Giving the Givin [CIS Dominion of Yag'Dhul]

[Kaden Farr]

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Objective: Whatever Daisy tells me to do...
Tag: [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Hisashi"] | [member="Áine"]

"Talking rarely works better than a slugthrower pointed between someone's eyes," Kaden commented. He was never one for talking to solve problems considering he never had any good example of that actually working. From the moment he could remember, Kaden had been raised with war. He fought as a child, killed as child, and grew up among a people that new nothing but conflict and the way of death. He did not mean to sound so flippant or closed, but this was Kaden's reality, and it was part of the darkness and hardening of his heart.

Despite the fact Kaden was rarely seen talking to anyone else, he was not alone, nor was he lonely. The young mandalorian had found comfort in solitude for so long that he was happy with a few close friends. Daisy, despite their way of meeting, was his closest friend. Then there was his mother. She had been silent for a time, despite his efforts to reach out to her. Something had changed. Metus had something, he knew it. It was part of her plan, and Kaden needed to trust it, but he was worried because he had not been this far long without knowing she was there. He needed to smell the scent of jasmine and rain, even that would be enough.

His hand slipped from her shoulder before he made his way to the gunchair. His head nodded at her well wishes. Once he was secure in the chair Daisy's warning came through. A blind spot at four. Kaden grabbed the headset which rest on the controls and secured it to his head. Once the targeting computer was turned on, Kaden made sure Daisy knew he heard her message by releasing a volley of gunfire at the enemy ships following them though. This was not going to be easy.

About the time Daisy felt a queasy feeling over Scherezade, Kaden felt her. [member="Darth Elyria"] was close, and Kaden smiled at the sensation of her presence. It was different. She had a body. Suddenly Kaden knew why he had not sensed her, and offered a short prayer he knew she would not hear. Still he felt as though he needed her forgiveness.

<<< "You okay, Daisy," >>> Kaden asked through the comm system. <<< "If you're gonna make your move do it soon, I can only hold them off for so long..." >>>

Kaden turned underneath, and got a direct hit on one of the four ships remaining. One more was taken out with one of the stragglers which had followed them. If she was going to thread the needle and get in through a back door, she needed to do it soon.

 

[Darth Elyria]

Location: Yag'Dhul - Planetside​

Objective: Take Care of Her Children​

Tag: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Elyria breathed. The Force moved, holy dark, and full of sinful whispers. Every bit of violence, fear, and bloodshed only served to empower her. The negative energy was delectable cocktail that she had learned to appreciate to it’s fullest since being unwillingly liberated from captivity. It was, in truth, too soon. She was out of sequence from [member="Darth Metus"]. He was not yet ready to be what she required. Not strong enough, not dark enough, and certainly hadn’t learned well-enough how to obey.

Her son. Her beloved, perfect, precious child. She could not hear the message that he had sent because she was distracted with the state of his soon-to-be sibling but she could feel him. His contentment. It was new. Normally, the scarred boy was filled with a swirling ball of rage. It was a need for vengeance, for swift, unmerciful justice. It was like nothing she had ever seen in any other mortal.

Now, his beast seemed to have quieted. Just like any other youngling, however, he yearned for his mother. She understood. ‘I am here…I will always be here.’, her words would filter to his mind, accompanied by a jolt of power, a shock of focus, and the scent which always heralded her arrival. Fresh rain, jasmine, and a touch of something sweet. Vanilla, would be the most accurate description.

She would meet [member="Kaden Farr"] soon enough.

For now…For now there was a young woman that called to her. Lost, but found, with a flavor of something she knew very well. Elyria, or rather, Selene, as her son willed it, followed the sithling without care. Her ship seemed to have gone unnoticed. With IFF’s and the proper clearances the Confederacy wouldn’t bother with her anyway, and instead, all she had to do was steer clear of the nuisance known as the Givin. The Dark Mother did not care for the hollow-eyed shells.

If they crossed her, crossed her daughter, they would die.

Horribly.

‘You are not alone. You are safe. There is nothing above or below that will hurt you…’, she murmured to [member="Scherezade deWinter"], not answering her questions correctly, though, she didn’t fade too far from her sight. Elyria didn’t want her to get lost in these underground caverns. Not now. Not when she was so close.

The young one followed her call. Elyria’s black eyes became touched with an unearthly glow. They would be visible, clearly, from the ghostly visage she held. Dark, yet so bright, filled with endless stars. Recognizing that the brunette was trying to walk at her side, she slowed, and allowed it. Briefly. ‘You have grown.’

Scherezade was changed. No long was she the thin, unlearned, slip of a woman-child that had been born to this era of stone. As to what she was? She could not answer that. Not even if she wanted to, which, she did not. The Netherworld had changed her. More than human. Less than a God. She was a parent. A Mother. That, more than anything, held true.

‘You are not losing your mind…’

Elyria could feel her unease. Her ghostly form winked out of sight, briefly, before she returned at the turn of the next corridor. ‘I am real, though, I have been called a nightmare.’

In her time, nightmares moved among the sheep, walking, dancing and skewering victims in plain sight. The dark-haired specter took a certain level of amusement in splaying out their fears, their worst desires, for everyone to see. Mostly, to make her children laugh.

‘Nightmares are different now. They are trapped in the heads of humans and have become pitiful echoes of themselves. I have oft wondered…Whom they angered to merit such a fate.’

The words were stated almost wistfully. But, the ghost quickly got back on course. Her footsteps were deliberate. They would lead Scherezade in a path that would keep her from harm, keep her from tripping, falling, or suffering. Silence would fall. Nothing, save the sounds of the battle above. The next tunnel seemed to be dimmer than the rest, blacker, if at all possible.

‘Come, come. This way….’

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Direct Tags: [member="Darth Elyria"]

She was no losing her mind. That should have been comforting. It was comforting. The problem was that if she was losing her mind, any hallucination caused by it would have every reason in the book to tell she's not, and lull her into a false sense of security.

The woman said she real, though called a nightmare.

Scherezade blinked. A nightmare?

Different now… Her words felt like a fish swimming in the back of the Sithling's head. She tried to reach for them, mentally, but the fish kept slipping from her grasp. There was something that was so right about what the woman was saying, and yet there was something that was so utterly and completely wrong at the same time.

"No," she whispered, "no, that's not true. All nightmares are real."

