Glory to the Commonwealth [BTS Rebellion of Commonwealth Alexandria]

[James Harper]

Admiral James Harper stood over the holotable on the bridge of the CNS Resolute, reading every status report and trying to listen to every radio call that came in. The last month had been hell for the Commonwealth, and for himself. After the apparent disappearance of Lord of Admirals Horus, he had been made the acting commander of the Commonwealth by the military hierarchy. Barely a week later and the Commonwealth had already come under heavy assault. He was starting to feel his age as he studied the patterns of attack from the insurgent forces, trying to decide the best way to minimize the damages.

They had a few inherent advantages over the insurgents. For one, after the recent military defeat at Cerea, Commonwealth military forces had been in a high alert defensive posture both above and on Alexandria. Deployments to counter this threat would be rapid, efficient, and well-coordinated despite the chaos on the surface. Additionally, most of the citizens of Alexandria were either active, reserve, or former military, and those who weren’t probably were related to or lived with someone who was. The military disciplines pounded into Commonwealth servicemen lasted for a lifetime, so while there would be some measure of panic it would settle down quickly into order.

Harper keyed on his direct link to all senior officers under his command, both starship captains and planetary troop commanders. “Ok people, let’s pull our pants up and deal with this. Ground forces, we are declaring martial law. Roadway usage is now restricted to military use only. Get any civilian motorists off the road and set up road blocks at every major intersection. Patrol the rest of the streets with ground attack aircraft. Whatever Marines we don’t need to maintain our garrison I want to be in the streets looking for these people. Get our armored units on this too, APC’s, tanks, transports, anything with a mounted gun. The fleet has Shock Troopers standing by, ready to drop teams wherever reinforcements are needed.”

Harper then turned his attention to the orbital defense. “Fleet, maintain defensive formation. Arm all shipboard weapons, including the spinal rail guns and missile tubes. We’re going to start pinging out a warning signal informing any ships in system that we are under attack, and any vessel found operating without Commonwealth military IFF tags and not conforming to the current fleet defensive formation will be required to shut down until they can be detained and their ID and intent validated. If this order is not complied with then the craft will be shot down without second warning. Carriers, deploy all strike craft to carry out this order. Lets get all of our dropships in the air too. Any Marines that aren’t necessary to the on board security of our vessels are to be ferried down to the surface to fill in the gaps. Let’s get it done people! They can’t have our home without a hell of a fight.” He finished, and resumed monitoring his holotable. Admittedly these insurgents had started out strong. Now, however, it was the Commonwealths turn to strike; and these insurgents were about to learn just how nasty of a foe the Commonwealth could be when backed into a corner.

 

[Jackson Mills]

Jackson paced angrily as he awaited the order from command that would unleash he and his team on the bastards that had invaded his planet. Ever since the bombings had started he had been ready to go, armor on, MM101 locked and loaded and squad assembled. After that, as per usual, the military was having him wait. He understood well enough that they couldn’t just rush into battle without a plan, but that thought is little comfort when your childhood home is burning in front of you. He wanted to go out and do something about it, but was being forced to wait.

He and his squad were assembled in the main parade ground of Fort Hood, a military base just a few miles away from the capital. The fort had been a buzz of activity since the first explosions had gone off, but little had been done in the way of actual tangible response, at least from this particular garrison. Finally Jacksons Personal Data Pad (PDP) chirped, alerting him to a new message. He checked the PDPs monochrome screen to see a set of orders on the screen. “Alright men, let’s move! Get to the motor pool!” He called, and without further preamble led his men down to one of the many garages in the fort.

When he arrived he found a convoy of vehicles already assembled, consisting of a dozen canvas covered flatbed trucks, four APC’s (two in front, two in back) and two tanks, one on each side of the formation. He turned to his men and shouted, “Alright folks, this is what’s up. We’re riding into town on these rag-tops with eleven other squads in our convoy. There are several other convoys departing as well, headed to different parts of the city. We are headed to the east side, near the education district. When we get there we will disembark from the trucks and load civilians on board. We’ll send the civvies back to the fort in the trucks. The convoy will leave one tank and two APC’s with us. Once the civvies are safely away, we are going to secure intersections and block off high value structures.”

“Sir, what about the civilians who can’t make it into the trucks?” Came the voice of a relatively new Marine, Private Streuker.

“Any civilians with prior military service will be issued a weapon. Any who aren’t veterans or are infirm will need to hang out inside designated structures until we can get rescue to them. Dropships will be flying evac as much as they can, but they can only carry so many people, and we need them for ground support. Any other questions we can deal with on the road. Get your asses in the truck! Let’s go!” Mills shouted, and the Marines piled into the vehicle.

The acrid smell of military vehicle exhaust filled the air as the convoy began its trek toward the city. He felt vulnerable sitting inside the canvas topped vehicle, but he was ecstatic to finally be doing something about what was happening. He heard a loud roar and looked skyward out of the back of the truck. A squadron of four Scythe fighters screamed past them overhead causing the ground to shake and Jacksons ears to ring. The display was a reminder to him of the sheer military power that the Commonwealth was able to bring to bear on their transgressors. Those fighters, along with undoubtedly several others, were providing air cover for the entire city. Their 120mm rotary cannons and Air-Ground missiles could make short work of anything heavy that the enemy could bring to bear. He heard a short ‘brrrrrrrrrrpt’ Sound in the distance, which he knew to be the sound of said cannons firing at such a high rate that individual shots could not be distinguished. He wondered what their target had been.

