Annihilation Head of the Snake: BotM Annihilation of Csilla

[Albrecht F. Herlock]

Location: On board of the Pride of Anaxes, low orbit of Csilla
Task Force 58 compostion: X101 Pride of Anaxes (flagship); X102 Audacious; X103 Courageous; CV-1 Foudroyant
Objective 4: Stop the ennemy fleet with the help of the Noga (Pride of Aanxes and Audacious) | Support allied ground forces (Foudroyant and Courageous)
Allies: CIS, Eternal Empire, First Order, Galactic Aliiance:Jedi Order, New Imperial Order, Chiss Ascendency and Independents.
Ennemies: Brotherhood of the Maw, Kainate, Sith Eternal, Warlords of the Sith and Independents.
Post theme: Uchuu senkan Yamato 2199, Yamato's fighters launching theme (2nd part of the post)
Tag: Korum Krov | Constantine Oliva | Teica Giraan | Gallius Orcana
Legend: Comm out, comm in, crew, ship's intercom

On the Pride of Anaxes

Herlock was standing in the middle of the bridge. He was still wondering what was Krov's idea. He hoped that the Noga's action would not make it blow up. Herlock wanted to meet face to face with Noga's captain, see the man who cooperated with him in the evacuation of the refugees and who was now heading towards the Maw's fleet.

"Sir, we have a message on the encrypted line."

"Who is it from?"

"It's from Captain Jerec Yularen, of the TodHusars Corps. He is requesting air suport to destroy some walkers which are resisting the continuous fire of their tanks."

"Tell the Foudroyant to provide air support to the TodHusars."

"Aye Sir"

"Foudroyant, this is Pride of Anaxes. The TodHusars are requesting air support against walkers. You are to launch all your atmospheric dive-bombers with the Hayabusas to escort them. Anaxes, over."

On board of the fleet carrier Foudroyant, commanding officer: Commander Richthofen
Carrier capacity: two squadrons of Hayabusa-type escort starfighters, 2 squadrons of DM&S-156 atmospheric fighter-bombers, one squadron of REC-LE01 AEG gunships.

"Commander, we're receiving a transmission from the Pride of Anaxes."

"Let's hear that."

"Foudroyant, this is Pride of Anaxes. The TodHusars are requesting air support against walkers. You are to launch all your atmospheric dive-bombers with the Hayabusas to escort them. Anaxes, over."

"Anaxes, this is Foudroyant. We'll start the launching sequence in 5 minutes. Foudroyant, over."

"I want all crewmen and pilots to their action stations now. Get all the fighters ready."

"This is not a drill, this is not a drill. General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battlestations!"

Five minutes later, a first squadron of dive bombers launched, escorted by the Hayabusas and went into the atmosphere to carry their mission. Then the two remaining fighers squadrons launched. And thus, Hell and death were coming from above for the ennemy ground forces.

 

[Khaostra Devoid]

Post: 4
Objective: Hell at Absolute Zero
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove (Stored in her coat pocket) | ion Shovel | Mining Laser
Auxiliary Equpment: X8 EV-series supervisor droid (EV-4D9 load out) | Mining Rig Exo Skeleton | Hot Mess (Ship)
Allies: The Mongrel | BotM
Enemies: The Defenders
Tags: Lord Halketh or Open

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Blaster fire rained paster as she ran down the rows off shelves and filing cabinets. Run from row to row as the Chiss security force just cut through the row like there was no tomorrow. As she held there fire the EV droids finished dropping the rest of the explosives down the hole and dropped down themselves and began to open fire using there mining lasers as weapons. EV Droids well these models anyway had to main programming mining and torture so knew how to inflict pain.


They used their laser charging several security agents slicing off limbs with lasers. Screams could be heard has the security forces began to switch targets away from Khaos. Who was returning fire on the security forces with her wrist laser weapon though it wasn’t doing near as much damage as those mining lasers.


