Exsibilation | The Sovereignty Invasion of Galactic Empire held Zenith Prime Hex

[Varik Ice]

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Allies ​

[member="Inyri Takan"] [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Enemies​

Inquisitorius Garrison​

(Directly engaging [member="Lannis Morcus"])​

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Varik should have expected as such. He wasn't expecting to overwhelm an experienced swordsman like that so quickly, and now he was where he preferred; on defense. Morcus would expend more with these powerful, angled strikes, at least in theory. The force would no doubt be enhancing the older fighter's abilities, stamina and rhythm. That was what he had to offset. He considered the potential weaknesses as a fighter his opponent had, the ideas running through his shielded mind.

He was no doubt a master of his craft, that much was certain. He knew it very well, perhaps too much. As he continued to block and parry, he had to constantly move and weave, his saber bouncing the Grand Inquisitor's back and repeatedly louder cracks began booming throughout the mountain, almost like the sound of thunder rumbling. As Morcus began to put down more pressure, The Sovereign seemed to falter, his defense seemed more desperate.

The Sovereign steeled himself as he continued to weave, a blow from the saber searing at the skin on his arm and just barely penetrating the Phrik armour, but hitting flesh nonetheless. The smell of burning hit the air as the younger man winced in pain, seeming to hold back a yowl. There had been a reason that Morcus was in his position, af ter all.

It was a gambit, a deception to attempt for a single strike. As the blows continued, Ice backed up just a bit more. When a strike came, Varik waited for the bounce-off, and tried to use it to his advantage. He attempted to slide his own white saber down the crimson red blade of the Baron and catch it on the crossguard, though seem as though he hadn't intended to. He was playing to the older man's ego - seeming less skilled, sloppy as he'd mentioned. They weren't large, obvious mistakes, but the ones a more experienced duelist might make.

But not an experienced killer. Should he have caught his guard on the crossguard, Varik focused the force within himself, swelling his strength and speed tremendously for a moment to shunt Morcus' blade down into the walkway below them as much as he could, though that was a large risk in of itself. If it worked, he immediately kicked out, as though trying to kick off. The kick would come with unusual speed and strength, like an incredibly powerful Phrik-armoured piston that headed straight for the Baron's sternum. He was attempting to his ribcage and lungs, ideally crack a rib.

The objective most of all however, was to offset his older opponent's breathing, and hopefully his rhythm. He was much more experienced, so he had to attempt to take him out of his comfort zone when it came to the fight. Regardless of whether or not his gamble worked, he would push back and make distance, not wanting to risk being that close with such a dangerous opponent. The Baron was highly lethal, and Ice had no interest in dying today.

 

[Madison M. Maxwell IV]

Allies​

AECO Team 12​

[member="Cynan Hague"], [member="Cassus Stoma"], [member="Slaask"], guest-starring [member="Vash Rico"]​

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Enemies​

The Galactic Empire​

[member="Nyx"], [member="Isaac Stover"], [member="Corric Tassadar"], [member="Labkahip Mordulla"], [member="Mark Hawkins"]​

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Human​

maybe i'm foolish, maybe i'm blind // thinking i can see through this, and see what's behind​

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Leak leak leak.​

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She wasn't stupid. Someone had ratted.

That made her mad.

Sekhmet glanced back to the two AECO under her command, Specialist Stellad & Specialist Unith. Good men, to be sure, and neither had qualms serving under a rather new alien, which was good. It'd be a tragedy to lose them. Both were already moving forward to return fire as ordered by Cynan, ducking into cover with the barrels of their slugthrowers peeking out just enough. The Saorsa herself followed suit after a moment of mental lag, the weapon feeling mildly clumsy in her hands as her training flooded back to her, shoulder pressed up against a boulder. blaster bolts whizzed by. Briefly, she checked her weapon, ensuring the slugs were loaded.

Then, a heartbeat passed, and the Saorsa popped out of cover to spray hellfire down on their assaulters. Perhaps a few slugs hit, but she wasn't well-coordinated at range like this. Quickly ducking back down behind the rock, she glanced over to Slaask, expectantly. She was close quarters, but he was a heavy ordinance, so it was clear that he was better suited to taking out more while she suppressed them. Easier said than done, especially with the brightly-coloured shots being fired at them from the enemy below. Before she could ask him something, see if he would move into position to really start digging into the enemy, the sky fell.

Not literally, but upon reflection, it certainly felt like that. Stellad went flying, Unith screamed, and Sekhmet felt the force of an explosion toss her out of cover like a ragdoll, and it threw her back against the cliff wall with enough force that any other Human would have been utterly disabled. Her armor absorbed a good amount of the shock, though, and her stocky body the rest. Didn't make it hurt less. She'd later learn that an artillery shell had hit a couple meters from her team, and that she was lucky to be alive. Unith as well, but Stellad had been lobbed clean off the cliff by the explosion's shockwave. Three become two.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Allies: Galactic Empire [member="Vilhelm Balfour"] [member="Krieg Merriden"]
Enemies: The Sovereignty [member="Varik Ice"]
Location: The Skies
Actions: Removing Sovereign Air Superiority

Fighting me is like chasing wind on a windy day!