He didn’t know who they were fighting, specifically. But he had to wonder how well their attackers knew the Commonwealth. Did they know that the military government had been established by the people? That it had been set in place to remove tyrannical rule? Did they know that he way of life of the Commonwealth, to serve the people in the armed forces, was a matter of the utmost pride? Did they know just how much the Commonwealth was willing to sacrifice to keep it all? Buildings could be rebuilt. Brothers, Sisters, Parents and Children could be lost and mourned. Landmarks could be marred beyond recognition; but the people of the Commonwealth would never fall.

As he pondered this, his truck came to a stop. They were on the outskirts of the education district, and it was time to go to work. “Everybody out, move move move!” He bellowed, and charged out of the vehicle.

As his boots hit the asphalt of the street he took a quick moment to take in his surroundings. The smell of smoke was wafting through the air, and there was debris strewn everywhere from the initial panic. The buildings immediately around him had been vacated, the people who had been inside undoubtedly were trying to get home, or to better shelter. Behind him more than a hundred Marines had disembarked from the flatbeds and were fanning out. “Alright people, let’s go!” He shouted, and led his squad forward.

 

[Richard Campbell]

Captain Campbell stood calmly in the bridge of the CNS Agincourt, a rock around which the waters flowed. The commotion was a productive one, so he chose to allow it to continue despite his preference for calm, professional operation. What changed this outlook was the suddenly detected incursion of starships in Alexandrian space.

“Quiet!” He bellowed, and the commotion died down. “Gunnery, get the coaxial railguns fired up and loaded with penetrator slugs, remove the safeties on our missiles and uncap the tubes, and get the spinal railgun charged and ready to fire. Operations, get the deflector shields up at maximum, and start getting our troops off of this ship and down to the surface. Communications, rally battle group Uluru to us and inform Admiral Harper that we are moving to engage enemy vessels.”

Campbell then received a command level message from Admiral Harper. He read it through and his eyebrows lifted slightly. “Mikado-Nine, your mission parameters.” He said, and turned to face the hulking super-commando who occupied the bridge. He handed him the datapad with the information and then without another word turned back to the rest of the bridge. “Gunnery, as soon as you have a clear firing solution open up on the enemy vessels with all batteries. Let’s get them out of our sky. Helm, move us into engagement range.”

 

[Lucien Galtier]

My squad and I dismounted our large ride and started towards the gaping hole that now served as the entrance to Boobie Bungalow. I noticed laser light and a small film of smoke filtering through the hole. A electronic beat could be heard from the outside.

“Damn sarge, you wrecked the place with that tank!” Pierre

“Relax, laddies love big guns,” Me

Charlie made his way to the whole and beckoned the rest of us forward. We entered the scene and discovered the girls all huddled behind the bar and all the tables tipped over. It was dark and the only sound that could be heard was the music.

“Hello?” Me

Multiple men stood up from behind the tables and bullet fire raced towards us. I dove behind a large island sporting a pole and Charlie joined me. Unfortunately Gomez was not so lucky. The man had taken a bolt straight to the neck and his precious life blood was now seeping out onto the floor around him.

“DAMN IT! I JUST WANTED A DRINK!” Pierre shouted from behind a nearby table.

We had apparently stumbled upon an officer's club. I should’ve figured since we were so close to base. I popped out of cover and laid down suppressive fire with my automatic 12 gauge.

“CHARLIE, MOVE UP!” Me

Charlie rushed from his cover and slid behind a table. Someone stood up at the same table and Charlie gave him the works. The man's head got blown clean off in a red mist as Charlie opened up with full auto. The body toppled backwards and charlie blind fired behind the table.

“SARGE, MOVE YOUR SHEBS!” Pierre

The dirty duros and Charlie hosed down the enemies And I stood from cover. I made my way forward hip firing my automatic shotgun. I didn’t even take cover as I emptied the drum into the enemy's location. I paused to reload and the enemy fire ceased. A lone man stood from behind cover.

“I surrender!”

I walked to him and grabbed him by the collar. I dragged him to Gomez’s body.

“BAD DOG!” I shouted at him as I flicked his nose.

“PIERRE FETCH THE FETHING CHAINS!”

 

[Klesta]

Location: Alexandria's capital city
Allies: Commonwealth [member="James Harper"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Richard Campbell"] [member="Horus"] [member="Gunther Creed"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Jackson Mills"]
Enemies: [member="Middenface McNulty"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Tirgenis"] [member="Gna Grimwasp"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Six-O"]
Objective: Defend the capital

"Priority targets: Sith Lords! Any hostiles around Sith Lords are also authorized targets! This isn't about indiscriminate firing: the Sith will target banks, power generators and other key areas"

"Uh, aren't you yourself a Sith Lord?"

"Here Sith Lords are hostile-specific: I'n a heretical Sith to them but the hostile Sith Lords are not worthy of the title Sith"

Uh, the Black Tie Syndicate preferred to deploy Sith Lords?I guess Christophsis disabled much of their military. Genius Cell will be pleased: there would not have been a Genius Cell in the first place without Jessica interfering with the Black Tie Syndicate, she thought, when one of the reports from the ground involved an AT-ST that was being cornered by a monster ([member="Middenface McNulty"]) whose fire aimed at the AT-ST took out the base of its legs. While the monster was busy swinging the AT-ST head around, and eating its legs, it didn't notice that the local population, on high alert since the past few weeks, began creeping out of the woodwork and aiming at the monster's treads. And turrets for those with the armor-piercing equipment, like particle rifles. Most of the citizens that could fight used other kinds of small arms: slugthrowers, blasters, designed to fight infantry. And as such they would go out looking for Sith Lords while the APCs, tanks, (and AT-STs, AT-AAs as far as Yula is concerned) are out there patrolling the streets in search for vans driven by Sith Lords or other bandits accompanying said Sith Lords.

