ignited as her eyes shot open and she deflected the blaster bolts one by one. She then, with her refreshed body she rushed up and at the sith with renewed power and determination.

As she moved forward she began to zig zag, but the closer she got the more her channel in the Force began to prepare. Using a little telekinesis, she threw some of the rocks around them at Zmej from multiple directions to keep her occupied. She then continued her charge and lept in the air. As she came down, she made one quick movement to deactivate her lightsaber. Then with both hands she harnessed the Force she was building into two attacks, one was Force Blinding and the other was Force Stun. Two of Lynn's most useful abilities she knew from her Shadow training. She unleashed both attacks at close range as she came down on Zmej. The purpose was to blind Zmej, but to also make her unable to move. While there was no hate in her, Lynn's desire to save this person, fueled by love for human life was every bit maybe even more so, as powerful as Zmej's hate that once strangled Lynn. Once she landed she would follow her two attacks with a cross to the temple of Zmej. Her fist wasn't closed, but her palm would be what would strike Zmej in the temple with enough force to knock her out.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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


Fighting dirty often yielded victory, but despite Zmej’s best efforts and utterly dishonourable tactics, all crimson bolts bounced off the Jedi’s suddenly ignited lightsaber. The Ren’s black heart swelled up with anger, frustration rising at being unable to land a solid enough hit upon the Jedi opponent while all it would take was a single well-placed shot. Hissing, breath racing again, the young disciple let the pistol do the talking, still holding to that fading glimmer of hope. One stray shot deflected by the Jedi’s violet energy blade rushed right past the teenager’s head, enough to have her know this tactic bore no fruit. Completely resigning on the gun, Zmej discarded it with a nonchalant toss aside, hand free and available to use the Force when ready. Like the Jedi, she had feasted on the Force, drawing energy from its darker aspects. A fresh batch of energy to drink from; she did not hold back, draining it dry down the last drop of power. The disciple’s dark side infused eyes never left her opponent, studying the Padawan’s form for subtle arm motions and other valuable indicators, anything to allow prediction and grant Zmej a brief insight into her opponent’s next move. Naturally, physical sight only served as a crutch – it was the Force that let the Hand react unnaturally fast and unveil her rival’s intentions.

Such as feeling invisible strands of telekinesis wrap around a few rocks before hurling them her way. Zmej countered in similar fashion - all rocks tossed at her slowed down enough for gravity to claim, denied their chance at flying over to the lying combatant. Already immersed in telekinetic waters, the disciple of Ren embraced this established connection further. Once the Jedi’s legs released a burst of energy and brought the woman into the air, the blonde’s hand twitched, rapidly doing the same she had done with the stones; an attack that would chain the Jedi airborne and bring her down in a rapid descent, mercilessly crashing the body into Kaeshana’s ground. It wasn’t a hard trick to pull off, really – the Ren merely capitalized on the Jedi’s decision to remove all earthly shackles and bounds that gave her the advantage of stability, practically opening herself to such attacks.

Now it was the Jedi who found herself under a rocky shower, vast majority of which was aimed at her head. Bringing concussion, cracking skulls and turning brains into mashed eggs, the objects eagerly shot at the Jedi without care or mercy, propelled by the dark side’s destructive potential, driven by Zmej’s desire to kill.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Northern Trenches, outskirts of Citadel of Dawn
Allies: The First Order - [member="BE-183"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Dish"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Upon noticing the intense damage being taken by Dish, Sam's show of acrobatics slowed down. His sidearm lost, blade sliced in two. The soldier, or whatever he was, was surely finished so the Ren need not tire herself out further. Instead the waves of lightning intensified, no longer was it a bolt fired from one hand for suppression but a full on assault set to kill. Sam's blade was withdrawn so both hands could unleash a mass of crackling blue electricity.

'Almost there,' the chanting in her head grew louder, 'Kill it. Kill it. Kill it. Kill. It.'

