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

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Blade-Knight"
Location: The Slit-Trenches attached to the South-Eastern side of the Citadel initially dug in by FN-888, Captured from the FO, and the trenches attached to the North-Eastern side of the Citadel, Captured from the FO, being currently attacked by Rolf and his troops,
Objective: Cover the GA forces pushing into the Citadel, hold down the position, activate Firemane medium Aspis shield generator
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Nima Tann"],
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Torian Pierce"],
Forces: Inside the Citadel- 2 (20 troops) squads from the Iron Company, 10 troops per squad, organics and intelligent, emancipated Iron Legionnaire Droids alike, armored in the Protectorate Power Armor, and Electro-Cestus, armed with Magnetic Repeaters, mk2 and mk3 bolt guns, CBRW flamers, RC-2 magnetic miniguns, MD-1 mass drivers, depending on the role, and Magnetic Revolvers and Spears of Rae as side-arms, and protecting one Firemane medium Aspis shield generator

5 Iron Legionnaire Drones 10 (5 in the Citadel) armed with Abregado Blast-Staves
1 team with dismantled E-Web



BE-183,


First things first, the detonation charges set up by the platoon from BE's forces that were within the Citadel were detonated, blowing open a portion of the Northern wall, sending out rubble spewing up into the sky and out into the trenches to rain down in deadly hail of battlement fragments and duracrete on soldiers from both sides,

The opened gap would linger for a while like a fresh wound before GA soldiers led by Djacen would move in to reinforce it along with squads sent by Firemane bringing along with them automatic turret. A blue shield would suddenly suspend over the area as Djacen's soldiers settled up and ignited quickly a light portable Aspis generator. The E-Web crew who was already firing on one of the battlements on N-E side of the Citadel towards Rexus and other stormtroopers ducked down quickly as earth and fortress itself were shaken by the explosion, however they were relatively unharmed, because they allowed FO soldiers to retreat without chasing after them they did not took their positions, instead they settled for nearby adjacent spots to set up while the FO retreated.

Same went for the engineering and assault teams from the Iron Company, because they did not chase after FO troops they were spared from walking into their trap, for once it paid off to not be a bloodthirsty maniac when surrounded by star wars.


Another transmission came through from one of the Greycloaks to the engineer squad,

"Is the Aspis generator ready?"

"Yessir!"

"Put it online immediately."

"Aye-aye!"


Torian Pierce,


Reinforcements for the Trenches: 2 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon
2 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Medium Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon


From the 9 spider droids that managed to get out of the dropships only 4 made their way to friendly positions of the Southern trenches still held by Abregado droids, just over half of them was lost to the bombing and strafing runs conducted by FO. The Landing Zone the FO predators would find wasn't that populated or swarming with soldiers as it was at the beginning of the battle, after all although the GA troops were pulling their weight many times over in the battle, their numbers were limited due to the orbital blockade around the planet, or at least its remnants, sole reason as to why they only had to face few dropships at a time sent by Abregado and not an entire droid army being fielded in huge swarms of drones and spider-bots. Either way, there would still be soldiers and fortifications around the original LZ where the spider-droids were dropped off, but most of the troops were already fighting in the trenches or moved their position to the captured Citadel of Dawn where it was relatively much safer.

As the spider droids skittered out their sensors picked up on FO small-craft closing in towards them, the rotary cannons on the back of the medium spider droids adjusted their position, spinning around quickly to start rotating before firing off their thunderous hypervelocity rounds in the fighters and bombers' direction. The spider droids were designed as mobile anti-aircraft units, and it would not be just red blaster bolts thrown towards FO craft but the armor piercing slugs as well, shatterguns with enough power to punch through most aircraft and land vehicles.

Soon enough ground would begin to burst around the machines as FO conducted their attack, strings of green blaster from the TIEs would strike the ground in quick succession, exploding out the soild and slicing across one of the medium spider droids, melting clean through it and its outer armor plates. Charges dropped by the bombers bursted out and took out multiple spider droids at once, another strafing run here and there, pretty soon the remaining spider droids were just booking it for the Citadel, bursting out the hyper-velocity rounds towards FO aircraft as they skittered and leaped across the ruined landscape to punch through what would remain of the siege lines Vaas placed around the Citadel, presumably finding a spot Abregado droids managed to keep secured for their reinforcements to connect through with them.


The droids were so close to safety when one of the craft either sent out another charge or a burst of green starfighter bolts towards them when suddenly-

"Put it online immediately."

"Aye-aye!"

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The projectiles smashed against an invisble shimmering blue barrier that appeared over the Citadel, over the trenches that surrounded them, over the droid reinforcements shielding them from the FO attack. The efforts of the engineers within the Citadel finally paid off as over multiple posts they managed to bring a medium Aspis shield generator into the compound, hook it up to one of the large old power generators, and repair the power source in order to provide protection to their forces against bombardment, either from orbit or attack craft.

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Another group of four dropships would appear breaking through high atmosphere with some fighter escort, another wave of reinforcements managed to run the blockade, called upon by Abregado droids beneath, it was a standard formation of two heavy and two lighter dropships variants. However, this time, instead of heading towards the Landing Zone outside the Citadel, the dropships would head towards the Citadel to attempt deploying soldiers or war machines directly into the fortress.


Rolf, Lydia, Locke, Tempest, Elpsis, Nima,


Inside the Trenches- 69 Iron Legionnaire Drones 5 armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 64 armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters
1 (10 troops) squads from the Iron Company, inside the Citadel, 10 troops per squad, organics and intelligent, emancipated Iron Legionnaire Droids alike, armored in the Protectorate Power Armor, and Electro-Cestus, armed with Magnetic Repeaters, mk2 and mk3 bolt guns, CBRW flamers, RC-2 magnetic miniguns, MD-1 mass drivers, depending on the role, and Magnetic Revolvers and Spears of Rae as side-arms, and carrying one Firemane Aspis shield generator
3 Static gunpit w/camouflage netting and tri-pod mounted FWMB-10 repeating blasters dug into the slit trench network (Captured from the FO)
1 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, equipped with MD-1 mass drivers
1 heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with two RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the sides, one main MD-1 mass driver gun

Focusing on Rolf and Lydia- 1 Greycloak, the Blade-Knight, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
1 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon
1 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with RC-1 rotary cannon,
light Mag'Ladroth Personal Walker, right arm CBRW Flamethrower, left arm Magnetic Minigun,
23 Iron Legionnaire Drones 3 armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 20 armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters


The trenches on the Southern portion of the Citadel where Rolf's troops were trying to push through towards were, in fact, the trenches the machines came from to push at his advantage from the flanks, the trenches that were initially dug up by FN-888 only to be lost to the machines who have since then fortified themselves there and took control of FO equipment left behind. As such, the machines were the main force now resisting against Rolf and his troops as all the rest would nip at him from the sides and the flanks.

"Trench units, we have FO force attempting to move around the Citadel south, I calculate probability of them coming into your range or changing their assault against your positions, be wary, and be wary of other enemy units within the vicinity."

"Aye-aye."