"AT-ST down! AT-ST down!" the gunner of the AT-ST shouted over comms, while the head was swinging around, forcing the head to fire erratically while the bottom part of the legs were being eaten.

"Two priority targets on the monster: fire at the treads or fire at the turrets" the AT-ST driver told its gunner. "General, this is Chicken 10, requesting assistance"

Yula changed channels from Chicken 10 to Commonwealth attack craft. "Strike craft, target confirmed: a monster on treads with multiple turrets capable of eating AT-ST legs"

Meanwhile, one of the machineguns positioned at a roadblock Yula ordered set up has hit [member="Miss Blonde"]'s van, rendering it an Emmentalian mess (that is, filled with slugthrower holes) and the snipers on overwatch near said roadblock spotted men setting up an E-Web at the back of Blonde's van, and later shooting at the E-Web; however, the shooting conditions were less than ideal given the shooting angles that the cover provide them to shoot at the E-Web. What the Black Tie Syndicate didn't suspect was that their intervention forced the planet on a general alarm on a level requiring martial law to be in effect. Which meant that backup was soon coming to any known high-value target such as a bank, critical utilities grid points (like power plants, water treatment plants and so on, so forth), officers clubs, military academies. And the poodoo will hit the fan of the BTS and the Sith among them soon enough.

"Open a channel to Admirals [member="James Harper"] and [member="Horus"]"

"Channel open"

"Admiral, there is a high probability that Sith Lords are among the hostiles! I recommend that snipers are set on overwatch with slugthrowers ready to fire when Sith Lords or other bandits are confirmed. My own forces cannot cover more than a single district"

 

[Darren Jarok]

Kane turned to look at the men.

"Get the heavy weapons and speeders. We're going clubbing." He muttered.

2 speeders with 3 seats were off loaded the ship with some heavy weapons as well. They got onto the speeders then sped to away to that club. Upon arrival to the club, Kane noticed a tank parked in front. He boosted himself onto the tank then tossed a thermal detonator inside blowing the tank up.

"Go kill everybody inside. I'll get do the demos." He said with raspy chuckle.

The group began speaking before one of the men equipped some heavy armor then grabbed a Z6 rotary cannon. They grabbed their weapons and some armor before barging into the club. The opened fire on people with commonwealth uniforms. Most were military officers and troops. Screams were heard before they were silenced.

He chuckled then grabbed some explosives for leveling buildings then placed it around the building.

 

[Six-O]

"They gonna really kill you good yeti boy. " Transport Guard taunted, "Pity I'm gonna miss smellin' that sissy soft fur o'yours burn" He nudged a Shotgun wielding colleague. "Don't see what all the flap is over this big mop rag, " They both laughed, Driver too.

"Yeah I wou'nt mind killin' this snow ape m'self, right?" He waved his shotgun slowly side to side. "Not our fault, Sir. Big whitey just done got up and went ape poodoo."

"Hey, monkey!" He pounded the side of a closed fist against the metal seperating cage. "He's talkin' to you."

Xoorurm had been gazing out of the window, his hands chained, body uncomfortably large in this small bench seat. The passing Speeder seemed more important than the snubbing of these doughy, pink, flagmen.

"Yooru ro nuuloodu" The Grigoran modulated through his breathing apparatus deeply, eyes still keeping tab on the rain thrashing escort outside.

"What you say, beastie? Huh?!" He smashed fist to cage once more, Xoorurm was their only charge today. "We ain't speak mongrel, monkey!"

"Yooru

ro

nuuloodu" Xoorurm repeated, turning his large head forward towards those that would gibe him. "Yuwoona su navonoolo"

"What he just tell you, yeti?!"

"Mm." He looked to his cohort, Driver grinning and daring a glance over to his buddies while Six-O's speeder passed back in to their lane, racing several meters ahead. "Sound like a Code 30 to you boys?"

"11-99"

"D

O

A"

They shared a dull chuckle. The chief antagonist opening the cage door, "Well, ain't this a sit'ee'ation we're in? I told 'em this door needed repairs."

"Sure did."

"Ha ha ha ha" The Grigoran puffed deeply, taken aback at this base humor. "Poozuunala, wakuuz uu da."

"I am gonna enjoy this, let me tell ya." From his waist he removed utility belt, handing it to his gun toting back up after pulling baton from clip ring. "Boy I'm fixin' to get seriously medieval on you. That shaggy white carpet you call a mama gonna drop dead from--"

"Ha!" Xoorurm cried, "Guwoonuso, yazzuuno mal" He killed his mother, in fact.

Those that were aware of the Grigoran's legend would have told this naive man. Xoorurm here had bludgeoned that beastly ogress with a massive rock. They say he hit her so many times over and over and over again that the very stone that was her demise had shattered in to a trillion trillion trillion grains of dust. Simultaneous creating the shale shores and red seas of his Ice World.

In reality he had only struck her fifty-two times, and the rock had only weighed ninety pounds. But it had done well grinding her skull in to paste, regardless.

"I'm 'bout to do things to you, doormat, that gonna make the One Sith Purges look like some Old Republic fairy tale."

"Duu ett" The Gigoran taunted in terrible Basic, barely having to even recline his head to look this sapling in his weak eyes.

"Man, I love me these Sithspittin' XenoKarks. I'ma bust that head, oh you wait!" He gritted his teeth, swiping baton up over his left shoulder. Intending quite corruptly to clack such a cadence of blows against this large creature that they'd need to design an entire research station to piece together what he'd once been.

But then,

The repulsor breaks howled like a terrible klaxon. The back end of the Transport Bus strode upwards, the nose of the vehicle belching sparks, and scraping that slate grey finish as it yelled in agony against the Speeder Lane below. Metal dented and bodies were jarred with from vicious momentum.