But then the soldier rose to his feet, Sam cocked her head in curiosity but remained rooted to the spot continuing her assault, even in a final gasp of strength she believed there little the soldier could do to her now. But he kept coming and then dashed towards her with unexpected speed. It was time to move. She backflipped out of the way...

At least she tried. Suddenly and inexplicably, her body refused to move. Sam barely had a second to register the small knife in DIsh's hand and bring back her blade to block accordingly. Too late did she manage to fight off whatever was restraining her with the Force and regain full control of her body. An attempt at a dive to avoid Dish's follow up attack worked in that she wasn't skewered but he crashed into her with high momentum. Her lighter, unarmoured body was sent backwards several feet through the air with a loud, girlish yelp.

Pain. Samka wobbled back to her feet. "You," the girl quietly muttered to Dish under her breath but the murmur turned to a snarl and then a scream. "You should not HAVE DONE THAT!" Finally unleashing an attack of lightning fueled by the Dark Side's utter rage, one of such power it was made to swiftly bring the soldier to heel so she could turn to face the new threat.

Jedi.

Sam trudged forwards a few steps towards a shimmering yellow lightsaber. "That's enough," she called out the Stormtrooper who'd began to fire a few loose shots at the approaching Light Sider. "You'll only get yourself killed. Finish him," Sam gestured behind her at Dish. "I'll handle this."

"Master Jedi," the teenager called out once Jacen Voidstalker was within earshot. Her lightsaber was kept ignited in her hand but other than that, the girl made no aggressive movements. The momentary lull in combat gave Sam time to gather her thoughts, to restrain the bloodlust which had been taking over since she arrived on the battlefield and regain composure. "A fine day to attack a humanitarian mission, isn't it?"

She wouldn't strike first. She would goad him to see just how peaceful these Jedi Knights really were.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Sith Kebab

Her blade missed its mark, slicing the edge of his helmet rather than cutting a swath along the Sith’s back as she’d intended. Intentions only took you so far on the battlefield, no sense in getting discouraged when things don’t go exactly as planned. Flexibility and improvisation were important in keeping a cool head and a steady focus in an otherwise stressful situation. [member="Asharad Graush"] lunged forward, his newly ignited blade coming in from her left for a downwards diagonal slash. Anchoring herself, the Rogue deactivated her shield and angled her saber to meet his own.

Orange blade sizzled against blue in a tale as old as time. It was your classic saber lock where two opponents had a handful of surreal moments to gaze longingly into each other’s eyes. Except, sort of not really. The comm in Joza’s helmet had been steadily feeding her information over the course of the battle, and most of it had been fleeting to her until now. The citadel has been secured. Well, that was good. [member="Leo Vandermolen"]’s message came as a surprise, his voice echoing in her head for a few moments before her gaze flickered from the crimson saber to the sulfur yellow eye of her opponent. Corrupted eyes, scary dark armor, the palpable anger rolling off of him…everything about this man fit the Sith bill. Still, she almost balked at the mention of the saber belonging to [member="Dax Fyre"]. What in the void was Dax doing with something like this? She’d certainly have a chat with the young man later, after he was on the mend of course. Screaming at the injured probably wouldn’t make anything better.

He’d killed her girls and stolen something that belonged to a friend. Joza didn’t need to wait for strike three.

Asharad had surged toward her, his superior strength and heavier weight pushing down onto the Zeltron and threatening to push her back. Additionally, she had the injury to her wrist that weakened her staying power. She held fast for a few moments, but made no move to parry his saber away as the Makashi adept was prone to do. Instead, she deactivated her saber, sapphire beam disappearing as she side-stepped to his left, depending on the unprecedented disabling of her weapon and his momentum to carry him forward and give her the time she needed. The hilt passed swiftly to her left hand, and the emitter was quickly jammed into his left armpit. Her thumb brushed over the activation stud to ignite the blue blade once more. As a precaution in the case that he’d managed to counter attack, her tactical phrik sword was drawn from its sheath and into her right hand and stayed at the ready.

