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

Naamah Aesham

Redemption is the path, not the destination
[member="Anya Venari"]

Location: Citadel of Dusk, western Kaeshana


It went without saying that Tarissa would have been a...tremendously poor choice as diplomat. The Duchess had her talents, but being diplomatic was not one of them. Especially to people she considered apostates. Regardless, she was off in Santaissa's ruins, making herself useful.


For her part, Naamah felt more than a little awkward as she sat there in the corner. Diplomacy was not her forte. She resisted the urge to light a cigarette. The craving was strong, but it would probably not be politic. So she watched, scrutinising Selene. Curious woman. She seemed to have a functioning brain, which made her a rare specimen among aristos. Almost like an endangered species. Or perhaps Naamah was just overly cynical.


There were murmurs amongst the group of Forsaken delegates as they seemed to debate amongst themselves, then finally the white-maned elf who seemed to be their spokesperson, arose. "That is acceptable. Then we have accord. Tirathana may appoint a diplomatic representative to liaise with our government. Likewise, we shall dispatch one to Tygara. Perhaps one day the breach between our people shall be healed. Enough Eldorai blood has been spilt."


In short, Kaeshana would get Home Rule. Things would not suddenly be shiny and happy, not by a long shot, but it was a start. Of course, they still had a battle to win. The former Dashdae Eldorai partisan commander hesitated for a moment, glancing towards Naamah, who nodded curtly, then extended her hand towards the Countess.
 
Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


Sparks of spiteful satisfaction flashed in the lying disciple’s eyes when the Jedi’s body impacted the soil just like her crashed transport earlier. A glorious sight to behold for sure, marking a welcome turn in this confrontation and dethroning the woman from her dominant position. Another Jedi down – though now Zmej had to ensure it stayed that way, permanently. Desperately lacking suitable weaponry, improvisation became a necessity. Whoever managed to seize the rare moment of equality and turn it to their advantage would end up victorious. Pangs of regret for throwing away her gun started to nag at Zmej’s mind, now lacking a ranged weapon. Grunts escaped the disciple's lips, feeling bones in her injured leg shift in a way that made her eyes tear up, the Ren turned around, hoping to see the lost weapon nearby. Even though a telekinetically guided lightsaber strike remained a possibility, parting with her weapon and trophy was practically unimaginable – if the Jedi managed to interrupt the green bladed sword’s flight and seized it, the dark side practitioner would be left defenceless.

Instead of retaliating through action, words became the Jedi’s chosen weaponry. Whether a sign of suffering injuries too great to continue the fight or a meek attempt at talking the Ren down, possibly both, it produced the exact opposite effect than intended. Reminded of having to kill her own troops due to the opponent’s mind manipulation painting their ally an enemy, Zmej took the Jedi’s words as absolute mockery, further fuelling her irritation.

“Perhaps I’d feel less pain if you stopped attacking me,” Zmej pointed out wryly, head turning in search for the blaster pistol she had hastily discarded earlier to free her hand, “You think you’ve done the right thing, Jedi? You think you’re the hero? You invade Kaeshana, start a war, murder my people and turn the rest against me, attempt to kill me, and now you’re asking why I hate you?”

No pistol, just the helmet she had tossed away. Gripping it tight and releasing a pained cry, the Ren hurled it the Jedi’s way, if only to buy herself a few extra seconds. Her gaze soon fell upon the dead soldiers, rifles still clenched in their deathly grasps. Better yet, each utility belt contained a medpac, exactly what Zmej needed to keep herself in the game. Without a better option, the teenage Ren reached out, free hand summoning one of the dead bodies, dragging it to herself through dirt and snow. Heavy panting continued to consistently release clouds of white from her mouth, even such simplicity as basic telekinesis becoming costly, but giving up now did not even cross her mind. She had to see the fight through.
 
A great whirlwind enveloped the battlefield, sending the unconscious bodies and corpses of the Crownguard and Angelii reeling into the air as the ground was torn asunder and foliage plucked from where they were rooted. The Dark Lord steeled himself against the storm, but ultimately he was unable to continue his defiance against the overwhelming Force arrayed against him as it was further fueled by the death of Siobhan's loved one. Fundamentally he was weaker against telekinesis than any other Force ability, especially so against those who had dedicated their time to mastering the craft to a fault, and with the injuries he had already sustained in the fight coupled with this new burst of power, he found himself at a disadvantage.

Twas better to retreat than face further injury and death.

He surrounded himself in a bubble of protective energies and let the storm take him, his physical being protected no matter where the storm took him. He would slink away to lick his wounds, plot his revenge, and finally formulate a more concrete plan to once and for all rid the galaxy of [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. He left the battle of the Citadel to the capable soldiers of the Imperial Order, they could win the day if they were so inclined.

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[member="HK-36"]
 
ALLIES: [member="mao"], [member="laira vereen"], GA Forces, TA Forces, Good Guys
ENEMIES: [member="rexus wenck"], [member="be-183"], First Order Forces, Bad Guys
OBJECTIVE: Take the Citadel

Force Composition
Escort:
-24 OS-G3 Paladin Class Fighters
-24 OS-G2 Knight Class Fighters
-10 Peregrine Class Gunships
-6 Inimica Class Gunships
Army:
2,000 Combat Infantry (8 Companies) (30 Injured, 15 dead)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
1,000 Combat Engineers (4 Companies)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
268 Special Forces Operators
-Armor
-Sniper Rifle
-Sidearm
55 Combat Vehicles (Eight Injured, Seven out of commission)
(15 Hydra Anti-Air Tanks) (2 Out of Commission, 3 Injured)
(20 Manticore Heavy Support Tanks) (3 Out of Commission, 3 Injured)
(20 O1 Bhesj Main Battle Tanks) (2 Out of Commission, 2 Injured)

Djacens forces moved over trenches and into the Citadel with little resistance, what looked like First Order rear guard elements were all that was left in the section Djacen was in. There had been an explosion off to the left of where his forces were entering the Citadel, and his first forces that encountered it said that a large explosion had taken out a part of the battlements there.