Streams of red and green lasers filled the skies around the TIE Interceptors, Cyn only laughed as her hands and feet gracefully danced over the controls. Cyn felt like an Eye Snatcher from her home planet, a beautiful predator of the sky flying as natural as the wind. The Sovereign Fighters began their attack as Cyn throttled towards her enemy, speed and agility were Cyn's only defenses while flying in a TIE.

Her wingmate followed her maneuver and forced one Sovereign Pilot to loop down and begin chase on Pixie Three and Two. Excellent, Cyn smiled devilishly as she allowed the enemy fighter to slot right into their six. “Drag and bag Pixie Three, break!” Cyn ordered as both TIE’s veered in opposite directions.

The Sovereign Pilot choose to follow Pixie Three, giving Cyn the duty of “bagging” as she tracked her prey. The enemy pilot figured they had the time to pick off Pixie Three before the Cyn could lock on her weapons. The enemy figured wrong. Her fingers pressed the trigger down and several streaks of green blazed forward before ultimately crashing into the Sovereign fighter. The shield absorbed her initial attack but even so the pilot remained intent on finishing off her wingmate Pixie Three.

“Pixie Three evade upwards on my count,” Cyn ordered, her hands pulled her TIE upwards, “-Now!” Cyn finished. Pixie Three pulled upwards and the Sovereign Pilot foolishly followed, Cyn fired and watched her stream of laser fire crash into the fighter craft. This time the shields did not hold and the fighter exploded in front of Cyn.

“Pixie Three form up, we got more bandits to take care of,” Cyn voiced as Pixie Three maneuvered back onto Cyn’s flank.

The fighting had only just escalated and Cyn saw no real end in sight. At least not now, not until I’ve done enough.

 

[Isaac Stover]

The Galactic Empire - Defense Battery - Jungle/Rocky Approach​

Allies: [member="Corric Tassadar"] , [member="Mark Hawkins"] , [member=DT-2319] , [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] , [member=Nyx]
Enemies: [member=Cynan Hague] , [member=Slaask] , [member="Cassus Stoma"] , [member="Vash Rico"] , [member="Sekhmet Sarang"]

As expected, one of his squadmates seemed to have stumbled across something while on their search, probably using logic to find likely approach vectors and using their skills as a Death Trooper to go from there. As much as GORGON would've liked to have an asset as valuable as an intelligence leak, they hadn't recieved, let alone acted on, any such thing. Double checking his squadmates' position in relation to the distant gunfire, Isaac signalled for his team to come about and double-team it back to the creek, which they then followed upstream to its source just over 100 meters along the ridge behind the AECO reargaurd, taking care to stay low to remain unseen.

Taking cover amongst the rocks on the ridge, Isaac observed the opposition as flares suddenly turned rainy gloom to day as they arced into the air. Shielded from any adverse effects by his helmet's visro's flashguard, Isaac grinned as he heard his squad leader call in a fire mission, then transfer spotting duties to him. 15 seconds after 43's call for fire went out, Isaac heard Basque call out SPLASH over the comms. Ten seconds after that, and multiple HE shells slammed into the ridgeline a scant 30 meters from the AECO's pointman, spraying their position with shrapnel. Triggering his longe range comms, Isaac contacted the artillery battery.

"Basque, this is Gorgon 1-4, good splash. Requesting contact fire mission, over."

"Basque copies, Gorgon 1-4. Send it."

"Maintain target coordinates at Grid ES 3798 1008. Enemy force still in open, requesting HE, fire for effect, danger close. Over."

"Roger; Grid ES 3798 1008, fire for effect. Break. Battery 1, 2 HE, danger close. 25 seconds, out."

With that, a continuous barrage of explosive wrath was sent to hammer the ridge-line just beyond Team 12's current position. To increase its effectiveness, Isaac ordered his men to open fire, pouring a barrage of plasma into the AECO team's flank from a hopefully unexpected direction, with the intent being to drive them further along the ridge into the incoming arty barrage. If the firestorm of Imperial small arms fire didn't cut down the covert operators, then the shrapnel and blast wave of the long-range shells surely would.

 

[Cassus Stoma]

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Allies: [member="Cynan Hague"], [member="Sekhmet Sarang"], @Slassk, [member="Vash Rico"]​

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Adversaries: [member="Nyx"], [member="Isaac Stover"], @Corric Tassader, [member="Labkahip Mordulla"], [member="Mark Hawkins"]​

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It was ever unfortunate that a leak had appeared within their ranks, perhaps otherwise a more successful operation could of occurred. The Defense Battery may have been neutralized with minimal deaths, even on both sides. Yet it was now the Sovereignty's Elite Troopers were forced to act and act aggressively, even bringing down as many of these men as they possibly could - if they were to perish in the ensuing firefight. However, everything was unknown and incapable of being determined as of yet. Even with the ground ready to rumble, as it were.