Her movements were swift and methodical as if they’d been choreographed. Behind the helmet, her eyes steeled, face firm, honed in on the challenger. She didn’t care why he was here with the First Order, nor did she assume he cared why she was here supporting the Alliance. Theirs was not a battle of philosophy or ideology.

It was just a fight.

Loadout:

Spoiler

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

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Darkness, cold darkness was all Kyrel could see at this point in time. His suit was damaged and his limbs were crippled, he could barely move. 'How long has it been? Hours, minutes.' He thought. He managed to conserve his energy by going into a meditation trace. When he felt Charlyra's death through the force he mentally laughed, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he felt the anguish radiating miles away through the force. He said to himself through the dark confines of his now damaged armor. "Foolish girl, her might was nothing compared to mine, and that will not be the last Jedi I kill. But I do respect her for her last stand although she didn't kill me, she was a worthy adversary none the less."

He had a bad feeling, despite his recent victory he couldn't move nor call for help. Soon the surrounding area would be crawling with GA troops, and he would be damned if they got him. They would most likely execute him and that was something they would do for what had happened today. He tried with all his might to move his limbs, and with much effort all he could manage was a crawl. He felt like his own armor was dragging him back every time he moved, and not to mention with every movement he tried to make on the limbs it caused him a great deal of pain. He thought to himself resentfully. 'Damn it, I should be stronger than this, I should be able to get myself out of this and make myself stronger. Damn that girl, my only regret now was not making her die slowly. Has the dark side somehow abandoned me.'

He was puzzled, as despite how pleased he was about his first kill, he felt livid at loosing. He shouldn't have been damaged in such a way after all he assured himself that he was very powerful, so powerful that in his condition like this would be hard to put him through. Here he was broken and crawling through the dirt like some worm, so in some ways the girl had won despite her life being taken in the process. He quickly snapped himself out of his self pity, and focused on broadcasting his force signature in the surrounding area hoping that somehow some ally could come and save him, after all one in this position could only hope for the best, and pray for the worst.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

Location: Citadel of Dusk, western Kaeshana
Allies: GA, Angelii & Jedi Service Corps, [member="Anya Venari"]


With both the Aspis Defence Shield and the Darksky in place, the Citadel of Dusk had become a safe haven. Here, more permanent habitations could be set up. Many refugees had found a home here. They were fed, clothes and given medical treatment. Kaeshana's west had been hit less hard by the cataclysm, but the repercussions had still been severe, causing a general breakdown of infrastructure, law and order.


However, islands of civilisation had survived in an ocean of chaos. Those among Kaeshana's Eldorai who'd survived the disaster called themselves the Forsaken. Many had thrown in their lot with the Tygaran Alliance and the Galactic Alliance, but their accord was still tentative. The wounds of the past were still raw.


Some of the Forsaken leaders had been invited to the Citadel. Now they congregated in one of the chambers within the military base's HQ. "The sins of the past won't just be forgotten and forgiven. You came here to help us against the invaders, but guarantee do we have that you will not abandon us again when an ill wind blows? Kaeshana is far away from Tygara. We endured natural disasters, pillaging slavers and machine monsters. We are two separate nations," one of the Forsaken Leaders spoke.


"Anya is not our mistress. In our darkest hour, those you scorned as Dashdae Eldorai protected this world. We will not kowtow to her," another, a grim-looking elf with some rather intricate tattoos interjected, daring anyone to contradict her. Some voices joined in, creating a chorus.


"Let's focus, shall we?" the voice was cold and chilly. It came from a brunette woman who sat in the corner of the room. Naamah Aesham had earned the right to sit at the place by aiding the Forsaken against Archangel's hordes when the devil machines sought to harvest the Eldorai. The whole meeting struck her as a dysfunctional family reunion. Fortunately, the shifter knew a bit about dysfunctional families.


"Who gave you the right to speak? You do not even have Eldorai blood," one hissed.


"Quiet, Sylviana, she's earned her place."


