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

Location: At the abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate, hills overlooking Santaissa
Objective: Liberation and securing of Santaissa
Allies: [member="Tempest"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Sed Frieder"] Tygaran Alliance and the GA
Enemies:

In Vicnity : [member="Project X-2"] [member="Pharazon Draken"], @Jude Farkrowe [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Aizen"] First Order, and friends in general

A heavy snort had been all that had been directed at the Jedi's direction. It was all that Aeron could afford. The chaos that had ensued within the next few minutes warranted her full attention.

The woman was able to produce her own version of shields through the Force. While Sardun went towards shielding and lending power towards Kerrigan, Aeron did her best to focus on shielding their troops.

Not all would be mitigated, there were Omega Pyre casualties in the mix with Firemane for those not under the protective shielding either created by the fringe Force Masters or through portable shield generators.

A savage scowl etched itself upon Aeron's visage, the balestickinetics expert feeling the strain as all masters joined forces for a singular cause.

When the barrage dissipated, medical droids along with search and rescue efforts commenced. They had to get a tally on what they had left and standing.

Fire leapt and stretched along the post-apocalyptic landscape. A raging flame flaring within the Prex's eyes of conviction.

The First Order would pay for this.

 
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Location | North End Two lakes Northern Lakaan District
Objective: Humanitarian aid of the locals
Jedi Service Corps & Allies @Aeda Shaytari

The Darksky Shield Generator was in full operation now.

"We need more Jedi MedCorps men here!" a voice cried out from Rhen's left. The chaos was extraordinary. The damage, profound. They had the Jedi Service Corps here as well as elements of the Circle of Healers. Several GADF medic forces as well as troops and rangers that had been deployed prior to the shield completing it's deployment.

Here in the Northern Lakaan district, women and children were being attended to. Many who had suffered under the hardships of the cataclysmic event of the asteroid striking the planet.

"Master Qel-Droma!" a voice called to the Corellian Jedi. It was Sie, a young man in the MediCorps.

"We have word."

Whatever chaos swept the rest of Kaeshana with the First Order occupation was still trickling in. It disturbed the elder Corellian knight, but what the First Order was here for, be it expansion or any Sith presence did not matter to him. What mattered were the people and ensuring their safety.

"Yes, of course." Rhen replied, following the man. For now, they could continue to build and reinforce this position.
 

Six-O

The Pan-Galactic Scumbag
Location: Santaissa
Objective: Communications, Definitive Evidence
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Sed Frieder"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]. [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], First Order
Equipment: Cylix Blaster Pistol, Push-Dagger
Forces: Dreadwind, [member="Kira Vaal"]

[member="Kira Vaal"]'s estimation was correct, the evidence of war crimes perpetrated by the First Order under the guise of Peaceful Conduct needed to be displayed for the entire Galaxy to witness. Proof of false claims was always a key proponent for any Propagandist campaign they may wish to raise against this faction in the future.

And it would only further serve to strengthen the ability of the SIS to instigate, infiltrate and habituate further loyalist insurrections in their favor.

But their cause could sting two-fold, if they proceeded with the full brunt of their capabilities.

"You get that proof, Agent. Let nothing stand in your way." Dreadwind spoke suddenly, obscuring her rain soaked, muddy features under hood once more. "I've got something stashed that we can use at the Communications Tower. It'll help us win this battle." Her exclamation was resolute.

With single gloved hand, she wrung [member="Kira Vaal"]'s shoulder. Then, just as she had arrived, she vanished at full pace in to the nether black apse of the dismantled city.

It was the pieces like [member="Kira Vaal"] that won these wars. Silent warriors that stacked the deck to the full advantage of their side. The shadow wraiths on the wall, whose names never entered the books of History or whispers of their peers. Most of them were the walking damned. Doomed to a nameless death, fulfilling a plot unbeknownst to but the smallest fraction of personnel.

Now she just hoped she'd be able to retrieve what she had stashed.

This place was crawling.
 
Location: Santaissa Ruins
Objective: Secure the City.
General Vicinity: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Kato"], [member="Byzus Lanko"]

Darth Vyrassu's helmet focused on straight ahead as him and his half dozen stormtroopers travelled through the decaying buildings. Straight up North from the centre of Santaissa. On the North-East front of the City were the majority of the First Order's prestigious White Wolves. That, or they were on their way there. The HUD system in A'sharad's helmet was able to provide that information, along with plenty of other basic information. However, what surprised him was the apparent arrival of the Supreme Commander.

Late.

Reinforcements he brought likely, the Commander of the entirety of the First Order's military wasn't a fool.

While travelling through the ruins, they had encountered minimal resistance, nothing that would've required the Sith to draw either of his lightsabres.

Through one of the buildings, one of the stormtroopers said, "Switching to thermal." Vyrassu, hardly paying attention slowly came to a halt. The white ghosts of the First Order seemed focused on something until someone said, "I've got something," to which the Young Graush didn't respond to.

"Almost platoon sized," one of the stormtroopers said. "Sir?"

Six stormtroopers, and a Sith Knight? Darth Vyrassu had no illusions as to what was needed to be done.

"Where?"

There was a point, and with A'sharad's helmet came the swapped optics. Infrared, then thermal. He found what he needed. Vyrassu's group was within a small broken down building. A second floor, if you could call it that. "Take up positions on this side of the street." And the General ventured out the window, but not before directing two of the stormtroopers to come with him. Specifically in the direction of [member="Six-O"] and his guerilla force.