Cassus moved underneath the rain as it fell from the sky, bouncing from his armor that was black as night itself. Difficult to spot, and difficult to retain a prolonged eye upon. The slugthrower within his grip shifted, finding the barrel pointed towards the enemy below as multiple silent shots disembarked his rifle only to find them in the bodies of Stormtroopers. In the brief that came between a reload his eyes shifted in the direction of both Slassk and Sekhmet, and Sekhmet experienced the rumbling ground and falling sky just as Cassus had. Yet hers was simply less favorable.

The explosions detonated the ground, casting it aflame and as if a world-ending earthquake was to happen. The younger man simply dived downwards, his head peering upwards for the briefest of moments to witness what appeared to be a Covert Operative disappear in the flames and smoke of a shell. Never to be seen again. It was rough, it was fear inspiring, and he deemed himself lucky to be alive.

 

[Zedd Harkor]

Lord Admiral Zedd Harkor​

Location: Hyperspace → Orbit of Zenith Prime​

Team: Naval Engagement (Space)​

Allies: [member="Tylane of Isobe"], [member="Caine D. Slarr"]​

Enemies: [member="Krieg Merriden"] (Directly Engaging)​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-Pm1z9WMJo​

“Lord Admiral, sir.", spoke up a communications officer, looking to catch the attention of his superior; "Enemy fleet is focusing all fire on RNV Reparate Hope. Enemy vessels are diverting attention from Task Group 111. I repeat, enemy vessels are diverting fire from Task Group 111.”

“The Reparate Hope will hold.”, affirmed Harkor, in a confident manner of speaking, knowing they’ve to have some gambit with a fleet of their size. “What’s the status on the Auxillia-class?”. Asked Harkor, who was looking to capitalize on a vulnerable ship, whom of which, along with the rest of the Imperial Fleet, was essentially caught in a classic hammer-and-anvil position against the joint Sovereign-Republic Remnant Forces. Conversely, however, it would seem that the Imperial Fleet was making a mistake, turning it's back to the Sovereign Navy in an engagement such as this. Harkor deftly recognized this mistake. But, Harkor, always quick to restrain himself, was instead quick not to buy such a precarious position on behalf of the Imperial Fleet. He would not close in, in terms of distance, but one could be certain that he would still bring down the hammer of god itself onto the Imperial fleet for insulting his presence with making such a mistake.

“Shields on board the Auxillia-class are heavily damaged – systems still calculating exact percentage.”, informed the communications officer; “Orders, sir?”

“Order all Main Forward Batteries of SNV Amalgamation to concentrate on the exposed port and stern sides of that Auxillia-class. Utilize Concussion Missiles, Heavy Turbolaser fire, Ion Weaponry - give her all she's got. Scramble fighters for escort operations on those Concussion Missiles. Prep screening vessels for long-range turbolaser fire if any waves of TIE-fighter squadrons are feeling brave enough to engage our escort. I want that thing out of commission. Now."

“Sending orders now, Lord Admiral, sir.”, informed the communications officer to the Lord Admiral. Several moments later, a repertoire of heavy turbolaser fire emerged from several of the main forward batteries aboard the Amalgamation, along with a collection of several other ion torpedoes emerging from their silos to assault either the shields of the Auxillia-class, or otherwise damage the ship’s functionality.

“Now, order vessels: Godfather, Militancy, Undisputed, Solidarity, Basilisk, Exterminator, Gladius, to engage the stern-side of those Imperial-class Star Destroyers with Ion Weaponry, or otherwise heavy turbolaser fire; I want to even the playing field for the Republic Remnant by lowering the shields of the Imperials. Utilize SNV Amalgamation's dual orbital auto-cannons for an assist, as well. Once we’re through, send for the concussion missiles, and continue to target the engines; I plan on keeping our advantage, and I want them immobilized. Maintain Distance. Open Fire.”

In an instant, from then onward, an array of ion weaponry and turbolaser fire emerged from the various batteries aboard the Godfather, Militancy, Undisputed, and Solidarity, along with a large bombardment from the orbital auto cannons on board the SNV Amalgamation, in an attempt to pierce, or otherwise hinder the shields of Imperial-class Star Destroyers, and if then, to disable the ship's engines.