The Greycloak Blade-Knight still in trenches by Rolf and Lydia's position sent out a transmission to the vanguard he left behind in the trenches to guard the fortified position in case enemy tried to counter-attack against it while he was away attempting a flanking maneuver. It was a good thing he had some units stay to protect their rear as it seemed they would be able to cut off the retreat from Rolf's troops or protect the Southern face of the Citadel from Rolf quickly pushing through it to seize the fortress once more.


As blue light of a protective energy layer would suddenly appear and extend out above them, the Citadel's Aspis shield generator being turned online once more by engineers within its walls, the fight between FO and Abregado would rage on. Stormtroopers and infantry drones would clash against each other in wild shootouts or intense firefights across trench network, brutal melees would erupt as the machines tried to use their augmented strength to brutalize FO's trained soldiers up close. The cryobans and adhesive grenades used by Rolf's troops now did not decimate the Abregado machines exactly, but they did hinder them, and often hinder was all one needed as it gave the FO soldiers a momentarily upperhand in some instances, able to overrun a dozen of drones or so one by one. Still these would not be beasts easy to take down, equipped with armored combat chassis and built-in deflector shields that offered protection against a variety of energy-based attacks and weaponry.

The spider droids would fall back slightly to a more defensible position, attempting to use the high firerate of their armor-penetrating shattergun rotary cannons to catch stormtroopers as they were trying to push past drones and GA soldiers and make their way further along the Citadel towards the Southern Trenches and mow them down, or at least pin them down to make their advance that much easier when face-to-face with a weapon spewing out barrages of pellets flying fast enough to shatter and cave in most armor suits. On the other hand, the Dwarf Walker would be right in the thick of it, smashing around and stomping with its limbs to try and subdue as many stormtroopers as it could, spewing out quick bursts of shattergun fire from its magnetic minigun on one arm, using it to batter down soldiers on its right who would get too close, while with its left arm it would begin to spew stream of napalm to light the trenches FO used to move their soldiers through towards Southern positions on fire and direct them elsewhere. Although most stormtrooper armor offered protection against fire, this was napalm, a soldier showered in the burning sticky liquid would find it seeping through the cracks and joins of the armor to burn not only the outer plates but underneath them as well, few armors offered protection against that.


As to the Blade-Knight himself, the droid was still talking while Lydia ran off,

"... And that was when I was captured by the Imperium the first time, actually funny story about that, they brought me before the Grand Moff-"

Bwoom!

There was a sound of grenade nearby and the machine, its cloak still wrapped around it, peeked out from behind the cover to check on Lydia only to see that she was gone,

"Hey! We were having a nice conversation!"

The droid called out after her as it rushed out from the safety of the trench wall. The Greycloak would quickly make its way to where Locke, Rolf, and Lydia were, looking over all of them presumably in one pile and the goop that was spewed out by the adhesive grenade.

"Wow, are all of the First Order so bloodthristy?"

HK-copy quipped towards Lydia as the machine reached to grab the hilt of its lightsaber once more, assessing the scene to see how he could help out Locke so that the man would not be stuck fighting two maniacs off by himself.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]


Biting cold caused by cryoban whipped at her. As the redhead found herself trapped by the sticky goo of an adhesive grenade, she grunted and unleashed a stream of flame to melt it away. Counterfire came her way as she stormed down the trenches. Alas, the stormtroopers had used sonics in lieu of blasters.


Elpsis' aunt, Siobhan Kerrigan, was quite fond of sonic weapons. Of course, it was always annoying when they were being used against you! They were a poor man's ysalamiri and could arguably be more effective if you knew what you were doing. Sound waves could not be blocked with a lightsabre. They could break bones and cause disorientation, even unconsciousness. A sonic blast hurtled towards Elpsis. The beskar-clad firemane had only a few seconds of premonition to duck for cover behind some wreckage and wrap the Force around her. The hard sound still punched into her skull and she was blown back.


Ouch. Her helmet and her Force shield blunted the damage, but did not grant her immunity. Perhaps someone who'd specialised in Protection Bubble to an extreme degree could have achieved that, but she had not invested her skill points in that manner. Her skull felt like it had been hammered, blood seeped out of her eardrums and a rib might have been cracked when a blast struck her chest. Her head reeled and she was thrown into a daze.


But Cinder could handle it. This was nothing compared to the Omega War. Her training took over as her breathing steadied, focusing. Once again, she found herself thanking [member="Laina Silvias"] for her lessons to control her empathy. Heat surged through her body like wild fire. Powerful energies coalesced around her fingers as she forced herself to focus and pulled upon the tangled web of that was the Force as she manipulated her kindred element. The fact that they were engaged in close ranged combat worked to her advantage because concentrated heat worked best then.


An intense, bright, almost blinding beam erupted from her hand when she unleashed a thermic lance like blast upon the retreating stormtroopers close to her. Stormtrooper armour offered very good protection against fire, but she was not using that. This would slice through armour like plasma and cook flesh. In other words, she just turned into a Force-based plasma cannon. It would also probably remove obstructions caused by cryoban and goo.


Battering Ram Junior's bruised hand gripped her Magnetic Revolver, and a hail of hypervelocity bullets spewed from it as she fired, taking advantage of the carnage caused by the onslaught of ARGH droids in the trenches the stormtroopers were passing through. These projectiles travelled fast than the speed of sound, meaning they would hit their targets before one would hear them cutting through the air, and could penetrate even heavy personal armour. Through her other hand, she channelled the Force.

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Kaeshana System, Opposite side of Kaeshana from [member="Vilin"]
ALLIES: [member="Vilin"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="tanomas graf"] [member="cathul thuku"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] @Galactic Alliance @Imperial Remnant @Eldorai Forces
ENEMIES: Focusing Fire on [member="carlyle rausgeber"]


Fleet

Spoiler

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

"Bring in second watch, first watch get some rest." Lexi ordered, and throughout the fleet, watch standers changed out with their relief. First watch tended to be the best trained, but as they were not even being targeted for enemy fire as of yet, despite throwing 48 normal Javelin rounds, 248 Mini-Javelin rounds, 48 hyper velocity cannon rounds, 150 Concussion Missiles, 225 Cluster missiles, 160 Heavy Energy Torpedoes, 368 Light Energy Torpedoes, and the equivalent of 30 Octuple Turbolaser Cannon Batteries, 150 Dual Heavy Ion Cannon turrets, 306 Ion Cannon turrets, 48 Long Range Dual Turbolaser turrets, 16 Long Range Heavy Dual Ion Cannon turrets, and 150 Dual Turbolaser turrets at Carlyle Rausgeber's fleet. Lexi was fine with that, she'd keep her sailors fresh and continue to hammer the aft sections of his fleet while he focused on others. She still had several batteries kept in reserve in case fighters or munitions do get sent her way, as well as the majority of her fighter screen.