Khoas realizing this switched to the two laser drills on the mining rig and started cutting through forces like she was iron man and they were insects. As she started cutting through the forces on this level of the Library the went into retreat. Khaos kept pushing them back her and the eight EV Droids pushed them all the way to the turbo lifts and they retreated to a lower floor.


“Find a main frame access point.” She said to the commander EV Droid. The EV Droids then spread out to look for an access point to the Libraries mainframe. Though there papered documents for everything in this library they were a backup in case the mainframe failed them. Honestly, low tech was the way to go with kinds of storms this planet got, it had to be admired.


Khaos looked to her watch even though it had literally just been minutes she was wondering if Maw would send any troops her way or if she was going to have siege this city all on her own. As = much fun as that would be, she wasn’t sure even given all the explosives she brought if she could do that. Though she would for sure complete the mission her mother had given to her, in no way did she want to piss off that woman.

 

[Laertia Io]

Following: Jester Squadron

Objective: 2

Jester Squadron viciously chewed into the enemy in their TIE Silencers. They were not ordinary pilots, but highly intelligent--and now limited series Wardroids by Confederacy Mandate.

The battle had not been going well. They had already watched fire, annihilating thousands in space, and wrecking the GA fleet. Now others waded into direct combat with the Maw.

This wasn't working. An attack on the reactors had to be conducted now, to avoid it firing again.

Jack, a purple colored Nuetralizer with green photoreceptors, cackled as his weapons tore down another maw ace. They lost four fighters, but the survivors learned quickly by observing how the Aces flew. The Flight Leader spotted a Maw Ace in a Heavy Starfighter gunning for him.

"C'mon you gruesome sonavanerfherder, come to me! That's right! C'mon! Hehhahahahahahaha..."

The Maw Ace fired. Jack sped up, twisting and weaving through incoming bolts with all the precision of a machine and the intuition of a near-organic like creativity, as heconcentrated a burst of fire with all his lasers, jerking his craft away in nearly the same instant, exerting G-Forces on his body in a way no normal organic could survive, as the lasers impacted on his foes cockpit.

The heavy starfighter exploded...

"JUNIOR BIRDMAN! AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack cackled.

"You're pretty fethed up, Jack, I gotta admit..." Mark The Nuetralizer, his wingmate noted.

"Oh that is is such Horsechit coming from You, Mark." Kevin The Nuetralizer called out as he shot down another Starfighter. "I know why you collect all those bantha skulls and mail them to various Jedi temples. That's not right!"

"Really, Kevin, You are one to talk." Caesar The Nuetralizer complained as he evaded two Maw Aces firing on his tail, performing a reverse corkscrew Manuever and shooting his attacker down, leaving one left.

"Didn't you bury that one guy alive in a terrarium of scorpions not two fething months ago?" Caesar asked.

"Feth that guy. He called Mom ugly!" Kevin protested. "Nobody calls Mom ugly!"

"Damn right!" All the Nuetralizers said in Unison over the comms.

"Caesar, aren't you worse than any of us? Don't you have the Death Sentence in Absentia in over twelve systems?" Jack asked.

"Fourteen." Caesar corrected.

"Fourteen?! What the hell did you do?"

"I kept posting links that I claimed led to one holonet site, but were actually links to an old song."

("Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley plays for a few seconds.)

"You monster!" Kevin gasped in genuine horror.

"Feth, Caesar, if there's a hell, you are going to it..." Mark gasped as he shot down another fighter.

"I buried a dude in scorpions and that's too fethed up for even me!" Kevin exclaimed.

"You UNHINGED PSYCHOPATH!" Jack exclaimed, disgusted and yet in awe at the rancid depths of Caesar's cruelty and evil.

"Ah, its nice to be acknowledged..." Caesar chuckled, weaving through enemy fire. The First Order fleets began concentrating fire on the station, and Jack noticed a particular spot on the hemisphere of the Station that was getting brutally hammered by a number of FO and NIO ships. Jack silently and wirelessly directed the remainder of his squadron toward the spot getting hammered,

It was a faint hope, but he directed all laserfire in his group, hoping to make a gap...one in which he and a few others might pass through. It wasn't easy. The Mercy's turbolasers sweapt the stars, forcing them to break off a couple of times lest they be destroyed.

