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

[Hansen]

Thalera Isianthar
G'rho Orbit, FIV Ashira, Bridge.

With a rebreather sitting over the bridge of her nose and fastened around her high cheekbones and angular jaw. Sanguine hair tied back into a long ponytail tucked into her grey Imperial Tunic with two rows of coloured squares pinned on her tunic's breast; Identifying the Eldorai woman as an Imperial Governor. Thalera's hands sit behind her back folded together sheathed in a pair of black leather gloves to conceal crimson-painted nails. Maroon spheres peer through the dark veil of space from behind transparisteel triangle shaped windows. Standing at the helm of her Interdictor Cruiser; The FIV Ashira. Named after the Eldorai's premier goddess whom the characteristic of wisdom and order is applied to. But Thalera was no Theocrat and surely enough she isn't a monarchist no. How could one support the people who had abandoned them? The answer is simple, you couldn't. With the narrowing of eyes and an alert of some large ship approaching from a Human crewman. "Charge gravity wells and put our tractor beam crews on standby." Thalera's voice was a silky smooth despite the mechanical reverb imparted onto it by her Rebreather mask; The Eldorai suffered from Hyperoxia in normal breathable atmospheres such as those breathed by Humans, the Rebreather was attached to an enviro-pack held to Thalera's trousers by belt and connected to the mask by some hard albeit flexible tube. Around each of Thalera's thighs is a cured and fine leather holster holding some antiquated DC-17 Hand Blaster, which Thalera had taken a liking to for their design and the blue plasma-charged bolts they discharged.

[member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 6
[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Mishel Ren"]


A bacta patch, one injection of painkillers to murder the pain – not much else Zmej could do right now, plus Mishel had zero intention of doing things like that anyway. The act of ruthlessly vaporizing a small part of living tissue immediately cauterized the stump, thus removing all chances to possibly rush the crippled disciple to the First Order’s surgeons and have the hand attached back. A small chance for sure, yet some preferred even the smallest percentage over cybernetic replacements. It spoke of the brunette’s devotion to the mission, and while admirable, Zmej found herself growing increasingly nervous.

Watching over a heavily injured Ren while sabotaging the enemy outpost was one of the situations written by the unpredictable hands of life itself. How the armoured disciple dealt with it remained to be seen, but staying calm offered a solid foundation to build her plan on. Unnaturally yellow eyes flashed under the helmet, a fresh batch of anger about to erase all doubt and fill the dark side disciple’s blonde head with productive vibes.

“We take out the armoury,” announced the masked disciple, voice unwavering, “There’s still time before the entire base is alerted.”

Ripping out the beast's claws before it awoke, so to speak.

Just as she declared, Zmej moved back to the turbolift, stepping over the deceased lizard-like sentients. Drops of concern tried to extinguish or at least appease the young woman’s burning flames, yet not even her fellow disciple’s hand was a sacrifice great enough to make her stop or simply look back. Death itself would have to devour Zmej’s body and soul to stop her relentless stroll forth, every move carried out in her Father’s name.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Engage Ssi-Ruuvi Naval Force (BYOO)​

Location: G'rho​

FIV Accuser​

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"Captain, coming out of hyperspace in the G'rho system in 5.......4......3.....2......1."​

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The Accuser lurched out of hyperspace coming face to face with the FIV Ashira.​

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"HELM HARD TO PORT!"​

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Collision alarms signaled throughout the Accuser. The Resurgent was more than capable of just going through the Immobilizer 418, but it was a friendly ship and Aran didn't want to cause friendly casualties. The Accuser as slow as she was, was able to miss the 418 even with the small window of success.​

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"Commander Halsey, get the comms over to that 418, and ask them why in the abyss they are where they are."​

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"Aye Captain. Immobilizer, this is the FIV Accuser, state your assignment to this sector."​

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Aran looked from the bridge of his ship rubbing his chin, somewhat furious that no one in Fleet command told him of any Interdiction cruisers in the area, could it have been captured by the Ssi-Ruuvi, though possible, nothing was in the pipe about anyone loosing one in battle. It is possible that no one was alive to report it captured, but there would still be news of a missing Interdictor....He was quite puzzled with it's appearance here, and patiently awaited a response from said ship's command.​

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[member="Thalera Isianthar"]​

 

[Hansen]

Thalera Isianthar
G'rho Orbit, FIV Ashira, Bridge.

