First Order: A Land After Time [Dominion of G'Rho]

[Koshka Scalvez]

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The Ssi-Ruuk were a very interesting species to observe, in Koshka's opinion, and this made him a bit more excited about hunting them. They were developed enough as sentients to have and maintain camping equivalent supplies, yet they still held onto behavior patterns similar to their ancestors. Near the inside of the camp, they grazed, relaxed and went about their casual business without paying any mind to much of their surroundings; a way of conserving energy in case of an emergency. Just around the perimeter of their safe zone, raptor guards regularly patrolled the immediate vicinity with critical gaze.

Attacking the camp head on and sneaking in would be a death sentence. So, whenever a hunter is posed against the staggering problem of being outnumbered, they had to be crafty. Natural predator enemies of ancient Ssi-Ruuk would wait in stealth and ambush weaker or highly unaware targets that became separated from the main herd. Koshka's best bet was to angle away from the main encampment of Ssi-Ruuk and try to pick off as many of those separated patrollers as possible.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective Two: Hardline.
Post Three.

And that was that. It was no longer necessary to indulge in the ridiculous questions of [member="Rexus Wenck"] the High Marshal had decided. Already, the troops were off.

In the mines however, A'sharad led the way, orange lightsabre beam carving a path through the flesh of P'w'echk and other slave soldier ilk as he went. Soldiers secured the area as they went, though despite the Sith Lord's never ending charge into the cave system, Heads-up Display showcasing the last known location of the VIP, he had hardly halted in his charge. That is, until he came to a wide open room, full of weapons and a large mine, extensively used evidently based off the amount of mining equipment left about.

It appeared that those that struck at other parts of the mine were distracting the main bulk of the Ssi-Ruuvi Forces. Thanks to the efforts of [member="Pharazon Draken"]'s Platoon. The Sith Lord's forces were more or less unimpeded as they carved a line through the ranks of slave soldiers.

Glancing behind him, he expected to see the members from the Order of Ren there, those being [member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Ara Ren"], and had they gone off on their own, the Sith Lord would've contacted one of the many officers that was in position within the mine and said, "Direct the Ren to my location. We begin closing in on our target."

Switching his gaze around to location Captain Wenck, he says, "Captain. When we get to our target..." Likely, he stared into the mans visor long enough to make sure he was paying attention before he said, "Kill everything." There was a lingering look through that visor, a piercing gaze from Darth Vyrassu before he turned away, and started off, deeper into the mine. It paid to be cautious in a situation like this. This deep, the Ssi-Ruuk warriors were likely unaware of the attack. Though, A'sharad was of the mind that they were still vastly outnumbered, even with the advantageous surprise attack, if they didn't hurry, other positions would be overrun.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Tracking Enemy Sniper Team
Objective: Darwin
Post 1


Preliat found them- after about two days of hunting. He had been sent early, landing by himself- and operating by himself, mostly. Sleep hadn't come for him, he hadn't been afforded that luxury in quite some time while on-station. The sniper team, for a bunch of lizards, was pretty good. But Preliat was very good. He had found them because of their shit. Their shit lead them to their current position. He determined that there were three of them. Their position couldn't have been more than a hundred meters away, when he heard the shot- and a mortar team, even through the thick mist, was down a man. And then a second shot fell a second stormtrooper. They were using slugthrowers. The jungle would give no quarter to the stormtroopers- they were fighting an alien race, on their home turf.

Not particularly good for the invading force most of the time. But the First Order, as belligerent and as weak as most of them were, did their jobs. They hacked and slashed, and sloppily moved through the forest. Like he said before, they operated as a sledgehammer rather than a razor. Which had been working out for them. Preliat moved rapidly through the woods, ducking and dodging branches. He was ensnared into a trap- a snare, to be exact. It drew him upwards by his foot. The loud sound made one of the team take interest into who, or what had set off their trap.

Preliat withdrew the knife that hung from his vest. No armor here. Too hot- too loud. He dangled there, held up by his right leg. He played dead. The lizard came forward, and poked the barrel of his rifle into Preliat's chest. Preliat lashed out, slapping the barrel away with one hand and driving the knife right into the throat of the lizard. The beskar knife went through the lizard's skin like paper. He couldn't scream- hard to do that when your windpipe was being sliced open. Preliat pulled his head downward, grinding his neck on it, before throwing his bleeding body away. He would die in less than a minute.