"Get the tanks in and set up between the far side of that hole to here, room to maneuver between them. Companies 2, 3, and 4, dig in on this wall, reinforce where you can. Firemane engineers, get that shield set back up, we can plug that hole and then some with it. Keep all troops within the shields arc." Djacen ordered as he climbed up the battlement to get a better view. He looked over and saw some Omega Pyre forces in close combat with some Stormies. "First Company, you get stormie stomping duty, hit those guys." He said, indicating the small force [member="Rexus wenck"] had while engaging [member="mao"]. "Take prisoners if you can." He then went about ensuring his soldiers on the wall were arrayed properly within the shield for when it went up. It was a small aspis, and it had only been turned off so it could be moved. Once the engineers had it ancored down, they activated it. The only forces Djacen had outside the shield currently were the 250 heading for Rexus to detain, rout, or kill the storm troopers.

Actions:
1) Moved into the Citadel
2) Sent 250 soldiers to detain, rout, or kill Rexus Wenck's soldiers, leaving the PCs alone to fight
3) Activated the Aspis
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Nima Tann"], GA/TA people
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], all First Order people. None directly engaged at this point


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There was an epic crash, like the sound of thunder, when their powers collided. [member="Darth Carnifex"] steeled himself against the telekinetic tsunami that tore across the battlefield, but ultimately even his defences failed and he was blown away. Debris and bodies were tossed hither and thither, the ground was torn asunder, what little foliage remained after the corrupt energies of the Deadly Field had blighted the land was plucked from where it had once been rooted and the air twisted in strange shapes. When the smoke cleared, the God-King of Panatha was nowhere to be seen.


Siobhan staggered, and breathed heavily, greedily sucking in air. The first breath thirstily filled her lungs. She coughed, feeling her exertions catch up with her. She was baked in sweat and felt a painful throbbing in the back of her skull that would not go away. Still, she'd prevailed.


I win, she thought to herself. The smile on her lips was cold and did not reach her eyes. There was no time for rejoicing. Doubtless Kaine had survived the blast and would live to fight another day. She'd be ready if their blades crossed once more. She glanced towards the Greycloak. "Thanks," she spoke a bit tiredly and looked upon the few surviving Angelii, who groaned painfully as they rose. Then she activated her comm device.


"This is Siobhan. Kaine's out of the game. Got some wounded. Where am I needed?" It was time to end this. Allied medics would be on the spot soon. She would make her way towards the Citadel.
 
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Jude squinted his eyes as the sound of snow crunching ahead of him took his attention. A rather large silhouette began forming there while introducing its many names and titles to the agent. He fell a bit ignorant not really aware of the identity of the HK-36 unit. FOSB had to do a better job of gathering intel, Jude concluded. It baffled him more how a droid had become...well, a Baron ?

Not that he had the luxury to think all of this through, the HK-36 confused him as much as it made him curious. When the blade of a lightsaber erupted from the hands of the droid, Jude would lie if he said he wasn't taken aback. For the first time, the agent appreciated actually having a charric with him. Falkrowe had some basic skills using a lightsaber, being a failed Ren trainee himself, but his lightsaber was not with him today.

"May the Force be with you, J."

"May the Force be with you, HK." Jude replied almost automatically as if reading from a script. One good thing to come out of that was he could open up his mind and his skills in mentalism freely. There were no Force Users around him.

The flow of minds hit him and he could feel in the distance a group of troubled but zealous stormtroopers trying to find their assailant, he could also feel the mind of a stormtrooper who had simply let it all go as he was building snowmen somewhere away from here. The droid, of course, he could not touch. The odds were against Jude since the beginning. Yet, how many times had he been the underdog ? All his life, he would say.

Jude grasped at the Force. As much as the Force could hinder an enemy's mind, actions and thoughts process, it could also enhance, support and improve an ally's own capabilities with his mind. One could induce fear into an enemy as much as he could induce spirit into an ally. And that was what the agent did - he let the Force flow freely through his mind enhancing his own perception of reality, strengthening his resolve and helping him focus greatly.

Unfortunately, he could not touch the droid with his skills in the Force.

He did not wait for anything else but abruptly raised his gun arm and fired at the droid. Pulling a trigger three times would send three invisible charric bolts with hefty kinetic energy behind them somewhere at the torso of the droid before he would dash to the sides hoping to reach the cover of a wall of an almost destroyed building.


[member="HK-36"]​
 
Alliance Transport
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]

There was no such thing as sitting comfortably with broken ribs, so Irajah was attempting to settle for not in seering pain.

"First Order Aid Transport," she confirmed to Vexen, through gritted teeth. "I came with the Humanitarian mission."

She still didn't know why the fighting had broken out, who had begun the hostilities- it hardly seemed to matter now. Honestly, she barely wanted to talk- what she really wanted was to close her eyes and not have all of this chatter around her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that they trying to keep her talking to make sure she stayed awake. The desire to sleep now was not a good one. But the unbearable heaviness of consciousness right now was almost enough to override what she knew had to happen. Stay awake.

"Micah. Vex. Thanks."
 
[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Micah Talith"]

At her name Vexen automatically raised one paw. "Hi," she said in a high pitched tone. The shuttle rocked and her other paw tightened it's grip on the lip of her seat. She didn't trust easily and that extended to not trusting ships flown by someone else. If Irajah was a bad backseat doctor, Vexen was a worse backseat pilot.