"Continue hammering them, we have to try to get their attention away from Admiral Thuku." She ordered, and another 12 Javelin rounds, 62 Mini-Javelin rounds, 12 Hyper velocity cannon rounds, 50 concussion missiles, 40 Heavy Energy Torpedoes, 92 Light Energy Torpedoes, and the equivalent of 10 Octuple Turbolaser Cannon batteries, 50 Dual Heavy Ion Cannon turrets, 102 Ion Cannon turrets, 75 Cluster missile pods, 12 Long Range Heavy Dual Turbolaser turrets, 4 Long Range Heavy Dual Ion Cannon turrets, and 50 Dual Turbolaser turrets went screaming down range at Carlyle Rausgeber's fleet in the aft section.

It was beginning to get worrisome to Lexi, however, as intelligence reports had suggested the aft section was their weakest section. It certainly didn't seem to hold any weaponry.

"Keep up the active scanning, I want as much information on those ships as possible. Those shields are near to impossibly strong over their aft section, and intel needs to know about it if we've missed some advance in their shielding technology. If we can get frequencies, get them." She ordered to her command staff. "Maintain a medium range, also, we can't let them close on Admiral Thuku without worry." She added.

She then pulled up the engineering section, watching power and heat levels. She had a crack engineering team, and thus far there wasn't any damage control to do, but eventually the ships would get damaged from the continuous firing of so many weapons. For the moment they looked good, and she knew her engineers would keep an eye on it. Still, it was hard not to check every once in a while.

Actions:
1) Continued to fire at Carlyle's ships from behind.
2) Maintained medium range
3) Kept active scanning going

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Dawn
Objective: [Kill]
Allies: None

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

There was no way to keep track of everything at once.

Blood marred his visor and a weight was on his back, where none had been there before. It disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, though, before he could ram himself against the dirt wall and do something about it. A grunt escaped his lips as a heavy iron stone punched into his side.

Something caved. Snapped. It hurt, but that hurt only fueled the rage that he was in now.

He wasn't Locke anymore. See, Elliot had a condition, few knew about it. Usually it was useful, right now... right now Archie was coming out and that did not spell good for any of them.

His head moved back again to once again dash his visor into Amsel's face.

There was no reason anymore. Just brutal animalistic instinct that told him he needed to end this quick- slippery? Still grappling with the First Order officer he slipped because of the goo suddenly erupting behind them. Covering them and the ground into sticky liquid that literally got everywhere.

Heavy, but luckily he was wearing armor, he'd collapse to the ground. Presumably Amsel would fall with him, considering they were still locked with their arm holds. He started to try and get to Rolf's neck this time from his shoulders, to choke that motherkriffar out once and for all.

 

[Zef Halo]

Limping with pain and feeling the first wound he had sustained from the HK grow more and more by the minute, Jude was incapable of taking any notice of whether the hits had struck as he had lunged for cover. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable, despite reinforcing his mental fortitude to ignore the pain, he was no magician. Hard to admit but Falkrowe knew that he had limited time to make of use here before he became completely incapable of any sort of combat.

He also could not hear the firing of HK's revolver, mostly because Jude was obsessed with getting to cover. That helped him. To an extent. His limping eventually made him lose balance and faceplant forward towards the cover of the wall. While him being a moving target, along with being a smaller target as he faced the droid with his side and his unwarranted fall may have saved him from being done with the fight at that time, it still did not make him invulnerable. One of the pellets connected with the thinnest parts of his breastplate somewhere above his ribs and pierced a place of thinner flesh. You could not describe the pain of that. He couldn't even shout in a reaction to it. Another pellet struck right into his breastplate, somewhere along his ribs. A crack signaled his ribs had been damaged by the kinetic impact. Although the pellet might have not pierced right through, it sure did it's job as Jude also lost his breath.

Hitting the ground, face forward, it was the snow that probably saved him from complete black out right there. The Force certainly helped him in being able to drag himself around and not leave his back open. Yet, the Force was not limitless, he wondered how long more he could sustain his focus upon it before the wounds took over. Throughout this whole action, he was not able to hear what the droid had asked him. What Jude was able to see filled him with dread - the HK machine literally appearing and reappearing as it came closer into him. There was a certain dose of psychological assault in the droid's attack. A massive steel robot made to kill coming in while being able to fade away from existence and reappearing at will. It was quite scary.

Strengthening his grasp with the Force, he called his mind to action that was other than fear. Instincts kicked in. Instincts to survive. While the assassin droid came closer and closer, Jude knew he had barely any chance of tracking when exactly to shoot at the droid before the droid had arrived too close. So he used, the only other gadget he had on his hands - a datapad.

That's right. A datapad.

A desperate attack but with an amount of cunning into it, Jude appreciated that the First Order engineers had at least thought of making an agent's datapad something more than the casual datapad everybody had. When the droid came in at a much closer proximity, Jude tapped two buttons with his gun hand on his wrist datapad, a super high frequency wave would be projected at the incoming droid. The abnormally high frequencies were able to disable electronic devices or at the very least distort electronic processes and even break glass. Jude's gun hand left the datapad alone to do its job as he clutched hard the charric pistol awaiting the right moment to pull the trigger.


What came next for Jude as he laid there desperately on the ground ? Stay tuned on Blondes vs. Droids.

[member="HK-36"]​

 

[HK-36]

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


"It was the first I was captured by the Galactic Empire, back when I fought your Order's predecessors during the Galactic Civil War."

The droid spoke anyway, drawling onto the joke, just assuming that Jude's silence meant he wanted to hear it with breathless anticipation, plus talking was a free action for him since he neither had to breath or divide his attention too much to do it,

"I was brought before Grand Moff Tarkin, I looked him in the eyes and I said,"

He continued as he slowly moved closer towards Jude, around the wall the agent used for cover as he scrambled on the ground and reached for the datapad on his wrist,

"'Hey! Quit Tarkin all the Moff!' they tried to execute me for the first time after that."

HK delivered the punchline just as Jude activated the wrist datapad, the machine's lightsaber swished and hummed through the air as the droid was about to launch himself forward in a melee attack, instead stopping few meters in front of Jude when the interference from the wrist datapad hit him.

Skkkkkshshhhrhrhhss,

The droid gave out an eldritch mechanical screech as his body begun to double over from the interference, perhaps that was what the machine's true voice sounded like, if the datapad was using sonic attack to conduct it, which it sounded like it did since it could break glass, the fact that the machine's chassis was completely sealed off to not allow liquids to seep inside provided protection against it, as air vibrations would have hard time penetrating the vacuum within the machine, needing to vibrate the air to move forward. If it was electronic then the droid begun to cut off all connections to outside transmissions, going into airplane mode to combat the assault. Either way, the datapad was designed to interfere with "rather standard electronic devices" which the machine was not, that and the multiple redundant power and processing units within his body saved him from being outright forced to shut down. Still, it would not save him from his outer motor functions being disrupted by the device.

As the assault hit him the machine threw up his arms, aiming them for Jude, because the datapad had to be aimed manually, although his processes were being interfered with the machine could identify the source of the disturbance. HK closed his arms, twisting them, although Jude would not feel any disturbance in the Force from what would come next, at least not from the machine just conducting the attack, it would probably warn him of danger as it tends to, a sudden realization would probably hit him as he could feel something tug on his wrist-datapad and the wounded knee.

The machine was capable of using telekinesis.