The other three scattered, probably to encircle Preliat. Preliat reached up, cutting himself down. As he fell, his rifle fell to the ground- and the first order blaster, as decent as it was, was not meant to survive a fall from a height from a tree. It broke- and Preliat cursed himself for not selecting a Mandalorian rifle in lieu of the rifles that the stormtroopers used.

Now, all he had was a knife against three pissed off, well armed and from what he could tell, well trained enemies. They had no reason to live- their home base was destroyed. This was a fight to death. They were going to take out as many they could before they died. Preliat twirled the knife, crouching low, scanning with his naked eye. He breathed slowly, taking in the situation. This, was not particularly good on his end. But he faced worse.

 

[Eugen Aker]

"Strength that is never touched by ruthlessness is touchingly irresponsible." ~Darth Vectivus​

Location: Orbit over G'rho
Objective: Recycling, Objective 3 (Unit Development, BYOO)
Allies: First Order
Opposition: Ssi-Ruuk
2/20

The clear dark sky overhead a far off Ssi-Ruuk air base designated "Roost" would fill with the lights of thousands of heat shields going through reentry. While Ssi-Ruuk capabilities in the space had been crippled by jamming in orbit, that wasn't the case planetside, so they were able to respond quickly with deployments of drones, and AA emplacements. Many reentry pods were destroyed, but there was so many of them being dumped onto the surface by the FOSB directed assault flotilla that it didn't matter.

Suravi actually wanted her new Ssi-Ruuk foe to shoot down as many as the first wave as possible. To make the shock all the worse when they were confronted with one horrifying revelation as those landing pod that made it to ground burst open: That they had just killed hundreds of their own.

Reconditioned Ssi-Ruuk would stream out of the pods, mindlessly throwing themselves at key defenses or charging against entrenched opposition with zero regards for their well-being. Her pets made excellent progress, many of the enemy Ssi-Ruuk still petrified by the prospect of killing their own. Her Ssi-Ruuk had no such qualms, gunning down everything before them. During the slaughter, there were more than a few times that former comrades were pitted against each other in mortal combat.

While Roost was now in a state of utter chaos with Ssi-Ruuk on Ssi-Ruuk fighting, Suravi would follow up in the second wave of drops. Pods in this wave broke apart in mid-air, revealing their complement of several cells of elite Sun Guard, back up by companies of rogue Yinchorri Dragoons loyal to the warlord. They buzzed over the battlefield by repulsor and flutter pack bombarding all Ssi-Ruuk below with disruptor rifles and mortar guns.

Clad in crimson armor that matched the style of Sun Guard, the warlord skimmed right along the surface, cutting down Ssi-Ruuk left and right as she zipped passed them, doling out much decapitation and disembowelment as she blasted away chunks of flesh with her pair of force pikes. They were a blur of silver around her as she performed her deadly dance among the mobs. It was said that a single member of Palpatine's Imperial Guard out in the field of battle had been enough to invoke terror in their enemies. As a descendent of that hallowed group of warriors, she was looking to do much the same as she introduced herself to her new neighbors. The Republic had arrived.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: 1​

Post: 4​

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It was over with a final thrust of her blade through a Ssi-Ruu abdomen. Sam breathed a sigh of relief that the alarm had gone unraised. They'd successfully managed to keep their foe from any communications devices during their massacre.

"Excellent work, the both of you." Sam began to speak while tucking her lightsaber away. "With our primary-" then she saw it. The bleeding figure of [member="Mishel Ren"]. "Shut it down," she snapped to [member="Zmej Ren"], pointing at one of the consoles and dashed over to the newest Ren.

"Mishel?" Sam firmly grabbed the young woman's arm to inspect the damage, resisting the urge to grimace. Samka wasn't the squeamish type but there was something about someone so innocent so grievously wounded, maybe the fact that Sam knew the woman. She was plenty used to seeing people get hurt but not people she knew. "We can fix this, just focus on me. Does it hurt?" Sam did her best to alleviate what pain she could with the Force but she was no Jedi healer.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective 3
Post 3

Jaron nodded in approval as his apprentice slowly unraveled the tree into a pile of dust. The forest and the need to clear a landing zone for the incoming transports would offer plenty of opportunity for Kaalia to practice and perfect this skill. While it wasn't a skill reserved only to those who embraced the dark side, it had been one she was unfamiliar with. Jaron couldn't understand why she had not learned this sooner. With a shrug, Jaron answered her question.

