First Order: The World Turned Upside Down [T1 of Kaeshana]

[Ria Misrani]

They had launched their attack a little too soon, she ducked away from an oncoming blade blocking it with her bow. She could feel the wood crack, her feet planted into the mud as the blood of others sprayed out around her. Shifting one foot up she planted a knee into her attacker grabbing his second sword out of his sheath Amunalora made a sweeping motion down. Just as she did so she saw something above her, up in the skies and looked at her enemies and her warband. "C'mon!"

Whatever their grudges, it would have to wait, the wargroup moved forward, "someone call in for reinforcements." Reinforcements, someone who had an Angelii relative that might have a Sarix or Sarzmigar. A more powerful weapon that what they had, she had sheathed her blaster in favor of the bow but now, now the blaster might be a little more useful. "Get low!" She shouted as the group turned from fighting each other to quickly assembling into a unified force. They would not allow outsiders to further manipulate them or their families, far too much of that has already happened from the Droids.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 16

"Agreed," Natasi said as he explained that the pilots should be able to handle themselves, and they did need combat experience. True, they had kicked Sith teeth in at the Omega crisis, but a little reminder was always going to be helpful. "We'll stay back unless something happens," she agreed with [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], her dark eyes studying the map before looking back up to him again when he asked about medical records.

"It's a long story," she said waspishly. "Commodore Rausgeber and I have a history. He is ... shall we say, not a fan. And he likes to toy with me," she added. "If it weren't of fleeting amusement to me, I might sack him, but alas. He has something called Stress Tumors and that causes... erratic behavior, from time to time." She paused. "If he weren't a decent officer I'd have got rid of him ages ago."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post IX
Objective: Lie to a woman's face.

"Captain," Comms said, "The Grand Moff want's a report on the medical files."

"Poodoo," Bailey snapped, "Tell her the medic's finalising him, taking his time for the commodores sake." He added, "Get me medical, I want a false report, out there now."

"We're falsifying a report?" Comms asked.

"Yes, kriffing yes, now go." Bailey snapped, before turning to the engineer, "Find me whoever the hell messed with the sensor array, I want them found and asked for what they'd done!"

"Concordia, Commodore Rausgeber is still being assessed, the physician wishes to be sure of what he has before it's being sent."

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"Hello?" A technician asked, as he stumbled through, "Anyone home?" In the distance, he could hear maniacal laughter. "H-hello?" The technician asked, inching forward. He shone his torch everywhere, and with every step, the howls of laughter seemed to echo louder and louder down the halls. "This is ensign Coulson, I-I don't know, there's something very wrong here. If I die.... Let my Da know I loved him." Closing his eyes, the technician stepped out from behind the corner, and looked at the ground. All he found was Carlyle collapsed in a corridor, laughing like a madman.

 

[Daxin Novari]

Location: The same shuttle that [member="Pierce Fortan III"] is on! Whattatwist!
Post 4

Senior Technician Novari immediately leaped up when it was safe to do so, after the shuttle touched down. He began to hurriedly off-load the supply crates, and hover-crates, and smaller boxes (both hover-capable, and pick-up-able small boxes) with his team. "Go, go, go! You heard the-... Familiar voi-," He could not complete his sentence before [member="Pierce Fortan III"] rushed into the cargo compartment to assist in the off-loading.

"Pierce! I knew there was something special about our flying!" He said excitedly to his old friend, and frequent drinking partner (on the down-low, since enlisted technicians were generally not suppose to fraternize with officers). He waved over the Starfighter pilot and officer, to help him shuffle another crate down the ramp.

"How's it going, sir?" He said, not realizing the answer was apparent. The man was helping!

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 17

Beka Barineker leapt into action at [member="Pierce Fortan III"]'s command. She set her gun down against the bulkhead and began off-loading crates. It was not, strictly speaking, her job or role, but they had to move quickly. She helped Pierce and the technicians unload the crates, stacking them neatly near the beacon. The supplies were medical and scientific in nature. Bits of equipment that would test for radiation, dig through layers of soil, pull out information from the air and debris across the area.

"Ms. Chambers," said Beka as they finished unloading the last few crates. "Are you comfortable waiting here, or should we try to find shelter somewhere while we wait for [member="Valessia Brentioch"]?" She mounted the ramp and picked up her gun, swinging it over her shoulder with its strap before turning to the Principal Private Secretary.