She knew. She knew. She had faced them – both within Darkness and out of it. And while more than a few remarked at how much she had progressed, less than a handful knew how she was still collecting the pieces. How fragile the collection was, how much closer to breaking again she was than appeared to the eye. How now that the Darkness was further away – so much scarier it had become.

And still, she followed the woman. Hallucination or not, the proof was in the pudding; Scherezade felt safe near her, even if she wasn't entirely corporal. And although she did not notice that she was not stepping on stones or tumbling, she was aware of her sure steps, along with the fish in the back of her mind.

"Why?" she found herself asking after a long silence, after many more steps had been taken, "why are you helping me?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Yag'dhul airspace, who says retro isn't in?
Allies: Confederates
Enemies: Givin
Objective: Flyboys

He would never wear Bloodstripes.

That was his cross to bear as a Corellian who would never see Her skies again. It didn't mean that blood didn't boil for the chance to soar without wings. Alkor had very few experiences in life that allowed him to feel like he had something to belong to. When the Confederate attack at Yag'dhul promised a strong showing from the Knights Obsidian without him, he sent a request to CDF command.

Permission to cooperate with Starfighter elements.

The request must have gone over well, because he received clearance to pilot his favorite snubfighter into the fray. Here he was, grouped up on the Confederacy's titanic fleet, ready to move in and blow the enemy to hell.

Perhaps the sole difference was in the urge to slam forth on the throttle and push into bloody combat. Dogfighting evened the playing field. People who had competence in a ship were better able to defend themselves than the multitude of boring enemies he faced in single combat. It meant a challenge. It meant fighting for his life. It meant real danger.

He exhaled his impatience as he heard the battlecry come across comms. Group up!

The XJ7 hungrily rolled out to the left and the engines hummed as he dropped to the wing of [member="Keira Cerdulan"] seconds later.

"Black Two, standing by."

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: MAT Class Dropship; Pushing toward objective alpha (power network for two of the larger AA guns)
Wearing: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns
Tags: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]
Post: #1

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It had been a while since the tides of battle had called to the Dauntless. For a few months, the four hellspear frigates containing the commandos had been drifting in space, awaiting new orders. And now, a flurry of activity between the impending conflicts in the future, and planets that had been in the CIS’s sights for expansion fighting back with a ferocity that required their presence. Yag’dhul was certainly among those, and the Dauntless were ready for the call. A call they had been preparing for, and one that they were chomping at the bit to receive.

As soon as the hellspear frigates Invictus, Paramount, and Rebellious Hawk entered into the system, they maneuvered so that they would be closer to the planet, and far enough away from the battle that any non-CIS ship that approached them would be seen very quickly. They were only in orbit for a few moments before the hanger bays opened, and outpoured a squadron of MAT dropships poured out from each one, either carrying a compliment of Dauntless Commandos, AT-AC MK1, or AT-AAV MK1. The ships broke hard for the surface, headed for three distinct locations.

Each of the hellspear’s compliments of MAT dropships had their one specific target, and Luna’s group was headed for one of the toughest to crack. That was saying something for the Dauntless, whom prided themselves to be able to break any defense. But this area of the planet, a power plant providing energy to two different, huge AA guns that were pounding away at CIS ships in orbit, was heavily defended with high walls, entrenched blasters, and the whole facility was sitting upon a hill that allowed vision all around them.

The reason the Dauntless had been chosen to attack this power plant, instead of orbital bombarding it until all that stood was rubble, was the shielding around the plant that was strong enough to deflect or absorb any lasers from orbit. An incursion force was needed, on that could get into the power plant and shut it down, therefore shutting down the massive AA guns. That force was going to be lead by Luna Terrik and Kelsie Sylvan, and one they both hopefully survived.

As she sat in the corner of one of the dropships, holding tight to handhold to keep herself from being flung around by the atmospheric entering and the flak fire that was quickly encircling the group of dropships, Luna looked over to her partner for this mission, flashing her a quick grin. “You ready for this? Time to see what those boys you’ve been training can do, Kelsie.” She gave a quick nod in the direction of the men and woman that stood in the shuttle, all having been personally trained by the captain. This was a good first test for them, and one that she certainly hoped to see more than a few pass and live through. Thought that was the nature of combat, and as Luna slid her helmet onto her head, her thoughts moved to those that she had lost before as brothers, knowing that there would be a few more to add to the mental list this day.

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[Kyyrk]

Objective: Take down the Stations
Location: Yag'Dhul Orbit
Tags: [member="Keira Cerdulan"] | [member="Julius Rhein"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

Voph didn't bother with a response to Srina's comment about his arrival. There was much to take into account when leading a fleet. He knew that, and he knew that she knew that. From anyone else, it might have even been a quip. But not from the Ice Queen. Voph's attention drew to the silvery woman as she spoke. "Watch the bulkheads, your rifles will have no problem penetrating them. Check your targets, watch your fire." Voph stumbled, his grip tightening on the pipe as the ship rocked from a decoy exploding near by. "I picked you because you are the best I have. And I expect nothing less. Your primary objective remains, however." A single finger raised to point at Srina Talon. "The Exarch wants this thing turned to scrap, and she outranks all of us combined. She gives an order, you are to follow it, immediately, to the letter. If you are unable to comply, Find an airlock and spacewalk back."

Voph was strict, as always, but not unfair. Most of it was empty words. He prided his soldiers on their loyalty. To him, and more importantly, to their nation. These were men who trained day and night to fight for the most important goal. Peace. And they would stop at nothing to get it. Voph turned his attention to the door at the far end of the cabin. The ship shuddered as it came to rest against the hull of the dreadnought. "Eyes on. Ready." Voph pressed against the side of the ship opposite the Exarch. He glanced over at her, silently holding a hand up over his blindfold. A signal to cover her eyes. The soldiers stacked up along the walls, waiting for his signal. The four at the front, two on either side watched him intently. Voph turned his attention back towards the front of the ship, to the Givin within the room. Voph held up his hands. Seven fingers. The two at the front gave him a thumbs up. Voph nodded, then held up his right hand. A silent count down. Three, two, one, GO. As he pointed at the door, the two front soldiers triggered the door, while the two behind them tossed flashbangs within.