Thalera's eyes shoot open and her head recoils back to be confronted with a massive battlecruiser hurtling straight towards her Interdictor Cruiser which dwarfed so much as to be twice the length of her own vessel. "Ashira's Mercy! All engines back, emergency!" The entire bridge crew is whipped into a panic and the chief repeats the order over the comm to the engine room and Thalera's body is thrust forward by the momentum of her cruiser jerking away from the Resurgent, stopped from slamming into the transparisteel by both of her gloved hands. At least from the glimpse, she took of the vessel as it came out of hyperspace confirmed her hope; It was a First Order Vessel. With the Resurgent passing over the Ashira, Thalera is given the opportunity to examine the Resurgent's Ventral Hull with its hanger drifting towards the Ashira's starboard side. "All engines, stop!" And with that, the KDY Ion Engines flicker silent and the bridge crew aboard the FIV Ashira regain their sense of balance and calm for a moment. The head of communication alerts Thalera to an incoming message from the 'FIV Accuser' and the Eldorai woman gives the man a brief nod. Thalera casts a glance over the shoulder and saunters towards the holo-table just in front of the Bridge's door, her index finger finds the transmission button and then both hands clasp at the metal rail that reaches around the holo-tables circumference. "This is Governor-General Isianthar of the FIV Interdictor Cruiser 'Ashira' to whom am I speaking?" Thalera releases her grip on the holo table's rail and leans back, folding arms across her breast unimpressed. She'd identified herself and her cruiser and waited somewhat irritably for a reply. This was reflected in her tone and the Halsey would be able to hear the Governor's ire. She'd refused to answer the question out of a professional suspicion for the sudden arrival, though as of yet believed she is speaking to the Accuser's Captain.

[member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: 3 - Darwin's Command​

Location: G'Rho - Drop Zone: Bothan (Lowlands, Swamps, Approach of AO​

Allies: FO​

In Vicinity: [member="Pharazon Draken"] & 189th Company, [member="Sasha Starkos"]​

(1)​

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*Fething Stormie's.* It's all that Tyr could think as he slowly but surely made his way through the muck of the lowlands. They'd been dropped at LZ Bothan, several kilometers south of the objective - without any transportation once they hit the ground, and now here they were, the smell of battle fresh on the wind as it washed over the battle scarred base the 189th Co had so violently overtaken. An audible snarl could he heard emanating from the Captain's lips as he spit into the knee deep water, the mud covering their clothes and armor. It wasn't Tyr's plan - but what his plans were were hardly of concern when it came to the chain of command. The Auxiliary, a way to serve your Supreme Leader. Fancy how they leave that bit out, the bit about being handed the worst assignments. It wasn't exactly surprising, the majority of the Auxiliary consisted of non-humans. Oh sure, there were plenty of humans among their number but for varying reasons were disqualified for service in the First Order's Stormtrooper Corps - the Auxiliary had no such limitations. Criminals, Refugees, Citizens of varying planets throughout the First Order's domain filled its ranks.

The soft splash of feet and the ripple of water was all that might alert any stragglers of the Ssi-Ruuk or the P'w'eck as the Auxiliary approached the base from another angle. It was a brief flash of movement that caught Tyr's eye, there, near the edge of the forest. Was that the 189th? Was it the enemy? Another frown creased the ex-convict's tattooed features, reaching down to the activator and kneeling down - he spoke, barely vocalizing as the mic attached to his vocal chords bobbed with his words.

:: 189th, this is the First Auxiliary. We have arrived, at your 9 position. Awaiting orders, IR ID flag activated. ::​

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This wasn't Tyr's first rodeo, in fact, not even his second though high command seemed to want to make it his last. The water lapped against the man's thighs as he kneeled, the rest of his group following suit. Their weapons varied, their armor too - assuming they had any at all. Tyr himself lacked much in the way of armor but made up for it with the large vibro-axe he held coupled with the large shotgun slung over his shoulder. Should they be required to use them, the carnage would be complete.