Spoiler: Task Force Zerek

Task Force Zerek:

Task Group 111:
Task Force & Task Group 111 Commander: Lord Admiral Zedd Harkor
Location: Zenith Prime
Fleet:
Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser - SNV Amalgamation
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Adviser-Class Carrier - SNV Godfather
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Militancy
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Undisputed
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Solidarity
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser - SNV Basilisk
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser - SNV Exterminator
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser - SNV Gladius
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Bedlam-Class Assault Frigate
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100

Task Group 112:
Task Group 112 Commander: Admiral Caine D. Slarr
Location: Hyperspace/Zenith Prime
Fleet:
Arbitrator Class Battlecruiser Ballista
Myrmidon Class Star-Destroyer x2
Obtruder Class Medium Cruiser x2
Partisan Class Frigate-Carrier x2

Task Group 113:
Task Group 113 Commander: Vice Admiral NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
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Task Group 114:
Task Group 114 Commander: Rear Admiral NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
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Task Group 115:
Task Group 115 Commander: Commodore NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
-

Independent Naval Contractors:

Alexandera Feanor
Location: Variable
Fleet:
TBA

Alexzander Miles
Location: Variable
Fleet:
TBA

Tylane of Isobe
Location: Variable
Fleet:
Flagship: RNV Reparate Hope
Hull: 100/100 | Shield: 100/100
2 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Dawn Breaker
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Havoc's Hammer
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Billet-class Cruiser: RNV Herald
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
6 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Solace
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Staccato
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Rapscallion
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Spoiler: Actions

- SNV Amalgamation engaging Auxillia-class Star Destroyer with heavy long-range turbolaser fire, ion cannons, and concussion missiles, in stern region; extra fighters scrambled for escort operations on concussion missiles.
- Screening Vessels (ie. 1x Obtruder-class Medium Cruisers & 1x Bedlam-class Assault Frigate) prepped for long-range fire, in the event of an extra amount of TIE-fighters for escort operations.
- SNV Vessels: Godfather, Undisputed, Militancy, Solidarity, Exterminator, and Basilisk, engaging stern region of Imperial-class Star Destroyers (Resilience, Masterful, Scourge), with heavy turbolaser fire, ion cannons, and concussion missiles; Also Using SNV Amalgamation's Orbital Auto-Cannons.

Edit: Clarified and fixed typos.

 

[Proxy-1]

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NPC post for [member="Cynan Hague"]​

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At first, there was silence - only the rain and the bellowing combat. Then, midst a garbled burst, came a distorted voice.
"Acknowledged - leak, leak, leak. Wait one. Over." What remained of the channel fell into a screeching series of beeps and whines before fading out of earshot, the trademark of a frequency re-scrambling. Those familiar with the intricate web that was naval special operations would be familiar with the procedure: with a leak came voice distortion, followed by randomizing the encryption serials. Staff would be almost entirely replaced and all but the bare minimum would be cut out of the loop. It was a serious call to make - one that almost always promised that a witch hunt would follow.

Briefly, the radio panel on the leaders heads up display would waver, before the new serials would be forcefully injected and initiated. The voice came back only a moment later, but this time, it was clear:
"Vev-1-Actual, this is Watchdog. Leak acknowledged and quarantined. Tactical scan running, prepare to receive data in approximately FIGURES: 30 senth. Burn-strike run approved, estimated time of arrival: FIGURES: 1 mern, 40 senth. Combined arms units standing by to reinforce your position. Acknowledge data. Over."

Well overhead, several faint flashes burst from a looming carrier, beckoning specs in the sky presumably carrying what the leader had called for.

It appeared the invasion was escalating early.

 

[Savoh Muska]

Objective: Sabotage Fort Mason
Location: Fort Mason
Allies: The Sovereignty
Enemy: Galactic Empire

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Sneaking back down the stairs he'd jump back onto the walk way after seeing the it was clear. The small mobile medical barracks lined around the inside of the wall. He could tell from the medic symbol that were on each one. Also from what he could tell is that they weren't in use, yet at least. Considering that a war was currently being fought at the moment they were going to be getting quite the influx of injured pretty soon. Sadly for them they won't be able to have enough working supplies. Seeing that in the base half of the mobile barracks were for housing and the rest were medical Savoh would head back over to the side that he came in since that was the side lined with the medical rooms.

Once there he took out his thermal detonators, they'd been primed to go off at a slightly later time. But just before he let them loose vehicles were beginning to exit the compound. They were sending medics out to the battle now, to get the injured and bring them back instead of waiting for them to come on their own time. After they'd left it seemed that most of the base was empty now. Then after getting his thermal detonators ready once more the alarm went off. 'Dang, they must've found their officer knocked out.' The Ubese thought to himself.

With now more time to waste he began chucking the explosives at the medic mobile structures. After he threw his last one he could hear soldiers shouting and checking around the complex. So with his job here done he leaped off the wall, his cybernetic legs hitting the ground he made a rushed stealthy escape. Right as he was leaving the first thermal detonator went off, then the next, and the next. Surely that could get the job done. Running into the wet and raining jungle he didn't look back as the spot lights searched around for what they might of thought to be an assault on Fort Mason.