The blaster fire ended as suddenly as it had started, only to be replaced by the heavy thumping from the Octarchy's rifles. Voph's lightsaber was in his hand as he pushed forward, cloak drawn in front of him to shield both him and the Exarch from stray blaster bolts. This lasted until the room was clear, when Voph dropped the shield and his guard. Alarms were already blaring. To be expected. He gestured towards the bomb's landing site. "To the bomb. We need to beat them to it." Voph turned, lightsaber hissing to life in his hand. The blaster fire was thick around him, but between his saber and cloak, he was able to shield the party behind him well enough. The cramped quarters of the ship were difficult for his soldiers to operate in. But not him. He was an admiral first and foremost. For half a decade he'd known nothing but the tight and twisting corridors of Star Destroyers and dropships. Close Quarters was his element. The combat was quick. Efficient. Brutal. Visceral. The Givin that were not smart enough to flee, or lucky enough to be killed by the soldiers behind him, were struck down by Voph's blade. Maybe next time they'd consider using the friendly welcome mat....

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Equipment: Modified Dauntless Armor (added modified LG-5 laser gauntlets, sound damper, field disruptor), SC4 Blaster, .48 cal Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Sunshot Pistol, HL-27 blaster pistol, 6 Saijo Tekh'la blades, 2 thermal detonators, 4 EMP grenades.
Group: Alpha (Alpha Squadron, Omega Squadron, Commander [member='Luna Terrik'])
Objective: Alpha (Destroy power generator to bring down anti-aircraft array)

Kelsie was pissed off.

There were very many reasons but only one main one. She could put up with the fact that she’d make a better pilot than whatever numbskull they hired to drive her transport. At least they weren’t dead, but give Kelsie a Defender and she’d make short work of these AA guns. She could put up with the fact that these weren’t her original squadmates she was with. Luna was nice and all but she couldn’t quite compare; and Kelsie would get very angry if any of her new squad were killed before she had a chance to mold them into a true fighting force -- though she knew combat experience would be good for them. She could put up with the fact that whichever CIS officer who was commanding this campaign was a complete moron who hadn’t even bothered to send in preliminary forces to soften orbital defenses, scout important targets or infiltrate enemy fortifications. Kelsie was only barely knowledgeable in large-scale military tactics, but she knew that much and that meant it should’ve been standard practice.

No, the thing that annoyed her most was the fact that she was dealing with a bunch of nerds.

She knew all about the Givin. These goddamn xenos needed to be purged, clearly, because there weren’t any who might be able to give her a straight fight. They were thinkers, mathematicians, scientists; not warriors, not soldiers, not commanders. Despite their mathematical expertise, their strategy was something a two year old could’ve come up with -- or perhaps even one of these CIS commanders. They had no soldiers from their ranks, just minds to employ the mindless battle droids. Hypocritical. It most definitely pissed Kelsie off.

Even so, as she sat beside Luna in the passenger area of the gunship, it was oddly satisfying to have a good ‘personal’ reason to go and kick some butt. She’d rarely actually had chances to do full-blown drops into hot zones; most of her assignments involved stealth. Today that definitely wouldn’t be an option considering the flashy, mostly-white Dauntless armor she was shelled up in. It felt rather unfamiliar to her, and she quietly wished she’d decided to train more often in full gear -- though she found comfort in the accessories and weapons she’d brought along for the ride. Her Ancile Shield generator was fitted snugly on her left arm, and the modified LG-5 laser gauntlets held all the weapons she’d ever need. A myriad of other little bits and bobs and explosives Kelsie had grown fond of had their own pouches in her utility belt. That, at least, had a comfortable weight. She’d also installed a sound damper and field disruptor, just for funsies.

“Oh Luna. You know me. I’m a little more interested in the girls than the boys,” she said with a grin. Finally her comms pinged her to alert their imminent landing -- time to shell up for real.

She grabbed the helmet she’d set at her feet and donned it quickly, the HUD coming to life in an instant, connecting her to those in the transport. Sometimes it felt almost claustrophobic with all the information it gave her. Wouldn’t stop her from killing some nerds. Kelsie grabbed a handhold to keep herself steady as the gunship continued its descent.

“Well, Omega, this is it,” she said to her squad, the slightly modified voice emanating from her helmet. “You know your positions, and you know our formation from the debrief. Kicker, I, and Elise are point. Hal in the back with Tack, Don, and the medics. Rest of you form up on each side to cover our flanks. We’re basically heading into a kill zone -- so this is the perfect time for you to learn how to not get killed.” She grinned again under her helmet. The sensor readings from the suits of some of her team showed that a few of them were a little sick in the stomach. She knew that feeling -- it’d go away soon enough. “Don’t let these suckers scare you. You’ve got what you need to survive and we’re about to land. So let’s get to it, folks.”

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: MAT Class Dropship; Pushing toward objective alpha (power network for two of the larger AA guns)
Wearing: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns
Tags: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]
Post: #2

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Was it fair to have Kelsie be deploying with her brand new squad only months into their training whatsoever? Of course not. Not one bit. Was it needed with the Dauntless having to rebuild it’s ranks from the inside after the numerous conflicts they had been a part of? Unfortunately so. Definitely unfortunately so. Luna wasn’t happy about it, and she knew that the chances that the squad would come out all alive was slim to none, but the commander needed all hands on deck.

Which is why she had paired Kelsie’s squad with her personal one, the Omega’s, an effort to try and minimize any losses the other green squad suffered. She would make sure they stayed close to the green squad, but would allow the newest Dauntless Lieutenant to command her squad. She had plenty of battle experience to lead Alpha squad through it with flying colors, and even if she didn’t, she would learn from the losses. Knowing Kelsie’s background by this point, she knew that the woman would be able to deal with the losses if she took any. That didn’t make the commander feel any better about sending this group to one of the most dangerous objectives, however.

Dauntless’s commander took this moment to look up and toward her own squad. Tein would be joining her this time around, with both Pei and Q’aira out of commission, though by no means was he going to be a downgrade. Sure, he didn’t have the extremely tactical mind of Q’aira, but his brute strength and combat sense, as well as the fact he wielded a massive rotary laser, made up for it in a way. The rest of her squad was ready for this. They knew what it meant to go into a hot zone with the commander of the Dauntless.

The dropships would be landing soon, at least 1 kilometer from the power plant. They would use the two AT-AC MK1’s they had brought, one for each squad, to get closer to their objective. Dropping right on top of it would mean the chances that they would loose men before the fighting even started would be larger. Plus, they had no idea if the dropships would even be able to fly through the energy shield, seeing how it was a completely different model than they had ever seen.

