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

[Garett Van]

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Location: Enroute to the Kaeshana System.​

Allies: The First Order, Torian Pierce​

Objective: Setup Defenses Around The Landing Zone​

Post: 3​

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The Defenses were coming alone well, but Garett still couldn't shake that feeling he had. It distracted him so much he didn't even notice Sgt. Pierce salute him. He saluted back to him distractedly, but still he did anyway. Sgt. Illerian knew something was wrong with the Lieutenant, but even she didn't have the gall to ask him about it in front of the troops. She took over command of the company at this point, didn't really tell Garett. She just started to get the Defense Army troopers in their positions. They weren't frontline troops, so they would let the escort duty to the stormtroopers. What they did well was dig in and that is what they did. They didn't employ most of their tactics as that would ruin the land around the LZ. They didn't want to make trenches or anything that would damage the planet. Garett, slowly walked back into the Assault lander to give some thought to what was bothering him, since he still couldn't place it.​

 

[Brent Smith]

Location: Deep cover, pirate base
Post: 3
Status: Sabotaging the Pirate Defenses
Alias: Jones Logan

Brent came to the forward defense laser. It looked big, clangy, bulky, and old, but it was perched on the pinacle overlooking the primary entrance and exit choke point overland for this base. From here, someone could shoot down everyone who came upward on land, and even a few over the air if they wanted until the blaster overheated--or a sharpshooter with armor piercing rounds managed to get lucky enough and take down the killer. This was his number one.

Brent slid in close to the weapon and switched it on with a flick of his thumb. As it came to life with a low hum, Brent reached around and dislodged the coolant pipe with a hiss. A small puddle of the clear liquid began to pool on the far side of it. The first trigger pull of this thing would send it up in a ball of flames, he thought giving it a satisfied appraisal for a moment.

He stepped down off the defense parapet and strode deeper into the base. A pilot came out of the nearby supply shed, running into Brent face to face.

"Hey, watch whe--" the man began before a sharp Phew silenced him for good.

Brent stepped over the body into the shed. In the semi-dark he found a quartet of parts; a K-type power cell, a Quickwelder, a copper wire, and a bucket of rivets. Clobbing all the parts together in the plastoid bucket, he stepped out again, the sole of his left boot getting soiled in the pool of blood, but he paid it no heed.

[member="Torian Pierce"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 20

Beka cradled her blaster against her chest, and was glad she was when a few moments after kneeling down, something hit it, hard. It was hot against her chest, and the wind was knocked out of her. "Stang," she whimpered, raising her blaster to return fire, but the blaster was well and truly disabled. They had no other weapons with them; this was supposed to be a diplomatic mission, a damn humanitarian aid mission, and here they were getting shot at like some kind of goddamn shooting range!

"Move," Beka barked, seizing [member="Sioux Chambers"] by the scruff of her neck -- really, the back of her jacket, and flinging her towards the corner. They moved around the side of the pile, so that they were hidden from view from both [member="Amunalora Fenariel"] and whichever warband jerk had just shot at them, but she couldn't know whether there were others in the things. "Great," she spat, raising a hand to touch her bruised chest. "Trapped on a hostile planet with only my combat knife. How delightfuly."

 

[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: 7/20

His fingers began to curl around the foregrip of his primary weapon as the interior troop deck had flooded with scarlet light. They had made good time since their momentary break, but now the time for haste had come. Through his mag-locked boots, Torian could feel the stress the pilot had placed upon this old vessel - pushing the transport to it’s limits. They wouldn’t be long now...