Xoorurm's restrainer chains that had been securely fastened to floor tore away as if it had been made of simple foil. His massive heft and 2.3 Meter tall body heaving forward with such gusto that he bulldozed through four rows of seats.

"By Emperor!" The Billy Club wielding Jack Boot bellowed, rolling like thrown rag doll, his body denting the secure cage of the Pirsoner Hold.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

Six-O had sprung feet first from rear of his vehicle, glass turned to shards as he came through Driver-side window an IG-Model Missile.

His right foot struck the unsuspecting Driver directly in face. His skull offered little resistance in the matter; As it bloomed from all sides, cranial bones transformed to shearing blades of bloodied white, Brain and flesh rendered to some odd, newly discovered fruit pulp.

"Grrahhppff" The Gunman growled, rattled with such violence that by the time Six-O had righted himself upwards to his feet, he still hadn't fully recovered.

Shaken, and on single knee he tried to twist the Shotgun towards the Droid. But Six-O was just too quick. He swept the left side of barrel with right claw, clutching it with unrelenting strength. A shot clapped like a dull thud inside the wreck, peppering the back of the Speeders crumpled in rear-end with buckshot through the front window.

Though it was clearly futile, the Guard still tried to resist. That tasty tune of the Starman droning from the twisted steel afore them, rain now coming down in thick sheets.

"St. . . and d. . .down, Droid!" The human instinctively said, so used to the Slavery of Six-O's kind that it just sort of fell from his lips.

"Krusulza da frenuma, S'eex-Oo!" The Grigoran huffed, slightly dazed. Six-O was free, though. He was right.

The Droid let the man struggle on longer, trying so desperately to wrest the gun from the Droid's single-claw grasp. Those red sensors just drinking this laughable quest with such bitterly indifferent calm.

"Ah. . .aaayahhaahahayyyaaahhh!" There was a sudden shrill and surprised rumble of terrified Human speak. The man must have just computed that a metal hand was being pressed through his chest, ribs crushing to splinters that popped louder than the Gun had as Six thrust through him.

As a used and unworthy toy he was lobbed aside, rattling the Secure Cage with limp body, his howls now turned to simple smacking of lips as the hands twitched over the seepage of innards from the obsolete flesh chassis. You're dead, Organic. It's not a dream.

"S'eex-Oo!" The Grigoran modulated to old friend as the dented door was yanked loose. There was a moment the two regarded each other with solemn silence. Xoorurm rubbing head and shoulder, his Respirator wheezing heavily.

"Wh- -what's this. . . what you do Droid?" The man demanded weakly, his body bruised up.

And as that rain fell, and the music played, those yells could be heard for miles.

But the real fun, that was yet to come.



[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Horus"] [member="Lucien Galtier"][member="Kane Parsk"][member="Richard Campbell"][member="Jackson Mills"] [member="Miss Blonde"][member="Middenface McNulty"][member="Dean Letham"][member="Brent Smith"][member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"][member="Darth Ferox"][member="Darth Abyss"][member="Onley Xiangu"]

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: Alexandria, Surface
OBJECTIVE: Taunt old(er) men.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | Blonde’s Merry Band of Filth
ENEMIES: [member="Yula Knezevic"] | Whoever wants to get in their way.


He barked a laugh at the men dropping from the transport behind him while he had the moment to do so. Those first soldiers had been surprised but on a planet full of military personnel that wouldn’t last long. Soon training would take over the animal part of their brain and push them in to action. It was prudent to press the advantage up to that point. “Did you both forget to drink your prune juice this morning? Come on - I know you’ve both got some poodoo up your sleeve.”

Then he watched soldiers turn their guns on each other.
Poodoo indeed.
Nice.

Miss Blonde’s call had come enough in advance that Onley had had time to ask an infochant friend for readings of the general layout of the city, affording them somewhat of an idea of more important banks in the area. No doubt the straight line path would soon turn rather crooked but for the mean time.

A whole mess of soldiers came barrelling around the corner. As the BTS’ attack was only just beginning these were the uncoordinated initiates, those on the front line of defense against a new threat. As an Acolyte Onley had been rash, expending his fantastic power in seconds for an explosive show but minimal payoff. While no one would ever accuse him of being level-headed now, he had at least learned what it meant to take his time - to mete out his ability in small steps to make it last.

With a flick of his wrist, a crackling string of lightning singed through his gloves and grabbed at exposed power lines on the side of a building ahead. The sudden overload and pull of his motion in the Force ripped them from their moorings. They fell to the street, whipping around like writhing snakes right in the middle of the gang of soldiers. A few of them fell, shrieking in agony as they were electrocuted. The rest kept running, leveling guns at the Sith Lords near Onley.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Is that enough "poodoo" up my sleeve for you?"

He commented on [member="Onley Xiangu"] question, while following the sith knights little trick with the power line. It was a good one. This whole day was getting better by the minute. As the first blaster bolts began to rain down on Onley, [member="Darth Ferox"] and himself, the crimson blade from his belt jumped into his hand, rotated through the air for a few seconds to deflect the first wave of compressed gaß shoot at them and then waa deactivated again. He loved his saber, but it was a personal weapon, reserved for fights between those who earned it to be fought with it, and not for some common soldiers that were foolish enough to think that they stood a chance against him and his allies.

"Can you hold this for a second?"

He extend the hilt of his saber to the sith knight, while his left rose again. Letting his enemies fight each other was effective, but it got old fairly quickly. Their enemies of the day were easy to beat, but it offered him a opportunity to play with the powers he had, and see how far he could go. His mind extended once more, trying to focus on the thoughts of as many of them at once as he could. They already felt fear after a man that looked a bit like he had just risen from his grave made their friends kill each other with nothing but a wave of his hand, so it was a good bit easier to influence their minds. His right followed his left, as he needed more power, more focus for what he had in mind. He picked something simpler than controlling them, instead he decided to plant an idea in their heads. There was no way to be sure how many of them would be directly affected by his attack, but he aimed to best his personal record of four today.