Kelsie speaking to her quickly got the commander’s attention, to which she quickly turned to look at the woman, responding with a curt nod and small laugh. She responded quickly, her voice sounding more robotic coming out of the helmet’s speakers, “Oh, of course. I have seemingly figured that out by now, lieutenant.” The white light flashing to red inside the dropship got her attention back on the situation, to which she responded by standing up, raising her voice to be heard over the sounds of battle. “Ready up! Both squads, T minus 30 seconds til landing! Be ready for it to be hot if it is! Find your transport quickly once we hit ground!” With that, she moved away from the side of the transport, making her way toward more of the center of the group, eventually pushing her way to the left side door, ready to jump out the moment it opened.

And exactly 30 seconds later, after the dropship slowed to a stop just a half meter off the ground, those doors opened, and outpoured omega squad, quickly filing out into a semicircle, scanning the area for any and all hostiles that may have seen the ships landing. Luna looked to the squad while her squad secured the area, watching as the two dropships carrying their vehicles slowly came in for a landing, dropping one off on each side of the ship. “Alright! Load up. Once everyone is loaded and ready we’ll move toward objective alpha. Make sure the gunners are ready for hostile fire!” Making a motion with her hand, Omega squad moved with precision and quickness to their transport, Tein and Luna being the ones to kneel beside the door on the back of the vehicle, scanning the area with their blasters as the rest of the squad loaded up. The commander knew the other squad would be slower to load up, the redhead just hoped that Kelsie had them ready for this otherwise.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Objective: Blow things up
Location: Yag'dhul Orbit
Tags: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

[SIZE=11pt]The chaos was reassuring, it always was. The crazed Pilot’s new fighter dipped and dashed through streaming laser bolts and flying space debris, the bloody orbital anarchy was practically heaven for Cerdulan: and she didn’t have to care about anyone but herself! It was wonderful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Eventually she heard the arrival of on the comms, raising an eyebrow briefly as she continued her mad flying.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Black squadron, eh? Need a more-”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She grunted in the comms, letting loose a torrent of bolts into an enemy fighter and turning it into little more than a lightshow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“-need a more creative name than that, black is boring.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Cerdulan’s fighter went into another roll, she barely seemed to even be acknowledging that this was a right proper warzone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Well, “Black-2”. Try and keep up!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With that, the “Corellian” let out another hoot and pushed that poor poor fighter even further. Fast. She needed to go [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]very [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]fast. And to consider someone let this woman command fighter squadrons...[/SIZE]

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Survive [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Yag’dhul, fortress trench[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Currently none[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The growing bloodbath of Yag’dhul had called to a great many Confederates at this point, and the host of landing craft ferrying the armies down to the fiery world below had begun to push through. A massive wave of various craft all trying the simple strategy of “can’t hit all of us”. Bloody. But effective. Keva knew it’s uses well, just she usually speaking wasn’t the one thrown into the wave.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But things changed, and she knew there would be a price to pay for her close sort of command. And as her landing craft groaned it’s way through the space above Yag’dhul, the Chiss allowed herself to calm. A slight meditation even, she was far from a religious sort but she did have some illogical hope that some all-powerful being from above would prevent her craft from being torn into little more than a meteor shower of debris.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her faith was only slightly misplaced.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Cannon fire roared into the skies above, the Givin’s fortress wasted no time unleashing tides of ordinance and laser fire into the air at the “invaders”. Unluckily for Keva, a planetary cannon lanced forward and struck the side of her Landing Craft. A thunderous explosion followed, one of it’s wings blasted off and sent spiraling to the ground below. Another shot rang from below, sending the already tumbling craft into a twirling decent; inside the transport alarms blared, they were losing altitude rapidly and had lost control of the vessel. Left with little other option than to brace for impact, Keva desperately made some attempt to shield herself from the brunt of the “landing”. Then came the thunderous crash of tons of metal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The craft had crashed into one of the worst spots it could, the uncontrolled bulk of the craft had slammed into one of the many lines of fortified walls that seemed to cover the entire planet. It didn’t last, collapsing forward in a screeching pile of duracrete and metal. What laid behind the craft was no better, one of the many practically oceans of lava that dotted the planet. Split in twain by the fall, the rear half now hopelessly sunk into the molten depths.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Letting out a low groan, Keva soon realized she wasn’t quite dead yet. Mainly from the pain that seemed to flare through her entire body, scowling she picked herself up. Looking over the carnage...her army had been all but obliterated. Droids picked themselves back up, heavier ordinance sunk into lava, a mere handful of tanks surviving. It was pathetic...and consider the current situation: all but a death sentence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shakily raising her wrist to her mouth, Keva tried to get back onto comms. Sending out a message over the CDF channel that was now plagued by crackles and static.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Colonel Keva’Sol’Loro. My craft has been destroyed. Require immediate reinforcements at current position. Repeat, require [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]immediate[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] reinforcements at current position.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though, she knew those reinforcements had barely any chance of coming. She had little choice but to stand and accept the hand fate had thrown her. And she would not relent. Grunting, she pushed herself along, jumping out from the all but overturned landing craft, her meager droid forces followed suit as did the few humming AATs. At least she had some heavy firepower to make this work….[/SIZE]

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Equipment: Modified Dauntless Armor (added modified LG-5 laser gauntlets, sound damper, field disruptor), SC4 Blaster, .48 cal Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Sunshot Pistol, HL-27 blaster pistol, 6 Saijo Tekh'la blades, 2 thermal detonators, 4 EMP grenades.
Group: Alpha (Alpha Squadron, Omega Squadron, Commander [member='Luna Terrik'])
Objective: Alpha (Destroy power generator to bring down anti-aircraft array)

“Come on, Luna. I’ve still got time to surprise you.” Anyone thinking they had Kelsie figured out was sorely mistaken… well, thus far. She still had time to warm up to the people around her among the Dauntless. Oddly enough, conflict was one of the greatest forces of unity -- the brotherhood formed on the field of battle was the closest relationship one could have with another person, even over love. And the best way to form this relationship was by walking through hell. Hopefully making it back, too.

She understood the reasoning behind the decision for her squad to be sticking with Luna’s. Their objective was dangerous, but the other Dauntless groups would be facing similar odds. Alpha would need the backup with battlefield experience. Omega needed backup in numbers overall, and Kelsie could always act as a second in command. Kelsie wasn’t exactly an optimist, but even so she hoped that she wouldn’t need to step up for Luna’s squad or replace anyone in her own squad after this operation.