 

[KH-5675]

LOCATION: Kaeshana, Surface
OBJECTIVE: Unload Shuttle
ALLIES: First Order {No PCs Nearby}
{1/20}

"Alright, boys, let's get these supplies on the ground! The sooner we do, the sooner the squints can set their chit up, understood?" Roared the squad's leader, Sergeant Khalthe. A chorus of 'aye-ayes' sounded out in response. Just a few moments later their vessel touched down upon the planet's surface, the door sliding open right afterwards. Immediately the troops within started moving. Each grabbed a crate or a bag, some having to work in pairs to lift a particularly large or heavy object, then exited the vehicle. Their job was fairly simple- at least at the moment. All they needed to do for the time being was to unload the shuttle. Once that was complete they would start unpacking, helping the soon-to-arrive scientists set up a temporary camp.

Private Esker Dunwich was among them, working swiftly without a word of complaint. This was his first real mission, his first taste of what being a Stormtrooper meant, and he could hardly contain his excitement. As dull as most would find the work, he could only focus on the fact that he was making a difference. Beneath his helmet lay a constant grin.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 21

The shuttle docked at the Concordia's docking ring, as Pierce was unwilling to clutter up the ship's hangar bay with the shuttle when they needed to be launching TIE fighters. He unstrapped and then headed out with [member="Daxin Novari"] in tow. "Not sure where you'll be needed, but I think they might send one of the irregulars back to Cyone with the shuttle to get more supplies, so we'll check in with the duty officer together." He paused as the airlock cycled, reaching down into his boot to pull out his flask.

"Here you go," he said, handing it over to Daxin. "For after. Or for now. Whatever you want to do." He chuckled and clapped Novari on the back as the airlock finished cycling, then tightened his boot and stepped through. He commed to [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]. "Colonel, I'm aboard the Concordia. Permission to take one of the experimental TIEs to go scrape those pirate buggers off Her Majesty's strategic display?"

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Post 8

Colonel Roderik von Brinkerhoff continued to observe the great starfighter battle of TIE versus pirate whatever ships they were. His dedication to this escapade had long since lapsed, and only cold, disinterested determination to win had replaced it. What else was there? This was not a valid display of anything, short of dedication to the cause. It was a rushed, forced endeavor. A battle without true stakes, and without any real winner at the end of the day.

In short, this was a farce. And Roderik hated nothing more.

"Our fighters are unstoppable against this rabble. This poor, foolish rabble. This rabble that kills any muse, or whatever people say these days." The colonel shrugged helplessly, hopelessly. He wished his enemy were better than this, in both skill and respect. But it was not the case, and instead, Roderik just wanted to see them driven away.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 5

He spotted a pair of Nebulon B frigates and made his attack run. He targeted shields,as the bombers from hammer squadron targeted the engines,life support and other sub systems. He made short work the bridge as per the usual attack plan. The nebulon exploded into two pieces,and drifted lifelessly into space. He repeated the same attack plan with the other ship. He encountered several hostiles in the process blowing a couple of bombers which Kyrel grew increasingly angry at. He enjoyed destryoing them as he focused on the last remaining subsystems. With the engines damaged it crashed into the damaged pieces of it's brother exploding violently into a mess.

He than concentrated on the other fighters that we are making a B line for the command ship,and he chased after them. His wingmen went after the bombers while he shot the fighters,trying so desperately to shake him off. He concentrated on the force,and finally came to an opening,turning the ship into scrap pile,and destroying the threat to the command ship.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Kaeshana System - Pirate Base.
Allies: The First Order, Valessia Brentioch.
Enemies: Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 8/20

The crimson light had faded, and Torian’s eyes had filled with the light of the overhanging lumen strips above. His visor automatically adjusted, drinking in the surroundings and relaying the telemetry data to those within his Squad. With runes of acknowledgement pulsating in the corner of his eye, they surged forth from the Shuttle and, in keeping with their namesake, stormed the deck of the Pirate’s primary hanger bay.

| [member="Brent Smith"] |​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amuna nodded to the snipers who knelt with their bows, notching arrows, "fire!" She shouted, "for Ashira!"