Meanwhile...

The Stealth Knights, hiding their presence in the Force and their bodies with tech, had quietly ventured deep into the station, using whatever intersstation travel could be located. They had been forced to split up, each trying to make their own way to the deeper parts of the station. A few had been discovered, violently killed for their efforts. Three made it into a section where reactor maintenance was conducted, meeting up close to a power distribution conduit. They spied one of the paths in the vast high tech area leading to a tributary laser shaft. It was fully patrolled by armed guards.

The grim Stealth Knights, some of whom had been Jedi Survivors of Sarka, knew it was likely a one way trip. They were terrified of failing Csilla like they had failed Sarka

They each took their explosives, high yield thermal detonators and Detpacks, and gave their last working stealth belt to him, as most had failed, leading them to get desperate.

Two Knights caused a commotion, swinging their blades into what the recognized, severing power lines and killing personnel while the last hidden stealth knight slowly made his way to the laser shaft. He was careful to stay out of the way of others as he snuck past them...except his strength failed, and he was simply too exhausted to hide himself with the Force. On group of Sith, who had been sent down here in anticipation of a stealth attack, felt his weakened life force and immediately dropped down from their hiding places above the laser shaft entrance, drawing red Lightsabers.

He felt his throat constrict as he was hoisted onto the air by the Dark Side. He screamed as they started to force nightmare visions into his head...

Massive bolts of lightning strucks at the group of Sith, chaining between them and killing them instantly as the Stealth Knight in his black and green armor dropped to the ground, coughing as he looked up at his rescuer.

It was a Witch in a white Catsuit, smirking as she drew her double bladed saber to fend off the furioys strikes of other Sith in the area, unleashing powerful Force Screams that knocked people back. The Stealth Knight ran like all of Csilla depended on it, because it did.

There were officers at a maintenance post observing the shaft...he was shot in the chest as he threw the pack of explosives with all his remaining telekinetic might into the shaft, arming a thermal detonator amongst them as he did.

His last sight before the blackness took him was the sight of a massive explosion in the shaft...but there was no way to tell how much, if any, real damage had been done, even with the powerful explosion created.

Meanwhile...

Subject 54 Havoc was about to have a bad day.

One of The Amalgam's witches had violently ripped the info of this particular location out of one of Mercy Stations many staff telepathically.

They had surprised the detail outside the room he had directed the laser firing from after ceasing hiding their bodies with the Force. There was sounds of death and terror from outside the room, and the hum of Lightsabers.

A single red blade pierced the door and began to move down it. The monstrosity would be in Havoc's room soon if he didn't immediately react...

 

[Chimera]

B E A U T Y
C H I M E R A
T E R R O R I N T H E T R E N C H E S

The devastation was beautiful. The poet in him reveled in the surging heat and tongues of flame that rolled from the slope he had collapsed and swiftly removed himself from, playing audience to the sheer destruction of the elements against the armored division. It wouldn't be enough to stop them, however, and as much became obvious to the warrior as he ruminated in silence, foregoing his flames to return him to relative obscurity. The dead orbs set in his sockets flickered, sweeping from one side of the conflict to the other. It would take more than destruction to persuade the Galidraani forces to abandon this mission. Primal negotiation, perhaps.

Chimera watched from his newfound vantage as the soldiers scrambled, dividing into groups with orders unheard, reinforcing themselves where they found weaknesses and filling in gaps that would have crippled them otherwise. There was a strangeness to the way they scrambled, how they fixated on one person in particular. A commander? His gaze narrowed harshly, assessing the movements of the one he glowered toward. No, the figure swung and moved with a great deal of desperation and sloppiness; obviously stressed under the increased pressure. Not a well-seasoned soldier, but one of import regardless.​

Interesting.