--

482nd White Wolves Regiment, Citadel of Dawn
Major Bissell,
[member="Ludolf Vaas"]

"Major, the General's been spotted going North." A pause on the part of the both of them. The Bissell could only image as to what was North that required the General's attention. However, with the Sith's rapid ascension through the ranks of the First Order's Military, he had learned a long time ago to not question the Sith Officer. Bissell had been one of the men present when the at the time Colonel had sent insufferable officers into trash compactors.

"The Supreme Commander has arrived." More noteworthy heroes of the Order came. Bissell nodded.

"Our position is holding. The Wrath is returning to orbit, word has it that combat in Space has finally begun."

"Keep our men where they are. As long as the blockade holds, these rebels and Alliance forces won't receive any reinforcements."
 
Kaeshana
Transport En-route
​Nearing Santaissa
Allies: FO
​Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm

Irajah frowned, glancing over at the comm officer as static filled erupted over the hand held. His expression mirrored her own as he fiddled with the dials.

"No good, something's interfering with the transmission. Should we turn back to get clear of whatever it is?"

She blinked in surprised when he addressed the question to her. She wasn't their CO, by any stretch of the imagination. She existed entirely outside of their chain of command. But the message *had* been from a high ranking officer, and she guessed it made a certain amount of sense to see what she wanted to do about it.

Irajah shook her head.
"No. No, we need to get to somewhere we can help-"

"Um, Doc? You might want to take a look at this."

She tilted her head at the pilot. The ship rocked sickeningly as she stood up, and only the aid of the comm officer kept her from going over. She headed gingerly into the cockpit.

Hazel eyes widened. Ahead of them, the sky roiled in angry clouds. Lightening flashed as the atmosphere boiled with lashing winds. As they watched, the clouds darkened, billowing and savage, out from their destination.

"What in the Maw is that?" She whispered.

The pilot swallowed, glancing at his co-pilot.

"Force storm, if I don't miss my guess Doc. We're going to be in for a bumpy ride." He looked over at her, brow furrowing. "There'd be no shame in turning back. We can drop you back at the camp and-"

"No."

Her voice was firm. He paused, then nodded. They understood. If given a chance, they wouldn't turn back either.

"Alright then. We'll come in easy, get closer to the ground and-"

A flash of light lanced across the viewscreen, filling the cockpit with blinding white, too bright to see past. Irajah gasped, covering her eyes. Too late.

Momentarily blinded, it wasn't the sight of the instruments going dark that would tell the trio in the cockpit that something had gone deeply, irrevocably wrong.

The feeling of the ship angling down so sharply, so suddenly, was all the warning they had. Even blinded, the pilot tried to arrest the descent, but too many of the electrical systems had been fried by the lightening of the Force Storm. An errant hit, but part of the risk taken with a move of that magnitude.

The feeling of the bulkhead slamming against the length of her body was the last thing Irajah remembered.
 
Location: Kaeshana system
Allies: [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Zark"]
Enemies: [member="Aermoira Cyone"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Basileus Isauros "][member="Valessia Brentioch"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Theme

Poodoo has hit the First Order's fan: Therapy Command was, yes, arriving perpendicularly to the curvature of the planet, and they had the enemy flagship on long-range sensors. While the plan was to take down the enemy escorts, they were out of range In the Volksgrenadier emplacements fitted onboard the flagship, long-range MIRVs were loaded, with their cloaking devices activated, while in all other heavy torpedo launchers, which could also fire assault concussion missiles, lighter long-range missiles are fitted so that they can be launched in the first volley. The First Order won't know until too late what happened to their Darr Itah, she thought. That's 130 long-range missiles aimed their way, not to mention the 21 warheads inside the three Volksgrenadiers, which are normal assault concussion missiles called the Morcuses. Now, she doesn't expect all 151 to hit, but even 20 or 30 hits would already be a lot. With the Hero of Coruscant and the Trimaran underneath the Excubitor; and the seven long-range 380mm hypervelocity cannons the fleet have being prepared to aim at such a large, slow target, Cyrus is potentially in a world of hurt.

"Admiral, we're out of range of any escorts or Star Destroyers: there's only one ship we can realistically hit with our long-range weapons"

"Long-range missiles are loaded"

"Hold position: aim at the bridge tower of Cyrus' flagship or the aft portion of the ship, if possible. Long-range hypervelocity cannons, missile batteries, fire"

The missiles launched and aimed at the FIV Contempt, and the seven hypervelocity cannons having also fired on that battlecruiser they call a Darr Itah, Cathul realizes something is amiss: from what she knows about Cyrus he wouldn't just deploy a light destroyer as an escort for a battlecruiser, meaning that he didn't commit its entire fleet to engage Therapy Command or the Imperial Remnant fleet. Even 150 missiles would be a serious test of the purported Bastion point-defense system. Vilin may have engaged a pocket carrier at range, but Cathul knew about the importance of psychological impact: if they could deal some damage to the Contempt, that might shake their morale somewhat, even more so when one is talking about the flagship of one of its more famous admirals.

"Once the enemy closes in on us, switch to regular assault concussion missiles: unleash hell on them once they arrive within normal turbolaser range"

Therapy Command (13500m):

Capital ships:
ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser)
ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Trimaran (Trimaran-class Star Defender)
ANS Fury of Dulvoyinn (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Voice of Lujo (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Inysh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Cuvacia (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Thebeon (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Dahrtag (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Ryan (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Siobhan (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Astral (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Columus (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Bioavailability (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

324 T-70 X-Wings
130 D-Wings
 
Location: Kaeshana System, Roth's Wing
Objective: Tactical Strike on the Planet's Surface
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Choli Vyn"], GA and Friends
Enemies: FO and Friends


Cockpit, D-Wing Fast Bomber
Approaching Orbit, Kaeshana System

"Roger that, Knight Lead," Arix crooned into his mask's built in comms package. Given the already robotic tones of his vocabulator, his voice was changed the least out of any pilot by the starfighter's crude transmission capacity, "I see them, forming on you."