As the dropship set down the commandos spilled out, forming a mirroring semicircle as they quickly scanned the area. No hostiles of course. “Shotgun,” Kelsie called out softly as the AT-AC hit the ground. Luna’s assumption was correct -- Kelsie’s squad was a little slow in comparison. With less time spent in their training, they were a half step behind in terms of physicality -- and it was clear that the pre-battle nerves were high. Kelsie was quickest, hopping into the passenger side. Tac got into the driver’s seat, and the rest soon found their somewhat cramped seating in the back of the vehicle.

Kelsie had spent a fair amount of time working on these two vehicles for the assault, and she was proud of her work. The modularity of the vehicles had made modification and upgrades relatively easy. Thicker armor plating and reinforced glasteel made sure the passengers were protected. A dual laser cannon bubble turret peeked over the front of the vehicle, the weapon linked to the HUD of the gunner. Additional stabilizers and wheel reinforcement made their vehicle more stable. And last but not least, as a final touch for this particular operation, Kelsie had added a heavy-duty field disruptor, just in case getting through the shield was a little more difficult than expected.

With the squad strapped in she gave an affirmative nod to Tac, who put the petal to the metal. They shot off towards the looming durasteel fortress in the distance.

By six hundred meters their sensor readings were getting significantly better -- or significantly worse, since they now knew what they were up against. The shield was four hundred meters forward, and probably the only reason they weren’t currently being shot at by the heavy laser turrets adorning each corner of the fortress. The place itself was quite large, and it was clear that the Givin had a clear idea in mind -- a death trap. Directly ahead of the two armored vehicles was a seemingly defenseless corridor. Kelsie, and likely everyone, knew better. She was expecting ball turrets, droids, and a variety of mines and traps if they even tried to set foot there.

“You’re seeing that corridor too, yeah?” She spoke through the comms to the commander. “We’re not going in there. Everyone’s got cables, we can hope up onto the walls and take the battlements, use their cannons against them. The approach will still be dangerous, but we probably won’t have fire on all sides.” Be unconventional, do what your opponents don’t expect you to do… then again, these Givin probably had a plan to deal with attackers.

Even so, Kelsie hadn’t met anyone who could handle her.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Gear: Operator Class Armor-KO Pathfinder Boots-Shatory Reishūkaku-Mk1 Shadow Rifle-saber
Allied Peps: [member="Madalena Antares"]
Objective: Kill that turbo blaster that almost blew up your drop pod

This brought back memories, stuck inside a slightly melted and banged up drop pod. Smoke slowly seeping through the crack of the damage metal container from outside, the rumble of combat, screams of death and so forth echoing from all around. The force, awash with pain and darkness, all topped off with the intoxicating smell of blood, some of it her from herself, ".... it's good to be home". Placing foot to door Kurenai sent out a violent kick against the jammed entrance to the drop pod, metal heel having to crash against the interior several times before the door came loose. At the slight notion of giving way a firm force filled fist sent the now twisted metal object flying, hopefully hitting an enemy on the way.

At this exact moment she was quite pissed at the defenders, having ones drop pod only vaporized and sent into a motion sickness inducing spin towards the ground wasn't a calming event. Less so when the landing ended up being so rough she suffered several bone fractures, safe to assume a normal human would have died in that crash, luckily she was far from human. A quick check reveal her gear had fared much better, rifle to saber being intact through the event, not that it would change anything, those turbo blaster gunners would be dead, she'd rip open the doors to their bunkers bare handed and strangle each one of them need be.

Right now though such was a second objective, first things first she needed to check in with her field CO, let the women know she wasn't dead just yet, Kurenai taking cover in one of the many trenches dotting the war torn landscape. "Knight Commander, this is Yumi, had a rough touch down but I'm healed up and ready to go, what's your current situation over". Quick and to the point, she could discuss specific later, right now meeting up and assaulting those nearby turbo batteries were key. If things went okay for Madalena then their distance from one another shouldn't be to far, IF, anything that could go wrong always went wrong in warfare.

 

[Bron Vaashe]

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[member="Hisashi"] | [member="Áine"]​

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Orrin stood in place until he received the ping. The HUD in his helmet, which was designed especially for a blind man, began to lead him toward the direction of the two members of his family who had seemed to survive the crash thus far. The splitting headache he had would wait, there was only one thing he could do, and that was survive long enough to make it to the others. He sighed knowing that they had a job to do despite the fact his mind was focused on the safety of his friends. Those who had done this, anyone that caused them harm, was about to die. The zealous assassin did not take an assault against those he was close with lightly. Death would be dealt this day, and by the end of it, Orrin's appetite for killing would be stated long enough to settle him. It was rare that he was ever truly satisfied. The restless assassin was always looking for work. Hisashi kept him busy enough, a reason he like the man.

"I am on my way," he said through the comms as he pressed forward.

Pulsing force energy to his legs allowed the man to reach his destination quicker. It was a risky thing considering many of his senses were still overwhelmed, but the closer he came to his friends the clearer he began to "see" once again. Their aura's were distinct. Hisashi's was massive, there was nothing subtle about his presence. Orrin often wondered if the man would ever be able to hide his presence, or if he ever cared to. The other, Áine, hers was subtle, mysterious, but dark. Her connection to the dark side seemed to be woven into the very fiber of her being. It was different than anyone he had ever met before. This was simply part of who she was, and Orrin could see it. Whatever she was, she was not human. She was... more.

He stopped just behind them both. There was no way he could assess their injuries, other than to note their auras did not seem to show significant damage. It was a relief to him. Orrin had just found this family, and he would not have them taken from him so soon. The mysterious woman, the demon of lust herself, had been the reason he had found his purpose beyond revenge. His smile was given to her first, then offered to Hisashi.

"The noise is interfering with my ability to 'see.' What are we dealing with? How many and where?"

 

[Srina Talon]

Objective: Blow up the Givin Dreadnought [Calculus Prime] - Then Take out the Stations​

Location: Yag'Dhul Orbit​

Tags: [member="Julius Rhein"] | [member="Voph"]​

Voph went on to instruct his men and the silvery creature remained silent. She reached behind her head and pulled long lengths of white hair back, braids and all, and locked it in a tight ponytail. It didn’t need to be in her way if she needed to pull up the hood of her Obsidian Strike armor in a hurry. Srina would watch her fire, certainly, because it was common sense. Her first instincts as of late were to delve into the Darkside with rampant abandon and worry about the broken pieces that were left behind, if, and only if there was anything left.