He released his chained grip on the glacial wall and allowed himself to slide, landing on the freshly churned snow with a soft breath. Weaker than before with the expense of his disruptive efforts, he found The Force far more distant than it had been previously, forcing him to approach within the ranks of the white-clad troopers, rather than under a veil of a shroud. He was in the open, exposed, and vulnerable. But the others were too concerned with avoiding the screeching hordes that simply rushed by him to pay him any mind.

What was best hidden, was kept in plain sight.

Closer he moved towards the figure, realizing now that it was a woman beneath that armor, fighting with furious desperation for not only herself but those around her. Admirable, truly. When he reached out through the invisible threads weaving their meeting together, he felt naught but rage bleeding from her. She was not afraid. Good. She was worth something, then.

Stalking around with a wide berth, Chimera kept his focus on Enedina Tal .

He took no hostile action.

Yet.​

ALLIES | THE DARK SIDE | WotS | The Mongrel Lirka Ka
FOES | NIO | GA | THE LIGHT | FN-999 DECEASED Erskine Barran Major Bennett Hall Gallius Orcana Enedina Tal

 

[Amra Sar Azrael]

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Location: Far side of Csilla, upper Orbit & surface Assets: Six Harrower-class Cruisers with four Tech-War-Hosts from Vandemar Tag(s): Darth Imperius , open Sar Calgar + Lord Regent of the Hundred + Drums of War​ ​

"The Barge of Ancients is taking heavy fire from that dreadnought and they are still out of effective range for us." The captain reported with a bit of eagerness in his voice as he looked to Calgar next to him. He was serving for many decades on warships now, many of them already as captain, having seen many skirmishes and battles with various enemies. He knows his Harrower as he knows the two escort cruisers on the enemy side, but he hasn't seen or heard of that big ship and its design ever. He has seen bigger, yes, but not this shape. The fire of the enemies was concentrating on the centre of Calgars battle line, as he wanted. Barge of Ancients was one of the two targets he would have attacked as well. Cutting the line in half and taking care of the rest with the broadsides seemed to be a sound, logical approach. But the enemy stopped and was only using its weapon on uttermost range. They were waiting. * * *​ On the ground the war hosts were in the process of disembarking in the valleys surrounding the mountain and the city within, two main entrances were located, one would be the focus of the main attack while the second was the actual entry point for Calgars retinue. The Iron Weavers would get in to locate the target and hopefully get out in time. And if not, a bloody battle would occur. The winds were freezing as the war engines and tech-warriors slowly approached the entrances, no resistance was met yet. No sign of anyone, but they could feel that the atmosphere was warmer than expected. The traffic and massiv war which took place thousands of miles away was already taking an impact on the climate. The warriors prepared in their brotherhoods to charge the city and finish this siege in a swift strike.

 

[Gren Blidh]

On board the "Mercy"

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The Force rippled and fluctuated around the raven's wings as the bird carved a path through the corridors of the "Mercy". Once the elevator doors hissed open, the black-winged Gren spewed forth from it and tore through the air, much to the shock of those who had been waiting for the elevator below.

Gren did not have any specific target or destination in mind. He flew, in his animalistic form, with whimsy and abandon; the purest of freedoms. The world and its rich palate of emotions were all open to him, made all the richer by the fear and anguish that emanated from Csilla now. Where was his taste of gore? Where were the blaster bolts, singing through the air, or the lightsaber blade cutting downward towards his neck, to remind him that he was alive?

He reached out with his senses. He knew there were others here like him. Soldiers formed into service for totalitarian regimes, listlessly meandering through their own lives. Gren knew his presence would touch them; he didn't even have to try. It was a feeling, more than anything. An inescapable connection through the Force, that only death could sever. And even then...

Gren's projected Force vision seeped through that invisible energy field all around Csilla and snaked its way into the minds of Juliana Alderdice and Brec Gannan , if even for a split second. The blink of an eye was enough time for him to convey his message. It was the image of a one-eyed raven, who could suddenly speak.

"You... are still ASLEEP!"