"I think the idea Micah is to get her back to front seat doctoring. She's doin' just fine at the backseat doctoring already," she played off his words as she always did. Even if she didn't imagine the girl was going to crack a smile after having her entire team die in the crash, at least she could keep her awake until the medical team could give her a scan.

"Won't be more than fifteen minutes until we set down again."
 

HK-36

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


Time slowed in the machine's perception as his high speed trackers and protocols went to work. Jude raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, if it was anything like the old Charrics HK knew, the bolts would be both invisible and silent. His prediction was proven right as he saw the pistol jerk back from the recoil of the shots thrice yet there was no projectiles visible. The droid was quickly getting closer to the boned threshold, the point in one's life when they realize that they are boned.

It was then that the machine noticed a particular anomaly, snowflakes that were gliding down through the air as the blizzard still whipped in between the two fighters begun to evaporate. One after another they sizzled in the air as they came in contact with some unseen destructive object and the machine took note, mapping them out. As the bolts got closer and closer his body shifted, lightsaber moving into position, he managed to use the snowflakes coming in contact with the snow to map out their trajectory just in time.

TWOOOOM

Jude would hear the noise of a lightsaber striking a projectile as suddenly the white blade flashed and snow near his feet would burst open in miniature explosion of the deflected Charric bolt striking it, throwing his lightsaber aside from the force of the high-impact projectile, almost ripping it out of his hand clutching it in his vice-like grip. The droid continued the side-step he had to move into to block the bolt effectively, although the bolts made no noise, as the machine raised his own pistol in the direction of dashing-Jude, a portion of convenient ruined wall behind him cracked with a burst of dust from miniature explosion as the Charric bolt struck it, showing that the machine managed to dodge the second projectile.

HK pulled the trigger of his own magnetic revolver as he aimed at his knees, one of them already damaged, and towards his chest, emptying the revolving chamber of the shattergun in its signature burst to let loose six hyper-velocity slugs, firing almost silently but the soft whirr of its mechanisms that followed along with the eerie echo hiss of the shots cutting through the air after they would either pass by him or hit their mark. As Jude dashed one of the pellets was aimed at about his knee height, one at the thigh level, one at hip, one somewhere at stomach and elbow regions, and two into the chest and upper arm height.

KHRAK!

The droid's torso lurched back suddenly as Jude's third projectile hit its mark, with a sound reminiscent of a crab being bludgeoned with a hammer, leaving a crisped, cracked spot on one of the thicker armor plates that were attached to the Vong biot the machine wore, a pauldron that covered his shoulder region and the joints connecting his arm to the torso, thankfully the armor provided protection against heavier weaponry and even some lightsaber strikes, still it was as if the machine was punched by one of Siobhan's telekinetic jabs- again- putting a lag on his plans to dash towards Jude and close the distance right away, also eliciting a pained bloodcurling screeching howl from the biot beneath the plates,

Kkkkhrrrrrryaaaaaaagh!

"Would you like to hear a joke, J?!"

The machine asked him over the sound of his own armor hissing out in pain as he pushed himself forward towards the wall of a ruined building Jude was heading towards. Thankfully the machine could multitask and did not had to take his focus off of the fight to speak, because he was planning on doing a lot of speaking. As the droid dashed he grabbed the edge of his cloak with his lightsaber-hand, pinching the material between two of his fingers and pulled it forward as he leaped to cut the distance between him and Jude.

HK tried to use a technique more primitive species came to call shadow jumping or combat phasing, in reality it was just him propelling himself forward in a fancy twirl while activating the chameleon cloak to quickly disappear during the leap when his back was turned towards the enemy and reappear when he landed closer to them to make aiming at him with ranged weaponry a bit more difficult as he attempted to go into melee range.

Although Jude would still be able to catch him without cover as he managed to slow the machine down with the hit from Charric that knocked off HK's balance at first, and the machine would not bother to activate his sound dampeners as his lightsaber would make noise anyway while he moved, giving Jude a rough idea of where the machine was during his maneuver, although hopefully the phasing would make it more difficult for the droid to be hit and help him minimize damage he would sustain before he closes in on Jude, at least while the machine was twirling in his glide over the snow.
 
Location: Northern Trenches, outskirts of Citadel of Dawn
Enemies: The First Order - [member="BE-183"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Dish"], @Jacen Voidstalker

Jacen took one more step towards the girl. That’s what she was, he realised, just a girl. Younger than even his son. He needed to see his son again, make sure he was safe. He had intended to enter a warzone no more than his Ren had. The lad was a long way from being capable enough to go running off in the middle of a battle.

Jacen came to a halt, his golden blade faintly humming as he let the point fall towards the ground. An occasional hiss punctuated the sound as a raindrop hit the blade. A faint wisp of smoke rose from Jacen’s shoulder where a blaster bolt from the trooper had cut through his defensive saber work.

“We were brought here by the Eldorai… and the smell of burning pyres of dead.” Even through his walls of control there was a break in his expression. Even a creature of the dark side like this would have sensed the extermination through the Force. So many souls couldn’t be snuffed out like that without sending ripples through the Force. They hadn’t yet pieced it all together, worked out what had happened.