[member="Amunalora Fenariel"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 3

The fight was dragging on now. As much as Kyrel loved his own bloodlust and killing his enemies,even with the very thing he trained in before becoming a Ren. Even he had to admit that it would soon be time for an ending. He moved his fighter swiftly more deeper into the frey. Everytime he saw a fighter he shot continues blasts of green Turbolaser fire making quick work of them. He than concentrated more on their capital ships which were mere corvettes,and freighters but could still be a threat regardless,and said hastily over the comm. I need bombers to form up behind me. It's time we take the fight to them." One of the squadron commanders replied. "Yes sir. Hammer Squadron is with you." He nodded and moved his control yokes in the path of a CR-90 corvette.


Red bolts came firing and several bombers were destroyed in the blasts. He proceeded to provide cover,and carefully escort the bombers to target the shield and bridge. He fired upon the shields knocking them out and providing the bombers with enough time to knock out the shields. He said over the comm. "You are clear hammer squadron." Hammer squadron than went,and launched proton torpedo at the engines and bridge turning the corvette into practically nothing but pieces. He than focused more on the bombers than anything,keeping them from vital sub systems.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Ishana was flying this worthless bucket as fast as it would go, "docking control on FIV Engel - wait a karkin' minute I've got something to give back to you, a few something's actually." She remarked, she didn't wanna chance leaving her squints to rot in radiation down on Nuke-Eldorai land, or what was left of it. Real shame, she heard a great m- no she hadn't heard a lot but it always bites when you lose your home. Still, she was pushing it as fast as she could. "Hey Smokes," she called out to [member="Pierce Fortan III"], "try not to take too many of them out, alright? Leave some for the Songbird, ah c'mon you karkin' piece of schutta!" More pirate fire, "hey, hey, hey!" She shouted, "I'm flyin' here!"

Not one to take it easy, "does this thing have any weapons on it kid?" She's turned to the person next to her, her uh... newb.

"Yeah a docking hatch..."

"Funny."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 18

"Well, I'm walking, aren't I?" Pierce flashed a smile across the crate he was unloading with [member="Daxin Novari"]. "It's been a long time. Where have you been? Actually, you know what, I don't have a lot of time to catch up, but I'm pleased to see you. Pirates. You know, up there?" he pointed his chin skyward and then shuffled the crate over and set it down. "You can catch a ride to the Concordia with me," he told Novari as they headed back for another crate, then another.

"I'd normally hate to leave Ms. Chambers alone here, but she's got Barineker, who my cousin says can take care of her own," he said. "So I don't mind leaving them here together." He walked around the pile of cargo, examining it. "It doesn't look too banged up, does it? All right. Let's get to the Concordia." He high-tailed it back to the shuttle and settled into the pilot's seat. "Hey kid, this is [member="Daxin Novari"]. He's a Senior Senior Technician. These guys are the backbone of our fleet, so you should get to know yours."

 

[Brent Smith]

Location: Deep cover, pirate base
Post: 2
Status: Deep cover
Alias: Jones Logan

Brent turned on his heel in a wide, feigned drunken state. The man who found him was a Zabrak, one who was tragically sober. Brent managed a lop-sided smile and stumbling closer a few steps. He collided with the wall, stumbling onto the counter and all but landing on the Zabrak. The alien grabbed him instinctively, keeping them both from falling over.

"Have you seen dish shtuff? Ish some cool shtuff," Brent said jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

"What? What are you talking about?" the Zabrak gripped him harder, giving Brent a shake, "What the hells are you doing?"

Brent knew he was in hot water, things were going from bad to worse fast and he had to act before this crashed and burned and he died--or worse, got caught. He looked over the Zabrak's shoulder, his face lighting up in happiness, "Oh hallo, Captain, what you doin' all the way out 'ere?"

The Zabrak's head jerked that way instinctively, just long enough for Brent to get the jump on him. With one swift movement, he gripped the silenced C-15 Charric Pistol hidden in his clothes, and pressed it against the Zabrak's stomach. A duo of muffled shots rang out and the Zabrak's eyes grew wider for just a moment--before teetering backwards. The agent gripped him, easing the dying man into the bathroom.