The Viceroy gave the soldiers orders to obey her commands. Her eyes flickered. It was a kind gesture, but moreover, within their best interests. Srina didn’t speak often in a fight. When she did? It was best to listen. Voph wasn’t exaggerating to his crew that she wanted this ship to become little more than scrap. When their explosive went off? She hoped it ripped the vessel in two, priming it, so that the Resolve could blast the remains to space dust.

While their breaching pod shuddered upon impact, she noted the small gesture that Voph made, and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He wouldn’t be able to see her in the traditional sense but he would likely feel her understanding. Easily, she knew what he planned. She waited for the countdown and hid her eyes when appropriate, momentarily, flashing back to helping [member="Aryn Teth"] with a mission before the Galactic Alliance went down. She’d used flashbangs on a few pirates.

They moved. Srina fell in to place with the Octarchy and emotionless eyes searched for Givin targets whilst she aimed her Verpine Hand Canon. It had variable rounds, and for this adventure, she had chosen flechette. They were effective, armor-piercing, and never failed to rip her targets to shreds. She held the gun with one hand and remained near to Voph while his cloak acted a shield, taking shots, anytime she found an opening.

The first thing she noticed once their opposition went down was the distant sound of blaster fire within the ship. The sounds of battle in space had masked it, initially, but her ears were slowly picking up the difference. Srina frowned. Had other ships also launched a team to take down the Dreadnought? Briefly, she called to confirm this over comms, but the rest of the Confederacy claimed to still be engaged in ongoing dogfights. No one else had launched this sort of mission.

Between the Givin and the noise up ahead?

Her mind surged forward, reaching, like fingers for those that did not belong. They were too far to get a clear picture but she could feel them [[member="Julius Rhein"] & Crew] in the Force like little pinpricks of light. Stars, dotting the night sky. The Givin felt…Different. She couldn’t explain, but it was the difference between drinking salt water and fresh water. “..We are not the only group here fighting the Givin…”

Voph brought up the bomb and she nodded her head. Taking down this ship was truly all that mattered, however, the threat level raised significantly with an unknown element. Srina drew back her and pressed it forward. The Force responded and a devastating gale of kinetic power threw itself up the tight corridor. The Givin could not run, had nowhere to hide, and went flying backward.

They were easier to deal with when they were stunned.

The group moved ahead and Srina darted this way and that, using the shield, while removing the enemy as efficiently as possible. Their mission was critical when it came to time. The Givin had a ship full of soldiers and they hadn’t arrived quietly. The alarms were deafening, though, combat existing on more than one front gave them an advantage. She didn’t know why there were others. Only, that they provided an adequate distraction.

“The bomb—It’s just up ahead.”

There were two Givin standing near the entrance to the breaching pod. One of them saw the approaching group and panicked, slamming his hand on a panel, and a pressurized metal door snapped down between them and their bomb. The eyes of the Exarch flared, changing, and gold bled into her iris. Her red-bladed saber snapped to her hand and with a buzzing sound it tainted the light in the corridor. She stepped forward and drove her blade into the metal. It sparked, and melted, crumbling metal began to fall away while she carved an entryway big enough for all that had come with it.

It didn’t take long. She used both hands, pulling, from one side to the other—pausing only, if someone decided to help her. Before it cooled, she stepped back and again, threw her hand forward, and a huge oblong shape blew inward. “Watch the edges.”

Her only warning. The molten metal would cool—But she wasn’t certain of the construction of their armor. Extreme heat like this could be unforgiving. The two Givin that had been near the pod had been crushed by the hunk of metal that had been tossed unceremoniously at them by the Force.

“Get the bomb and plot a path.”

Srina moved past it, more than anything, intent on watching around the next corner—Trusting that Voph or his men would watch their six.

 

[Darth Elyria]

Location: Yag'Dhul - Planetside​

Objective: Take Care of Her Children​

Tag: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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A slow smile caused crimson lips to curve. It was indulgent. It was that of a mother watching their child take their first few wobbly steps. She could see the young woman searching for something, almost, like a bubble that was percolating around her. It was thin, barely there, but Elyria could see it all the same. “They are, yet, they are still echoes of what they once were. I have walked worlds of smoke, worlds of half-truths, and that of the intangible. I have seen worlds of torment and unmistakable beauty. I have seen iridescent towers as high as small moons. Glaciers, that rippled with insensate lust. And one where it rains nothing but glass…”

“Nightmares hide in all of these. This one? It’s too small. They can’t breathe. They can’t live inside the barriers of the mind. There’s no room for anything real, no room to open their jaws.”

Their face was not their face. Elyria was certain that on some level Scherezade had experienced something so terrifying, that it felt physically, or metaphorically like a nightmare—But that was not the living breathing entity that she referred to. “At any rate…They cannot harm you here.”

“And they will never harm you with me.”

The Dark Mother moved through the caves still, winding, and twisting this way and that. They would reach fresh air soon. From that point, she would guide the brown-haired deWinter through the combat, through the defenses of this world, so that she could disable their command structure. Scherezade would ensure a victory for the people of Isley—And she would do so without breaking a nail. Where Elyria had once been condemned to watch, preordained to inaction, that was her fate no longer.

Her children would never be lonely again. They would never want, never be powerless, and never feel as if they had been abandoned by the very stars above. Scherezade asked why Elyria was helping her. Again, she paused, to turn, and smile. Dark eyes glimmered. Her pupil and iris were the same shade of onyx, drowning pools, designed to draw others in like miniature black holes. “Because I want to.”

Elyria turned her head back toward the dim lighting of the tunnel ahead and her hair moved over her shoulder, slithering, as if alive. The way was blocked. No matter. Her eyes closed and she raised her hand. The Darkside flowed. It churned and leaned, like a wave that had grown, becoming a tsunami with no true point of origin. It was hard to see her aura, to feel where it came from, because it would feel endless. As if it poured from everywhere, all at once, without end.

The rocks that blocked the way blew inward, large boulders and small, before rolling neatly out of the way. The structure of the tunnel itself remained entirely undisturbed.

“Too long have you walked alone. You need not. I am here now, tinira.”

Daughter. Yes. She had many children, but these two, Kaden and Scherezade, were her dearest. For all that they were. All that they were not. They held slivers of the eternal, echoes of pain, and a potential for power that she had recognized even through the dreaming dark. From this point forward, when they felt as if they couldn’t carry on, she would hold them, and the footprints left behind would be her own. She would protect them. Teach, them.