He sighed. Jacen didn’t want to be fighting a child in the mud and rain. There was a flash that illuminated the bright scarlet scales of his armour, almost like lightning. Just a distant thermal detonator most likely. The Jedi Marshal took his next step forwards and kept advancing.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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In Vicinity:
[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]
Objective: Repel the Unknown Assailant ([member="Elliot Locke"]), Provide Relief to Citadel of Dawn
Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="HK-36"]
[member="Elliot Locke"] | @GA/Firemane Troops
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As his helmet came off, what came next surprised Rolf more than anything - the masked man had thrown his weapon directly at his face! With little to no time to react, the buttstock of the weapon came soaring towards his now exposed skull. In that brief moment as the helmet was ripped free he caught a true view of the battlefield. The ground was ripped apart, shredded, as if the first ravaging of the planet hadn't been enough. Even now artillery thundered and blaster fire painted the battlefield in a strange light, the dust and fog of war covering the battlefield mixed with the cries of the wounded and the bellows of the dead - all of that faded to the background as everything was shut out but the now. Ducking his head and raising his armored gauntlets catching the brunt of the blow from the thrown weapon but it managed to sling partially around, the hard barrel cracking across the side of his head sending him a staggering step backwards, stars gracing the inside of his eyelids as he fought back the pain.

All too soon he forced his eyes open, the blurred figure of the enemy soldier rapidly closing the distance between the two. Frantically he stepped just to the side as the man's shoulder came in towards his midsection, just enough to send himself spinning off to the side. If he succeeded the man would come quickly into contact with the wall behind, though that created a dilemma of his own - now he found himself off balance and struggling to remain upright. Arms floundering he found purchase on the table that had been at the center of the space. Fingers searching as he pushed himself up from the table he grasped for anything - a small metal block that seemed to have belonged to a larger piece of equipment found it's way between his digits, his grip tight as he lunged towards where the figure of the enemy was, the goal to send the small block crashing across the helmet of his foe. It might not be a weapon by designation but in combat, anything could be a weapon and with the full weight of his swing behind it, a hit to a helmet would still be enough to rattle whatever or whomever was inside.

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The remainder of Rolf's original complement of two hundred First Imperial Storm Troopers had begin their withdrawal, slowly but surely covering their movement with smoke and lobbing glop grenades and anyone foolish enough to try and follow or push the attack. Also on hand were the trooper's cryoban grenades, able to flash freeze enemies caught in the radius. Though the Major hadn't given the command, they'd all received the orders to affect a tactical withdrawal towards the southern face of the Citadel of Dawn.

Remaining troopers now performing a tactical withdrawal along the Eastern side of the battlefield and heading south of the Citadel of Dawn.

1 x FO-01 Stormtrooper Armor

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

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

Troop Complement: 1 Company, 90/200 First Imperial Shock Troopers (See Loadout Above)

OOC: As always, if I missed something or failed to respond to something - please feel free to PM me!
 
Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and Friends
Enemies: Zmej Ren
Post: 13

The rain felt, cold, it steeped into her clothing, into her pores. She felt that her end was coming, but like the Sith, she would not go out without giving it her all. As the helmet came flying at her, Lynn reached up and grabbed it tossing it to the side. "I did not mean what happened to your people, I asked for help. I am here to stop the fighting, not aid the Galactic Alliance. I am a Silver Jedi." Her talk was cut short as the air was filled with sound. Looking up she saw a ship shooting across the landscape. Lynn took everything she had left to stand on her injured legs. She looked at the Sith through her rain soaked hair. She threw her lightsaber once again and ignited it. The purple blade hissed with every rain drop that touched it. She pointed it at the Sith.

With a snap she brought it once again up into a Makashi salute, but instead of charging forward, she used the Force to leap straight into the air. As she did she was caught by her ship being piloted by her droid, R9-D2. Her ship shot back into space as she collapsed onto the cold metal surface. Her body was not prepared for war, not yet. She had rushed into battle and she had paid for it. She heard the sound of Arnine coming to her and then his sarcastic response, she looked up. "Take us home." With that she stood off the floor and made her way to her med bay, she had some wounds to attend to.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Borne"
Location: The Slit-Trenches Occupied by Rexus and Twigg
Objective: Cover the GA forces pushing into the Citadel, hold down the position, save Hardock
Allies: [member="Mao"], [member="Djacen Koyne"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"],

Attacking Rexus- 2 medium Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, 2 armed with RC-1 rotary cannons (One completely disarmed),
1 damaged heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with one RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the left side, one main MD-1 mass driver gun, right side melted and destroyed from previous FO bombardment
1 Greycloak, the Iron-Borne, 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 droids pulled back slightly as Twigg's men rushed to meet them and try to outflank them, allowing the GA soldiers who rushed into combat with them under Djacen's command to take point and meet the remaining FO troopers head on, after all the droids moved in to charge against FO lines only because there was this movement from GA infantry at the same time to do so. So, if stormtroopers wanted to outflank the droids, they would probably have to do so while leaving themselves open to GA infantry who were there supporting the slower machines in the charge.

That said, in their maneuvers the stormtroopers managed to outrun the remaining heavily armed Medium Spider droid with two mass drivers and take the mechanical beast out, its outer armor plates eventually buckling under repeating barrages of FO blasters and the plasma bolts melting their way through. However it would be quite an ordeal to take it down, while the lighter models had tougher plating on front but its flanks and rear were lightly armored to reduce weight, making it vulnerable to flanking, the medium models had the tough plating all over their body, flanking only giving the bonus of not being shot at by them, which was still a rather prominent bonus. Either way, the spider droid eventually collapsed down to the ground in a smoldering husk that was its body like an empty exoskeleton after molting.