It was not Force-borne telekinesis however, that was why Jude would not be able to feel the usual disturbance within the Force when a Force-user would normally use telekinesis, instead it came from what HK called the "droid-force" or science and technology as it was more commonly known. The machine used the grav-gloves built into his protective biot suite, throwing out two gravitational anomalies, one was aimed for the datapad on Jude's wrist, the other within his wounded knee.

As the machine quickly tightened and twisted his grip so would the anomalies go to work, while the grav-gloves worked off of the user's strength, which in the droid's case was fairly immense due to the augmented mechanical body, they were stronger at closer range, which the two were in, and could only work in bursts rather than sustained action like normal telekinesis. So the machine had to be quick about it.

One of the wrist datapad's weaknesses was physical damage "The U-One can still be damaged and disabled with enough physical damage upon it making it simply a useless junk on one's wrist." and that was exactly what the machine tried to put on it. With the gravitational anomaly around the datapad HK attempted to crush it quickly while twisting and throwing to the side, to either break it off or force Jude's hand to slam against nearby rocks or wall to break the datapad further, although it wasn't aimed to injure him further with this one, if his wrist was twisted painfully or broken by the attack, then all the better for the machine.

The second anomaly on the other hand, the one within Jude's knee was aimed to deepen the injury he already sustained, and hopefully throw off his shot as the droid already saw the charric pistol aimed at him and Jude's finger on the trigger, or perhaps even stop him from shooting entirely. Either way, the machine would try to crash and twist Jude's kneecap in a twisting jerking motion same as the one conducted on his wrist datapad. HK wanted to break the cartilage and bone with this one, pulling and twisting the kneecap until it would dislocate from the rest of leg, broken, and leave Jude with, hopefully crippling pain, and a nasty injury.


Either way, unless the sudden telekinetic assault was too much and Jude blacked out, he managed to stop the droid in his tracks and should have enough time to pull the trigger at least once.

 

[Samka Derith]

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

Rain. Wonderful.

Samka hated how her hair looked when wet, it lost that natural thickness and volume. Even here the girl's vanity pestered her. She knew she stood on a battlefield with a Jedi Marshal marching towards her and yet the thought of her appearance still crossed her mind. Sam shook her head to remind herself how in times like these, those little details matter not. She'd already been through a blizzard and been knocked into the ground anyway, perhaps her father's instance of maintaining appearances had a more profound impact than she had thought. Something to ponder for another day.

Sam began to circle the Jedi like a predator looking for an opening in a powerful prey. Lightsaber in one hand, shield in the other and a strong connection to the Force, a powerful prey indeed. He'd come ready for a fight. More so than her, she'd have to rely on her talents to get the upper-hand.

Samka's brow rose slightly as the Jedi spoke of the dead. As far as she knew, the only casualties inflicted before the intervention of the Alliance were from the pirates and mad gangs who terrorised the locals. The teenager's eyes flickered backwards to where the Force Storm which crashed their Star Destroyer and at least one civilian shuttle continued to rage. She recalled pulling corpses from the Star Destroyer wreckage, the lucky ones that is, the unlucky still lay slowly dying from grotesque burns and other indescribable injuries, and finally cast her eyes over the battlefield on which they stood, littered with the war dead of both sides. "You came to prevent death? Gaze upon your work," she gestured to the unfolding warzone, explosions and blaster fire clear in the background. "Congratulations, you must be proud."

With that she took her first jab with her lightsaber. Nothing too extraordinary. A stab aimed directly at Jacen's shield to see what it could do and then another quick slash at his lower shin to test his reflexes. The whole time she stood feet apart, spare hand raised behind her head and keeping her foe at blade's length. She was a fencer, standing ready to counter and outmanoeuvre her opponent at any given opportunity.

 

[BE-183]

Post: 16
Location: Citadel of Dawn - Around the trenches / Near the Citadel
Objective: Do more fightin’ / Extract the injured knight of Ren
Status: Rifle gone, knife dropped; shoulder pad and chestplate cracked, cut hand / 6th platoon in good condition
Allies: First Order - [member="Samka Derith"] / [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance - [member=Dish] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Bee's stomach sank when the supersoldier crashed into Samka. Though, it was clear the knight was stronger than that; her response was fearsome to behold, fury surging from her hands to inflict a powerful electrical transmission. The opponent that had taken everything Bee had just to survive against... fried in a few moments. Humbling, to say the least.

The simulations had prepared her, but they never really got the palpable sense of futility across; this was what shooting at a real Force user was like. Blast it, how many impervious sets of armour were the enemy fielding, and where could she get one? Maybe the Ren could cut through, but she didn't have her hopes up.

The trooper’s silence persisted as she complied, setting her sights on the crispy soldier once again. Though plasma seemed akin to a tap on the shoulder at this point, she fired off a few at him, to try and get his attention if nothing else.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]:
There were full battalions thundering throughout the ruined land, clashing with the sheer might of their respective factions, and in their midst the sergeant took advantage of his unit's much smaller size to avoid attention. He ran them in tight formation on a southward path. With every fresh line of sight that opened up, his keen eyes took in all movement; this was largely what kept the group distant from trouble. When he spotted a dark shape creeping over the soil, he thought it just another wounded soldier. He wasn't exactly wrong.

6th platoon discovered their original leader; as it turned out, it was no Force-sensitive that observed Kyrel's plight. His machine-bound soul could be inching perilously close to the void. "Another mission."

When they came upon him, dragging himself through the mire, Zero directed his platoon to secure the immediate area and gazed down upon the once strong knight, reduced to a hollow beast. "You will have to crawl faster if you mean to outrun death, sir." He gripped one of the Ren's battered prostheses, ordering an additional stormtrooper to take the other arm. "We are leaving. I will contact medevac, where the Alliance cannot shoot it down." Lifting Kyrel from the ground, Zero and the platoon would proceed with caution, exiting the mountains to seek a clear site for extraction.

 

[Dish]

Location: Trenches
Objective: Continue Fighting, Locate Aloe Vera
Enemies: [member="BE-183"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

He hoped the trooper had caught wind of what Jacen said, about the bodies, the dead slaughtered by the First Order mercilessly. Whatever transgressions the Alliance had committed were likely nothing more than casualties of war who were caught in the crossfire so far as he knew, but the massacre had been deliberate, calculated, evil. He had fought the dark side for as long as he could remember, the war between light and dark was something he was born for, while others were merely adopted by it. In every one of the 15 years he had lived he'd seen evil take many forms, but primarily it was always Sith, and the First Order was simply their newest mask so far as he was concerned.

Slowly he began to rise, ready to strike back, no matter how unfeasible the concept was at present. Then, within seconds, she who'd lectured him on attacking unarmed people shot him again. It didn't pierce the armor as expected, but the force of the hit hadn't been anticipated, and he jerked to the side and crumpled back to his knees. Another bolt, then another, then another, warnings blared on his HUD to seek medical attention for the burns, but he didn't much care at present. For the briefest moment he looked at the trooper, behind the visor emotionless eyes simply stared at her before narrowing.