"When I snap, you will be dead."

And then he snapped. It wasn't needed for the attack, but more a bit of show, to entertain himself and his allies, while creating fear in the minds of the unaffected soldiers. As the sound of his fingers echoed over to his enemies, five of them simply dropped to the ground, neither breathing nor able to hold a thought. Not because he had actually killed them, but because he had tricked their minds into thinking that they were dead.

[member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Martial Law. Those two magic words that let people know how much freedom they truly had. Was your loved one trapped under a building a few blocks away? Too bad, go outside and you'll be shot or arrested. Grandma at the hospital dying? Sucks to be you. Miss Blonde was pretty sure most people didn't particularly enjoy the situation, who would? But none of that would matter soon enough, they had enough people on the ground to cause mass destruction and hit key targets, that wasn't a huge issue. The top brass could act like everything was picture perfect in Alexandria, that everyone was a good little soldier and followed orders to the letter, but they were wrong. Their way of life had failed, their government had failed, and now the vultures were here to pick the carcass clean. And Blonde was more than happy to be called a vulture, Caw Caw, queen.

But Miss Blonde had to hand it to the Commonwealth, for a planet with a failed government their reaction time was impeccable. Her old van was even coming under fire from folks who weren't even part of the school, now that was impressive. Still pointless, but impressive none the less. Her plan didn't involve a firefight with the local authorities.

"Inside. Now." Blonde ordered in a stern voice.

Herself and her tactical team would enter the school and would push down the halls of a school that was on lockdown. People were locked in their classrooms or trying to evacuate, and they probably should considering who they were dealing with. Blonde was on a warpath and she was determined to get the criminal underground back into relevancy, this was about more than her just her organization, to hell with the Black Tie Syndicate. This was about every single criminal across the galaxy having somewhere new to thrive, to bring real power to the scum and villainy. A noble cause if ever there was one.

Once she rounded the corner they came to an honors classroom that was on lockdown, the doors were shut tight and the thick steel door was locked. Reaching on her tactical vest the woman pulled out an anti security blade and jammed into the electronic lock. It didn't take very long for the blade to crack the lock and open the door. With it sliding open the woman stepped inside to see a group of young men and women huddled towards the back of the room. By the looks of them most of them weren't even old enough to drink. Seniors to the school who would do most excellent.

"Set up the turret." Blonde said to her men.

Quickly they would drop down a duffel bag and set up a portable blaster turret, it wasn't anything big, roughly a blaster carbine sized auto turret that would start firing the moment anyone tried anything. Blonde however would throw down about four suicide vests for the class to see.

"Strip." Blonde said with very serious intent.

A few awkward moments later, the floor was filled with pristine white uniforms of students and faculty and explosive vests were placed on four of the class of twenty five. There was enough explosive force in the vests to of course bring down a good chunk of school, Blonde just liked to be certain. Having played the dressing game, Blonde and her men switched out clothes with the students and they were now dressed like them. Blonde of course had a bandana covering the bottom half of her face with her mask placed in a bag.

"I'll make myself clear. You move, the turret shoots you. You try to defuse the bombs, you all die. You so much as try to escape and I kill you all. Now my friend here will be staying behind to ensure that you all play by the rules." Blonde would toss the detonator over to a masked figure that had yet to change out of its clothes.

Catching it swiftly the masked machine took off its blank face plate to reveal it was a War Dog, a droid that couldn't be wirelessly hacked into and ran on its own operating network. With the detonator in its hand it pushed the button down triggering the deadman switch.

"Now I have personally programmed this deadman switch. It's activated. That means if his thumb isn't on the button or the signal is lost or jammed the failsafe kicks in on your vests and you all go sky high. If I don't check in with him every ten minutes he has orders to blow this place. So remember, don't move, don't vex me, and don't try anything, and you'll be fine. Now I bid you all a good day." Blonde said with a smile from beneath her bandana.

But before she could leave the woman grabbed one of the students and took them into her custody.

"Vehicle bay, now." Blonde would shove her pistol into the girl's face and they would quickly leave the room locking it once outside with the team arming the turret on the way out.

Blonde and her team now had hostages and they were running through the halls of the school dressed as students to make it towards the vehicle bay.

[member="James Harper"] [member="Jackson Mills"] [member="Richard Campbell"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Kane Parsk"] @Six-O@ Onley Xiangu [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: I
Objective: Reinforce Quarantine of Alexandria
Location: Edge of the Alexandria System.
Allies: The Commonwealth
Enemies: Anyone stupid enough to poke their head up and resist.

The might of the First Order was not a thing to be forgotten, nor was the -benevolence displayed by the same government. The Commonwealth were ideological fellow travellers to the First Order. Groups with similar aims, and divergences in terms of the Force, but nonetheless believers in a strong military rule. As soon as Naval Command had learned that Alexandria had been compromised, they sent one man to detail the situation. A man who owed his life, his ship and his crew to the diligence of Commonwealth.

Carlyle Rausgeber walked aboard the bridge of the Vindicator, vigor in his step. Beneath him, a crew of veterans from the Omega Conflict hurridly prepared their stations for imminent arrival upon the planet. "Helmsman, how long till our arrival?" Carlyle asked, anxiously pacing up and down the bridge.

"Sir, we have approximately two minutes." The Helmsman reported.

"Good, very good," Carlyle replied with a sadistic smile, "What's the readiness of our troops colonel?"