Despite the impulse to punch the accelerator and head straight for the action, Flight Officer Arix Askrima had been forced to practice some patience. It was a quality Jedi were all too familiar with but one that was a completely foreign notion to pilots, and so it was one of the few vestiges of passionate emotion that the Padawan still struggled with every day. Normally in these sort of engagements starfighters screamed into action, but given the enemy vessels had chosen to pull back rather than engage aggressively, the Alliance commanders were taking advantage of the brief and quite possibly temporary moment of space superiority to rally and organize their fighter screen. This meant waiting to engage for the few squadrons that had held their ground until reinforcements to refuel and resupply, which meant a terrible calm before the storm.

For his own part, Arix struggled not to make a fool of himself behind the controls of the monstrous starfighter. The cyborg was a naturally gifted pilot, but he had spent much of his youth learning to fly larger craft, bulk and escort freighters and the like. He was quickly becoming adept behind the stick of the X-Wing and the CF9 Crossfire, but the young rookie was not even rated to fly the older model Knights, so instead they had stuck him in the chair of this behemoth which he had only ever flown in hours of sim-time previously. Still, it was either that or don't go at all, and he was determined not to let Captain Tillian down.

"Listen up Knights," speaking of Knight Leader, Roth's voice crackled through electronic modulation in his cockpit, "Rogue Squadron is taking advantage of the lull to help out groundside. We're acting as overwatch."

Arix keyed his comm in acknowledgment of the orders. Trying not to let his frustration master him, he kept scanning his sectors for any signs of an incoming TIE screen. His D-Wing would have been perfect for this mission profile save for one fatal design flaw. The fighter had to lock its s-foil in atmospheric flight, which also locked down its capability to deploy ordnance. Rogue Squadron would have to rely on the Y and B-Wings they had with them, and the Flight Officer would have to content himself with an enemy capital ship instead.
 

Arieth zh'Vranthi

Galactic Alliance Ambassador
NEW BALOSAR*

[SIZE=13.3333px]Head Councilman, Vieo Spar would meet Ambassador zh’Vranthi’s shuttle. Dusty wind blew across the terrain. The GADF fleet was merely a countermeasure on those warlords and raiders. For now, it would remain on New Balosar’s orbit while the diplomatic talks would unfold. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]The redhead’s hair gave a slight sway within the breeze. Her white robes shifted with each step as she went down the ramp to meet with the New Balasor delegates. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Ambassador zh’Vranthi.” Vieo commended, his short polyps on top of his head swaying. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Head Councilman Spar.” Areith replied, offering a cordial smile. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Please,” he gestured towards the main sanctuary. “This way.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Of course.” the Ambassador replied. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]All the while, the chaos at Kaeshana would remain an unknown. Yet upcoming communications on the conflict would change that. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.3333px]
[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]GR90 E-war transport[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]ANS [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Eyes On, Dependable[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Thranta MK2-Class Frigate[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]ANS C[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]entennial, Legion, Rogue Element[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Sentinel-Class Cruiser[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]ANS [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Long Watch[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Dreadnought MKIII[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]ANS [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Echelon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]Consular Class Cruiser[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]ANS [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Sullust Dawn[/SIZE]

 


Location: Santaissa,The Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Secure LP, Make it out the Temple and help the 'Grunts'.
Allies:[member="[/COLOR]Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Sed Frieder"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: The FO and any who stand in the way. (Unfortunately, that includes you [member="Irajah Ven"] :()

Becoming a splotch of red on the side of a temple was not on his 'to-do' list, However, jumping out of a speeding ship in atmosphere was. And that's exactly what he did. Of course, not without reason, after making it through the storm, his ship had been damaged, one of the main stabilizers blown right out, giving him very little control on his descent.

Stumbling to the back of his ship, he quickly donned his armor, courtesy of [member="Miss Blonde"], the golden visor shining. Reaching forward, a gold triton emblazoned upon his gauntlet, pulling him self back into the cockpit, the clouds finally parting to show the surface below him, and an very large temple spire that was a drawing closer with every passing second. "Oh... Chit." Jumping over the pilots seat, he pulled his rifle off the wall, kicking open the port docking ramp, effectively jumping out a few seconds before his shuttle collided with the spire, a loud explosion behind him as he plummeted through the air.

Realizing that he didn't have a parachute, a red flag went off. How the hell am I supposed to stick this landing?!? Attaching his rifle to his back, he angled his shoulders to a pane of colored glass on the roof, the density appearing to be a quarter of a meter. Not very helpful, but better than concrete. Extending his arms and legs, he attempted to slow his descent, even if minimally to prevent his untimely death.

Curling into a smaller shape, he crashed through the window, the troops inside scattering as he flattened a table that fortunately was right underneath the window. Laying spread-eagled , he groaned, a few broken bones mending, the pain intensifying, as it always did when a wound healed. All thanks to that bastard doctor on the Purgatory. It took a good three minutes or so for him to actually move his limbs and extremities.