The remaining droids kept fighting, churning out bursts of bullets from the rotary cannons on its back, the long limbs ended with pincer claws extended from its back in order to grapple the stormtroopers in melee, attempting to crush and cut through their armor at their joints by grasping them with the pincers and applying pressure in the vice-like grip until their armor and body gave in. If that didn't succeed at least it would slow them down enough, if they got too close to the machines in the proximity of the trenches, for GA infantry advancing alongside the spider droids, sent by Djacen, to finish them off. The spider droid that was disarmed of its rotary cannons joined the fray as well, the machine held its weapon still in the pincer-limbs, swinging it about like a large mace, using the heavy weapon to bring it down upon unlucky stormtroopers and bludgeon them into submission or death with them, should any be unlucky or slow enough to be trapped within the droid's path in the mud and chaos of the battle within the trenches there would be a painful groan or scream heard along with the wicked thudding noise of metal object hitting armor and shattering armored plates underneath immense force, the noise of the droid battering down its enemies.

As to the droid tank, it kept firing the rotary cannon that it still held, keeping its position at the edge of the trenches behind the attacking spider droids and GA forces sent by Djacen, it did not took shots from its heavier mass driver piece, saving that for potential armored enemy units, and it adjusted its position, trying to find some cover from the side and rear mindful of enemy reinforcements coming at it from the flank.

To make maters worse two new variables entered the scene, one was anti-infantry fired being thrown towards Twigg and his remaining stormtroopers, that wouldn't be anything new except one factor- it came from the battlements of the Citadel behind them. As Abregado droids and other GA troops cleared out more and more of the Citadel, pushing out another battalion of FO troops into retreat, a team of droid soldiers dismantled one of the heavy FO E-Webs first set up by FN-888 on the Southern Trenches, the machines managed to take the gun through the trenches and up onto the Citadel walls over the course of 3-4 posts or so more or less unchallenged and set it up there. Now the FO gun was spewing blaster bolts towards Twigg's ranks, turning one of their own weapons, and portion of the Citadel itself, against them, hopefully to strike from the rear or flank.

Of course there also came an explosion soon after at the nearby portion of the Citadel's wall as BE's troops detonated charges they set near Rexus' position, interrupting the E-Web fire shortly after although from the looks of it the battlement was not directly harmed by it, so it was safe to say the gun would begin to fire once more in the near future unless Twigg had a plan to stop it in the face of increasing assault from the GA and allies aimed to drive them off of the planet.

The cherry on top was the change of commander who was controlling these droids, for as stormtroopers begun to outmaneuver the machines behind one of the squads a pair of glowing red eyes would materialize as if out of thin air.

"Hello boys."

A droid would spoke out dropping the stealth field of its chameleon cloak, turning it back to its usual grey appearance as its lightsaber activated and the Greycloak raised the magnetic revolver, emptying its chamber in the stormtrooper's direction. It was Iron-Borne, the Greycloak who was previously charged with hunting down Vaas but was forced to end the fight abruptly to save a life of a young soldier from the Outback before deciding to head towards the Citadel and join the fray.

The machine finally made its way over there and it seemed that it was to play part of a savior once more as the group of troopers firing towards Hardock would find the droid dashing towards them, opening fire from its reloaded magnetic revolver and swaying the lightsaber here and there to deflect blaster bolts and dodge sonic rings from troopers who saw his bravado maneuver and attempted to interrupt it.

"Get up!"

He ordered to Hardock as the droid attempted to deliver a strong punch towards one of the sonic-rifle wielding troopers before rolling through the field towards Hardock as he tossed a concussion Anti-Force user grenade towards the rest of the troopers.

"Get up!"

He repeated to Hardock as he leaned down to try and pick the soldier up.


One the droid's armor there were numerous grey patches of durasteel to mark the spots where Ludolf and his soldiers managed to hit the droid, it was pretty clear that while Vaas received bacta treatment the machine had a visit at one of the field technicians, perhaps that was why it took for the Greycloak so long to rejoin the battle. Either way, the droid still lacked his magnetic repeater and the mud he tumbled through now coated his grey cloak, it would be unlikely he would manage to use it effectively until taking some time to specifically clean it, and good luck with that in the middle of a battlefield.
 
Location: Citadel of Dawn

Tsk.

Teeth bit down on her tongue in concentration as the pair maneuvered around each other, each trying to land a defining blow. He’d read her movements and followed through with the perceived opening to strike at her left flank, but she read him in turn without missing a beat. His movement placed the beam of her saber over his shoulder—a dangerous position for him—yet the risk of being impaled from the side wasn’t worth the quick, clean slice that could potentially separate his head from his body. The moment he’d stepped into the space she’d left when shifting to his left, the Zeltron knew that he’d seen through her alleged ruse and thumbed off the saber. This allowed her better freedom of movement, as the intention behind the blade of phrik would soon become clear.

[member="Asharad Graush"]’s orange beam surged toward the left side of her torso in a jabbing motion, a limiting maneuver in close quarters combat considering the length of the average lightsaber. Joza’s left leg shifted back in retreat, abdominals contracting as her stomach tilted to an angle that would almost nauseate her for a few brief seconds. The burning blade of the Sith’s saber severed close to her side, an angry heat radiating from his weapon as her right leg followed suit, giving him ground as he was going through the motions of the thrust. He would be interrupted sharply by the phrik blade in her right hand as it moved suddenly, strength and skill behind a precise chop that aimed to remove his hand at the wrist. Her body had shifted safely away from being skewered, yet she felt something vaguely amiss with his saber as it nearly grazed her.

That blade does not belong to you, Sith. It is not your partner, nor is it an extension of you. It’s just a tool.

The saber in her left hand thrummed to life, at attention to her left side. Close calls were more frequent that she would have liked, but this was the life that she’d chosen. Risks. Always risks. Her lungs swelled with a heavy breath of renewed energy. When she returned home to her son, the baby would be getting extra hugs and kisses from his mother.