“I see light.”

 

[Áine]

Location: Yag'Dhul - Surface | Objective: Raid the Complex | [member=Hisashi] | [member=Orrin Teslit]


Áine, despite the situation they had found themselves in, smiled at Hisashi. 'I'm glad I made it too.' Already, Hisashi seemed to have a plan in motion, to which Áine could only nod her head. Orrin was already heading toward them it seemed, she could feel his muted presence growing clearer and clearer as the seconds ticked by. With little thought put to her actions, Áine joined Hisashi in projecting their presence to guide their blind brother to them. Where Hisashi's presence was loud and boisterous, obvious even through the storm of life blowing out like flames in the wind, hers was subtle and graceful. It wound around his, performing a dance none could ever hope to replicate the steps too. Hisashi's was the path Orrin would need to guide him to their sides, Áine's was the light that would illuminate it for him. While they waited she set her emerald gaze onto their target, the shadow she had used as a marker when she had first landed. This wasn't the first time she had been presented with such a challenge, but she still found herself nervous.

Her next movements had taken months for Hisashi to garner trust enough for, but now they came as naturally to Áine as breathing. Slender fingers tainted black reached out for his. It felt rather surreal being back on a battlefield that held such similarities to Mechis III. She needed his hand in hers to ground her, to bring her back to the mindset that she used in battle. Where she flourished in the midst of opulence and grandeur, Áine had seen little of the battlefield her companion called home. Hisashi relied on her to see him through the nuances of nobility, she required him to protect her in the heat of war. He was swift and deadly, with a mindset for being in the centre of destruction and chaos. Nothing gave her more peace then the calloused finger tips she wrapped around her own. Even if all else failed, they would be there to protect her.

With only a few brief moments before they were joined by others, Áine found concern had worked its way into her sweet tone. When she looked at Hisashi, her face displayed the same thing. 'Are you hurt?' For some reason, though she could see no devastating injuries to his person, Áine found herself unable to trust her own eyes. They could see his entrance had been almost as destructive as her own and, much like herself, he had an inclination toward hiding his pain, physical or otherwise. She needed to hear that he was okay, from him. There wouldn't be another chance to ask once they headed out to scale the walls. Despite her desire to relentlessly cling to the hand that encouraged her to think like a warrior, Áine forced herself to release Hisashi. The ever approaching presence of Orrin felt just on their doorstep, and she turned to meet her fellow assassin with a relieved smile.

When it was returned by Orrin, and after a quick glance to make sure he wasn't too badly injured, Áine spoke. 'Just ahead of us, a whole complex full. There are too many to count.' Áine walked forward and swept Orrin's hand up in her own. The crimson haired woman had been the one to bring him into the fold, to introduce him to a life beyond loneliness. Though she knew he could defend himself easily, Áine felt some sort of responsibility for him. Softly fallen foot steps guided him to Hisashi's side. 'You're facing it.' She released his hand and centred his shoulders so that the thick glass protecting his eyes reflected the bright explosions of heavy cannon fire cut through the air. 'Hisashi says we're going to scale the walls. There are SAMs inside that need disabling.' Her innocent tone made it sound as easy as walking. As though they weren't at all faced with the mammoth task attempting to break into a defence complex, not to mention the hundreds of Givin standing in their way.

The crimson haired woman slipped her lithe frame between Hisashi and Orrin. Though there was little time to spare, she was certain they could afford Orrin a few seconds to see if he could get his barrings. As her emerald orbs settled on the complex she let out a silent sigh that saw her nerves settle, just for the briefest of moments. If nothing else this would be a chance for them all to prove darkness, while destructive, was indispensable. The Seven Deadly Sins all had what any ordinary person would consider weaknesses, but these were what made them strong. They used them to their advantage. What better way to show it then this? Áine, though likely the most jittery of the three about the idea of scaling a wall, was the first to break the silence. 'As much as I'd love to stand and describe the scenery to you, we're wasting time. We'll catch you up on the way. Let's go.'

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Objective: Yag'dhul Surface [Find the Givin Complex/HQ - Help Others On the Ground]​

Tag: [member="Kaden Farr"] + Open​

“Can’t speak when they’re dead, vod.”

She sighed. That was probably the point. This just seemed like something that, potentially, could be solved without annihilating everything in their path. Daisy kept track of the discussion going on through the comms and tried to stay abreast on what was happening, but, she couldn’t do that, pilot, and keep them out of danger at the same time. Daisy had been raised a Mandalorian, tried and true, but her parents had been wonderful. Loving, and supportive.

The only real trauma in her life revolved around being forced to leave home. Forcie’s weren’t really welcome by the Mandalore. The laws kept changing, going up, going down…But Daisy wasn’t going to take that chance. She wasn’t going to get a bug in her back. And, she wasn’t going to wear a collar. Or a badge that marked her. It was humiliating. Frightening, because one of the most extreme options, not too long ago, had been death. Daisy didn’t want to die just for being born different.

The young woman hadn’t realized that she had frozen until Kaden’s voice came in. She flinched, and temporarily buried her worry for Scherezade, before weaving the gunship to make it harder to hit. Kaden managed to take out one of their pursuers and she released a joyful little whoop. He shot another down while they pulled up alongside an incoming Confederate cruiser and Daisy took the gunship straight up and over it.

Now, the remaining Givin would have to deal with that ship instead. Good luck!

As planned, the young woman leaned the ship into a curve, and careened down toward the planet itself. They weren’t being targeted, even as they pressed down through atmo, and Daisy did her best to get them through the danger zone as soon as possible. Right now, there were too many CIS troops for the Givin to deal with. They slipped right through the cracks…

“Ah think we’re clear…”, she murmured, slowly, pulling the gunship low to avoid attracting the attention of the surface defenses. The gunship didn’t have cloaking, but this way, she could get close to the people that had crash landed. There were calls for emergency reinforcements all over the place, especially from the air, but they were behind enemy lines now. Most people were tasked with finding the Givin Command Center so they could shut down their forces.

That would be their destination.

Daisy set down the gunship among the rocky, almost barren, landscape and sighed when the engine powered down. Already, stress ate at her, and she could feel the adrenaline from flying wearing off. She unhooked her harness and grabbed her helmet when she stood up. Weapons, check, and her armor was already on. The golden-haired Americus stepped toward the exit and waited for Kaden.