Reaching to his back he pulled the DC-18 he'd been using originally on the battlefield and had put on his back when he charged BE free from the magnetic plate and simply pointed it in her general direction and squeezing the trigger. Bolts would spray into the general area of 183, with the intent of forcing her into cover rather than killing her. He was still not done. He couldn't be done with that fething worm.

He began to stand again, this time more quickly, but something in him told him that the Jedi, despite Dish's own agenda, was going to kill the monstrosity. Keeping one hand over his injury on his stomach he continued to haphazardly fire at BE-183 with one hand and beginning to lumber towards her.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space, engaging Yvarro’s fleet
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Naamah Aesham"]
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

It would have been magnificent. It would have been glorious. It would have been a triumph.

Would have. Should of. Could of.

All she had needed was for the First Order to come just a little closer. Had they done so she could have smashed the Bolt corvettes by firing a Vortex Round into their midst, supported by her frigates, cruisers and the massed guns of her destroyers. Then, she could have turned on the unsupported enemy escorts before the enemy battlecruiser could arrive and pounce on them too.

But it was not to be.

The First Order were gone. Vanished like smoke in the breeze. Before she could even give orders to fire at their retreating backs, they were vanished.

The Admiral hid her disappointment and looked at the situation. The First Order fleet had departed for orbit, and she needed to do the same. The new settlement at the ruins of the Citadel of Dusk were still vulnerable and could use a strong hand in orbit to send down supplies and bring up people.

Thus, she headed from the battle, moving rapidly to take up orbital position over the western hemisphere. If the First Order wished to bombard or interfere with Dusk and those living there, they would have to drive her fleet away first.

They would not arrive instantly, but within one cycle they would be in position. If the First Order wished to prevent them breaking the blockade they would have to send a force of ships to prevent it.
The Admiral's fleet was still on high alert however in case the enemy did attack them before they could arrive.

“Send word to those below in the camps that we will soon be in orbit and will be dispatching what help we can when we arrive.”

Summary:

• First Order has departed.
• Moving into orbit over the Citadel of Dusk to prevent blockade and bombardment. ETA 1 post.
• First Order folks will not be tagged from next time.

Spoiler

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

Squadrons Total:
26 Fighter
5 Bomber
9 Interceptor

 

[Anya Venari]

Location: Citadel of Dusk

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Selene smiled slightly, then stilled it.
"Your feelings regarding the Cadalthors are not...unique," she said tactfully.

"If you are looking for shock or indignation, you will not get it from me. I was an exile for many years, and the way the outside galaxy works has many lessons for us. If you take males or even non-Eldorai into your ranks you are doing it not just for necessity, but also because it is what is right.."

Selene smiled wanly. "They old ways are dying, some just take longer to expire. I think if your people do these things it will be a good stepping stone for us too."

Far above the distant shapes of warships appeared, but she could see from the message being sent that they were friendly. Good, she didn't want to be bombed...no matter how good the Aspis shields were.

 

[HK-36]

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"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Aermoira Cyone"]

Attacking Rexus- 2 medium Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, 2 armed with RC-1 rotary cannons (One completely disarmed, its rear legs disabled),
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.


Gerda was wrong in assuming that the Greycloak would charge, his priorities were different at the moment, for who needed to charge when one had Kerrigan on their side? The machine would attempt to disarm Gerda off of his sonic blaster in one quick cut aimed at the weapon since the droid was right there by Hardock. The Greycloak would pick the unconscious man up, activating his jetpack built into the armor, thrusters firing up quickly as he attempted next to kick Gerda away and jet jump behind cover, taking Hardock with him to bring the wounded man closer to friendly position and a convenient combat medic, away from the sonic-armed stormtroopers.

Few sonic shots would hit the droid, rattling his body as he jumped away with the jet-pack, however since his body was air-sealed to prevent any liquids from seeping inside and messing with his circuitry, it would be safe to assume sonic weaponry would not be as effective against him as it would be against organics, after all they were made out of liquids mostly that transferred vibrations while air had hard time vibrating within a vacuum.

"Kerrigan!"

He called out to the woman after setting Hardock down in a safe position, unless something went horribly wrong then he would just call out to her,

"Over here, that one has one of our lightsabers!"

The Greycloak indicated towards Gerda, letting Kerrigan show him what happens to those who try to take trophies off of GA's fallen and wounded as the Greycloak looked at the sonic-blaster wielding stormtroopers from behind the trench, planning out his next move to deal with them once and for all.


As to the other droids, the fight still raged on, the heavy droid-tank kept on firing against the Stormies from its protected vantage point to tear at their defenses as the medium spider-droids fought them still within the trenches alongside the infantry sent by Djacen. While the heavy repeaters did warrant impressive firepower and high rate of fire, just like the rotary cannons used by the droids, they should be rather cumbersome in close quarters, due to their usually impressive size and weight.

As such the machines would still prove themselves troublesome in close quarters, flailing and swinging their limbs around to batter down enemy troopers, the spider droid that was using its dismembered gun as a club would be seen battling a group of stormtroopers who were trying to outmanouver it and cripple its limbs. It proved to be a worthy opponent as it threw the gun towards them to slam the object against two or three of the soldiers at the same time while grappling the others to cut, crush, and throw them around. It stood up on its hind legs, using the front two to kick with them like a bucking wild horse before bringing them down to try and slam a stormtrooper down with its weight and crush the man beneath it.

Eventually the troopers would manage to burn through the joints on its hind legs, the beast still fought however, crawling through the mud with its frontal limbs to pull itself along, using them like maces, kicking still, as its claws clamped and reached out dangerously to anyone of them who would get too close.


The Greycloak would receive a transmission from one of the droids or GA infantry in the area,

"Sir, the FO are sending in medical evac and combat medics, should we intercept?"

The response would be sent back quickly,

"No, do not engage unless they will attack first, let them retreat and run back to their masters, the medics are merely doing their job which is admirable, our own combat surgeons were sent to the crashsite to help with the wounded and FO did not attack them, we will return this favor."

"Aye-aye."

If any of FO's medics and medical transport were shot down that day, it would not be by Abregado's hands or guns.




Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn,
Objective: NPC Fight, survive the chaos, help Joza
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"],
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.


"Whose Darth Carnifex?"

"You shut your filthy mouth!"

The machine gasped out at Ash's words as if the man just insulted and slapped his aunt Peggy, apparently more taken aback by the fact that Ash never heard of Carnifex than [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself would be. The fact was that because the machine and its brood put so many resources, time, and effort into fighting the Sith, most of them connected to Carnifex in one form or another, whether directly or by proxy wars, saying that one never heard of him was an insult to the droids' priorities. After all the fact that they spent so much time fighting a particular enemy just to find out that enemy did not really matter that much in the grand scheme of things would make anyone rethink their priorities.

Either way, as Asharad leaped towards the transport the Greycloak pulled out his magnetic revolver from its holster in a swift, practiced movement. It pulled the trigger and held it, firing off the pistol's signature burst of six hyper-velocity shots towards Ash to, half-sincerely, try and intercept him mid-flight. Although the man wore Phrik armor it seemed to have been damage in certain areas and the pistols were known to be able to horribly bent and warp Phrik with a single shot, while probably not enough to pierce through the armor that much kinetic force being transferred through into his body should be enough to break some additional bone here and there before the man managed to escape.