 

[Aeth Deschart]

Location: Zenith Prime Space
Allies: [member="Zedd Harkor"], [member="Caine D. Slarr"], The Sovereignty
Enemies: The Galactic Empire, [member="Krieg Merriden"]
Objective: Space Superiority

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"Enemy fleet has halted its advance and is deploying fighters."

The latter part was expected. With the run and gun of her fighters she'd anticipated the enemy commander would realize his error and launch his own fighters for counter measure. Of course by the time he'd done so her fighters, thanks to their SLAM drives, were already pretty much on top of him, unleashing salvos of torpedoes on his ships. A lot of torpedoes. Regardless, their commander was continuing to make errors. He focused his attention on their smaller fleet while leaving his ships unprotected from the rear, which left the Sovereignty fleet to pummel him nearly uncontested. She tapped a finger against the back of her hand as she clasped them behind her back; the only sign of her pleasure with the situation.

"Shield status?" she asked.

"Sixty-five percent under present barrage."

"Focus shields front, have the Dawn Breaker move into shield position, full shields to her front. Slow the fleet to one quarter reverse thrust."

While the Sovereignty fleet attacked, and even though her command ship was firing on the enemy as well, she was not going to make a direct advance. She didn't have a need to. If the enemy began to turn on the Sovereignty, she could advance and annihilate them from behind. If they kept their attention on her, only their long range guns could hit, and she had plenty of ships that could move into position to keep their shields more or less fresh. The first mistake this commander had made, in her royal opinion, had been becoming an Imperial. The second had been choosing to target the smaller fleet while leaving a stronger one at his back. It was certainly something she had every intention of taking advantage of.

"Status of our fighters?"

"We've lost about a dozen so far. Mostly from retaliatory launches of enemy fighters, but the rest are holding."

"Keep them in the mix. It'll keep them distracted on what's happening in their vicinity. Continue to focus our long range guns on the enemy flagship. Target their command tower."

"Yes, ma'am."

This wasn't over. Far from it. There was still the opportunity that the Imperial commander could turn everything around into his or her favor. There was the chance of another fleet arriving from nearby to help defend the world and swing the battle into the favor of the Empire. There were a lot of things that could happen. For that reason, she decided she was going to make a maneuver to keep her rear in the clear since it was the most vulnerable spot in her fleet at the moment.

"Have the Solace and Staccato make a turn to put their guns full ahead away from our rear. Begin sensors sweeps of that area in preparation for likely enemy arrival."

Actions

Spoiler

1. Fleet continues in reverse, but at one quarter speed.
2. RNV Reparate Hope fires long range guns on enemy flag ship.
3. Fighter torpedo salvo launched on ISD's. One squadron's worth of fighters lost due to fighter retaliation.
4. RNV Dawn Breaker moves forward and slightly below the RNV Reparate Hope to draw fire and allow shield regeneration on the flag ship.
5. RNV Solace, and RNV Staccato begin to turn around to face away from the fleet in the direction of travel.

1st Fleet of the Republic

Spoiler

Flagship: RNV Reparate Hope
Hull: 100/100 | Shield: 65/100
2 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Dawn Breaker
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Havoc's Hammer
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Billet-class Cruiser: RNV Herald
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
5 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Solace
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Staccato
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Rapscallion
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

 

[Corric Tassadar]

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Defense Battery - Outskirts​

Enemies: [member="Cassus Stoma"] | [member="Sekhmet Sarang"] | [member="Cynan Hague"] | [member="Slaask"] | [member="Vash Rico"]​

Allies: [member="Isaac Stover"] | [member="Mark Hawkins"] | [member="DT-2319"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]​

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Oh it'll burn ya​

That's all there was to it​

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Corric was unimpressed: in his six years of service as a soldier of the Empire he had seen two reactions when ambushed, and those were to charge forward or to sit and hunker down. Feeling the scars running down his back he could teach a thing or two to these black operatives a thing or two about what not to do when engaged by an enemy of unknown force strength.

Small spoiler, hunkering down only meant letting the enemy take the initiative. Still he had to give them credit: when he heard the whine of a bomber on the horizon he felt a brief shiver running down his spine. The enemy had their own fire support and he didn't want to be there when it arrived.

However where there was one problem, there certainly exists another; not necessarily problems for a single party. Running air strikes this close to an anti-air defensive battery showed desperation and fear: an enemy who fears you is an enemy easily manipulated. As the bomber crested the horizon bringing its payload, the fire control radars managed to picked the signal of a fast moving bandit and immediately notified the guns of the battery, who in turn locked onto the fast-mover.

A missile trailed from the very same guns the infiltration team was sent to destroy on an intercept course with their bomber: whether it hit or not was a non-issue, as the pilot at least had the brains to swerve away and deploy their countermeasures, angel flares trailing behind it.