"Hid it from you, didn't trust you with it, I can't be sure, but the use can be twisted. If you can do this to a tree, imagine the ways in which you can torture a person to get the information you need. There is so much raw power that can be yours if you simply reach out for it. The force flows around us and the dark side is strong."

There was a moment we're Jaron considered showing her more, but as he looked to the sky he could see the ships which were gathering in the stars just above their location. He nodded to his apprentice, indicating for her to continue. There would be more for them to do, and more materials for Kaalia to practice this skill on. The tree was easy, but stone and metal would challenge her psyche. Which would be stronger?

"For now, let's finish this clearing. There will be more to learn afterward."

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 5
With: [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Kad Forgrin"]


Without hesitation or a pause to catch a breath, the blonde’s armoured figure swiftly moved to the console, stepping over the deceased saurian that more often than not bore searing orange lines carved through their bodies, smoke still rising from the grisly wounds. Not a single thought concerning Mishel’s well-being crossed her mind as she switched her focus to another objective, leaving Samka to worry about her young charge’s state. Gauntleted fingers hammered commands into the console, through which Zmej effectively gained control over the hanger. Fortunately enough, the Saurians used a friendly enough interface that got enough information across, letting Zmej operate it without serious difficulty. Swiftly disabling alarms and automated defence systems became a priority, both of which she completed before delivering more orders to the machine. Holoscreens showed shields flickered to life across the hangers, blocking all ships from fleeing the doomed base.

And so the flies would be trapped with several fat spiders!

Satisfied with her work, the armoured disciple turned around. Metallic thuds of metal kissing metal came from behind Samka as Zmej approached. Not a single word left her mouth – her hand placed something down and opened it. A standard medpac, offering just enough to save a life. In this case, it would do more than a Force healer, bringing immediate results and putting an end to loss of blood. Although no medic, she did have a basic training to put the medpac's contents to good use if necessary, and thus Zmej treated Mishel's injuries to the best of her abilities.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia wasn't at all surprised by his answer. She saw the Jedi as a group of misguided fools now, who held her down. The redhead made sure to remember what he said, nothing less than eager to learn the power she could wield. Her smirk was hidden by her coat's collar, but her eyes revealed her emotions. She walked over to another tree, and repeated the process. "If this is just the start, then I cannot even begin to imagine how powerful this could be." The once sturdy object was turned to dust, and Kaalia started to understand it more clearly. He called out to finish the clearing, and she obliged. "Understood."

The woman now walked over to a large rock, curious to how a different object would react to her attempt to break it. Finding its weak spot was harder than the trees she took down earlier, but when she did she forced her will through it. It took more strength to crumble it than the tree, forcing her to draw upon the dark side around her more. When she did, the object started crumbling, and when it was reduced to but a small pile the redhead looked satisfied. She didn't rest however, and quickly walked over to the next object to shatter.

"I have an inkling of your past, but I'd be interested in learning more." It was important to Kaalia to have a bond with her teacher, so that they could work together well. She would being lying to say there wasn't any curiosity though.

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: 2
Post: 2

The thrill of bloodlust burned through her, her eyes glowing with amber and garnet as she cut a path through the slave soldiers behind [member="Asharad Graush"] and his unit of troopers. The bright amber blade moving with efficiency and precision, each motion finding a target and incapacitating it without an over expenditure of energy. The troopers accompanying their unit spreading out to protect their sides and guarding the rear as the two Ren and the Sith Lord made their way through the twisting cavern system.

A pain filled scream rent the air as a soldier to her left was brought down in a shower of claws and fang, the P'w'eck slave turning to hiss at the Disciple in his line of sight. Another soldier brought down in swipe of the claw, the beast charging at the woman.

Blaster shots fired around her, none of them doing more than bloodying the creature and then he was within striking distance. Claws came at her face, two quick steps backwards moving her out of range of the motion before she ducked under the flying claws and snapping beak. Her saber came up, two quick slashes to the torso followed up by an arching sweep to the neck.