From behind Carlyle, at the edge of the bridge, Battlegroup Colonel Adolphus Heinz stood in his officers battlegear, "We are imminently ready Commodore," The colonel reported, "Our troops will be ready for disbarkment as soon as the hangars open."

"Good, good." Carlyle said, "Now, gentlemen, prepare for jump to real space. Today, we give these scum, the graves they deserve."

@Six-0 | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Jackson Mills"]

Fleet Composition:

4x Imperial X Star Destroyers
4x Victory X Star Destroyers
3x Consolidator class carriers.
2x Stormcloud Assault Cruisers
6x Denial Class Corvettes
4x Steadfast Medical Cutters

 

[James Harper]

Admiral Harper was continuing to monitor the course of the battle from orbit. While the situation certainly wasn’t ideal, the Commonwealth wasn’t doing poorly. Ground forces were mobilizing to contain the situation, air support was finally fully deployed, and civilians were being evacuated. In orbit battlegroup Uluru was still moving to engage the enemy vessels and the rest of the fleet was ready to fight, sitting on standby in case additional forces were needed.

“Sir, report from Colonel Bateman. Troops in the city are facing scattered pockets of resistance, mostly guerrilla tactics. The enemy is doing hit and runs, so we’re having a hard time pinning any of them down.” Reported one of the communications officers.

“Tell Colonel Bateman that whatever manpower can be spared from the evacuation and roadway denial efforts should be redirected to search and destroy operations. If they attempt to flee and we cannot pursue then ground forces have approval to call air support. Try to avoid collateral damage where possible, but destruction of infrastructure is approved if deemed necessary.” Harper replied to the same officer.

“Sir, we’re reading multiple contacts coming out of hyperspace near Alexandria. Big ones.” Called his sensors technician.

“Dammit, what the hell is it now?” He replied angrily, and stormed over to the sensor station.

“They’re coming out now…Sir, it’s the First Order! Twenty-three ships, including medical ships.” The sensor tech stated, a huge grin spreading on his face.

“Those big, beautiful bastards…” Harper said in a low voice, fighting to keep his own smile down in favor of a neutral, professional face. “Comms, open a tight beam channel to the lead ship.”

“Aye, sir, channel open!” Came the reply a moment later.

“This is Admiral James Harper, acting commander of Commonwealth forces, calling the commander of the First Order fleet. Your timing couldn’t be better. After this is over, I owe you a drink. Proceed in system, you are tagged as friendly. Coordinate with our orbital operations officers, we’ll work you into the traffic pattern. Harper out!”

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Assert Orbital Dominance, Land Troops.
Location: Orbit of Alexandria
Post: II
Allies: Commonwealth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-C2wCcuKmLI

The battlegroup leaped out of lightspeed with a jolt. The twenty three massive cruisers slowly drifted towards the Commonwealth fleet. "Commodore, the Commonwealth fleet has hailed us on comms." The Communications Officer reported.

"Play it for us then." Carlyle replied, turning around to watch Comms. The officer fiddled with his panel, and began to play the message.

“This is Admiral James Harper, acting commander of Commonwealth forces, calling the commander of the First Order fleet. Your timing couldn’t be better. After this is over, I owe you a drink. Proceed in system, you are tagged as friendly. Coordinate with our orbital operations officers, we’ll work you into the traffic pattern. Harper out!” The recording said.

Carlyle listened, and looked at Comms "Send Admiral Harper a reply," Carlyle said, "Record this." Carlyle cleared his throat, "Admiral Harper, I am Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Imperial Navy. Our fleet awaits orders at your convenience. Attached with my fleet is two regiments of troops. Mechanised and infantry based. My army colleagues request landing permissions for their troops, and would appreciate any direction you could give them. I'll appreciate that drink," he added with a wry smile, "Rausgeber out."

Carlyle moved towards the front of the bridge, he turned, and faced all his men. "Alrighty gentlemen, here's the play today. The Commonwealth is under attack, and we're here to help." Carlyle called, "But, we are operating by their rules of engagement, and under their command. I take it that our friends won't take too well to us blowing up their things, so I emphasise this, and only this. No disintegrations." Carlyle paused to let that sink in, "Alrighty then, gentlemen, let's move out!" he barked, "Get in touch with their orbital ops and see where they need our firepower!"

[member="James Harper"]

 

[Lucien Galtier]

My squad and I were back in our tank, but this time it was with a whole storage of liquor bottles we had pilfered from Boobie Bungalow. I passed a bottle to Pierre who was currently attempting to show one of the dancers how to aim the cannon. Pierre took the bottle and drank greedily while groping the girl. I reached towards my feet and found another. Then the screams began again.

“AHHHHH,” Guy chained to the front of the tank.

“Charlie shut that dumb ass up!” Me

“Aye, aye sir,” Charlie

I watched as the machine gun opened fire and bullets raced inches above the HVT’s face. The man's screams were drowned out by the glorious sound of gunfire. I couldn't wait to get this kriffin kharker to Miss Blonde. He was really killing my vibes…

“Blonde! Where should we meet you with this guy!”

I had to shout to be heard over the gunfire, but I was confident she could hear. We entered the main highway and began rolling our way to the city proper once more.

“Checkpoint ahead!” Me

I watched as we closed on one of the seemingly hundreds of checkpoints that lined the outter city. Pierre merely smiled as he loaded a round into the cannon.

“Show ‘em what you learned doll!”

The drunken Twillek gave him a lopsided grin then fired the cannon. I heard a boom then watched the round race towards the checkpoint. When the smoke cleared and the debris settled their was nothing left. The Twillek clapped her hands together in glee.

We were that much closer to completing our objective and getting paid… I took another swig of my booze, then I noticed drop ships hovering above the city. I parked the tank and hopped out. I unchained the screaming man and threw him inside the tank.