Rolling over, he pushed him self up, his gaze meeting the barrel of four blaster rifles. Sighing he put his hands up, looking at the man before him. "Sorry for dropping by unexpectedly, but I'm here to help. I'm with the TKO, SFC Phantoms reporting for duty." Smiling at his whimsical pun , he stood wearily. "Now, who can I start blasting at?"
 
Kaeshana
Near Santaissa, woodlands
Allies: The Kark?? [member="Vexen"]
Enemies: The Kark??
Gearlist in link cause I'm too lazy
[member="Irajah Ven"]

Do something they said. Something productive, they said. The winds blew. The ash sailed, and clouds streaked the sky gray upon a thundering sky.

This was scorched earth. Crackles of trees and deep crevices filled the landscape. But even in their scarcity, two figures quietly did their best to do, well what they did BEST. Scout.

Micah was in full armor, and frankly, at this moment they were doing their best to stay hidden. Not that would do much good on this place where it was a storming and blowing ash, dust, and grit everywhere.

[ Remind me, why are we doing this again? ] Micah's voice crackled through the encrypted comm over to Vexen.

[ I blame Nohei. ] he huffed, mentioning his youngest sister [member="Kaili Talith"], glowing amber eyes scanning the area for any sign of -- well anything.

[ Do good. She says. Something, something Mandos and Mara and First Order and I'm going to slice into your playlist again. ] another heavy sigh, the man coming down to prop a foot on a boulder.

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[ Get anything---]

Just then, a massive flash of light and a streak went flying across the sky.

[ What the?]

Micah's HUD bloomed with information. Even through the storm and the wild winds, he could pick up that it was something. A shuttle. One flying dead in the sky and heading to ground.

[ Oh poodoo.] a glance over to [member="Vexen"], but there was no need. The two were synched through a Force Bond and were aware of each others intents and instincts.

[ Come on! ]
 
[SIZE=10pt]Santaissa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]With: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Going after: [member="Kira Vaal"] (got a nice cross for ya, babay!)[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]The duo of flame-haired women whispering something to each other did not escape the perceptive Sith lord, who immediately imagined the topic of their secret debate, be it politics or ideology – knowing one of them to be a new disciple, he could definitely see the older and more experienced knight offering some advice to her younger colleague. Was this her first time on the battlefield, first time she smelled the ashes of war? In the end, she would emerge stronger, provided she survived. The thought carved an amused grin into his stone cold expression. A veteran of many conflicts, Darth Veles was free of doubt or remorse that often stole into younger minds; his firm and determined stride that carried him through Santaissa was ruined only by the characteristic hobble becoming more pronounced as he increased his pace. Most of his force has dispersed over the surroundings, taking strategic positions and doing sweeps for any enemy forces possibly holed up in the ruined city.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]His job wasn’t to take over the city though. That honour belonged to another. While his forces undoubtedly had the ability to hold their own against soldiers, it wasn’t what he had bought them for. Painfully punishing rebellions, wiping out partisans and their supporters – not pretty or clean, but necessary anyway. That, and he disliked the Force storm threateningly looming over the ruins one bit. If it descended, all of his robotic forces would be affected and there was no telling when the sparking dark side creation came crashing down. Darth Veles would rather not get caught in that, thus his attention shifted towards the hills surrounding Santaissa. Slowly and patiently, the Sith lord’s cybernetic eye scanned the city’s outskirts, subtly reaching out through the Force, spying the towering silhouette up east.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Is the comms tower under our control yet?”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Darth Veles questioned the closest HRD unit, watching as it stared into the distance where his webbed claw pointed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No, sir.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Then let’s change that.”[/SIZE]
 

Tanomas Graf

Guest
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Objective: Destroy First Order fleet, establish Remnant as dominant Imperials.
Allies: The Imperial Remnant, Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Talyn Krane"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Basileus Isauros"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"], [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Kaeshana, the Expansion Region
Bridge of the Avenger

The battle over Kaeshana was hopefully further escalated with the arrival of the Imperial Fleet, but instead of immediately running into the carnage that was about to start, they were determined to wait until the battlecruisers that the other two factions had brought were tired, then they would strike. Truthfully, it was a little disheartening to watch from just outside of firing range, but this was a tactical decision that was best to keep the Remnant from losing precious ships while still being able to participate in the destruction of their sworn enemy. The old man smirked when he noticed that diplomatic signals were being broadcasted from the Concordia, he had hoped that the Alliance was not idiotic enough to fall for the Order's lies.

According to his eyes as well as their sensors, the Alliance had brought two battlecruisers, some new class that looked like a star destroyer, and according to records something called a 'Barens'thor' or whatever. The First Order had responded by bringing a Darr Itah-class, who he knew that Grand Admiral Tregessar was aboard, as it was his brainchild, as well as the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Concordia which usually was commanded by Fleet Admiral DuSang and Grand Moff Fortan. It was sad that he could memorize the names of people by the ships they used, yet he still didn't know who the feth was in command of the Alliance's fleet.

Admiral Graf turned to lock eyes with one of the Imperial Knights, a red zabrak who had recently recanted his allegiance to the Dark Side in favor of returning to a faction he had once belonged to years ago. "I hope you're ready to face your former comrades, this will not be easy for either of us." Tanomas mentioned. The zabrak narrowed his eyes at the old man "I was ready the moment I met them, do not underestimate me yet." He stated in a calm voice.

"Good...Good...Prepare to deploy on the surface, Knight."