A hissing screech cut off sharply, followed by two thuds as head and body hit the ground separately. Disengaging from her opponent, Ara paused to take stock of the room around them, looking for the familiar visage and armor of [member="Kyrel Ren"].

The cracking and distorted voice of an officer echoed through the comm unit in her mask, directing her a little further into the cavern system where the sith lord continued to carve his way through the combatants. Without another glance at the cooling body of the slave behind her, she set off after the leader of their unit.

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

"Arrrraaaggh," Mishel grunted, seething through her teeth as she looked at the gore, falling to her knees. Lightsaber once more clattered on the ground the bodies of the dead saurians laid scattered about, [member="Zmej Ren"] completed their mission just as @Samka Derith initially saw to Mishel. Her eyes glinted a heavy amber as she stared at the stump that was her arm without the hand. Her hand still twitched in the mouth of the now extinct hostile. Blood dripped from the stump, nerves, bone and muscle hung out wildly with the air hitting the grevious injury without a care. Does it hurt? Mishel only shot Sam a very enraged look, of course it hurt calling her lightsaber to her with the good hand as Zmej approached with a medpac and began to see to the injuries. Shaking her head, "back."

Her teeth grit against one another as she took several deep breaths and used her lightsaber to cauterize the wound. "Let's go," she remarked. "And thank you, I'm fine." Walking toward the saurian that held her hand its mouth, she sliced off his jaw and took her hand from its grasp. Blood dripped down along the ground leaving a trail behind them. "What is our next objective?" She asked refocusing her mind from the pain that still shot up her arm.

Objective 1
Post 7

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

If Ishana had thought that this mission was going to be a routine carpet bomb without any issues, she was wrong. "Ah feth, Smokes looks like we got company," she told @Pierce Fortan III, "hope you brought some good ammo on your birds." Switching communications she spoke with her squad, "alright Fiends, keep your payload at all costs but if you have to ditch you better find the sweetest target on the ground to ditch, copy?" A volume of replies were made and she looked at her radar, "hostiles inbound, twelve kilos, eleven kilos, ten kilos, nine-" Her bomber shook from the missile fire that grazed along the side of her canopy. "Alright scales, you wanna wrastle? Le's wrastle." Ishana pushed up on her throttle forcing her bomber to climb, trapping the enemy fighter between her and her squad she chuckled hearing the thing bust behind her rolling out of the way of the debris the Songbird checked her payload- still intact. Good.

Objective 3
Post 8

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Objective Three
Post One

The Slave took care as he moved through the bushes, keeping low as his clothes were kept tight to him. Armed with little more than a vibroblade and supplies, he krept through the foliage to his target. He was tasked to killing an opposing political figure, somewhat of a pain in the First Order and their attempt at domineering the planet. With his voice silenced, much of the populace will simply roll over to their presence rather than seek to fight, so long as he is killed before he becomes large enough to be a martyr.

A few of the Ssi-ruuk passed by him, his body carefully concealed in the underbrush. In his hand, he held the knife he was given with a white knuckled grip, carefully with holding deep breaths to not give away his position. He was armed with so little likely as a joke from his master more than anything else, but to him it was a test of his capacity, of his loyalty.

She had saved him from his captivity. To him, he was free, and he'd let her know how grateful he was.

As the patrol passed, The Slave made his move down the forest path. The camp was still a distance ahead of him, he just had to make sure he wasn't caught before then.

 

[Eugen Aker]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Ssi-Ruuk Base “Roost”, G’Rho[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 (Unit development, BYOO)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: First Order[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Opposition: Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]3/25

To[/SIZE] their credit, despite the effectiveness of her shock tactic of utilizing Ssi-Ruuk POWs, her opponents still put up quite the resistance. On an individual level, they fought with the strength of a Wookie, but with the grace of Echani.

Though it was only a matter of time until they would fall, with her maniacal subjects rampaging on the surfacing tearing up everything in sight, and her regulars in the air just blasting away at troop concentrations.

However, the Ssi-Ruuk still seemed to have a nasty surprise in store as she worked her way closer to the inner perimeter with her hordes. From the base, a line of gunmetal figures rushed towards the front. As they came closer into view, their definition became more clear, a skeletal form that vaguely resembled Krath war droidshttp://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net...est/scale-to-width-down/500?cb=20081205054125.