“One word out of you and your dead. Now you know the drill boys and gal, we're a commonwealth tank crew now. No more sporadic fire, no more explosions, and no more booze. Play it cool,”

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

Objective : Secure the School/Academy's Kommandant.
Condition : Dead or a live. In one piece if deceased.


Chaos, at the pull of [member="Miss Blonde"] 's fingertips. With that one blast, the whole surrounding area evolved into an all-out warzone. He knew their reinforcements would arrive shortly and that the security guards inside the school would be arming themselves with higher caliber weapons and gear. He said he'd have about 5 minutes to wipeout the poorly armed guards, interrogate one of them, and find the Kommandant. Off flew the door of the van, and out came the large, 100 plus pound hammer. Fist of peace. With a single stroke of this hammer someone could be executed for mass murder. If they were even strong enough to wield it properly. A wookiee or greater could probably utilize it at half or seventy-five percent efficiency.

He stepped out the back of the van and charged towards the rest of the security team that had been guarding the checkpoint. They formed an advanced firing line in front of him and with a 'whoosh' of the hammer, down went the first row. The second row he had used his hand to conquer. A single guard, injured with a broken arm was left standing. He reached out and grabbed the straggling guard by his neck. He felt like a worm wriggling in his hands, larger than the whole size of his head.

"The school kommandant. Where is he? Tell me the size of your guard force, where the kommandant is, and where your armory is. Tell me now" He said with a rough shake of the guard, "Or your face will begin the mating process with the cement."

The guard managed to croak out with pain a 'closing' feeling on his throat.

"I'll never tell anything to you! You... You ape!"

There were many things Tirgenis didn't like. Slavery, Abuse, and more... But the one thing he couldn't stand most of all was being called an ape. The endgame of all his foes he might have spared before.

He grabbed the guard by his head and threw him into the nearby wall, with usage of only moderate force. The crack of his leg popped against the wall, and a yelp was heard from his somewhat dying breath. He went over to the guard, picked him up and managed to say with a look of disgust on his face.

"Guard force size. Kommandant's location. Armory location. I'm granting you one last chance."

"The... The Kommandant is in his office... Theres a safe room under the desk... The guard force is only 125 men.. But expect reinforcements...'

That was all he needed to know. He grabbed the man and threw him into the wall once more, a gasp of breath coming out to be his last breath. And with that, he marched towards the Kommandant's office based on the map he took from the deceased guard's body.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
He grabbed his communications device and said :

"Miss Blonde, this is Ape. The Kommandant is in his office in a safe room. The guard force is relatively small, but expect reinforcements. Armory location unknown."

With that being said, he grabbed the hammer with both of his hands and full-force slammed it into the wall, leaving a large hole in it's place. The room was empty, and he lifted up the desk, tossing it aside to see a closed hatch underneath it.

 

[Darren Jarok]

Kane had all the explosives set ready to bring down the building and kill any other officers inside that club. He boosted himself to the roof using his jetpack. On the roof, A man in an officer's uniform made love with a Twi'Lek girl in the of the roof. Just as the man was about to begin the fun, Kane shot the man through the head sending him to the ground dead. A chuckle escaped Kane's mouth as he turned to look at the Twi'Lek who was freaking out.

"Shut the hell up." He said.

He activated the comms then contacted the men downstairs.

"Get out of the building. I'm gonna blow the charges." He muttered while looking at the Twi'Lek.

"I'd love to stay but, You gotta go." Kane said as he activated his jetpack and went into the sky.

He pulled out the detonator as the Twi'lek shrieked at him. With the press of a button, Explosions began around the building. Big ones. The building began to lean to the side before tumbling down crashing into the building next to it. Under Kane's helmet, A smile burned through.
Activating the commlink to contact [member="Miss Blonde"], The other building had a large explosion to the side, Probably from gas leaking.

"A job well done, Their all dead. Just as you requested. Though..I may h

 

[James Harper]

Admiral Harper allowed a grin to show through his hard, professional appearance as the reply from Commodore Rausgeber came back to him. The arrival of the ships and ground forces of the First Order was a morale boost if there had ever been one, and the final confirmation of the fleets intent was enough to finally force the smile out.

He gestured to the comms tech who reopened the channel. “Commodore, orbital ops will help coordinate, but let’s streamline the process. At the moment please deploy your Starfighters and blanket the entire planet with patrols. Make sure nothing breaks orbit without the combined fleets knowledge or approval. Also move your Star Destroyers into a blockade position, but be ready to move in and reinforce if needed. We don’t want anything to get away. As for ground deployment…” He paused and consulted the holotable, which displayed current unit positions and status.

“Right now we’re trying to get road blocks set up on every major intersection and roadway in the capital. Currently all non-military traffic is prohibited, as the insurgents appear to be using vans on the roadways as their main method of transit. Those road blocks and check points are draining most of our dirtside manpower, so if you could have your Stormtroopers take over the road blocks it would free our Marines up to actually seek these bastards out. If you could use any armor and gunships you brought with you to support our Marines as they clear the city I know our boys would thank you.”

Harper was a little torn about the ground based orders. It seemed a waste of perfectly good shock troops to place them on such defensive lines. Simultaneously however, he didn’t want a misplaced blaster bolt to cause a political incident. The First Order didn’t know the city or the people like the Marines did, and it wouldn’t be hard at all for a misunderstanding to occur in such a disjointed battle.

“We’re forwarding you a map marked with good landing zones and staging grounds for your men, both inside and outside of the city, and the positions we need you to occupy. Let’s get it done and send these wastes of space back to the hell they spawned from.”