Yet where one missile exists, another one was sure to be around somewhere. Blindsided, the second missile exploded just close enough to critically damage the air craft and forcing the pilot to drop his payload- some 150 meters behind the death troopers; far away that the entire ambush unit wasn't going to become toast, but close enough that the fire was certainly going to become a problem for all of them. The bomber to its credit, kept its course and limped away trailing smoke rather than flares this time.

A scout trooper cries out in pain, bringing his attention back to reality: clutching his shoulder, his friend kept his rifle away and tried to move him out of the line of fire but a sudden burst of accurate fire punched through his chest plate, dropping him with a sudden gurgle of blood.

'43 clicked his mic once back at their medic to give them their last moments of comfort.

Looking around in the neon green environment, he shouldered his rifle and took aim at the big hulking fellow somewhere towards the rear and popped off a few shots noncommittally before taking a knee and pulling out a canister from his tactical pouch: pulling the pin out, Corric chucked the grenade further than any ordinary man would have thrown it, a line of smoke trailing its descent.

"RAELXXESUAASTXXGND; DNVSKXEDRUENMEOAAC." he barked over the intercom. He placed a hand however on '19's shoulder and jerked his chin at the group of unidentified enemies. "ROYEEXELVTIAOXNTTG." Corric added. The clone didn't bother to reply but instead fired another shot, hearing another cry in the distance.

The squad leader waited until the smoke expanded in volume, breaking apart most of the opposing parties vision of each other as Basque's shells delivered its final salvo on the unit, smashing thunderously in a cacophony of shock and power. Whoever these fellows were, as Corric delivered three clicks from his mic, they were going to get a rude awakening. Switching grips on his weapon, he activated the underbarrel attachment and broke open the breach to make sure he had thermal rounds on- which he did.

Angling the weapon and 'guess-timating' the range to his target he fired the grenade with a dull 'thump', quickly followed by another as the trooper automatically reloaded the weapon with frightening efficiency. Returning back to its assault configuration, he gave his unit orders to quickly advance north of the rocky pass, where the intruders had come from, in order to cut off their lines of escape.

If there was one thing Corric didn't like about their rifle was that it lacked a bayonet hook, as he sullenly slung the rifle back and drew out his firearm and knife: time for him to do what he did best.

"IILLKLLILKKL!" cried the officer as dirt exploded behind the balls of his feet, charging through the smoke screen.

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Keys for decoder:

1. Gorgon
2. Terror

Handy Link: Here

 

[Inyri Takan]

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Allies​

[member="Varik Ice"], [member="Koda Fett"], Various NPC Guardians (10)​

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Enemies​

Inquisitorius Garrison​

(Directly engaging [member="Seto Du Couteau"])​

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Hot Blood​

You turn your back, you're a broken man​

You come around and just dying to shake your hand​

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She felt little remorse for what had happened today, least of all for the faceless. Her friends had faces. It was easier to compartmentalize that way. Inyri lingered briefly in a corridor as she glanced around, attempting to ground herself and begin to find a logical way through the rest of the facility. Briefly, something ached in her side; the adrenaline and shock from the previous explosion were running out and her body was beginning to realize how much strain and stress was being put on it.

Push onwards. Upwards. Once that shield is down, reinforcements can come. Gritting her teeth hard, her grip tightened on the hilt of her lightsaber and she kept moving, taking the steps of a stairwell two at a time now to reach the next level. Varik had said the necessary security terminals would be higher up in the base.

It was a game of cat and mouse now, between herself and the Inquisitor from before. Like looming night he was on her tail. The solitary nature of the mission now weighed heavily on her shoulders; little desire to fight, just a violent need to complete what she had come here to do. Once that was done, we'll go home. This'll be over. We can go home.

All of us.

Fighting back a cough, like a bird with a broken wing she powered onwards. Thankfully, the chaos of their attack and various ships crashing into the base were more than adequate to throw personnel into disarray, leaving Inyri to stalk eerily empty hallways as hell erupted below. On occasion, she'd find a guard or two left to ensure their areas remained secure, but nothing they had in terms of ordinance compared to a lightsaber's blade.

Spoiler: Fight Notes

Detective's on the case!

 

[Lemon]

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Allies: The Sovereignty​

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Adversaries: The Galactic Empire​

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Evicting the memory from the most deepest, darkest parts of my mind.​

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Fett was unmoving and lost in thought, lost in a memory he didn't want to relive. The statue ahead of him saw the Commandos of Clawbird Team, striking a pose they certainly never did; he would know, he was one of them. His cold eyes shifted from each figure to the next, witnessing they got everything down to the damage on the armor and the patterns that made them unique. In their own right, they were. There weren't many that were like them, truth be told. It didn't matter much now, anyways, they are all dead.