Arrows flew across the field of battle, and the Eldorai notched her own, "defend the homeland!" She saw these outsiders like invaders, here to manipulate and enslave them, she refused to be held captive by these people. She readied her blaster, waiting for them to be flushed from cover, as was her ally his own blaster was trained ready to hit. Kaeshana had suffered enough insults and these would be 'aid' workers would feel her wrath. "Crossbows!" Crossbows were ready, prone on the ground quick firing, as reinforcements radioed in that they were on their way.

[member="Beka Barineker"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Clean Up Carlyle
Post X

The ships medic passed a holotape with falsified medical records to the comms technician. "Concordia, we have the medical records." Comms announced, "Commodore Rausgeber has come down with a set of Zarnathean fever, a space bourne disease of sorts." He reported. "He'll be out for two to three days, but it should be fine."

Bailey paced around the bridge, "Have we found commodore?"

"Sir, we just have! He's down in the maintainence bay for the sensors." The Navigator reported.

"What?" Bailey asked.

"He was down there, apparently there's been extensive damage-" Navigation was cut off.

"He was what?" Bailey asked, still in disbelief.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Kaeshana System - Pirate Base.
Allies: The First Order, Valessia Brentioch.
Enemies: Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 9/20

There was a Firefight. One for the ages. Crimson bolts of superheated plasma danced to the tune of death, slaying all that it had touched. For every Trooper that had fallen, nearly a dozen followed them swiftly into the grave thereafter. It didn’t matter how many he lost, Torian mused. They would be replaced. All that there was, was the mission. He pulled the trigger without remorse, and stayed true to his war-name. There was a reason they called him Carnage, and this day - he had proven himself worthy of such a title.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 22

"Nothing on this planet is worth this," said Sioux through gritted teeth as she was hauled around the corner. They cowered there, like children -- pathetic children -- praying not to be shot. The technicians had run for cover behind rock outcroppings or wherever they went. "Whatever we are hoping to achieve here, we've missed it. This place is where civilization, intelligence, and culture goes to die. I'm going to recommend to the Grand Moff that we glass it."

Sioux hated having her time wasted, and nothing was a bigger waste of time than this. Trying to help people and getting shot at. She especially hated getting shot at. She worked in an office; she was not like these stormtroopers or Knights of Ren or fighter jockeys. She was not used to getting shot at. She considered guns going off around her to be a failure. And yet, here she was. But she hadn't come unprepared. "I don't know if that will help," she said, "But I didn't come unprepared." She pulled a blaster pistol from her handbag and handed it to Beka.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Post 9

Roderik grinned, his lack of caring momentarily erased by the voice of [member="Pierce Fortan III"] as he comm'd through. He was aboard the Concordia again!

"Welcome back, Captain. You're cleared for launch whenever you're ready. I'll patch over to flight control and make sure they give you priority launch. Good hunting, Pierce. Stay safe out there." He didn't need to tell Pierce to stay safe - a) because he would already try to keep himself alive, like any good combat pilot. And b) because the pirate forces arrayed against them were a sham, a group whose only purpose was to be crushed by the heel of the First Order military.

He turned back to [member="Natasi Fortan"], offering her a reassuring smile. "They don't stand a chance once Pierce gets out there." Truth.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Fething pirates," Cyone cursed, she was hoping for a simple routine scientific study of the planet and the cause/effect of the asteroid. No, just no, pirates had to show up. She looked over at her XO, Lieutenant Reed. She sighed, "sorry." It was behavior unbecoming she knew, "where are we, Ensign?"

"Getting into range, I can take over when you're ready."

She nodded, "Lieutenant Choi - ready on helms?"

"Aye."

"Alright, here we go, Quentin take over in three, two, one!"

Sensor jamming went about and the pirates fire went disarray, and Cyone smiled. Opening her comms channel, "Grand Moff [member="Natasi Fortan"], I hope this buys us enough time to get our people out of here."