Imperial Forces:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2FEu5FivyE​
 

Six-O

The Pan-Galactic Scumbag
Location: Santaissa
Objective: Skirmish, Harass, Exterminate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Sed Frieder"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]. [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter, Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 6 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: 30 Eldorai Guerilla Fighters

There was an inherent flaw in the logic of the Empire through every iteration it transformed in to. Six-O was fully aware, having spent much of his life in service to the wonderful engine of war that they had always been. Well, actually there were many, but they weren't perfect. Only he, Six-O, was perfect---or as close to perfect as any being had ever come.

In his computerized mind, anyway.

But one of their most glaring crimes of battlefield etiquette was in fact, their choice in garb and armor. White was supposed to be pure! Come, witness us, the Soldiers of peace and purity.White was supposed to be intimidating. An eternal spate of immortal warriors, when one would fall, another that looked just like him would rise. For the most part it was true. Swarm Tactics were effective. 2500 years prior.

For everything White was or could be. The one thing it was not, and never would be, was obscure. Not unless they were surrounded by miles upon miles of snow, anyway. But if that had been the case, perhaps the First Order would have issued Black Armor.

So now the game had begun. [member="Asharad Graush"] had scouted his enemy.

Six-O's Guerilla's in the spotter positions he'd ordered them, had discovered theirs.

Now what fun shall they have?

This derelict stretch of hooded ramshackle pop-ups went on approximately 1609 Meters. It pitched a few stories high, in some places, while only elevating a single floor in others. Inside of that there were tight mazes of narrow corridors of varying depth, breadth and length. Walls of strong duracrete and rickety durafiber board that could give way at simple press of finger to surface. The hazards ranged from all manner of aciculated objects, divot pocked ground and other.

The structural integrity of the surrounding buildings in this ghetto was as diverse as one would expect, others could hold up well to all manner of onslaught, while some may whisk to dust and loam at mere eye glance.

@Asgarad Graush chose to start from over watch position, it seemed.

Buckets spotted.

A Eldorai Guerilla informed, hands well disciplined in the chrionomy that had been drilled in to their brains from Xerrzyk the Ghastly at Six-O's command, since the Droid, sadly, lacked more than weapon grasping claws.

His signs were much more streamlined.

By streamlined one might say it looked as if the Droid had decided some small, fluttering gnat needed to die via violent bludgeoning.

His team carried the message. Where forward positions that were too far ahead were beckoned via shrill cry of local fowl.

In the building opposite the First Order they fled, some straggling out in the open between fire barrels, the only actual source of light in this vicinity. Those rondure lamps must have given quite the strain to simple organic eye.

Six-O found his target, sensors easily detecting the shimmer of flame against the Graush Dynasty Armor of his foe. MKIII-Heavy Bolter came to, scanning a rapid diagnostic of his targeting protocols, as he honed in on the dint. To ensure finest kill parameters could be achieved, naturally. Then his favorite tool.

Terror Protocol.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul041CSNJto[/youtube]

Music to kill by.

Volume to 11.

No expense could be spare.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Asur System Home Star


Saint Monica came out of Lightspeed near the Asur System's home star. Kaeshana's yellow star. Her T-70 X-Wing Recon custom immediately began to scan for signals. And boy, signals there were. This whole sector was crazy right now. Just look at all that com's traffic. Jebus.

"Wow R2. Looks like a mess over on Kaeshana. How's it look? Can you sort this out?"

~ Deep doop ~

Hyperspace was a mess too. Ships from First Order space and some from the Galactic Alliance's territory. Even mystery vessels like the Imperial Remnant, Firemane, and ApeX. (Though, at such a tremendous distance to the conflict gathering raw IFF data was impossible. No names just yet.) Ah. It should also be noted that Hyperspace activity was peaking nearer New Balosar too. Wow.

"Okay. Patch us into the GA com net. We have their encryption key anyway."

~ Beep deep ~

The GA fleet signal was easy enough to catch. It read simply as follows: First Order Fleet in active orbit of Kaeshana. Friendlies on-world. Please assist. ...Mmm. Indeed, support was already incoming. The GA net noted three fleets engaged already. Huh... No wonder the Holonet was so busy in this sector. There was a damn cold war going on. Nay. It was about to get hot.

Oh gods? Why?

"Anything more specific R2? Is there a battle net? Holographic feeds we can lock on to?"

~ Donk donk ~

"No!? ...Damn. Must be too much static at this range. Huh."

That meant nothing. Battle jamming was probably up. She couldn't get a signal. Or, could just be that the Eldorai are crappy Hyperspace mechanics. Isolated systems like this one weren't known for their top-of-the-line communications arrays. Jamming was easy out here. Even if they were this close to GA space and there Holonet beacons. Stupid elves. Bunch of low tech barbarians who thought they were alone in the universe. Go figure.

"Alright. I'm gonna jump us closer to the planet. These signals are crap all the way out here. Okay, we'll come out nearer Morrow's battlegroup and see what we can find from there. Running the numbers now. Hold on and await the jump to Lightspeed."

~ Beep beep ~

Karen frowned. This whole conflict was retarded. After all,

Who was dumb enough to start a war over space elves anyway?
 
Kaeshana
Near Santaissa, woodlands
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: Micah's sense of adventure
[member="Irajah Ven"]

Vexen had pressed herself tight to the ground. Fur ruffled in the wind but she was little more than a deep shadow in a wood full of shadows.

She could feel the notion form in his head before he said a word. Apprehension grew in her own, slowly changing to reluctant acceptance. Micah was a Force of nature, there was no way to change that. She could follow in his wake, or not be with him. The latter wasn't an option.

"You know," she said as she slipped through the woods after him, "I'm sure you could get a device with music that wasn't connected to anything." The trees were dense, but she darted between them and didn't brush a single one.