 

[Alleycat]

Objective: 3 - BYYO Engage the Ssi-Ruuk Navel Force (If our own don't kill us first lol)
Location: Orbit of G'rho
Allies: FO
In Vicinity: [member="Nils Brenner"] (wingman), [member="Aran Piett"] (FIV Accuser), [member="Thalera Isianthar"] (FIV Ashira)
(2)

Gods it was good to be back in a command again. It felt the same though was totally different. Times had changed. Personnel had changed. Daska Tess had changed though she was still the same "Ice Princess" of old since her return from the Unknown Regions. The top secret mission had of course gone sideways, and since it was "off the record", no one came looking for the elite TIE pilot. Daska was barely able to help herself get off the remote planet her ship had crash landed on, but it had taken time, and now the galaxy and more so the First Order had moved on without her in many ways. This though this was her comeback, well so to speak. The ball and bar crawl didn't really count.

The nav computer dinged indicating it was time for reversion. Captain Steele's gloved hand pulled back the hyperdrive lever on the flight console in the spherical-shaped cockpit. A squadron of TIE Defenders from the 181st Starfighter Wing winked into existence above the planet of G'rho. The elite TIE pilots flying the tri-winged fighters were part of Saber Squadron, which had been resurrected with the ramp up of the war with the Galactic Alliance. The hyperdrive-capable Interceptor/Bomber could multitask so was used on a variety of missions. This time they would be lizard bopping as the Ssi-Ruuk were entrenched on the barren Wild Space planet, and the First Order saw fit to annihilate them where ever they tried to take root with a vengeance for the attack on Dosuum; their capital world.

SS-181-1 was always ready for the unexpected when reverting to real space, but the miscommunication of what ships were in the area had nearly cost people's lives and valuable resources the First Order could not afford to lose because of simple mistakes. The incompetence of their own trained fleet was unacceptable.

[ Evasive action! ] Steele keyed over the squadron's comm channel urgently, diving hard to port to evade getting sucked into the wash of the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer as it maneuvered to avoid a collision with an ill-placed Immobilizer 418.

[ Sabers report. ]

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Objective 3
Post 11

"I heard that Smokes," Ishana called out over coms to @Pierce Fortan III as she licked her lips. "Targets in range, dropping down low I'll leave the bogeys to you." Not that she had much of a chance to tango with them, or wrastle as it were. If wrastling meant firing off the mere two laser cannons that the Reign-type bombers possessed than sure. Nine kilos, Ssi-Ruuk fighters began to engage the bombers. Feth, feth, feth she thought and now she really, really wished she had stuck around to get that girl's name. Regrets of life unfortunately as she pushed the bomber down trying to get under a fighter, lining up her laser cannons she let them rip but they only just scratched the belly of the fighter above her. "Smokes, any chance that little rolling bar of yours can conjure up something other than a two o'clock martini?"

The tail end of her bomber got a kiss or two from Ssi-Ruuk fighters, "feth!" She checked the payload and it was still good, thankfully. Last thing she wanted was to go with the load - it would be quite painful but on the bright side, instantaneous so there's a chance she wouldn't feel a thing. "C'mon Smokes, I'm too pretty to die and if I die your life will be massively less entertaining. By the way how's your cousin these days?"

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective III | Engage Hostiles​

Location: In Orbit, G'rho​

Allies: First Order​

AO: [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Thalera Isianthar"]​

(2)​

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SS-181-2. That was his designation. It felt almost strange to be in the cockpit again, injuries and mental strain had taken its toll on the young TIE Ace - he'd been sentenced to a mandatory leave of absence. Combat piloting was a high stress environment by its very nature, even more so when you'd begun to form a close bond with those around you. Losing any number of your flight, your squadron, even your wing felt like a personal wound, a dagger driven deep into the core of your being - or at least that's how Nils had described it in his journal. Always riding the line between alert and hyperalert, it was no surprise to the young pilot that when he heard the command to divert course his action was immediate, mirroring that of his lead. His mind forcefully torn from his thoughts switched just then, his piercing eyes scanning his readouts as his grip tightened on the controls. A tensing of his jaw was the only indication he made at the rapid course adjustment, his voice cutting in clear and even over the comms as he replied to Saber One's inquiry.