 

[Darth Metus]

--//EN ROUTE TO KAESHANA//--

A behemoth of fur and durasteel overlooked the blur of stars. Hyperspace. The boundless depths of space and time soared past he and his ship, quickly bearing them ever closer towards their destination. Ever soldiers of fortune, ApeX had set their sights on the rapidly expanding First Order as a source of potential income. Perhaps they had affairs that could benefit from a private military company's attention. Perhaps they could find a friend in the ApeX Commander and his savage subordinates. Only time would tell if an arrangement would come to fruition.

"How soon until we arrive?"

Malik's voice rumbled forth, demanding an answer from the Bridge crew.

"ETA fifteen minutes."

"Hmm...Hail the First Order at the five minute mark."

"Aye sir."

(Meant to be on [member="Malok"], oooops)

 

[Asharad Graush]

Post Eleven.
Tsawak iv Typhojem

The Tsawak iv Typhojem dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the Kaeshana System. As soon as the System was ready to be accepted into the First Order's fold, the enormous ship would perform its final jump into the system. Until then, it was cruising with sublight engines carrying it, painstakingly slowly to the planet. At the head of the bridge was Darth Vyrassu, amber orbs glowing behind the helmeted visor that he sported. His presence in the Force was dampened, but it mattered not to the would be Sith Lord, it felt better that way.

He still held a powerful hold over the telekientic aspect of the Force, and he was most certainly still capable of forcing his will upon others that didn't possess the Force.

Simple.

The Sith felt even more unbeatable than he had previously.

Placing both of his hands on his waist, the Sith Knight watched the crew silently. Soon, it would be time. Something was on the horizon, and the Sith was ready for it.

Darth Vyrassu had foreseen it.
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[Natasi Fortan]

Post 23

Natasi grinned at the sound of her cousin's voice coming through the communicator. It was good to hear him, and to hear him sounding so confident and carefree. It was comforting, but a little disquieting, too... he had sounded like that before he got himself almost killed at the Omega Crisis. The Grand Moff furrowed her brow, looking over to [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]. It was hard to stay concerned at a time like this; the Colonel's mustached smile was infective.

"No," she agreed with him dryly. "No, they don't."

The communication came through that the system's map had been expanded, thanks in large part to the sensor readings from [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]'s ship. She hailed Captain Bailey. "Captain, congratulations. We just got a big boost from your vessel. Well done."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Clean up Carlyle.
Post: XI

The medics gently put Carlyle out, sedating him before he could cause any further damage. Bailey watched the commodore being carried out of the maintainence bay, and began looking at all the dents. "Damn drunk bastard." he said, "What's the situation like, what did he do?"

A team of engineers had begun to forensically putting together what Carlyle had done to improve sensor quality. "Sir, from what we can tell, he damaged the depth calibrator, and disabled the optical targetting engine."

"What does that mean?" Bailey asked, "This could be revolutionary to our scanners."

"Well sir, it means that the scanner works a little quicker, which slows our computers a little bit. But it somehow improved our ability to scan indepth." The engineer replied, "It means that we're now able to map areas quicker."

"And all the work of a drunk man eh?" Bailey asked, "Does this improve our efficiency?"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 6

The fighting was starting to get tiresome. He concentrated on his anger and his rage to fuel himself,and give his piloting skills a boost. The enemy was starting to loose as he took out several capitals,and even a handful of fighters,that he had seemed to loose count on. Either way nothing would stand in his way,and he would damn make sure that they were defeated. He accelerated the TIE to go after pirates that were retreating and made quick work of them blasting them out of the sky. He enjoyed it as he felt their fear and anguish through the force that provided him with raw power. He destroyed what looked to be the last of the fighters,and went for the last capital.

All the fighters followed him as well,as he swarmed the capital's shields with just enough laser fire that they couldn't hold. Within enough time the bombers destroyed the engines,and shields and sent the ship crashing exploding at all sides. He than regrouped with the other squadrons making his way back to the command ship. Feeling he had accomplished his mission he guided the craft into the hanger,and prepared the landing cycle.