The little patch of trees she'd found ended to become open, rocky ground. She was running on a parallel path to Micah. Her steps were short and quick. She kept pace with him, but her eyes were on the surroundings not the crash site.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Hills Overlooking Santaissa,
Objective: Group up with Kerrigan, see what's the situation
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Michael Sardun"]. [member="Sed Frieder"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Nate The Bounty Hunter"], [member="Kiyron"]
Enemies: [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Project X-2"], [member="Aesa Urkith"]
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, blast-staves, and a deactivated light Mag'Ladroth Personal Walker on-board, The Greycloaks, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spears of Rae.


Siobhan Kerrigan, Tempest,


While Sio and Tempest did their thing the droid just more or less plopped down on a nearby stone, using the scope of his Magnetic Repeater to scan over the horizon, the hills, the brown forests, the ruins, just keeping an eye out for any enemy forces that would decide to move out against them, managing to take a shot when the stars aligned at one of the TIE craft sent out against them, the high-velocity pellet cut through the sky with a wicked hiss, connecting with the duraglass cockpit of the TIE and piercing through it with a quick malicious crack, slicing its way into the pilot's neck before his body slumped over to the side, rolling the fighter with him and pulling it down into the ground,

"We are clear."

He muttered out in confirmation to whoever was listening, pulling on the lever of the repeater and pushing it back in, the chamber whirred to make sure it was all properly loaded, when suddenly as the Star Destroyer up in low orbit begun to rock and shake, manipulated by the Force users, when suddenly the batteries of the cruiser lighted up in ignition of turbo-laser fire which the machine noticed,

"Except for that!"

He called out to others, giving out a quick order,

"Scatter for cover!"

As the soldiers around him launged and hid to maximize their chances of survival the droid found the closest pair of organics and fell behind cover with them, his hands moving to the back of their heads like two shields. Then there were the explosions of the turbolaser bolts impacting,

BAM-BWOOM!

And the crashing of rubble and shrapnel as ruins in the hilltops above them were pulverized,

TSHRTHRHRTR

There was the sound of dirt and pebbles raining down around them like hail, storm made of cutting fragments that came with a fury and disappeared just as quickly. Thankfully portion of the turbolaser barrage was aimed at the old estate they have since already left, or at least most of them did, what was aimed towards their artillery position seemed to have been disrupted by the Force users' manipulations of the vessel.

Either way, once things quiet down the droid looked up, calling out,

"Greycloaks!"

Only to be answered with,

"We are alright!"

Even the Personal Walker trudging behind their column of troops seemed to go out of the brief bombardment unscathed as the Cruiser soon enough turned tail to leave the atmosphere.


Nima Tann,


"It might be our only chance to get a good attack."

The Twi'Lek pointed out, to which HK replied,

"I got this guys!"

As he raised his rifle once more, aiming for the Cruiser's engines. He steeled himself, calculating just the right trajectory, letting the Force guides his projectiles as he pulled the trigger of the rail gun and held it, allowing its chamber to spin out and let loose a burst of its six deadly shots.

WHMMM-STR-STR-STR-STR-STR-STR,

They cut across the air to skewer the wicked metal beast daring to bring ruined on this already scarred land.

HK waited then, lowering his gun and cocking the lever once more to reload the chamber. Nothing happened. He waited still to see if the engines of the Cruiser or its reactor exploded before calculating that all he had was a kharking sniper rifle and even if the shots somehow reached the Cruiser they would probably just ping off of its hull.

He looked towards Nima,

"Alright, so I got nothing."

He admitted and allowed for Sio and others to take their last chance at damaging the ship before it escaped.


Back to Sio,


HK trotted over to her when she dropped to her knees,

"Come on you old dingle-donger."

The droid muttered as he reached down to help her up,

"You have had worse, stop being a drama queen."

He quipped as he looked over the battlefield again,

"We have special forces squads touching down near the Citadel of the Dawn and majority of the First Order seems to be holed up around the White Palace Citadel."

HK pointed out just as he got a transmission from Six, one that Sio probably received as well, although it was easier for HK to translate binary to common right away,

"Six found a way behind enemy lines through the sewer, I will take the Greycloaks and try to exploit that to engage the FO higher ups, keep in touch with me so we can coordinate. There is also a Comm Tower nearby we should probably send someone towards, I think Kaida and her troops are heading in that direction."


Six-O,

Of course HK yet lived, he was made out of Phrik for Force's sake. Either way, the older (They were actually roughly the same age probably, both from around Old Sith Wars) droid responded to six's transmission with one of his own, binary just the same, passing on to Six the contact information for other Guerrilla cells on the planet Sio and her agents were able to feed to him. Although HK already begun to mobilize reinforcements among the natives, trying to stir them into global uprising as much as he could while being unable to actually show up there in person, doing it all through remote Holo-Transmissions he already proved he could multi-task with rather well.

In fact to one particular group of Eldorai he appeared tall in white robes (2:20 onwards), a blue image flickering slightly from the holo-transmitter they were gathered around already, clearly rather displeased with the current state of affairs,

"The Order-men come to take what is left of your land! They are driving your people into the hills to scratch a living off rocks!"

He proclaimed to them, one of the Eldorai called out,

"Murderers!"

The others agreed and HK's holograph kept on talking,

"Take back the lands they try to steal from you, burn their every men and officer, cast them back into the darkness of the Void!"

"Hyagh!"

The Eldorai roared as they grabbed their rifles and weapons, shambling out of the meeting hall in a rush to go and join their guerrilla rebel brethren in the fray.