"Nothing personal," he whispered, "Just business."

He closed the door behind him and straitened up. If this rescue was going to work, he had to start moving faster to get things ready. Back strait, he slipped into the shadows and began slinking his way through the shadows. A pair of unlucky men passed by, he ended them both in their tracks with a single shot. Their bodies crumbled to the ground and he stepped over them both with a cold, forward-fixed stare.

[member="Torian Pierce"]

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Location: Bridge of a ship
Post 5

Nodding to the Grand Moff of the greatest Imperial force to ever Imperially exist, [member="Natasi Fortan"], Colonel von Brinkerhoff commented back. "Ah, Rausgeber. I'm familiar with the man, a competent officer with an... Interesting streak, that's for sure. I recall him from the founding of a naval maintenance yard - I forget the name. A good facility, though."

 

[LT-137]

Location: Near the Edges of the Kaeshana System.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Valessia Brentioch"].
Enemies: Diplomatic Attire. Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 4/20

The rattle of leather boots kissing an iron gantry filled Torian’s ears as he made his way towards the cockpit, offering the Soldier some measure of solace in the rhythmic tread. He had almost lost himself in the count before reaching the illuminated pathway towards the shuttle’s proverbial heart and soul, but as the doors had parted to permit him entry - the Sergeant regained his mental foothold.

“Pilot!” He called out, drawing the man’s attention for a fleeting moment.

“Ah!” The man returned, busying himself with minor course corrections. “Sergeant. Just in time.”

Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side and pressing the heel of his palm against the back of the Pilot’s command throne, Torian cocked a quizzical brow.

“In time for-”

“Crew transfers,” The Pilot said, cutting off the Stormtrooper before he could ask what.

“They’re taking the Combat Engineers down to the planet’s surface and unloading some proper gear for you guys. I just got the transmission as you walked in. Seems someone in the FOSB loves you!”

| [member="Brent Smith"] |​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Putting a finger to her lips she motioned for the group to get down, they spread out, ready to close up and intercept the outsiders. She had a blaster but she was one of a few that did, her warband had been about fourteen people strong and her enemy had about twelve, and between them only two of them had blasters. Reinforcements with heavier weapons would arrive but Amunalora knew that they may not make it back in time, as she looked over at the outsiders. They arrived with boxes, aid, no doubt - relief. She watched them both, and studied their clothing. Whoever they were, they were not going to last long on Kaeshana not if she had anything to do with it. "Let Ashira guide my hand," she whispers as she readies her blaster and takes aim at @Beka Barineker.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 18

Beka watched the shuttle lift off, felt the warm wash of the shuttle's engines. She didn't like being out in the open like this; exposed to the elements and God knew what else. She didn't know whether the natives would be pleased to see them; they did come in peace after all. She sighed and glanced at [member="Sioux Chambers"]. "Let's get down between these crates. I don't like being exposed like this..." She dropped to a knee in the canyon that was created by the two piles of relief materials.

It didn't provide a lot of cover, but it was something, and though she didn't know it, her actions caused her to drop out of the sights of [member="Amunalora Fenariel"]'s blaster scope. "Stay down," she told [member="Sioux Chambers"]. "We'll have to wait for the others to arrive."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 4


He kept concentrating more and more on the fighters,and bombers keeping them away from the capital ships. He kept going on strafing runs attacking fighters that were going after other squadrons or making for the ships. He went straight for a squadron that was going after what looked to be a doomed squadron,and luckily Kyrel came in time to shoot them down,and allowed the remaining fighters to link up and serve as his wingmen. He started making short work of a set of bombers heading for the Grand moff's capital ship by shooting a wingman and sending him crashing into his partner.

He than flew into a larger capital ship's hanger,and started firing as he went. The hanger became nothing more than a mess of wrecked fighters and dead men. He than swung around and made short work of the bridge exploding it with a mere blasts of his turbolasers. He than rejoined other squadrons continuing his runs and picking off the fighters,and bombers as well as some frigates,and capitals.

 

[Daxin Novari]

Location: Who cares
Post 6

Daxin followed [member="Pierce Fortan III"] into the cockpit section of the shuttle, and slinked down into a crew-member blast-seat behind the pilot/co-pilots station. "Nice to meet you!" He said happily to the co-pilot, whom he did not recognize by face or name.