--

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

The wind against his face and the gloved hand gripping his collar told Eric that he was about to die. The kid turned mercenary had lived a relatively short life in his nineteen years, and his youth was evident in both words and actions. Even without sight, he had no doubt that he was staring death in the face. The funny thing about the prospect of imminent death was that it stripped you of your fear, sometimes, at least. This time, at most.

Eric couldn’t claim to be a soldier, but he was a smuggler. And smugglers tended to have tricks up their sleeves in the metaphorical and literal sense. So when KA-200 tugged him towards the edge, Eric took advantage of the fact that they hadn’t bothered to bind their limbs. Wrenching himself from the trooper’s grasp, the merc lunged forward with an animalistic snarl as a double-bladed stiletto sprung out from the guard on his right wrist, aiming to pierce through to the captain’s chest. Though they’d been stripped of their armor and guns, the weapon was concealed easily beneath even civilian clothing.

He was going to die, he was sure of it. KA-200 was in a precarious position; but the fire in Eric Verdun wasn’t extinguished at the prospect of death. It raged beyond the point of control, a blazing and reckless inferno fueled by his last few seconds as a living, fighting, breathing man.

Maybe he could take this opponent with him—or at the least, give him a scar or two in return before he met the ground in a cold, hard demise.

--
Loadout:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KckCsw_JyJI​

Objective: Run.
Location: Citadel of Dawn.
Units: 25 Stormtroopers.

Rexus gasped as the beam hit. He didn't take a direct hit from the beam. He saw her moving her arm, assuming it was a punch, but it was far worse. Now he could feel his nerves jolting, the feel of electrical impulses running riot in his whole body. He gritted his teeth, and reached up with his baton armed arm. He could feel himself going numb. His whole body being so over this fight. So he did what was right, a final act of revenge. Using both arms, he stabbed the baton down at her exposed face, hoping to gouge out her right eye. Whether he succeeded or not, he didn't really care. Rexus Wenck collapsed, and rolled over right beside the soldier, feeling himself go numb. Too tired and exhausted to leave. "Y'know..." He wheezed, with a bloody smile worn on his crooked teeth, "If I die..." he breathed "I want you to know, congrats....."

Sergeant Twigg watched as a horde of shambling Alliance and Firemane troops rushed towards the Gunners positions. "Arry, keep them off of us!" Twigg barked. The soldiers in the trenches nodded, and began to open fire upon the Alliance troops rushing en mass to First Order positions. Arry and his units carried the heavy repeaters, designed to combat the sort of mess that these Alliance forces were making. Sure some would make it to cover. But others, others wouldn't be so lucky.

Twigg glared as the spider droids began to pick up and throw his men around like rag dolls. "Blast that karker!" Twigg snarled. Eight stormtroopers took cover, and began to blast the two remaining spider droids, aiming to disable the leg joints.

Arry was the first man to notice the incoming fire from the flank, "Hit the deck!" He barked, "Karkers are coming from behind!" He turned around to look at casualties, two troopers. Karking hell. "We're gonna need evac, or link up somewhere!" Arry snapped, "Anyone 'ere got a communicator?"

A corporal tentatively nodded, "Good." Arry said, "We need a message, we need medivac, something.!"

The corporal reached for his communication device, and logged it into all channels, "This is Seventh Platoon, White Wolves, requesting immediate medivac, air support and reinforcements, we're being attacked on three fronts. We won't hold out much longer!"

Arry looked at the man and nodded his head, "Good job son." The sergeant said, "Now, let's blast the rest of these bloody bastards!" Arry snarled, peeking his head up above the trench, and firing upon the enemy.

Sergeant Zamel Gerda picked up the yellow bladed lightsaber, and looked its owner in the eye. "You did good." The sergeant said drily, "But not good enough." He lifted his rifle, and blasted the man right between the eyes. Probably didn't kill him. Hell, he'd probably even survive. The stormtrooper had heard of stranger stories of survival, but Gerda knew that that would probably keep him down long enough.

The sergeant was taken back by the grenade, but picked himself up and watched as an evil, leering figure approached. Gerda picked up the saber, and ignited it, "Fire!" Two troopers picked themselves up and fire successive sonic waves at Hardock and the new comer. Gerda readied his fighting stance. He knew this karker was probably gonna charge.

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Djacen Koyne"] | [member="Aermoira Cyone"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Mao"]
 
[member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Djacen Koyne"]


The beskar armoured shape did not advance in haste. Siobhan Kerrigan took her time as she limped towards the trenches. Old war injuries were flaring up again since she was not actively using the Force to strengthen the bad leg.


Still, she made her way forward. In the distance, she could make out stormtroopers battling what seemed to be a combined force of ARGH droids and GADF heavy infantry. Explosions thundered, blasterfire flew everywhere and mass drivers roared when the spider droids unloaded.


Siobhan kept advancing, gripping her bolter tight. She focused, and channelled the power of the Force, unleashing a strong telekinetic wave that she drove ahead of her towards the stormtroopers, aiming to sweep them away and open them up to the charge by her alllies. Her Mark One Bolter was raised and she squeezed the trigger, expelling explosive bolts towards distant hostiles to keep them suppressed.


Among the many allied soldiers, she believes she caught a glimpse of a familiar face from the old Pyre days. It seemed like [member="Mao"] was having a good time on the frontlines.
 