:: Saber 2, on your six. How's that for a wakeup call? ::​

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It was more of a rhetorical question, a statement aimed at containing what anger had flared up as he watched the hull of the Immobilizer streak past his viewport. It was fleeting however, the calm and cool demeanor of the pilot returning with little more than a deep breath and a quick adjustment of his energy distribution. Mirroring Saber 1's movements, he kept his turn tight, his control steady.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Engage Ssi-Ruuvi Naval Force (BYOO)​

Location: G'rho​

FIV Accuser​

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"This is Governor-General Isianthar of the FIV Interdictor Cruiser 'Ashira' to whom am I speaking?" ​

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"This is Commander Maree Halsey, of the FIV Accuser. We weren't expecting anyone to be here jumping in sorry about that."​

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"Commander Status?"​

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"Captain, it is Governor-General Isianthar?"​

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Aran looked just as confused as Cmdr. Halsey spoke. Neither knew who they were speaking to. Most naval operations weren't a concern of Planetary Governors, so Aran wasn't sure how to react to a Governor being present for this engagement.​

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"Commander, let them know why we are here and inform them again we are sorry for the sudden arrival."​

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"Aye sir." Halsey turned back to the comms terminal. "Ashira again we are sorry for the sudden arrival, our intentions are to engage the Ssi-Ruuvi naval forces around the planet."​

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"Hanger, Conn. Captain Williams get your squadrons launched and prepare them for engagements."​

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"Conn, Hanger. Aye Sir, getting the squadrons ready."​

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The general alarm rang through out the hanger area as the pilots scrambled to their fighters. Two pilots ran to a pair of T-70 X-wings, grabbing their helmets at the both climbed into their respective fighter. On their helmets were their code names of "Strike" and "Darkstar." Doing their pre-launch check lists going over things they needed to with the ground crew techs that were talking to them from the ladder.​

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[member="Thalera Isianthar"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Daska Tess"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: 3, Defend Against and Destroy First Order Forces
Location: G'rho
SRI Skeetherin
(3)

Humans. His first response had been to scramble the fleet and notify the ground forces - after nearly having a breakdown. Life had not been kind to the Ssi-Ruuk, the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium's assault on Dosuun had gone extremely well. They'd had it! The occupation had been complete, nearly - and then things had taken a turn for the worse. Through both military blunder and the sheer resiliency of the First Order and its forces, the Ssi-Ruuvi had been pushed back, and not only back but beaten and broken - though a remnant had remain on G'rho - a secretive staging ground for another push into First Order space. Apparently they'd not hidden well enough.

Sirsarun had been unfortunate enough to be on the ground, though still he was the head of operations, his fleet in the command of his second, Skoos. Sirsarun paced in the small facility they'd set up planetside. His reptilian eyes glowed with an anger, a frustration as he heard the report come in over the comm - their base had been overrun - the threat had to be responded to. With a series of clicks and whirs, Sirsarun commanded a force be sent at once. With a curt return of clicks, footsteps of a Ssi-Ruuk strike force thundered across the ground. Soon enough that force would reach the base - and respond with such savagery as had not been seen. On Dosuun, the goal was capture of most for entechment - here there was no such mandate. Kill or be killed.

[member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Tyr Helgryndr"] | [member="Sasha Starkos"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Objective 1
Post 12

"Good," Mishel acknowledged [member="Zmej Ren"], as her body relaxed with the pain relievers and bacta flowing through her veins. Making her way to the lift the burning sensations from her now cauterized stub continued to tweak her nerves. Her jaw clenched up, teeth grinding against one another as she slid in between @Samka Derith and Sister Zmej. Closing her eyes she focused on the pain and the energy it would bring her as she channeled it into her own force reserves. "Thank you," she managed to Zmej as she looked at her stub, "at least now I have something in common with Brother [member="Kyrel Ren"]."

There's a pause in conversation as she brings it up to view, "I wonder perhaps if I could use the cybernetic hand to have multiple purposes perhaps a small blade? I've always wondered if we could turn brother Kyrel into a walking music box." Another pause, she's covering for her pain, "much like the device that sister [member="Ara Ren"] uses when she wishes to tune out brother [member="Castor Ren"] when he's speaking. Or when she's planning to-" Mishel stopped there as she didn't quite remember the conversation, "well she had plans for [member="Connor Harrison"], and sister [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] seemed quite upset by them."