She could feel a few center their attention on her, then tilt their heads as their faces lit up with flashes of golden light. She dropped to the ground as the air above her lit up with several lances of particle beams. In the air, some of her Dragoons and Sun Guards were practically sawed in half from the high energy beams.

She landed down amongst a pocket of enemy Ssi-Ruuk to avoid a similar fate. All together they fired upon the big red target that was Suravi, but she twirled her twin pikes to block incoming bolts while dashing toward their flank to limit the volume of fire they could bring to bear. When engaging multiple opponents, any good warrior knew they to maneuver pick each one off individually or risk being overwhelmed.

Like a javelin, she threw her pike at the lead before Ssi-Ruu’s chest with inhuman strength. They were flung backward as the pike hit home and blew out their chest, sending close comrades stumbling as the carcass crashed into them.

She was already charging forward while the pike was still rocketing through the air, so she was able to pluck it up from the dead Ssi-Ruu just as she catapulted into the air into a forward tumble. With each rotation, she tagged the Ssi-Ruuk on their head or neck to blast away their skull or head entirely. The air around her would fill with the spray of blood and fleshy bits.

While still sailing through the air, she could feel one of those enteched monstrosities charging her way. It fired its beam weapon, which she blocked with one of her pikes as she came down, then flitted away out of its trajectory.

The attack had ruined the pike she had blocked with earlier, leaving the graphite shaft red and twisted. Never letting anything go to waste, she chucked it at the incoming war droid to throw it off balance as she charged it while performing a zig-zag motion to avoid fire from the head beam.

She could see now that her pikes alone weren’t going to do much good against this particular foe. Something more was required. She reached for her side, unclipping an aurodium and electrum hilt from her belt. With a mental command, the lightsaber came alive with a hiss, generating a fine blade of violet light. Underneath her helmet, she smiled as she had finally been presented with a real challenge from these death machines of the Ssi-Ruuk. Now the real fun had begun.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective 2
Post 3
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Asharad Graush"]
Kyrel was completely lost within the battle as he moved he fed on his opponents fear, and allowed his rage to guide his actions. He narrowly avoided shells as they were falling all around creating deep craters, and blaster bolts zoomed through the air. He had never felt more at peace than he had done so now. He used powerful swings and chops at his lizard enemies, the sounds of there screams were music to his ears as he had given into the dark side enjoying it's fiery embrace while in return it granted him strength and death to his enemies. He hacked and slashed mercilessly through the horde of soldiers, helping in turn provide some opening for the stormtroopers to gain some ground.

Than through the midst of the chaos, confusion, and bloodshed he had heard an officer call out for both him, and [member="Ara Ren"] to follow the Sith Lord into the caves. Kyrel started blocking blaster bolts as he made his way towards his Sister Ren and the Sith, even though he was enjoying himself immensely, however he needed to stick to the task at hand and he would do just that. He slowly went inside the caves and did his best to move quickly following behind the Sith Lord as they went about there task.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 3
Post 9

The Shield-Bearers threw the dead saurians down between doorways and other places to bottle neck traffic. They had only hoped that their operation would assist with what would eventually be the downfall of the Ssi-Ruuk. Payment for Skye, Virgilia and Dosuun it'd all any of them had really thought about for a while now as they sat in the silence. Only moments ago had they cleaned the facility of the scales, and it'd been a bloody moment.

Ranulph had the rest of his men charge in, shields met with claws, talons ripped toward plastoid as blades of steel crushed their way into the meat and bones of the xenofilth. Blaster fire shot down those unfortunate enough to charge, and it was not without their own losses. They lost a few men to the corridor attacks and their dead now laid up against the wall with their shields in their laps. "Here they come!" Viramontes shouted over communications as a large roar of blaster fire from their rifles could be heard.

Shields bashing against the saurians, blades seeking to quench their bloodlust. Ranulph's own blade would meet with the xenos. Plunging between a set of scales, his boot kicked the saurian off as he swept the blade down and his shield hit up, twice and he swore he heard the jaw of this filthy scaled animal crack. Good he thought to himself, "for AVALONIA!" He turned on his feet as his shield met with the talons of another xenofilth he pushed them over, he noticed now where he was just outside the main compound in the open and that suited him just as well.