One way or another Ash should be able to get onto that transport and be off, the droid strolled closer to Joza,

"Oh, I just saw this chair laying about and broke it over Carny's back,"

That was his nickname for Carnifex- "Carny"

"Are you able to keep on fighting? I believe one of our special force clones and Jacen could use some help in a trench nearby,"

From one of the pouches on his belt the machine produced out a stimpack and tossed it over to Joza,

"Here, this should help with any pain and accelerate healing."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Dish"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Samka Derith"]

There was always a cost. When the Empire had reigned over the entire galaxy the citizens could have kowtowed to Darth Sidious. If they had done so Jedha and Alderaan would perhaps never have been destroyed. Many cities would not have been razed to the ground.

The Alliance had known there was a personal cost associated with what they had become to stop the march of the One Sith, even if in the end it had been the sith fragmenting on their own that had won that war. They had become a lean fighting force. A quick operational tempo to fight the war meant abandoning the concept of a senate from the Republic.

He had no words for the brat of Ren. He opened himself to the Force, but closed off his mental defenses. There was a chance her words were merely the start of an attempt to insidiously work her way into his thoughts.

He forcefully blocked the first jab with his shield. She changed the angle of attack to swipe low. He didn't cross his legs to avoid the strike of course, but slid his leading foot back a few inches, planted it and snapped his saber down in a sharp block. It made sense to test the shield to see how it would hold up to a blade.

Keeping in line Jacen pressed forwards. His shield kept most of the left side of his body cut off from attack. The tip of his saber came up and straight out in a thrust for the midriff to try and force her back.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Roth Tillian"]

Being outnumbered was nothing new for Rogue Squadron. This was the elite of the GADF Starfighter corps, flying the second most advanced X-Wing after the Stealth-X, a ship reserved for Jedi pilots. The problem with hitting an enemy from the front and rear, rather than from the front and flank was that any missiles or laser that missed their target were a threat to allies.

Asmus was all too aware of this as he used his TR-20's advanced engines to change his angle of attack as a TIE closed on his rear and one came from the front. The one behind had been right on top of it when Asmus duked aside as green bolts lanced across the space

He dropped his nose and gave a burst of acceleration, then drew back on the thrust level and angled back in, a squeeze of the trigger splashing laser fire all across the shields and solar wing of a TIE. Up and over the target he went before thumbing the missile controls. He dumb fired a pair of brilliant missiles and designated tsrgets. The intelligent missiles would do the rest.

He growled in frustration as another bolt struck his shields. "Keep it together Arr twelve! Bombers make your runs we can hold here. We have a squadron of K-Wings inbound to finish the job!"

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Post #: 19[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: Southern Hemisphere Humanitarian Camp[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Medical Treatment, Fortification[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: First Order and Friends, Relevant: [member="Aermoira Cyone"] | [member="FN-888"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: Galactic Alliance and Friends, none directly involved.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Forces: 26 Stormtroopers (27 incl Pharazon). [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Equipment: Standard Stormtrooper Equipment.[/SIZE]

“Acknowledged ma’am it will be done”[SIZE=11pt] Cain responded crisply as he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]signaled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] to one of his men to go and ensure that a parent or so would be travelling with the children. The stormtrooper nodded silently and jumped out of the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]deepening[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] trench to jog off toward the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]motor pool to carry out what would now be simple to implement orders[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Satisfied that his will would be done, Cain resumed digging his section of the slit trench he and men had been assigned to. He wondered what his mother would say to him if she could be here now to see him digging. He could only imagine his diminutive mother’s disapproving frown upon seeing her eldest son digging what was at the moment a hole in the ground on a force forsaken planet. However, she was back home and Cain was there, on the wastes of Kaeshana, in a dirty hole in the ground that his orders commanded him to make bigger. Shaking his head to rid his thoughts of his disapproving mother, Cain continued to shovel dirt over his right shoulder and out of trench. Several elderly Eldorai appeared to be watching with some interest or suspicion what the stormtroopers were doing out on the edges of the camp, but were soon ushered along by some white cloaks. Cain and the other men of the 4th paid them little mind, however, with many using the monotony of physical labour and the relative quiet in this area of the camp to suffocate their vivid memories of the horrifically savage violence witnessed and committed within the ruins. The grenadiers of 4th Platoon worked mostly silently, in stark contrast to some of the other troopers working elsewhere on the trenches, the sounds of shovels and earth movement was all that emanated from them, and all they wanted to hear. Cain embraced the silence, he embraced the smell of the dirt and the simple honesty in the direct work he was doing in spite of the eventual purpose of this trench. Yet despite all their efforts to forget, the screams of their wounded comrades that wailed out from the camp shattered the silence was a brutal reminder of their bloody profession, current situation, and that the architect of their deliverance was fighting the greatest battle of his life. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They could not help him or any of their fallen brothers, they could only dig and shape the earth, and so they dug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Surgery Tent[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The world of the humanitarian camp and the bodies of the other occupants of the surgery tent appeared as a blur to Second Lieutenant Henry Dagon as he poured all of his devotion and skill into his hands. Sweat poured across his brow only to be ineffectively wiped away by inexperienced medical volunteers frightened of the once civilian now military surgeon’s single minded focus, or disturbingly intense obsession. All he could hear was muffled inane questions and people distracting him from his work… his work. His hands moved with near perfect precision, his eyes tracked and monitored in detail each new problem he found within Lieutenant Draken or on his vital sign monitors. His gloved hands were covered in blood, his instruments were coated but there were no more tools to use as he could not have this cycled out and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]sanitized[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] like on a civilized world. The wound to Pharazon’s abdomen had done horrific damage to the internal organs and body structures like muscles and veins near the apparent combined blaster and blade injury. The bones of his chest and right arm were in various states of broken or shattered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Dagon had over the course of the surgery grown complacent with his supportive role and had decided to take charge of the surgery directly as he surmised he was the only person in the room with actual civilian and combat medical and surgical experience. The medical workers and white cloaks were well meaning and many among their number were fine doctors in their own right, but Dagon knew [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]he was a better surgeon and physician than each and every one of them. He could percieve in his peripheral vision the blank and rather undignified expression of Pharazon, face covered in various medical apparatus and assorted tubes, Dagon noted the significant laceration stretching from below his right eye down to ha point level with his mouth on his lower cheek or jaw. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]That is going to leave a significant scar without proper bacta treatment… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dagon though, mind almost running away with himself in subsequent thoughts about the appropriate technique and treatments for facial injuries and how quickly they would need to be applied to prevent potentially temporary scarring. He quickly dismissed those thoughts from his mind though, and barked a demand for his eyes to be kept clear of sweat to a nervous looking volunteer. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]It is going to be a long procedure…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Beyond the Mind's Eye, But Not Beyond the Surgery Tent[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon lay shattered and broken upon the table, his blood staining the hands of multiple doctors, surgeons, and volunteers in addition to Dagon. His conscious mind was lost to the endless black abyss of unconsciousness, all thoughts consigned to oblivion, and yet… a cabal of feelings remained to Pharazon. To describe this state as awareness would not be entirely accurate, but neither would it be entirely inaccurate. A part of him could still feel a ravenous and horrifically savage hunger for vengeance surging through his being. Another part sustained an unrequited loneliness and an unbearable fear haunting his being. At the core of this cabal was a cascading and overwhelming urge to rise and overcome, to survive and surpass, to live. These coalesced and surged at the core of his being, and Pharazon’s quasi-awareness could do nothing but become submersed within this feeling. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon’s vitals that had been fluctuating since his operation had begun began to stabilise ever so slightly. Upon observing this, Dagon redoubled his efforts, Pharazon was not giving in, his massive body was fighting with everything it had left, it almost appeared to Dagon as if Pharazon’s body did not want to die. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The surgery continued, Dagon and Pharazon doing so much more than what was perceptible by those others within the tent. [/SIZE]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