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Engage Ssi-Ruuvi Naval Force (BYOO)​

Location: G'rho​

FIV Accuser​

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Aran looked out from the bridge as his fighter squadrons launched around the Accuser. Still no sign of the Ssi-Ruuvi fleet though, this left him a bit perplexed. Calmly rubbing his chin as he looked out around the planet trying to keep an eye out for the Ssi-Ruuvi fleet.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDFns0LA7O0​

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Objective: Engage ground forces​

Location: G'rho​

91st Squadron Black Wing​

"Strike" and "Darkstar"​

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Captain Rachel Faust "Strike" took lead and instructed her wingman Lieutenant Wilk "Darkstar" Hathaway. Their two T-70 X Wings sped off towards the planet to get into orbit. Pulling away from the rest of the 91st squadron, they two had special orders from Capt. Williams.​

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" 'Darkstar' once we hit atmo lock S-foils in attack position and follow me in."​

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"Understood Captain, on your three."​

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Breaking atmo both pilots shifted the S-foils of their X-Wings into attack position, and started to make their run towards the Ssi-Ruuvi base in front of them. Flying over the base once to get positions on key locations, they look down to see it in ruins​

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" 'Strike' I think someone beat us to it."​

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"Indeed 'Darkstar.' Lets look for other targets of opportunities."​

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Flying off away from the base the pilots buzz a column of Ssi-Ruuvi, not knowing it was a strike team heading anywhere, it would be a perfect target for the two.​

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" 'Darkstar' enemy column at 25 mark 6 let hit them from the west."​

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"Roger I'll follow 3 mikes behind you and hit them once you are clear."​

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"Roger."​

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Capt. Faust turned her fighter in for a strafe run on the column, and readied her fingers on the trigger. Blasters shots rang out, and then Faust pulled clear, shortly after Hathaway made his run on the same column.​

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[member="Sirsarun"]​

 

[Hansen]

Thalera Isianthar
G'rho Orbit, FIV Ashira, Bridge.

Thalera's lips stretch into a small smile after being introduced properly to who she is speaking with. "Your apology is noted and accepted Commander. The FIV Ashira is here to detain and scan any civilian or hostile ships attempting to enter or leave the system." Thalera listens to the message containing the intention of the Accusers and gives an approving nod although the Sailor might not have seen that. "Commander Halsey this is Governor Isianthar of the FIV Ashira, we are moving into an escort formation with you." And with that Thalera's voice is thrown over shoulder towards the Bridge's crew. "All engines ahead one-third, helm. Take us into escort formation with the Accuser." Thalera spares a moment to look across the combat information centre to peer out through the distant transparisteel glass to try and catch a glimpse of the massive battlecruiser; Inwardly Thalera was in awe of the vessel, she had seen nothing so large or intimidating in all of her life. Truly, with such tools at their disposal how could the first order fail. Though she still resented Ashira somewhat for the practices of the clergy on Kaeshana. Thalera couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in serving what she perceived to be the forces of Order and by extension Ashira in the Galaxy. Thalera gives a look to the flight control officer and gives him an order with an outward condescending tone. "Have our pilots and support crews prepare the TIE fighters for launch." Thalera's irritation had passed although she was still brooding and grim. Thalera's attention returns to the holo table and waits patiently for another transmission from the Accuser.

[member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 3
Post 4

"Don't talk about my cousin," Pierce said with a laugh. "Don't tell me you buy all that propaganda. I heard some oversexed employee at the Ministry of State is responsible for those racy posters. She's really not that fun or pretty in real -- stang!" The banter was cut off as a Ssi-Ruuk fighter fired at him. He had to throw the ship into diving spin, pulled himself around in a maneuver that threw him against his crash webbing. The only thing that kept him from blacking out was a nifty programming trick he had installed in [member="BB-10R2"] -- he played a highly-pitched, shrill squeal just as the G's threatened to overwhelm him.

He fired his cannons, and one of the fighters broke apart. The other looped around, and Pierce tossed his ship into a tight curve, heading it off and blasting it apart. "See that? No wrasslin' involved, eh, Songbird," Pierce taunted over the open channel. "I'd offer you a cocktail but Bartoo must have had a compliance chip installed with his last maintenance check. He's refusing to pour!"

[member="Ishana Pavanos"]

 

[Skylar Walker]

Objective 2​

Post 1​

Allies:​

~ [member="Rexus Wenck"] ; [member="Asharad Graush"] ~​

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These Ssi-Ruuks were definitely tough things to fight.. Skylar had gotten off of the ship with [member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Ara Ren"] and was immediately thrown into battle. She had been separated from the two and could barely even hear the call for them to follow the Sith into the caves. Either way, she had been fighting four of these lizard dudes and she was getting to the point of having enough. Skye had been blocking blaster bolts and blocking any strikes from weapons and such, but they were gaining on her quickly. Stopping for a second, Skylar closed her eyes and reconnected with the force. Instinctively, she dodged blaster bolts swiftly, doing maneuvers and all sorts of different moves. Then all of a sudden as if a bubble of air exploded, a flurry of gymnastic, fluid and quick strikes were coming from Skye as she moved smoothly, almost as if she was dancing. She held poise and a certain type of grace within her. Speed and accuracy came from the force as she cut through multiple lizard people and she made her way towards the cave when she couldn't spot her master or their Sister of Ren.