Not only their numbers but their names were preserved, he could smile at that but still he didn't. The Bounty Hunter was lost in staring at 'Doubles', staring at himself, wondering why and how he was lead to this. Fett knew the answer, but he wanted to believe there was something else, an external factor that pushed him here. Yet, finally he concluded there wasn't one. Instead for the briefest of moments he relished in the 'reunion' and a felt a peace that wouldn't last.

With one final glance he said goodbye, unthinking and unfeeling in the actions to come. A charge here, a charge there, charges just about everywhere to destroy ever last inkling of this statue, the legacy and memory it carried. To say the explosion that followed was overkill was an understatement. Nothing remained, and he found no solace in it. The thought of them, the dreams and nightmares would persist as always. Though at the very least he could say he tried.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

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Location: Inquisitor Garrison​

Enemies: The Sovereignty​

Allies: The Galactic Empire [member="Esmond Morcus"] | [member="Lannis Morcus"]​

Directly Engaging: [member="Inyri Takan"]​

Actions: Alerted Garrison of Sovereign Intruders & giving chase​

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Another deep breath, and another and another, Seto felt himself struggling to keep up his pace and keep his pain in check. Just think happy thoughts Seto mused, as his Comm-Unit burst into life with more news of the continuous siege on their Imperial Strong Hold. Seto sighed. He continued to move through the hallways, often he found remains of guards and army troops unlucky enough to cross paths with Seto's target. But this was fortunate, she would take time to dispatch these guards, and even a little time was all Seto needed to catch up.

Seto realised that he was following his target towards one of the main security rooms, She could cause a lot of havoc with our defenses if she knows what she's after Seto thought, from simply removing key officers from relaying information to compromising their intelligence. Seto knew how seconds mattered in any battle, important seconds lost because key information unable to reach the battlefield. The importance of reaching her before her sabotage could cause serious harm to their war effort became more paramount with each step Seto took. His face showed a grim determination as his body looked worse for wear.

Footsteps up ahead were heard as Seto gathered his strength and used the Force to leap forward and gain ground quickly. He could see his target's figure well enough after he landed, her blade shined brightly and Seto ignited both of his blade. The crimson and emerald blades on either side as Seto moved forward. His breath coming in quickly as he tried to relax himself and ready for this next confrontation.

"Hey!" Seto yelled out, "-It is quite rude to leave while in a middle of our Sabaac game!" Seto declared, jokes and quips to make both Seto relax and to keep his opponent wondering if he'll ever get serious. He forced a smile on his face, "Of course throwing me like some rag doll isn't exactly how I would get out of a bad gamble," Seto added, a forced laugh erupted from him.

Too bad I forgot my deck of cards. . .

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[Taa Nul]

Allies: The Inquisitorious
Enemies: [member="Varik Ice"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mou5G869iYc​

Morcus did not anticipate Ice's sudden attempt at disarming him. He'd taught him better than he thought, a small smile forming on the Grand Inquisitor's lips as his blade was sent flying from his hand. He swiftly moved back however, to avoid the oncoming kick. "Well played, Inquisitor Ice. But you should know by now.....", he said, in an amused tone as he suddenly thrusted his hands forth, unleashing a torrent of force lightning at his enemy in an attempt to blast him away. ".....I'm always willing to adapt."

When he'd acquired some distance from Varik, he swiftly removed his long cloak, tossing it off the side of the cliff and exposing the Inquisitorial uniform he'd been garbed in beneath, an Inquisitorial double-bladed spinning lightsaber affixed to the back of his chestplate. He retrieved it, activating it's double-bladed mode before adopting a defensive stance. "At last. A fight that might be worthy of my time."

 

[LT-137]

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Camp Verd // Zenith Prime.​

The Golden Company, Seventh Legion. Contractually bound to the Galactic Empire.​

Objective: Defend Camp Verd.​

Equipment: See Codex NPC Submission.​

Complement: Forty Sun Guards, and Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transports.​

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When the first salvo of hand-held artillery began, all time had lost meaning across the breadth of the defences. Seconds had bled into minutes, and in turn, those measurements of time had spilled into hours - much like oil skirting over the surface of ice. Though their visors no doubt kept a recollection of the ever-ticking chronometer, it became nothing more than an afterthought in the face of the enemy. If they took their eyes off the swarming tides of flesh that scaled the fields before their barricades, these supposed elite soldiers of the Galactic Empire would be gunned down like any ordinary sentient being. Though they had been caught in the midst of inspection and left unawares because of incompetent command staff, they never wavered in the face of the enemy. Even when the towers fell, cored out by heavy munitions and ruined by the subsequent explosions, and their turbolasers went silent - the stormtroopers held the line. It was something that the Golden Tribune had found himself respecting, despite the fact that many began showing signs of breaking.