 

[Liedran Kathause]

{Galactic Alliance Expeditionary Fleet 1 - Squadron 3 -- Standing by}
{Commodore Kathause in Command -- Aboard ANV Pegasus}
{Coordinating Rogue Squadron}
{Approaching Csilla}
{Direct Relevancy: @Olen Halcorr}
{1st Expeditionary Fleet - 3rd Squadron:

Spoiler: FLEET COMP.

-Liberator-class star defender - "Pegasus" - 1500m - Flagship/Carrier
-Iblis-class missile frigate - "Huntress" - 500m - High-yield Missile Platform/Long Range Attack
-2 x Negotiator-class light cruisers - "Valkyrie" "Sonata" - 330m each - Screeners/Assault Ships
-3 x Tantara-class corvettes - "Lullaby" "Odyssey" "Ardent" - 200m each - Light Carriers/Screeners}

{Objective: GET ALL THE FRAKKING CIVILIANS OUT, OR WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIE}
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Time passed slowly in the Pegasus' C.I.C. Ticking throughout the hull plating were the pounds of hammers, and wrenches alike. Commodore Liedran Kathause stood ready, a hand wrapped around a circular white comm link as the viewscreen began to dim from the bright hues of blue and white. Slowly, but surely, Csilla came into view.

It was a massacre, lying all around her were the broken skeletons of capital ships and civilian transports alike, debris clouds pointing opposite to their source, the hulking superweapon known as Mercy. The Pegasus and her escort group nestled in, slowly journeying into the frontier of Alliance lines, guns ready to go ablaze.

"Scramble our fighters. Pegasus Wing 1, and Huntress's squadron, remain behind for screening. Pegasus Wing 2, Rogue squadron, and everyone else, move in for attack," Liedran waited for her orders to the 3rd Squadron's air wing to be fully relayed, before she continued with orders for the fleet, "Have the Huntress concentrate missile salvos on Mercy. Move Pegasus, Odyssey, and Valkyrie to eclipse fire. Sonata, Lullaby, and Ardent, get transports in the air, and approach Csilla for evac."

Pegasus made a turn to port, bringing her dorsal hull and a full array of turbolasers to face the enemy, while the Huntress found a position behind, safely tucked from enemy fire. As soon as the missile frigate had came to a relative halt, her assault concussion missiles rushed outward, and ran for the center of the Maw fleet, dodging past the remains of Mercy's handiwork and heading for the station herself. Less than 500 meters from the main squadron, the light cruiser known as the Sonata descended upon the surface, two corvettes alongside.

"Open a channel to the rest of the fleet, that includes the First Order and the others," She awaited the nod of her communications officer, before closing her thumb down on the comm link's activator, "This is Commodore Liedran Kathause of the Alliance 1st Expeditionary Fleet's 3rd Squadron aboard the Star Defender Pegasus., Ready to get this weight off your shoulders".

Liedran had run evacuations before, but this was different, with the looming threat of Mercy overhead, and-

She had to double check the sensor charts, but the readings stayed the same. Out in the corner of the screen, Brotherhood vessels exchanged a flurry of fire with the New Imperial Order's. All dancing about Alliance One, and its escort fleet.

"Confirm Alliance One status!"

"Heavy fire...Imperials struggling to make defense, heavy casualties..." The comms officer had to stop to regain his bearings, "Commodore, Alliance One is being boarded."

The air sank around her as the extent of the situation continued to arrive in view. Liedran's hands shook, jostling the communicator around ever so slightly, then her grip tightened again.

"Patch me into Rogue Squadron" The commodore brought her left hand to curl about the table's rim, "{{Rogue Leader, this is Pegasus-actual. I need you to close in on Alliance One and provide back-up, Arrow and Tavern squadrons will join you shortly. Get me the precise coordinates of the attacking vessels, and we can set missile targets. Over.}}"

If only it would be enough.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Location: Chamber of War | Throne
Tags: Darth Solipsis , Mar'Sika , Ryv
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Not for the first time, Cedric found himself sorely missing the Blade of Ruusan. If he had the tools of his heyday, the possibility of simply cutting Solipsis down where he stood would have been far more likely. There was little point in wishing for things to be different however. Tact would be his sole weapon here, and whether it was enough or not remained to be seen.