Kyrel was easy for her to sense since she had figured out his force presence, having spent most time with him in different ways. Some would remain haunting and painful memories, but others would hold another sort of feeling about them. Either way, the nineteen year old made her way through cutting through the crowd in front of her like a hot knife through butter. She didn't waist any time at all. Once she go to the cave, she turned around and force pushed one of the lizard people away from her, that had been following her. She could have impaled him with her saber, but the force push had been enough and he had landed on a rather sharp stake like item, impaling himself. Smirking, Skye continued into the cave to find Kyrel.

As she was walking through the cave, the sound of bombs could be heard and it shook the cave right around the area she was in.. or at least she could feel the ground shaking. Running a ship many times before, she had gotten used to running on an unsteady ground, so this was nothing but it was still possible to throw her off balance. Skye had learned to run with it though. Soon, Kyrel's force presence grew very strong. She wouldn't hid herself anymore now that there wasn't any danger nearby. There was always a chance of danger, but the other Ren were near.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Objective 3
Post 13

@Pierce Fortan III always managed to put a smile on her face. "I'll have you know that I have done my duty to rip every single one of those racy posters off the walls and I have stored them in various parts of my fighter back on the Concordia, and my locker." She teased and cringed as the bomber took another hit, "yeah well you might wanna work on your handlin'," she shot back at him. "Alright fiends, we're nearing target range prepare to drop your monsters on my mark." The bomber juttered, and screeched with another set of hits, as the Anti-Air began to roar, "fun times at Avalonia High - gotta ask you, Smokes. Why on Dosuun would you let someone put a compliance chip in your bar? That just sounds all kinds of wrong."

"Eight kilos, seven kilos - preparing bomb bay doors."

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 7
[member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]


“Do not stop!” Zmej barked as if the deadly group raced not through enemy territory, but a running course. Propelled by urgency, her heavy steps were the first to echo through the base, followed by those of the disciple’s sisters. Her advance was truly relentless, a proof of her lust to carve her name in history. Every Saurian to get in the dark disciple’s way – dead. She cut them down ruthlessly without a second thought, scarlet lightsaber practically singing and conducting the deadly orchestra of blaster bolts, screams, whizzing of lightsabers. The path left behind resembled apocalyptic images of slaughter, dead saurian obliterated across the floor, reduced to useless carcasses left to rot. Despite beads of sweat cascading down her forehead and several ugly looking scorched marks dotting her armour, Zmej felt right in her element. Trained her entire life to grow into a weapon, fighting felt natural, good. Although her hold over the lightsaber lacked grace, several stabs clearly identifiable as descendants of Makashi pierced the rough scales here and there, each motion a blur announcing red death was about to descent upon the newest victim.

This way, Zmej got to face the majority of lizards, also sparing Mishel another injury. By being in the spotlights, waging a devastating war upon each individual saurian in revenge for the cowardly attack on the First Order, the disciple of Ren also protected her sister by removing some weight off her shoulders. A very good deal, in her opinion. Not like she knew how to do anything else – finding joy in doing her duty and doing it well was all Zmej needed to exist.

The armoury was close. Cutting down some Ssi’ruuk soldiers rushing to the same destination, their deadly claws wielding no weapon, Zmej’s armoured body displayed exceptional finesse and strength, empowered by the almighty dark side. Alarms finally started to honk throughout the base, finally warning its inhabitants. Some tried to escape, going to the sealed hangers. They’d never know their mission was in vain to begin with, adding more to be counted among Zmej’s victims. Heavy puffs leaving her helmet revealed the blonde’s fatigue, yet she could not pause, too caught in the fight to realize her own weakness. As the corridors continued, a wave of red lights finally broke the unstoppable rush for the armoury. Blaster rifles barked from all directions, signing the saurian must have managed to organize in such a short time.