Hopefully Six would be able to somewhat pick up on HK's efforts and either mobilize even more troops or send out someone who could, or simply coordinate with them to receive reinforcements on his position.


The Rogue Squadron,

[member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Roth Tillian"],

While HK moved to his next position he sent out a quick message to the Rogues,

"Rogue Squadron this is the Iron Knight, do you read me? How is it looking in the skies? We just received some orbital bombardment but their cruiser is retreating, we sure could use with that orbital blockade being lifted, over."

Honestly the droid, because he was such a Force-awful pilot, did not really got how combat worked in space, so he was not certain whether lifting the planetary blockade was something the Rogues could just do right away or now. I mean if they did then great! Otherwise he would just have to keep pestering them.


Sed Frieder,


Finally HK did what he was planning on, he joined up with Sed and his squad, as they were near the section of the perimeter the machine was currently in, if Sed knew about the droid and some of his recent history then great, he knew he was in company of an old droid that once ruled over this part of the Galaxy and was a veteran of many fights with the Sith, if not then he probably could tell the machine was one of the higher-ups among the Firemane and GA,

"Alright lads, looks like I am with you. I need you to help me get closer towards the front lines."

HK motioned out towards the city they were all currently heading to,

"Our recon teams pointed out the sewers are accessible and lead past enemy blockades, I need you to get me to their closest opening then I will use them for flanking and being sowing disorder among the FO's ranks."

The droid looked at Sed, he would be able to see that they were also joined by two HK droids clad in grey cloaks and Protectorate-styled armor, holding rather nasty looking miniguns,

"Got that?"

HK asked just to make sure Sed understood.

It looked like Sed would be dragged by the droid from the tip of the iceberg deeper into the murky freezing waters, at least that would cool him down more than the air filtration of the armor.

No one liked a sweat-ball.
 
Location: Aboard the FIV Judicator
Allies: [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Malok"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | First Order
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Talyn Krane"] | @Tygaran Alliance | @Galactic Alliance
Objective: Board the Avenger

​As the ApeX Horde chanted and roared Prazutis stood a ways behind its commander analyzing the flow of battlefield reports slide into his helmets HUD. It wasn't quite clear who was winning the battle yet but the coming storm would allow a victor to emerge. While others were certainly more concerned with the outcome of Kaeshana to Braxus it was a trivial concern. The Sith Lord was primarily focused on how his apprentice and a future apprentice would do in the coming battle. Braxus had faith that the intelligence he received on the brute horde would indeed prove true. Malok was a reputed 'beast' on the field of battle without equal among his kind, and a devilish intellect that deceives his outward appearance. As for Valessia...he was skeptical. Valessia was exceptionally smart with the business acumen, the street smarts, and cunning political mind to go very far with some basic combat training roped in. Except...that's all she was.

​In every other category she was weak.

​Naïve and far too trusting Valessia for what he heard as all of her life was a tool, an instrument to be used by others. Even in the First Order despite her loyalties to them she was still a tool especially by her boss the Grand Moff. But she had an incredible amount of potential and a willingness to go very far in the world of the Sith. The voice of his ships captain rang in his ears notifying him of the fleet exiting hyperspace. Excellent. Grand Admiral Tanomas Graf of the Imperial Remnant finally arrived. Immediately he requested a communications channel with [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], Grand Admiral of the First Order and an familiar face to him. Cyrus was a long time officer in the One Sith Navy, and a highly decorated officer whose name came up on his desk quite often, it felt good to have someone he knew he could trust to get the job done purely through past experience. "Grand Admiral Tregessar it's been awhile, trading your Sith banners in for the First Order. Nevertheless Grand Admiral I'm reaching out to place both of my vindicators under your command. Once our full squadrons disgorge and my forces board the Avenger they'll be all yours. I'm going to bring down that star destroyer." ​Braxus said.

​Next the Sith Lord used an basic application of the force to reach out and touch the mind of Valessia, dark tendrils wrapping around her consciousness applying a squeeze enough to grab her attention "It begins. Come to my side immediately." ​Just because he was throwing her in the shark tank didn't mean he wouldn't be there to give her the occasional save. After all with all that potential, he couldn't just let her get herself killed unless she truly was that pathetic. Braxus gestured for Malok to follow him once he finished his war song, entering one of the countless dozens of Spiral-Class Assault Ships that utterly filled the hangar. These ships were specifically designed and updated to pierce the complex shield systems, they'd have no issue passing right through the Avengers shields. But there was of course the concern of the massive crafts point defense lasers. The second carrier covered that by disgorging its entire complement of fighters and meshing them with his boarding craft, almost human shielding to block his craft until they reached their destination.

​Once Valessia and Malok were aboard alongside three other brutes from ApeX he issued the order. The hive disgorged then. It was alike to a swarm of angry bees bursting out from the massive hangars amidst the hellfire of space combat. TIE's of all variants swung in to mesh with the great mass of assault ships carrying the ApeX Horde blasters raging. Meanwhile inside...

​Prazutis activated the holo blueprints of an ancient Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, an easy enough piece of intel to come by for someone with his sway, especially for an eight hundred year old craft. "The Avenger albeit updated shares this layout of design almost to a T. Were going to board as close as we can get on the engineering deck, and head to the hyperdrive. We will disable the hyperdrive while ApeX engages the boarding troopers. Our next targets will be the bridge and life support. Any questions?"​Braxus said. Suddenly the entire ship rocked sending him crashing into a bulkhead, the hull shaking. Immediately he strapped himself into a seat then accessing the battlenet. The Grand Admiral was as smart as he gave him credit for, and while his forces began targeting the fighters and bombers approaching, they gradually shifted to the assault ships that continued on towards his shields.