"I have no love for the Queen. Or Kerrigan, for that matter. Like it or not, Kaeshana's not going rise from the ashes without foreign help and it'll better come from the group you share kinship with and doesn't trample on with a jackboot. We know Archangel's, our enemies, has ties with the First Order. If the Queen tries to impose tyranny, she'll have a massive insurgency on her hands. I'd fight myself."


There was more talk, then the white-haired elf focused on Selene Tarai, the Tygaran Alliance's diplomatic representative. "We want self-government. The right to choose our own leaders and make our own laws. No dictates from a blue-blooded satrap appointed by far away Tygara or, for that matter, Sullust. We want a binding commitment to rebuild and protect Kaeshana after the invaders have been repelled, and space for anyone who wishes to settle on Tygara."

 

[Cale Gunderson]

The gunships of Dust Squadron were not going down without a fight, weaving through flak and blaster fire the Peregine's raked First Order lines with Gatling lasers as they moved to evade Knight Squadron, intent to wreak havoc even in the face of death, loosing concussion missiles as well into the Order's armored vehicles and walkers, but in the end for Dust 3, 6, and 10 these were simply last acts of defiance as the TIE's lanced through their hulls with blaster fire, and the craft were engulfed in balls of flame, Dust 5 would suffer a similar fat, but not before turning and firing all he had at Knight 10, then exploding under the TIE's fire, hopefully taking the interceptor with it.

Dust's sacrifices would've meant little to nothing had it not been for Cyan's intervention. Diving in from above, Cyan Squadron's X-Wings opened fire on the TIE's preying on Dust, their numbers short four pilots after a nasty engagement with TIE Fighters on the way down, and though they had won out against the TIEs it had been close. Cyan 12 and 3 broke off to escort the remainder of Amber Squadron as they made for ([member="Ludolf Vaas"]'s?) the enemy walkers. Amber 2, 4, and 9 were on their own for now.

Despite the fighters now on her tail, Amber 2 locked on to Knight 6 and fired away on the wounded TIE hoping to score a kill, and undoubtedly sure that Cale and 9 would be able to keep up with the First Order pilots, she was almost as green as she perceived Cale to be, and it showed. Desperate to save the girl, Gunderson cut back on his throttle and pulled back on the stick, sharpening his turn before hammering the throttle back up as he leveled himself with Knight 8's rear and fired away. Seconds later [member="Luna Terrick"] would come down behind Cale and Amber 9.

Trusting in the force and letting it guide his movements Cale kept up his fire on the TIE whilst weaving elegantly between blasts, a few catching his shields and nothing more as of yet, however Amber 4 took several direct hits and their shields began to wear. With a sigh, Cale lifted his finger from the trigger then sharply decelerated, allowing Amber 4, as well as Luna and Knight 5 to zoom past before he accelerated once again, racing to catch back up with the pack.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and Friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 12

A cruel twist of fate, Lynn had trained all her life for this, but still she was making mistakes she never made in practice. Her plan to use Force Blind and Force Stun were cut down as she was pulled from her reckless jump and slammed into the ground. She let out a scream as pain shot through her body. Again, her legs took the majority of the damage and a sense of numbing was sent through them. Her eyes began to swell from some tears as the pain coursed through her. Trying to stand back up, she fell by her own weight back to the ground. She felt herself hurt in more ways then one.

She was not given the luxury of feeling her pain before she saw rocks began launching at her. She began to roll to dodge them, but had to pull a board with the Force from the rumble near her to fully protect herself. She could feel her body shaking as the rocks connected with the board. Safe, but not out of the water. Once the shower stopped she again tried to stand when every part of her body screamed not to. Her eyes, red from blood and tears and her body far from ok, but she still managed to stand. With her voice, coming out like sand paper she spoke, "Why? Why did you kill you own people? Why do you....hate...everything." She was running low on strength and the will to try and save this girl, all that was left was her will to live and confusion why someone as young as her could hate someone so much. After her question her legs gave in and she feel once more to the ground onto her back. Not the most advantageous position, but she was able to lay there for a moment or two. She shivered as the air around them began to get colder as the clouds broke and rain began to fall on them, a cold, unfeeling rain. Lynn was just glad the rain hid her tears, over the sound of the rain she spoke once again to the enemy, "...I don't hate you... I just... want to help you not feel so much....pain."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Citadel of Dawn.