"Just do better. Dead men fail trying, not doing."
Soontir Fel; Blood and Honour.
https://youtu.be/dVix3Bln7O0​
Location: Kaeshana - Open Aerospace.
Primary Objective: Engage and Intercept Alliance Forces.
Secondary Objective: Provide Aerial Support for Forces on the Ground.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Quin Leeman"], [member="Luna Terrik"], [Nearby] [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"], [member="Asharad Graush"].
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="HK-36"], [Nearby] [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Mao"], [member="Djacen Koyne"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]

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Torian Pierce was nothing more than a Stormtrooper Sergeant. He held no sway whatsoever over what Captain Iago and the 181st Imperial Fighter Wing did, or were commanded to do. In fact, reports had indicated that the man was still aboard an Asteroid base within the Kaeshana system, dealing with the Pirates and Eldorai they enslaved. No, the Pilots of Sword Squadron took their orders from their Captain and their Captain alone. He couldn’t say the same about the Aviator’s of Knight Squadron, as they had broken off their projected vectors and found their targets in the soup below. That was all right. Four Gunships were easy prey to a single Squadron of TIE Predator’s. Especially when they were slow and ponderous creatures, clad in metallic flesh and laden with combative cargo. As the Twelve Imperial fighters had broken through the cloud cover and fallen in behind their plodding targets, Captain Iago ordered his men to follow - rather than bathe their exposed engine units with magnetically contained nuclear fire.

While his Orders, bequeathed unto him from High Command had clearly stated for him to Intercept any vessel that sought to break past the Orbital Blockade, he elected to see where these Troopships were headed instead. With all of the other Vessels that the good Captain Achim had permitted to pass - He was certain there was a Landing Zone around these parts, and that these Gunships would be ever so kind enough to escort them in. Well, that was providing that the Alliance forces on the ground decided not to choke the skies with Anti-Air - And wouldn’t you know - they decided to do just that. Not only were they making a clumsy attempt to shoot down enemy fighters, but they were also endangering the lives of their soldiers. That thought alone had caused Iago to smile. It seemed that in the time since their loss at Castameer, with the ‘Spirit of the Druckenwell’ falling prey to the newly revealed Superweapon, the Alliance had gone mad with power.

So much so that their troops, Men, and Women who had willingly pledged themselves into military service, were treated as nothing more than cannon fodder.

Sufficed to say, the Fighter Captain found it ironic how the tables had turned nearly Eight-Hundred Years after the fact. To think, the Galactic Empire under Palpatine’s marginally misguided rule had treated his Soldiers in a similar fashion. Nevertheless, as the skies began to fill with bolts of crimson lightning, the Twelve TIE Predator’s had weaved an unpredictable trail behind the Alliance-flagged Gunships - allowing nothing more than a stray quarrel of energy to glance off their deflector shields as they slowly plummeted towards the surface. As they came ever closer towards the irradiated planet’s surface, the storm of nuclear fire had abated, for the improvised convoy had passed out of the Anti-Air Batteries line of sight.

That was when Iago had grown bored of harassing his prey by slowly, ever so slowly, chasing them towards their destination. Letting loose a sigh of irritation, the Captain fanned his fingers across the breadth of his textured control sticks and allowed his targeting computer to begin its calculations. Within seconds, as they skirted near the craggy edifice, the TIE Predator had filled its Pilot’s ears with a pleasant chime - causing his fingers to feather the dual firing mechanisms instinctively. Coalesced beams of emerald light spewed forth from the Starfighter, showering the Hostile Gunship in superheated plasma. A lucky shot had taken the enemy craft in the rear, atomizing its primary drive unit in a billowing pillar of fire and smoke. The troopship spiraled out of control and then met its fiery end as it collided with the compacted earth beneath. Another kill to add to his steadily increasing count, should he survive this escalating conflict.

It wasn’t enough to sate his thirst for action, but it staved off the desire to gun down the rest as they made their approach towards the Gunships intended destination. With the final stretch coming into view, the Good Captain flicked his Fighter’s scanners to active - and allowed the onboard computer to act on its own accord. First, the Fighter had surveyed the fast approaching landing zone - picking out massed formations of Enemy Armour and literal Hordes of Infantry. So much for standard battlefield tactics, Iago quipped. Secondly, the Lead TIE Predator had relayed the information gathered in the moments before the Anti-Air fire had begun once again, and transmitted it to the orbiting Resurgent-Class Battlecruiser ‘Pax Imperious.’ Iago was confident that Captain Veers would relish the location of an amassed formation of enemy troops.

How easy it would be to turn this entire section of the planet’s surface to glass. Thousands of enemy soldiers, atomized in an instant. That would be a glorious sight to bear witness too.

Pushing the thought aside after the transmission was sent, the Pilot opened a channel to his fellow Wingmen. “Form up for an Attack Run,” He said, allowing the crackling static of connection to chase after his every word. “Accelerate to maximum intercept speed, don’t let those batteries below to paint your karking suicide sleds.” As the words slipped from his lips, Iago pressed his foot down on the accelerator pedal and felt the subtle tug of gravity pull him back into his easy chair. Sword Leader cared little about the Gunships they had used as cover when he had set his sights on the bounty the Alliance had laid before him. Lightly defended soldiers on foot, with armored attachments offering inadequate protection from circling vultures. It was a Starfighter Pilot’s dream come true! Thus, as they burst past their former Prey, the Twelve TIE Predator’s splashed the surface with bolts of emerald lightning. The irradiated desert beneath churned into fragments of scattered obsidian, as sand turned into glass and flesh - be it artificial or organic - blackened into flaking strips of charcoal.