​Many would be destroyed in the coming barrage of point lasers but that was expected. Finally the proton charge detonated in a fiery plume creating a breach large enough to pass right through the crafts shielding, on and on it fell towards its hull closing on on as close to the engineering deck as they could get...

Boom.
 
Location: Santaissa Ruins
Objective: Sweep the City.

The stormtroopers had spotted movement. They had shown their General where. The trio was on the move while four other stormtroopers took up positions in a derelict building. Although [member="Six-O"] was bringing Vyrassu into his scopes, figuratively and literally, the Sith Knight had no idea that he was in danger. Of course, he knew there was the potential of snipers. That's why they had been moving slow, through buildings and the like rather than out in the streets. However, he couldn't specifically sense the intent to fire upon him due to the would be shooter being of mechanical make.

"Up ahead," he heard in his comms.

A blaster bolt was fired here and there at the stragglers retreating from the advance of the trio.

A'sharad didn't hesitate to push on ahead of his two 'guards.'

One could hardly hear the tell tale Snap-Hiss of the golden lightsabre before it was already carving through the slowest of guerillas. Compared to most people, A'sharad was large. Within the armour? He was even larger. A single slash took down two. A shove with his right hand had another going face first into a wall, and with an extra push of the metaphysical powers, the head exploded against the wall, painting it red, or whatever colour the Eldorai's bled. It was all the same to him.

By then the others had continued to flee and his two guards had caught up with him. He didn't even need to speak the words follow them. If they were retreating, chances were they had a defensible position. There was no chance he was going to walk into a wall of laser fire. They fired after them into the streets and buildings, enough to dishearten them from turning around.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Morrow Reserve Battlegroup
Supercarrier ANS Dream of Freedom
Kaeshana
[member="Alexandra Morrow"]


Karen dropped out of Lightspeed behind the Morrow Reserve Battlegroup. Located at the one-half light mark from the planet and on the planetary opposite of Vilin's battlegroup. (Which probably made Rausgeber nervous without a planet to hide behind anymore. Lulz.)

As usual, the Fleet coordination was a God's mess. So her X-Wing R wouldn't be enough to sort out all this blank data. She'd need the Supercarrier's CIC. Thusly. Saint Monica of New Prosperity issued a landing request to the ANS Dream of Freedom as an Independent Member of the NJO ExplorCorps. A request that was quickly granted. Even if they were at battle stations.

"Hang on R2. Here we go."


* * *

Karen popped her canopy as the hiss of her landed craft bellowed across the flight deck. The deck Lieutenant approached with a shake of his head,

"Welcome to the Freedom, Master Jedi. What can I do for you?"

"Refuel her and put in on the NJO's tab. I'll be back in a minute."

"Aye madam. Can I give you directions?"

"That won't be necessary. I can see the command deck from here."

Baffled at such a strange remark, the Lieutenant simply nodded and watched her go. Wondering to himself how anybody could possible 'see' the command deck from the secondary flight hanger. Ridiculous.


* * *

The door slide open to the Supercarrier's primary command bridge and Karen stepped through the door. In her black HD Coat, she looked every bit the wandering sorcerer she was. Luckily, the GA Navy had no problems working with Jedi. It was practically in the training manual these days. Sheesh. Jedi were everywhere.

Saint Monica approached [member="Alexandra Morrow"] at a fast pace,

"Greetings Admiral. I am Force Master Monica of the Sullust Temple. Thank you for receiving me. Might I observe the current situation using this ship's tactical display? The NJO is eager to gain a better tactical analyst of the orbital situation and deployments. With your permission, of course."

A formality, and little more. Yet it always paid to be polite. Especially on another woman's vessel.
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Location: At the abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate, hills overlooking Santaissa
Objective: Liberation and securing of Santaissa

Allies: [member="Tempest"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Sed Frieder"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

Enemies: [member="Project X-2"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Valius Rau"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
--

They all had their responsibilities.

Sardun wasn't much of a long-distance fighter. All the damage he did was damage up close. So in a situation like this... as the Star Destroyer loomed and threatened, there wasn't much he could do about it in the long-run. Besides trying to make sure that they wouldn't all karking die, because of it. Kerrigan was strong, he remembered the tales, remembered seeing her in action personally.

But the Star Destroyer wished not to be unanchored from its position high up in the sky.

Fire was unleashed from its wake unto them.

The troops around them were beyond his reach, he could do little about them, but this little party? He could shield them, as best as he could. And so he did. The clap of his hands and a strong shield, a bubble erupted around them. Just in time too, as the laser projectiles boomed into the terrain around them and send men and women sprawling in the distance.

Had the glassing been closer and to the point? They probably wouldn't have survived either way, but the residual forces, kinetic energy and quakes were absorbed by the bubble as they came close to them.

It took much out of him, he even went to a knee, because he couldn't support himself and keep the bubble going. Behind him Aeron was doing much the same, but at range to shield their forces as best as she could. Cold woman, sarcastic and biting, but there was a fire within her. A spark that made her push herself farther along than most would have in her shoes.

Was that kinship?

And just as quickly as it began it ended. The Destroyer fled, scared and frightened by the display of power occurred beneath it.

"Feth." The Jedi Master got out as the bubble collapsed and fire started burning in his muscles of exertion. "You won, Kreelan, they karking glassed us."

Biting humor was the only thing to do in this moment.
 

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