His blade slashed once, and then twice he'd deflect another hit with his shield and then move to slash the arm off of the saurian hit him with the shield again turn around and stab the creature in the back. His white plastoid armor now bore the splashes of saurian blood and he watched as his sergeant took her blade and swept down across one saurian and took out the legs of another and her shield came back up to meet the first one's counter attack with ease.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 3
Post 2

"I always bring the good ammo," responded Pierce conversationally. "I'd be up Poodoo Hyperlane without a navicomp without it." He threw the ship into a twisting dive, switching directions on the fly so that when he climbed back up again, he was facing the scales in their fighters. "Look at them. Damned ugly, even apart from their manifest misdeeds," he commented grimly as he tracked one of the fighters with his targeting computer. He pressed his thumbs down on the studs controlling his laser cannons and the Ssi-Ruuk ship blasted apart, venting the lizard freak inside. He made a noise of satisfaction.

"Alright scales, you wanna wrastle? Le's wrastle."

He cut to his private channel, addressing [member="BB-10R2"] in the socket behind. "She's talking about wrastling again, Bartoo. Make this one a double."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 3
Post 3

BB-10R2 was assisting his master, Captain [member="Pierce Fortan III"], with the running of his ship while the Captain concentrated on combat. He was feeding information into Pierce's heads-up display while monitoring the ship's systems and outputs. This was not to say that he couldn't very well dispense Fortan's drink at the same time, but he found himself unable to comply with the Captain, and made the droid equivalent of a sad trombone as means of refusal. Bartoo was not sure what 'wrastling' was but he was sure that [member="Ishana Pavanos"] wouldn't identify it as such unless that's what it was.

//APOLOGETIC STATEMENT: I'M SORRY, CAPTAIN FORTAN III.

The droid squealed as a passing laser beam scorched the ion engine panel on the starboard side, sending a spike of feedback through the system.

//EXPLANATORY STATEMENT: FIRST ORDER SPACE COMBAT GUIDELINES PROHIBIT THE DISPENSATION OR CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES DURING A COMBAT SITUATION, OR A SITUATION WHERE A COMBAT SITUATION IS LIKELY TO OCCUR.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 - Darwin’s Command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: G’Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon, Ruined Ssi-Ruuk Defensive Emplacement[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 5.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The vengeful Stormtroopers surged forward and slammed into the beleaguered saurian defenders of the defence gun with bayonets glinting and presented, reflecting the ominous red flashes of blasters fired as the Stormtroopers advanced. Some of the Ssi-Ruuk were more composed than their brethren and fired upon the advancing Stormtroopers, but it would do them little good. Several Stormtroopers were hit and wounded, with one falling to the ground, though the others and the non-wounded continued their charge. Their helmet’s amplified speakers broadcast a horrific battle roar from the company as they surged into the battered saurian line. Durasteel and blaster bolt ripped through flesh and bodies collided in massive thumps as the Stormtroopers hit the Ssi-Ruuk line, many impaling their saurian foes on their blasters and bayonets like the pikes of old, before shooting them off with fully charged blaster bolts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Slamming into a massive saurian, Pharazon embedded his bayonet deep into the xeno’s chest as the force of their collision sent the alien to the ground. Blasting the Ssi-Ruuk in the head for good measure, Pharazon lunged into the fray. Blasting P’w’eck and Ssi-Ruuk warriors indiscriminately Pharazon led the Stormtroopers like a spearhead into the exposed heart of the saurian survivors. After the initial combat was won by the Stormtroopers, they reformed into a line and marched grimly, inexorably forward in the face of the now shattered and running Ssi-Ruuk and P’w’eck. They fired as they advanced, covering the other platoons that were moving throughout the facility as a part of Pharazon’s attack plan. They advanced, ever onward, leaving a steady flow of smoking corpses beneath their armoured feet as they pushed the survivors into a dead end against the wall. There then came no offer of mercy, nor did the Ssi-Ruuk as for any. There was only a torrent of blaster fire that ripped and tore through the defiant till the last warriors, then silence. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]All was still, until a single sound broke the quiet, a pitiful though deep groaning from a wounded Ssi-Ruuk warrior, unable to move its legs likely due to its spine having been shattered by a Stormtrooper. Pharazon and his Lieutenants walked over to the xenos and studied it momentarily. It was bleeding, unable to move, obviously in extreme pain, and very likely to die in short order. Pharazon took his blaster pistol from its holster and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]levelled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] it at the alien’s head, sneering imperiously down at it from within his helmet. He was about to kill the xenos before a thought occurred to him as he saw the creature’s communication device. [/SIZE]By the mists I hope this xenos at least understands basic...