Coming to a halt, knowing even three lightsabers could not defy the offensive barrage of blaster bolts, Zmej Ren tossed herself behind the nearest corner.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 - Darwin’s Command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: G’Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon, Forest Outside Ruined Defensive Emplacement[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 6[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Tyr Helgryndr"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon and his carbon scored and bloodied Stormtroopers huddled low to the earth in the brush under the misty canopy of the forest at the base of the hill were the now burning emplacement had stood. Smoke still spewed forth into the sky to be carried off on the wind in great plumes from the destroyed defence gun, burnt Ssi-Ruuk bodies, and still burning ammunition stockpiles. The mortar teams of the 189th were busy loading their deadly weapons with their devastating ammunition while the rest of the Stormtroopers were addressing any wounds, reloading, or resting their bodies for a few moments before the next stage of their diversionary attacks would begin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon watched and waited as he tracked an incoming Ssi-Ruuk landing shuttle, the reinforcements he knew they would send. As it grew closer and closer to the ruined based, Pharazon sent word throughout the company to ready for immediate combat and received a chorus of affirmative responses back and confirmation the mortars had been properly calibrated and loaded. The arrival of the auxiliaries was fortuitous as well, the shuttle touched down inside the base, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]saurian troops[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] streamed out as Pharazon transmitted his reply to the First Auxiliary. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“First Auxiliary, this is 189th, your orders are to assault the ruined base and kill all those within the moment the 189th’s mortar barrage ends, you shall be supported by the Stormtroopers of the 189th, your troops should surround the base and attack from all sides though I leave all other tactical details and planning in your hands” Pharazon ordered firmly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He turned to his main mortar commander, Staff Sergeant Hydros, nodded, and heard the glorious thump, whistle, and then horrific explosion as the mortars of the entire company launched salvo after salvo against the unaware Ssi-Ruuk.[/SIZE]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Objective 1
Post 14

Mishel watched [member="Zmej Ren"] rush out of the lift slaying everything in her path. Looking down at the stump the teen flicked on the lightsaber with her good hand and followed up after her sister. She took on what was left behind, if there was anything left behind by the blonde's fury. Eventually she put her lightsaber away as running and fighting one handed just wasn't going to work right now. Focusing on what she needed to Mishel drew on the force to help speed her along to keep within distance of the carnage as it happened the air against the stump sent more pain down her nervous system. Pain seemed to be all she truly experienced and so she drew on that her eyes burning in their orange-red hues as she came to a stand still and used her good hand send fire out toward the reinforcements that were being deployed. The clock was ticking and the three sisters would need to sabotage the armory and find a way to get out of this alive.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 8
[member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]


Mishel’s anguish screamed through the Force, sheer effort and power of will becoming one with pain and anger – the final product nothing else than a magnificent wave of fire rushing at the defenders. Flames licked the guards and their cover, spreading panic and terror among the enemy forces. Unprepared, zero idea what to expect, escaping the burning stream’s reach was an instinctive reaction. Scorching some and severely burning others, the flamethrower-esque display of power did not discriminate between cowards and heroes, its warmth meant for anyone who happened to stand in its path. Particularly devastating in close quarters, as the Ssi-ruuk learned.

“Ha! Nice work!” Zmej exclaimed excitedly, taken away by her fellow disciple’s ability to summon and manipulate fire. Without wasting a single precious second, the moment Mishel’s flames died down, the blonde disciple launched into the fray, disregarding personal safety and earning herself even more scorched marks. None penetrated the armour, but her lightsaber faced no trouble eating through theirs. Bruises and similar minor annoyances would be visible on her body once she took the protective shell off, but right now, the Supreme Leader’s Hand seemed unstoppable, perfectly capitalizing on her sister’s raging inferno.

Standing over the corpses and taking a moment to breathe, her eyes watched the door of the armoury. Locked, as expected, but that wasn’t going to stop Zmej now. Enraged still, the disciple reached out. Metallic moans screamed for help, hoping for additional reinforcements to come and gun the Ren down, but the hallways showed no lizard in sight, even if thuds coming from not so far away promised a change soon enough. Without a white knight rushing to the rescue in time, the door started to bend into itself, sturdy metal crumpling and suffering immensely until the armoured figure ripped the entire panel out, tossing it away with thundering racket. Just as the door, Zmej collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily as she landed on her knees.

Open, unable to stop the inevitable from happening, the armoury waited for the conquerors to deliver judgement.

“Destroy it.” The teenager in plate armour hissed at Mishel, finally feeling the effects of exhaustion.