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Objective: Search & Destroy - Vans
Tag: [member="Jackson Mills"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Janice Lastimosa"] | [member=George] | [member="Eli Brooks"] | [member="Isaac Knight"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"] | [member="James Harper"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
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[Theme - The Storm (This is Our Land)]​

"This is MPD Sickle-One-Seven-Eight, callsign 'Friendly Brute' to HOME FLEET. We're making atmospheric entry, can I get grid coordinates on one of those tagged vans?" the crew chief requested over the intercom. His voice was hardly audible over the quiet murmurs and heavy breathing of the marines in the troop bay. Super-Commando Jaguar Dean Letham towered over them, an indomitable titan carved out of pure titanium, or so it looked. He was armored from head-to-toe, with not an inch of skin revealing itself. His thighs holstered officer sidearms, and a rifle was slung over his shoulder.

"Friendly Brute this is HOME FLEET operator Charlie Two-Two-Eight-One-Six, sending the coordinates now. Target van is currently moving along a bypass, unknown number of hostiles within, clear to engage," there was a deathly calm to the tone of the operator. The MPD began to dip and change direction, while the gravity fields held their feet to the floor of the transport his stomach still resisted and he felt his lunch slush around. His head craned when he heard he wasn't the only one feeling ill, a marine lurched over and vomited on the boots of the soldier next to him. No one made a comment, the marine wiped his mouth, his face a pale green, and stood back at attention, ready to disembark.

All of them were scared, even Dean, but they had the homefield advantage. This was their land, their soil, their people. They didn't know how many terrorists there were, or their plans, all they could do was wipe them out one by one until the vermin were exterminated. It was then that the MPD shuddered, something had fired, and a distant explosion almost erupted their eardrums. They winced at the slight pain of the noise. "Making landfall, go, go, go!" the crew chief roared. The rear troop bay door lowered, the MPD hovered two meters above the asphalt of the bypass.

Dean Letham was the first to jump, leaping from the troop bay and landing on the road with a shudder. The rest of the marines surged out like a horrible tide, crashing down on the surface of the laneway. When the last boots had hit the ground the MPD began to lift, and in a matter of seconds it was already lifting higher into the sky, returning to the Agincourt to deploy more troops. The Jaguar turned his head and saw what the rockets had hit, or rather, annihilated. The smoking carcass of a van sat alone on the bypass, it was the only vehicle in sight. With the city on lockdown and the planet under martial law, all vehicles were off the streets, except these.

Dean raised a hand and ordered the marines to flank the van. A black acrid plume of smoke rose into the sky, the smell of charred flesh and singed hair was apparent in the air. As they closed in on the van they could hardly recognize the humanoid forms slouched over the dashboard of the vehicle. A marine tried to open the door but the handle had turned into molten slag and made it impossible to open. Dean rounded the corner of the van, drove his fingers into the crack of the vans rear double-doors and slowly warped the metal, bending it into a mishapen form allowing the marines access. There was eight corpses inside, and one was still breathing, but he looked just as dead as the rest. "He's useless, put a bullet in him," Dean ordered, "Kark em," a marine said, pulling the trigger and driving a bullet between the thugs eyes.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: III
Objective: Blockade The System
Location: Alexandrian Orbit.

"Secondary transmission received!" Comms reported, Carlyle moved to the man, his white flowing cape dragging behind him regally. He looked down at the officers console, and listened as the message played.

"I think the admiral has made himself more than clear," Commodore Rausgeber said with a wry smile, "Deploy the TIE fighters, I want the whole planet blanketed, with our TIE's." Carlyle ordered, "The fighters are to report back constantly to the fleet, and Commonwealth command. I'll get our pilots comms lines to their appropriate sectors." Carlyle looked at the TIE officer, "They are to constantly report their locations, and any suspicious behaviour."

The TIE Operations Officer nodded, and moved to his station "Don't worry sir, I'll get the crews to their fighters."

"Good," Carlyle replied with a smirk, "Helmsman, and Comms, coordinate our ships to move into primary blockade position." Carlyle ordered, "I want nothing to arrive or leave the system without our command. And if something tries to, I want us ready to move, and run our ships down their throats."

"Aye aye sir!" The Helmsman replied, saluting, "We'll get all ships to blockade formation Delta Four."

Colonel Heinz watched the Commodore expectantly, "Colonel, deploy your troops at their landing zones. These checkpoints are to be enforced with maximum zealotry. Don't be afraid to shoot, but don't shoot first. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal Commodore." The Colonel replied dryly, he raised his hand to a salute.

"May Supreme Leader guide you." Carlyle responded, saluting. With that Colonel Heinz marched off of the Vindicator's bridge at a brisk pace. Carlyle turned back to comms, "Prepare another transmission for Admiral Harper."

"Yessir." Comms responded.

"Admiral Harper, we are deploying our troops as per your instruction. Within moments, our TIE fighters will be conducting sweeps of the city and surrounding areas. Our troops and armour are readying for deployment, and our fleet is moving to take up full blockade position. If we find the enemy, we'll destroy them. We request our fighters and military assets be patched into your communications network in order to increase effectiveness. Rausgeber out." Carlyle said, before turning to Comms, "Green light our troop transports, I want our full compliment deployed within twenty minutes."

"It will be done Commodore." Comms replied. Carlyle turned away, and looked out as the fleet began to deploy itself, and the planet of Alexandria became closer.

[member="James Harper"]

 

[Gna Grimwasp]

the skys were awash with shops ans patroles now. good thing Gna knew how to keep a low profile being tiny helped too the Sultry ewok docked in order sticking to protocol papers all in order and Gna took off in her tiny toy sized truck.
she chose this dock for a reason it was close to a used ship lot.
she parke close to a low security fence and. half an hour later 5 small freighters on auto pilot homed in on Middenface's position