[SIZE=11pt]Seizing the alien by the throat Pharazon barked an order at it. “Tell your leaders we are here and have occupied the ruins of your pitiful base, now!” Pharazon roared at the alien, jabbing at its wounds to cloud its thinking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I will end your suffering the moment you do” he said next to the thing, as if to emphasise his point removing his boot from one of the alien’s shattered limbs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Not seeing the alien make any move Pharazon moved his foot back over the limb, which seemed to be all the encouragement the [/SIZE]dying [SIZE=11pt]Ssi-Ruuk needed before he sent a short message over his com in their alien [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]tongue[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. He then looked to Pharazon with pleading in his eyes, and a look almost as if begging, from one warrior to another, end it. Pharazon fired.[/SIZE]

“All Platoon’s retreat back into the tree line on the double, if we are stupidly lucky we may be able to catch their reinforcements unawares, now lets move, on the double, Grenadiers!”[SIZE=11pt] he yelled over his command net as he led the company out of the now [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]burning[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and destroyed defensive emplacement back down the hill into the forest from where they first attacked and where the mortar teams were waiting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I do hope that Ssi-Ruuk did not tell them to bomb the site from orbit, or destroy it with a missile [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]barrage[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]… [/SIZE]is all Pharazon could think as the 189th made their way back into the forest.

 

[Alleycat]

Objective: 3 - Darwin's Command
Location: G'Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon (Sniper perch, tree line of nearby forest)
Allies: FO
In Vicinity: [member="Pharazon Draken"] & 189th Company
Gear in bio
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Sasha Starkos closed her jade-colored eyes and took a couple of breaths to relax as many muscles as possible before reopening them in hopes of finding she was in a natural point of aim, which the Corellian markswoman was with the crosshairs of her sniper rifle centered on the desired target; a Ssi-Ruuk military leader, poor red-scaled sap. Another breath was taken and at the natural pause in the respiration cycle, Sasha placed her right index finger low on the trigger and applied initial pressure with the desired point of aim present. The redhead increased steady pressure through the respiratory pause keeping her finger on the trigger all the way to the rear.

As the killing shot was fired, the Stormsniper kept her camouflaged helmeted-head in firm contact with the stock weld and continued to look through the scope tube, staying relaxed and avoiding any reaction to the recoil and noise, then released the trigger only after the recoil had stopped. It wasn't an easy thing to do, take a life in cold blood safely from a distance because it felt cheap even cowardly, but Fire Lily or Red as Starkos was nicknamed was good at her trade, and if that meant one less enemy taking the life of a comrade, then so be it. She would gladly cover their backs from afar with precision.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 3
Post 10

By now Ranulph's pristine white armor was now covered in the blood of his enemies, but he thirsted for more. His shield met with the skull of another Saurian while his blade plunged deep into its flesh, his eyes met that of his victim and he saw another scaled bastard coming for his back. Turning his shield around, blade still deep within the muscles of the one Saurian. The lieutenant's shield clashed with the second Saurian's muzzle a sickening sound was heard just as the two met. Blaster bolts struck into the creature's back as Ranulph brought his shield back down into his victim where his blade juttered left and right. His body weight thrown into the push his shield bashed into the skull of the first Saurian once more. Boot to the now dead creature as he ripped his blade out and turned to see his unit working their weight against the Saurians. "LET THEM REMEMBER THIS DAY! REMEMBER SKYE! REMEMBER VIRGILLIA AND REMEMBER AVALONIA!"

The fires of the compound began to burn claws and talons working to rip through armor, blades and blasters sounding against them. Pikes and other polearms coming into the mix, Ranulph sidestepped one and then two before being knocked to the ground by a large and rather muscular Saurian. Before he had time to react he was being picked up and throw into a fence. Shaking his head he took a breath, focusing on the creature as it tried to charge him. Gritting his teeth he was glad for his helmet so that this beast could not see his face or the blood that poured from his nose. Reading his blade he took a defensive stance and as the creature neared him he deflected countering the charge and then plunging his blade forward but it struck air as the Saurian moved and whipped him with the tail sending the Lieutenant down to his back.