Location: Citadel of Dusk, western hemisphere of Kaeshana
[member="Anya Venari"], [member="Kyrana Gould"]


It was Naesala's turn to be surprised, but the Forsaken leader concealed it well. Her face was marred by scars and one of her ears had a notch cut in it. "I'm very pleased to hear you say that, Countess. I imagine Kerrigan would look aghast, but the winds of change wait for no one. Our people will surmount the old ways and make their ascent into the future. However, we have the present to think of." She kept her tone professional, but her low opinion of the Firemane magnate could not be missed.


One of her minions stepped into the chamber and gave a professional salute. He was dressed in old Protectorate fatigues and carried a blaster pistol on his hip. "Archon, an allied fleet is moving into orbit above us."


"Good. Then we can intensify distribution of supplies. Countess, we shall speak later. I shall instruct my followers so that our forces can combine their strength." Having said these words she departed the conference room, followed by her posse.


Naamah, however, lingered. The grim Clawdite's expression was stoic when she looked at Selene. "That went well," she remarked in a deadpan tone that made it difficult to discern what she really thought about the exchange. "Cannon should be online soon. We can go see some of the refugees if you like. Check on the aid workers' efforts." She did not bother with titles.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Getting back out of the armour plating was hard work. Several plays had buckled under the assault of [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s lightsaber, leaving the pieces welded to the underlayers or each other. Once he was finally out he was left undressed to the waist with a medical droid treating the wounds.

He was more exhausted and confused than he was physically damaged. Burns would still take a long time to heal and there would be permanent scarring, at least according to the rather curt droid that was attending to him.

A soldier from the GADF started to pass his bed. Trextan was sat upright, several bandages already in place and the droid spraying a solution for burns into one last would across his left shoulder. Trextan held out one hand and asked the man to stop.

"Yes?"

"I'm with... In with the New Jedi Order. I need a combat vest and helmet if possible?"

The sergeant gave him an odd look, saw the damaged Vanguard armour and lightsaber and shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." As he walked away Trextan saw him raising his chest-mounted comm-link and passing the question up.

The youth almost felt numb to what had transpired so far. It was all too much. Yet he could still feel the Force speaking to him. He couldn't help the nagging sensation that his part wasn't yet done. The droid left, Trextan refusing to lie down and take any stronger medication. A few moments later and a corporal brought him a combat vest, a new comm-link and a GADF helmet. Grimacing with pain all the way through, Trextan got redressed.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Objective: grumble
Allies: [member="HK-36"] (npc)

Joza prepared to defend herself as the Sith seemed to pause in preparation for attack—but none came, and he instead leapt up towards the stealth transport with a surge of the Force. Behind the visor, Joza’s eyes widened. Now he was now dipping out and somehow managed to keep the lightsaber that belonged to Dax. This fact did not sit well with the Zeltron, and in the ending having her opponent flee would be the easier option. She couldn’t exactly blame him for his choice, but she didn’t like to leave things unfinished. Especially considering that he had the gall to taunt her, rubbing the death of her snipers in her face and urging her to savor death or something. As the Greycloak unloaded several shots unto [member="Asharad Graush"], Joza retrieved a handful of Stun Pearls from her grenade pouch. She hastily yanked the pins out before launching them towards the open mouth of the transport with a Force enhanced throw, hoping that at least one of the tiny projectiles would reach either Asharad or anyone inside the ship. They’d be difficult to see, but she was rapidly losing interest in the fleeing Sith.

As the lost cause drifted away, Joza turned towards Iron-Hide and let out a dissatisfied huff. “Carny, huh? That’s cute.” Any good humor she had was soured for the moment. “Hm,” The droid was given a nod of thanks as she caught the stimpack. “I’m—“ A sudden pause interrupted her answer, followed by the Zeltron ripping her helmet off, crouching down, and vomiting onto the rocky terrain. “Ugghh…” A despondent groan drifted from her lips as she rubbed at her face, bloodied and slick with sweat from exertion. In her early Padawan days, it was common for her to fight a nervous stomach in battle. It had been a while since she’d actually tossed her cookies during combat, though. “Yeah, I’m—urp—okay.” After wiping her mouth and fitting the helmet back onto her head, she suppressed a shudder. “Don’t expect me to go flying through the air like that, though.” She gestured off towards where the transport had been, alluding to Asharad’s acrobatic exit. “I think he broke something. Like, a rib. Maybe two. I’m not sure.”

The stim and the adrenaline didn’t make movement easier, but they made it possible. For now, her best bet was to stay a ranged combatant rather than getting all up in someone’s face. “You sure they need help?” She squinted off into the distance where [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Dish"] were. Her eyes caught a glint of lightsabers as they clashed.

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Help the Medical Fleet​

Location: Medical Station 4291​

Allies: First Order Aermoira Cyonehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11857-aermoira-cyone/​

Enemies: GA and their Allies ​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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With more and more wounded showing up by the minute all the engineers of Dorn company could do is just help get the stations up faster, though they were combat engineers and not construction battalion, it was all they had at the time. Things would be slower but still faster since the engineers knew something of construction. ​

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"First platoon setup a perimeter, the rest help out with the deconstruct the ships and get the stations up ASAP we need to get the wounded help."​

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The platoon leaders nodded, as first platoon made their way out to a perimeter and setup minefields, some trenches, and some bunker emplacements for heavy weapons to protect the medical facilities. It was a rush job so it wouldn't be perfect but rushed defenses would be better than none at all. Though with FOB Fenrik nearby with her turbolaser towers and stormtroopers it would be even more helpful. Dorn company was so worn out at this point, that a simple breeze would knock most of them over, they had been fighting for days upon days, plus with the loss of their Company commander morale was a bit low. Sgt. Illerian was doing all she could to keep the company together, things were a challenge for the Sergeant, but she was keeping things working and moving. She didn't like being trusted into command like this, but it is what Garett wanted, he gave the order, and that order was to be followed to the letter. ​

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tgcc5V9Hu3g​

Objective: Retreat. Regroup. Reform.
Location: Citadel of Dawn.
Troopers: 27

Rexus looked at the Alliance soldier and her hand and braced himself. He closed his eyes, and clenched his fist. But nothing. Absolutely nothing could have prepared himself for that. The baridium core detonator went off with a flash. The explosion deafened the stormtrooper, and he was sent flying into the wall of the trench. He felt a searing heat all over his body. Despite the numbing caused by Mao's gauntlet, he could feel the pain. The shock. Rexus screamed as white hot fragments of the detonators hull pierced his cheek, embedding themselves in the soft tissue of his face.