"Eighty percent of surviving forces are clear of the Citadel, Darth Vyrassu."

"Ready to evacuate on your command."

"He's surrounded by hostiles!"

All these were things that A'sharad heard during the saberlock. Thousands of troops had fallen back from the primary field of battle. At this point in time, dozens of dropships were likely lifting up into the air some distance away and fleeing the scene. Down South they went, for the garrison base that had been established on the eastern shores of the continent. Situated in a plain, it would be easy to see the approach by the fleeing First Order forces. Regroup and recuperate. The next battle would be soon, or the Alliance of Alliances would chase them all the way there, though, one would imagine that that would be a mistake.

"The last battalions hold the line, to the final man." That was the familiar voice of Colonel Kamset, the man who had risen to his former position of Colonel, when he had first become General of the White Wolves Legion.

Meanwhile, [member="Joza Perl"]'s lightsabre deactivated, and although he had been pressing into her, the few moments where she held him at bay gave away her ploy. The moment the resistance of the sapphire beam vanished and she stepped to his left side, instead of Vyrassu stumbling forwards, he entered the space that she had vacated with his right foot in the time it took her to change hands. From there, while she was moving her hilt to his left armpit, he was dropping his left shoulder, potentially ruining her aim at the weak spot, but that wasn't the point of the movement.

While his shoulder lowered, it also meant her perceived opening was lost, the sapphire beam sparked over the top of his shoulder and passed his head, in this very instant, he was safe to do what he wanted. With her shield embedded into her left arm, the chances of a surprise shield attack was slim. Maybe, who knew. He hadn't expected her to have a lightsabre-shield in the first place. Regardless, with that phrik sword in her right hand, within their awkward positioning, it was on the other side of her body, without doubt in a poor position to adequately defend against the orange lightsabre that was driving for her midsection, from her left flank.

The peace you fight for is a lie. Now, you shall see.

 

[Dish]

Location: Trenches
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="BE-183"]
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Objective: Invest in new insulated undersuit, stop going months without resupply because this is what you get. Also don't die.
Status: Severe burning in some areas, blaster shot to gut, severe muscle damage in some areas

He smiled, he knew what was coming, but he smiled anyway, he'd hit the cocky nerf herder. When the lightning came is was as excruciating as before, more so in fact, but Dish did not falter. He staggered forward, cursing himself for taking a simple undersuit rather than repairing the more highly insulated one he typically wore. The armor took the brunt of the attack, but even a touch of lightning was hellishly painful for him.

But the attack was too much, and the soldier crumpled to his knees and into the mud, the powerblade falling to the wayside as he steadied himself with one hand, his vision blurring as he tried to keep himself up. He failed. Dish collapsed into the mud, slowly picking himself back up as he made out the Ren's words.

Finish him

He scoffed. The soldier cast a glance at BE, as he slowly began to bring a leg forward in attempt to stand. The tables were turned now, Dish wasn't going to surrender, but he wondered if she'd so much as hesitate before trying to shoot him again. It didn't matter, he wasn't concerned with her just yet. Just the parasite. Everything in his mind was focused on her, not the injuries or the stormtrooper, only the parasite.

He brought the leg forward and scooped up the powerblade from the dirt, his hand shaking in pain as he picked up the weapon. He'd be investing in a Czerka fighting knife after this, the Dreadguard Gear was getting out of date.

 

[Vexen]

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

Vexen sat herself down in one of the seats. There was a port to plug her terminal into to recharged it. There would be fresh power packs under the seats but she hadn't fired a single shot yet. Instead she immediately started rifling through her fur to find the bits that had been singed.

"Hello Raj. Sorry, they didn't have a medical shuttle with beds nearby. They'll have a team waiting at the base. You were on a MedEvac ship?"