"You're too kind!" He said back to Pierce, after the flattering comment about being among the workhorses of the First Order's fleet. Maintenance and technical crews were pretty fundamentally important, that was true.

"Those pirates won't stand a chance once you get switched into your real ship." That was also true. Pierce was a top notch, A-rated ace supreme.

Upon arrival back at the Concordia, Daxin would change his role back into the traditional prepping of TIE Fighters for launch. Starting with his friends.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Near the Edges of the Kaeshana System.
Allies: The First Order, Valessia Brentioch.
Enemies: Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 5/20

Within the span of several painstaking minutes, the Shuttle had docked with it’s friendly counterpart and had exchanged their cargo manifests and personnel. It was a relatively painless affair - but sadly such was the game of logistics. Everything had to be correct, lest either the Combat Engineers or the Stormtroopers themselves be sent into the combat theatre without the require supplies. One plasma cartridge missing could very well be the difference between life and death - after all. Nevertheless, when the process was complete, Torian and his men began stripping out of their Voidsuits and began adorning themselves in the Alabaster Warplate of the Legions.

They would be ready, for the call to action would soon sound...​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 19

Natasi observed the map and sighed. This was an awful lot of trouble to go to for a destroyed world, but it was a planet of unlimited scientific potential. If they could learn what it was that kept the things that still lived on Kaeshana, still living on Kaeshana, who knew what kind of medical and scientific information could come of it? Radiation-resistant plants could be used to turn previously uninhabitable due to radiation into breadbaskets for the First Order, populated by radiation-resistant droids.

But it wasn't just that. What was it about the residents of the place that kept them there? The First Order could learn much from them -- determination and grit and a will to survive. If only that could be taught and learned, but Natasi rather suspected that people had to survive a disaster of planetary proportions to get the recipe for it. Perhaps the First Order, comfortable and secure in their own little corner of the galaxy, would never learn it, but she suspected war would soon be visited upon them.

They may have the chance forced upon them.

 

[Ria Misrani]

She cursed under her breath, the outsider managed to evade the shot. Amuna held her next shot then, she didn't want to rush this, the Eldorai didn't have a good sense of just how many the offworlder had brought with her but she knew better than to try and underestimate her enemy. Waiting for her chance to strike again she gave a look over to the rival warband and nodded. He fired off his blaster shot from the opposite direction, and once he did that. Amuna fired off her blaster again she had rolled a few centimetres to her left, waiting now as someone loaded their own crossbow, ready to fire off another round if needed. @Beka Barineker. They were a few clicks north of Santaissa but the ruins were hard to discern from the newer chaos that had been hunting ground for their rival warbands for awhile now. Mud, something that looked like water, and the sharp cold winds that only wanted to cut you down to size. Having grown up here, Amunalora was use to it and knew that could wait her enemy out.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Near the Edges of the Kaeshana System.
Allies: The First Order, Valessia Brentioch.
Enemies: Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 6/20

It felt good to be entombed within his armour once more. The subtle whine of protesting joints. The elegant sweep of formed false-ivory. Most of all, it felt good holding a proper weapon. While he cherished the KD-30 for it’s ability to slay the ever rising number of Jedi Knights populating the galaxy - it just didn’t have the same feeling as a blaster rifle. Slamming a fresh plasma cartridge into the chamber and racking the slide, Torian listened to the sound of his rifle’s activation. The sound echoed throughout the compartment as Nine other souls had followed their commander’s lead. He felt his blood begin to boil. The time for bloodshed was upon them, now all they needed to do was wait for the shuttle to arrive.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Post 7

Roderik studied the holographic map display, watching the departing sensor blips heading away from the ship and towards the pirate presence -- which was already being assaulted by supporting TIE fighter elements from elsewhere. The interception by Concordia's fighter compliment would take place within only a few moments.

As they arrived and clashed with the pirates, Roderik listened to the communication lines between the various squadrons. They had committed to the fight, and some calls over the radio were frantic, while others were calm and collected. The veteran pilots that made up the upper echelon, the lead sections and flights. A great deal of pew pew'ing came through the radio as well, laser blasts howling over the cries of success and failure.