He thrashed on the ground, tears of pain rolling down his cheek. He tried to wrap his arms around himself, but found only one. His right arm, was now non-existent below two inches that was past the shoulder. The explosion had ripped through his armour, embedding chunks in his breastplate, and what remained. Baradium seared his exposed bone and began to melt plastoid into his roasted muscle. Rexus tried standing, but fell down, and collapsed next to the trench wall. His whole body ached, as he rocked back and forth, the smell of roasting flesh enveloping the trooper. There was nothing for Rexus to do. Nothing but the primal screaming.

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Twigg smiled from behind his helmet as he saw transports descending from the clouds to assist, "Come on boys!" Twigg commanded over his commlink, "Resuce mission now!" He barked, "Arry, you better keep those GA karkers off of us, while we help the wounded."

"Sure thing Twigg." Arry replied. His unit in the trenches remained primed and ready, only firing at the Galactic Alliance Defence Force troops stupid enough to peek their heads up.

Twigg looked for a wounded trooper to help, that the medics hadn't gotten to, and he found it. Some poor soul who'd copped it large from one of the monstorous Abregado automatons. The trooper was propped up against the ruins of a wall. Blaster still in hand, but sans his legs. A hypervelocity round had taken the liberty of smashing them. Blood pooled around her, as she rocked back and forth, whispering, "This is how I die... This is how I die...." Trying to make peace with herself.

Twigg knelt before her, "Shhh..." The sergeant whispered, "You're gonna be alright."

The female trooper shook her head, "I'm not chief." She whispered, her voice quivering, "Them droids, the...they got my legs." She whispered, "And I'm bleeding like a stuck bantha, and I'm...."

Twigg took off his helmet, "Eyes on me."He ordered, looking at her visor, "You're not gonna die. Not on my watch." He paused, and took her hand in his, "You're going to be ok."

"No I'm not." She snapped, "I'm usless, I don't have my legs.. I'm, I'm a goner." She said, her voice breaking, "Leave me, I'm not worth the effort."

Twigg shook his head and squeezed her hand. "Say this with me. I am not going to die."

The trooper nodded, and inhaled deeply, "I am not going to die." she muttered.

"Louder." Twigg commanded.

"I am not going to die." She replied, her voice still plain.

"With feeling!" Twigg ordered.

"I am not going to die!" She screamed, "I am not going to fething die!"

Twigg smiled, "That's what I like to hear." He said, before wrapping his arms around her waist, "Let's get you, to the medical transport." Twigg said, heaving her up, and resting the legless stormtrooper on his shoulder. He began to slowly walk over to the nearest medical ship, his legs almost buckling beneath the weight of her on his shoulder. Her blood ran through his hair, and down his armour as he walked her over to a rescue basket.
"Here," Twigg said, "Take good care of her." He ordered the medic, "She's not feeling the best, so be gentle."

The medic nodded, condescendingly, and began to ascend up the rescue basket. "Thank you.." the trooper called as she disappeared into the ship.

Twigg began to move away, try to find someone else, when the explosion hit. "Karkin hell! Where did that come from?!" Twigg asked, pulling out his F11-D rifle. He ran down the trenches, and slid in, half expecting an Alliance outflanking manoeuvre. Instead, what he found was far worse. Rexus' wounded body, crying out. "Kark!" Twigg snapped, "Kark, kark, kark!" He immediately dropped his weapon, and looked around for something, someway to help the wounded lieutenant. He turned to the medic, who'd arrived, "Get your karking people down here!" Twigg screamed, "We're not losing him, not fething yet!"

A squad of four troopers ran to the edge of the trench, and dove in. "What the kark happened here?!" One of them asked, starring at Mao, and then at Rexus.

"CO is down." Twigg said, taking in deep breaths, "Tell the other troopers, to cover us, while we get him out." Twigg snapped as Rexus continued to rock back and forth.

"What the feth are we gonna do?" A trooper asked.

"We're gonna retreat." Twigg ordered, "Once the medics leave, we move to the Citadel, quick as anything, link up with any units, and see what we can do."

"Sure thing sir." One of the troopers said, before climbing out of the trenches, "Hold the line!" The trooper barked, "CO is down, we need to cover him!"
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Sergeant Zamel Gerda turned to his squad as he heard the order to move to rescue operations, "Alright boys," He said, ignoring the droids inane ramblings, and turning his back on him, "Let's move out." He turned the yellow lightsaber off, and began to move to the other troopers who'd engaged Hardock, and had been knocked down. Kneeling over one of them. "You gonna be ok kid?"

"No siree..." The trooper groaned, "Everything karking hurts."

"That's a sure sign you did a helluva job in my book." Gerda replied, helping the trooper stand up. He however winced, and collapsed.

"Think my legs broke." The trooper whined.

"No chit." Gerda replied sardonically, helping him up, and hoisting his arm around the stormtrooper. "Let's move out, leave that droid, we've gotta get our folks home."

"Sir yes sir!" Another trooper replied, as they helped the other wounded stormtrooper. Gerda and his squad double timed it to the medical ships. Stormtrooper rushed around, helping medics as they stabilised the wounded, or struggled to get them out.

Gerda made a beeline for the nearest transport, and waited for the rescue basket to descend, "Nothing too bad here." he said, "A few broken bones, but he's outta the fight." Gerda said as he finished his diagnosis.

The medic took aboard the wounded trooper, who waved at the rest of the unit, "Take care, y'hear!"

"Sure thing!" Gerda waved back, before moving off, "Rest of you," he turned to face his troops, "Keep on helping out wherever you're needed."

"Sir yes sir bossman." The other troopers replied.

Gerda looked around for where he could be useful, when the trooper climbed out of the trenches, yelling about Rexus. "CO? That's, that's Rexus...." Gerda said, he was stunned, what did CO down mean? How wounded was he? What could he do? He reached for the lightsaber on his belt, that's what he'd do. Rationality kicked in, he was obviously wounded. Probably badly. And that's when it hit him. What would be a better present for a wounded leader, than to know his men had kicked the ever living poodoo out of a Jedi. Gerda ran to the nearest transport.

"You checking yourself in son?" An older medic asked.

"No." Gerda said, handing the man the Jedi's weapon.

"What, is this?" The medic asked, "Is this, a...a lightsaber?"

"Sir yes sir." Gerda replied.

"Trooper, you're not allowed to take battlefield trophies, this is-" The medic began to pontificate.

"I don't give a flying kark, my CO here, is karking dying man." Gerda said, "I want it given to him. If he's gonna die, I want him to know, that his karking unit managed to kill a Jedi."

The medic sighed, and looked at Gerda, "Fine." he said, "But if I find out this is some scam, FOSB will be on your arse like flies to bantha poodoo."
Gerda sighed, "Understood, just give it to him."

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