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Irajah Ven"] @Vexen

[ Raj Irajah? ] It was a deliberate play in words; again with the distraction.

[Now that's a mouthful.]

The shuttle gave a shudder, the distant winds of another whirling storm moving within Santaissa. His fingers grew a little tight as he did his best to stay balanced. It was easier to find a brace when standing, so he did so too.

Outside, he could see the swirling clouds and whirling winds. His lips drew thin under his helm. Bright orange eyes narrowed, searching for tells. One couldn't tell whether it was due to the environment of the post-apocalyptic Kaeshana, or if there was another reason behind it.

The shuttle ascended, the pilot telling everyone to hold on tight. They were enroute to an Alliance Forward Operating Base North west of this location.

[ I'm Micah. ] he finally said, swiveling his head over towards her. He might be hidden away behind his helm, but she would at least know that from all he'd done, he didn't wish her harm.

[That's Vex.]

The roar of the engines almost drowned out what he said next.

[ Get some rest. We'll have you patched up and backseat doctoring in now time.]

 

[Mao]

Directly fighting: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Atmosphere: Several Omega Pyre starfighters and gunships that will be getting new orders as they continue fighting First Order Troopers.

Tear it off it did. The sudden drag and pull of the helmet managed to roughly rip Mao's helm off of her head. It savagely struck at her nose, nearly ripping it off so much it bled. The thin membranes immediately went sweeping over her eyes to protect them, a translucent swath of skin that did nothing to dull the vibrant blue fire within them.

Even under the smear of blood and the mud, the woman's skin was a molten silver, anger color shifting the Firrerreo's usually gold skin with a mirror like glow.

Well, now shit got a bit personal. As if wrestling in the mud wasn't personal enough. But there was only so much one can do in such close proximity.

Maybe that's why when Rexus had gone to tear off her helmet; Mao had gone to lift up her hand. At this range, well fighting dirty is the way to go.

A sudden whir and then the AI-Wrist Blaster activated. The Wrist Blaster functioned off the same design principals as a regular Ssi-Ruuvi Paddle Beamer

The blaster unfurled, folding out of the wrist mount and pushing up to create the barrel of the weapon as well as the sights. There was no need to aim at this point-blank proximity. Mao hit the button to direct the hit right at his chest. The property of the weapon is the same as a Ssi-Ruuvi Ion paddle Beamer, containing the same properties and effects. The silver ion beam shot out, and if struck, would interfere with the nervous system of its target. A glancing blow could render an extremity numb for hours, while a direct hit caused unconsciousness. The optimum range of the Beamer was eight meters, and the maximum range was fifteen for stun. A particularly dangerous aspect of these weapons was their ability to pass through conventional shields and armor.

Yeah, kark this fucker.

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In the Air

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

• 10 OS-I1 Ranger
• 8 OS-B2 Crusader
• 1 OS-I2 Scout
• 19 OS-G3 Paladin
• 32 Wasp-class Starfighter D Configuration

Spoiler: gear

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

 

[Anya Venari]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

Selene listened to the talks with a heavy heart. She glanced at Naamah. A curious woman to be here, but she had more right than most to have a say.

They had failed the people of Kaeshana. They had done all they could but it was not enough. Sometimes it could never be enough.
But now blood had been spilled for this planet the Queen had been clear that she did not want to face a revolution as well.

“You shall have self-government,” Selene said softly.
There was a murmur. Clearly they had expected more of a fight. Of course, had Tarissa been here instead of in the city they might have had a very different reply.
“This is not an easy decision for us, understand that well. It’s clear though that through this fire you have emerged tempered. If we failed you at the cataclysm, we will not fail you now. Those who wish to go to Tygara may do so. Those who wish to stay will have what protection we can muster.”

The Aspis shield was in place, yet Selene was not resting on her laurels. A theatre shield was being constructed, though it’d take a while. This shield would be strong enough to resist almost any orbital bombardment.

Here, far from the active war, the survivors continued to come, to sanctuary.