Their friends, hell, even their family, was taken from this world and violently cast into the afterlife by one, simple mistake. Their helmet crested the battlements by an inch, or they were too early and jumped up before the rest of the comrades. Their mistakes and errors in judgement had cost them their lives - and those that remained projected their anguish over the connected channel, causing quite the ruckus amongst those that remained. Khonsu felt his feelings of respect, over the opening moments of the battle, sour swiftly into revulsion. These men, these supposed fighting elites, had begun to weaken the bonds of their mental conditioning, and debase themselves on the firing line. Had his men started blubbering like suckling babes, the Sun Guard would’ve shot them all on the spot. Then again, their warrior cultures were different. These Imperials prided themselves on being the hammer that smashed entire worlds into compliance, but when an enemy sought to tear down everything that they have built? Well, suffice to say, the imperfections began to show.

Training, no matter how gruelling or comprehensive, would eventually unravel when faced with overwhelming odds. Many, who were weaker than their compatriots, would find themselves cowering behind the parapets with their rifles in hand. There they would chant meaningless mantras to overcome their fear. Such men, and women, as Khonsu had noted, were unworthy of the life they so fearfully sought to safeguard. It chafed his nerves raw, as he ducked behind the parapet and replaced the power cell in his mobility shield. He wanted to end their misery, and the infectious aura of cowardice they sought to unconsciousnessly spread amongst their comrades. Soldiers like them didn’t deserve to live under the Sun’s graces. However, as they were yet another of his Imperial paymasters, the Sun Guard was unable to end their lives without having to add another enemy to his list.

So, the Thyrsian bit his tongue; slammed home another cartridge of quarrels into his weapon, and swung the gauss rifle over the barbican’s walls to unleash the rising tides of his aggression.

That was when the Tribune had seen the most peculiar thing, one that stayed his taloned hand and denied his kill counter another tally. Towering woven standards; amidst the rising tide of flesh and armour, that billowed with the ethereal waves of fire-bathed breeze and ash. It was a strangely alluring tapestry, but as the symbols and unit designations were unfamiliar, the waving banners became nothing more than another potential target of opportunity. Though it was an archaic method of rallying the hearts of fighting men and women, the Tribune couldn’t deny its effectiveness. The enemy fought harder and sought to protect these revered bearers with their very lives if targeted. It made things difficult to counter with what they had one hand, and it would’ve been foolish of him to order his pilot’s into the air. They wouldn’t have done much in the long run, but it would’ve been enough to perhaps…

Khonsu was unable to finish that line of thought as the wall near his position exploded in a shower of duracrete and plastoid. He wasn’t able to see the contingent of combat engineers that had approached under cover of their friend’s weapons, unmolested by the garrisoned defenders as their fire was drawn to other targets by their officer’s commands. If the man had been standing, and able to think without his mind erupting into a thousand different shades of agony. The concussive blast had knocked him, and several members of his cohort, from their feet - smashing their power armoured forms against the grated deck. He groaned with effort, as the man fought to recover his senses and his footing thereafter. As his taloned fingers latched onto the porous surface of the floor, he began hearing shouts -

Breach. The wall was breached!

When the mists of anguish had parted, Khonsu knew that it was only a matter of time until Camp Verd was taken, or reduced to ruin. He wouldn’t have long, nor would the Imperials - despite the measures they had brought to bear to defy their newfound foe. It wouldn’t matter in the long run, with the measured strikes from the Sovereignty across the breadth of Zenith Prime, there would be to relief force that would come to break the siege. Instead, they would have to make do with what they had and hope that the enemy would accept their terms - if the light of victory was all but lost. Until that moment had come to pass, however, the Golden Company was paid for their services, and it wouldn’t do for word to get around that they reneged on a contract.

With his service rifle in hand once more, the Tribune made for the breach - signalling his men to follow suit. The Golden Company, with their shimmering deflector shields humming true, would hold the ruptured chasm for a time; allowing for the Imperials to fall back into the camp’s interior and make themselves ready for a last stand. At least, that’s what Khonsu had hoped for, as the Base’s commander had closed the transmission, but sounded less than confident in their chances of victory. As the squads of Stormtroopers began their orderly withdrawal, they were driven from their positions by liquid jets of projected flame - which clung to their black bodyglove's like a jealous lover.

The breach now belonged to the Sovereignty, but as the Sun Guards rushed forth to plug the gap, they slung aside their gauss rifles and drew their force pikes. With the resonating field contained within active, and thrumming with barely constrained violence, the Golden Company would descend upon the rushing tides of the enemy’s infantry - and engage them at close quarters. Perhaps, with this arrogant act of martial heroism, they would give pause to the endless tide of armoured flesh and purchase the Empire what time it would need to fortify itself within the centre of Camp Verd.

Though with the future uncertain and the Sun Guard’s hopelessly outnumbered, it was only a matter of time until these Golden armoured devils were struck down, and ground underfoot by the advancing bulwark of black and gold...

[member="Vestille Thumahra"] | @Theodosia Naphrite​