“We aren’t far from their central command. Breaking in shouldn’t be too bad—Hopefully we can find some of the others on the way. Ah reckon it's just a few clicks north...”

By others...She was secretly hoping to find [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. She was worried.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Survive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: Yag'dhul, Fortress trench[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: None currently[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The heat of magma seemed to fill the air on Yag’dhul, and Keva was poorly prepared for the heat. It made the trek her meager forces had embarked on all the more tortuous, albeit it had ended up incredibly short. Whilst the crash had eliminated the defenses near their current position, it did nothing for those fortifications and soldiers situated further in to the massive trenchwork of fortified walls. Keva was rudely introduced to the Givin’s masterwork fortress when a laser cannon rung from further along the walls, turning one of her few AATs into flying debris and fiery ruins. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Vun'bicn hah!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sending herself into a firestorm of colorful Cheunh, Keva dived down for whatever meager cover she could find. And meager it was, merely the ruins of her own tank. More lasers burned the ground, and Keva could do little more than curse whomever didn’t get a response back to her cry for reinforcements. Someone would pay at the end of this, if she survived, that was. And as if to add insult to injury doors hidden within the walls opened, unleashing a small army of the Givin’s own battle droids. Slamming her fist, Keva pulled out her Charric. So rare it had been since she needed to use her old sidearm, hoping out of her cover briefly: she popped off a wild shot, rather hopelessly missing one of the still far off droids.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The firefight followed, her droids desperately fighting against the machines the Givin had decided to throw at her pathetic army. But it was a hopeless fight, and Keva could do little more than watch as her forces crumbled under the withering barrage of fire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was losing. No. She lost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She lost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Rage boiled within her. She was bested by droids, by cowards hiding behind walls, abandoned to die. She began to growl, a low thing. Years of hatred, rage compressed for so long began to overfill. Her face turned into a snarl, and she looked within.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ever since she was young, Keva knew there was something [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]different [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]about her than her kin. And when she entered the Confederacy she had much greater chance to learn what made her so “different”. It was the Force, as they called it. So much more common in the wider galaxy, so infamous or famous had they been in Galactic history. And with that, she learned.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And with all that knowledge she had gained, she reached within. She let all that rage and fury manifest, all of what she had never been able to truly release until now. Her hand reached out, grunting she allowed herself to grasp the rubble of her AAT. Roaring she flung the ruins along, smashing the mounted guns that had been continuously pounding the remnants of her forces. But she did not relent, her blood boiled viciously. And she continued to fire her Charric, each shot making its mark. But alas, a pistol is not filled with unlimited ammo. And after felling quite a handful of droids, her charric went dead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But she did not relent. Her fury still unsatiated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Reaching onto her belt, she pulled out the Lightsaber that had so harmlessly sat there for so long. A trophy from when the Jen’ari were burned into ash, she allowed the crimson blade to burn into life. And so did Keva leap into the carnage, becoming now a whirling blender of moves too sloppy to ever kill a duelist, but more than sufficient to live droids in little more than pieces.[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

OBJECTIVE: Infiltrate and acquire data on a prototype Givin astrogation technology.
LOCATION: GIVIN DREDNOUGHT CALCULUS PRIME
TAGS: [member="Voph"] / [member="Srina Talon"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAqJYQgMV5Y​

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OPERATION STARHUNT​

::: LT Commander, Givin security personnel channels have been flooding with panic. :::

"Credits to those Confederate drop pods, right?" Julius rhetorically asked.

::: Correct, Sir. I have been able to nearly pinpoint their movement through the drednought using a triangulation method from Givin channels. :::

"Didn't I tell you to focus only on ripping that data, Juno?"

::: High danger protocols kicked in, LT Commander. I have attempted to recreate various routes based on Confederate movement patterns aboard the Calculus Prime. All destinations seem to pass through here, Sir. :::

"She's an independent one, ain't she, Sir?" Rix joked through the comms. The man knew of Julius' dislike of insubordination.

"I will deal with them. Map me the way ahead, Juno, and mark on my map a point where all these routes converge."

::: Already done, Sir. You need to leave now in order to intercept them. :::

"Alright. Rix, Lena - if I don't come back through that door. Blast everything and make your way out of here anyway you can."

Silent affirmatives came as a reply.

The LT Commander dashed off from the reactor room headed to the spot Juno marked on his HUD map. He had no time to lose as he aimed to intercept the Confederate forces aiming to give his team enough time to get this mission done. There was no other way.

Escape plan?

He'd think about it later.

Julius would duck behind a steel crate and aim his weapon towards the corridor the Confederate forces were supposed to come from. He was one man against a probably very skilled boarding party. He knew he wouldn't pull the trigger at first.

Not if there was another card to play.

 

[Madalena Antares]

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Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor
Wielding: Dyntech Power Staff | Yrkaa Sidearm
Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Keva"] [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Áine"] [member="Orrin Teslit"] [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Keira Cerdulan"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Kaden Farr"]

Knight Commander Madalena Antares had been on the ground for some time now, though up until now she had been standing inside a make shift intel tent that included various machinery and tech constructed to keep track of where the Confederates were going. She had neither planned nor strategized this mission, but her own task was very clear; Madalena's job was to make sure everyone on the Confederate side got out alive. Droids could be ruined, the lives of the Confederates could not.

Glowing eyes focused on the holographic map that was displayed in front of her, judging locations, blood pressures, any signs of vital signals and stress. As with any scenario of war or battle, everything was a mess. And yet, the corners of her lips curled into a tiny smile. This was what she was good at. This was why she was here. The song of the blood that sang through to her core when she was in her sister's body might no longer be present; but Madalena was working on a new song of her own. If physical combat was no longer to be what made her feel alive, other parts of the battle would.

The smile was removed from her face as she saw several drop pods being entirely vaporized by the enemy. She closed her eyes, uttering a few words in their memory, their names already popping up on the list of those whose families would be contacted when this was all done. And then came one wonderful message; the one from [member="Kurenai Yumi"].

Madalena remembered the Pathfinder fondly; they had been on a few missions together when Madalena herself was a Pathfinder too, and they would now be working again. Their job? Take out some of the turbo canons, and provide help and support where needed.

"Pathfinder Yumi, meet me at these coordinates," she sent to the vampire through the comm system, and grabbed her weapons. She'd spent enough time at the tent. Now was the time to move.