While they had not been able to confirm their kills, Sword Twelve - the Last of the Pack who flew dangerously close to the trailing echoes of Anti-Air tracers - had sworn he had taken out one of the Gunships they were previously chasing as it touched down. Trying not to be arrogant, as his instincts had urged him to be, the Captain chewed on the tip of his tongue as he pulled his Starfighter into a rising pitch. His ears rang with the warning sirens of target acquisition, forcing him to reflexively slam his foot atop the pedal, rocketing him forward at neck-breaking speeds. In response to his newfound haste, the Captain was thrown back into his seat and felt, the now more aggressive, pawing of gravity pull at his seated figure. Gritting his teeth and trying ever so hard to keep his helmeted head nestled between the crash padding of his easy chair, the Captain shifted his gaze down towards the corner of his HUD - casually glancing at the pulsating roster listed there in scrawling aurebesh cuneiform. Sword Squadron was still whole. A remarkable feat, with all things, considered. However, as his eyes began to focus and the status text replaced the nameplates and callsigns, it was evident to him that they didn't pull through without a scratch.

Several of his fighter’s had lost their shields in their first pass; their titanium blue hulls scorched with carbon scoring from small arms fire. Most were from lucky shots by the soldiers on the ground; others were from cocky pilots toying with the hot reciprocating spray of las-fire from the mobile Anti-Air emplacements below. They would have to play it smarter the next time around, that was - if they had the chance next time. His gut told him that his destiny lay elsewhere, and this benighted world would bathe in nuclear fire before the day was out. The Alliance would burn atop Kaeshana, as the world was slowly altered into a monument of their manifested sins. Then again, Iago mused, who knew what the future of this benighted world would hold.

Whoever wrested control of this insignificant planet would find themselves wondering why such a skirmish of escalating proportions had even been fought at all. According to the reports, gathered by Imperial Intelligence, the Eldorai themselves had abandoned this system - and the people that foolishly dared to call it home. It wasn't until the Order had set its eyes on this world that those Exodites conveniently elected to return to their sundered birthworld and restore it to glory, with Alliance support in tow. Iago found the thought of such mindless bloodshed over similar goals to be absolutely hilarious and fought the rising urge to burst into laughter with all his might. Banking his fighter to bring it around, the Captain banished the bubbling sensation from his mind in a wash of targeting solutions and various threat vectors. There would be a time for them to reflect on the past and the present, but it was not now. No. There were better things to think of in the days to come. Instead, the good Captain tightened his grip around the control yoke and pushed forward - sending his Starfighter plummeting towards the surface with the intent to kill those that dared to bite the hand that feeds.
 

Anya Venari

Star Queen Tirathana VII
The Countess looked at the other woman in surprise. She suppressed a frown and shook the calloused hand firmly.

“I suspect we’ll be dealing with each other more frequently from now on.”

Already Selene had decided that she would ask to be the representative here…at least for a while. The war needed to be won first, but there wasn’t much she could do about that.

Above them suddenly the sky buzzed and flared with a flash of blue as the Aspis shield flickered into full life. Construction for the larger shield was already well advanced, and once complete would grant them virtual immunity from orbital bombardment.

Similarly the defences in the hills and valleys of this new promised land were well advanced.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
 

Naamah Aesham

Redemption is the path, not the destination
Location: Citadel of Dusk, western Kaeshana
[member="Anya Venari"]


"I imagine so. Just don't send a Cadalthor. Or your sister, for that matter. I still feel like lynching them," Naesala Faethyra, Forsaken representative, said in a deadpan tone. "We will also be setting up our own Angelii corps. They will be defenders of the common people. I'm afraid the old guard won't like our rules. We decided men could join if they have the talent. Shocking, I know. Likewise, we've abolished noble titles for...obvious reasons," she added wryly. Truly a radical experiment in equality.


Would the compromise suddenly heal all wounds? Certainly not. The nature of a good compromise was that no one fully got what they wanted. Some Forsaken would see it as a sellout, a capitulation before the Exodites who'd abandoned them. The Eldorai loyalist's Old Guard would claim Selene had conceded too much to ungrateful children, apostates and traitors who spat on Ashira's holy law. Politics was not a fairy tale. But it was a start.


She looked upon her fellow delegates, then back to Selene. "We have emerged hardened from the fires of tribulation. A strong, free people. I have a few things to discuss with my lieutenants and will inform my people. Our forces are spread thin and will need equipment, but we will muster what troops we can to drive the invaders out." Of course, they would not recklessly throw away the lives of their partisans. "Aesham will serve as contract," she glanced towards the predictably stoic, broody shifter.
 

Tempest

Storm of the Force
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Location: Strike them!

With detachment Tempest noted the young Jedi give over the lightsabre. Smart. Though she was what would objectively be called a ‘Dark Jedi’, Tempest knew there were far more abyssal depths to the Darkness. There were many things she feared to take up because of their power to corrupt.

The purple blade blazed into life. The short blade was shorter than she was used to, but it would do.
From the Citadel she could look down on [member="Rolf Amsel"]’s troopers. It was time for a reckoning.

Anger, sadness and guilt welling in her she snapped down her helmet.
“Elpsis, I’m going to them. Fight with me, and we will slay every one of them. For Lyra.”

The First Order troopers were withdrawing well, using Cryoban and smoke to cover them. It would not save them from two elementalists though.

Calling on the Force, Tempest leapt into the air, jetpack blazing and hurtled down towards them. From one hand came a blast of Telekinetic energy to disperse the smoke. And then, she landed, and from one hand blazed lightning, from the other the purple shoto blazed as she moved to the attack.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHzquKS3PCU

Elpsis would be behind her, using her powers of fire to burn away the cryoban, and then would join her.

Behind them came Firemane troops, enough to distract and prevent the numbers of their enemy fully taking effect, since their weapons would cut down any who tried to surround the duo.

As Tempest struck she saw her former apprentice’s face in her mind, and it guided her blade to deflect blaster bolts, hack at those who came close, and blast others with actinic lightning.

Tempest had never felt so…free.

“Be at peace, Lyra, I will not forget you…or forgive your murderers…” she said to herself as white hats came into her reach….
 

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