He stared at the results of the laser a bit longer despite his better intentions. The empyrean was in a state of chaos as thousands of lives were extinguished at once, and he simply couldn't look away. Some of their split second reactions to the devastation carried across the void through the ether of the Force, resonating in his skull as bits of panic, confusion, and surprisingly enough, quiet acceptance. There was little pain at the very least: the beam had simply vaporized them where they stood. Perhaps that was merciful in a sense.

The Sith Lord's words dragged Cedric from his moment of twisted reverie.

"My boy."

The Dark Voice leaned forward from his throne, eyes fully revealed and cast deeply over that of Cedric Grayson, "I have waited a long time for this moment, this reunion." His left hand rose once more gesturing to the void, "There is no escaping me this time, your reckless behavior has sealed your fate." Fiery eyes drifted off and back over the stationary lightsaber at his disposal, "I admire your craftsmanship, it reminds me of your father's."

A dark grimace hidden under the warmth of a smile, the Elder taunted his prey to pick and pry, "Come closer, god-son."

The exile had spent many sleepless night attempting to research the origins of Solipsis, and had found little by way of relevant information. The man, or rather the creature, was a ghost of sorts. For all Solipsis seemed to know of Cedric, he knew next to nothing of the beast.

And then he felt it. The screams of the dying echoing through the Force focused in on a singular point. Rather than stretching outward toward the abyss, it was if they were being dragged to the ship: to the focal point of Solipsis' throne room. Their magnitude momentarily intensified to such a point that Cedric fought the urge to deafen himself to the empyrean, and then they went silent entirely.

The exile's eyes widened as realization dawned on him.

"I understand," he breathed as his eyes met the sulfuric coals that served as the Dark Lord's. "This isn't wanton murder to satiate the desires of your gods." Cedric's brow furrowed as he pointed a finger accusingly toward Solipsis. "You're feeding on them. A modern lord of hunger," the Jedi barked a quiet, bitter laugh.

"I should have known. So much investigation and I never considered that the purpose of this war machine was simply to satiate you. You know how this path ends, don't you? You've not read the tales of the ancient Sith that sought to consume the galaxy?"

The question hung in the air, but before Solipsis could answer, Cedric fired another barb. "God-son." The word rolled off his tongue with barely contained contempt. "A bold claim Solipsis. Your former status as my father's sycophant does not give you any such right to name me as kin beast." He understood the tactics the old lord employed, and would not be so easily swayed. Solipsis had some form of interest in his progenitor, and for one reason or another, that interest had extended to Cedric himself. For what purpose he did not know. Perhaps it was a desire for personal vengeance against the late lord of Ession, to strike down his son personally in cold blood so at to prove Solipsis' dominance.

The reasoning remained unknown, but Cedric intended to find out.

"Who are you?" He finally asked, his exhaustion and frustration with the question evident in his tone of voice. "Who are you really?" He demanded once more.

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[Olen Halcorr]

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OBJECTIVE II: DARK ALL DAY
ROGUE SQUADRON
PROVIDE BACKUP FOR ALLIANCE ONE
LOCATION: EDGE OF THE BATTLE, EN ROUTE TO ALLIANCE ONE, SPACE OVER CSILLA
EQUIPMENT:
X-Wing Starfighter
TAGS:
ALLIES: Albrecht F. Herlock Liedran Kathause Roudac Gannan Natasi Fortan Ziroka Thale Siloh Riain Len Vert Daz Farlander | OTHER DEFENDERS
ENEMIES: Aldo Garrick Kyber Subject 54 Havoc CETCOM

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Olen skirted round the edge of the battlefield, the truth extent of the devastation was mind boggling. He really did have to see it to actually believe it, suddenly, an alert bleeped on his HIT, and he took a glance at the screen, noting that another ship, a Liberator-class Star Defender had entered the fray. It could only be one person. When he'd been given command of the Rogues, like with his previous squadrons, he understood that they'd be placed in a home carrier, and that carrier turned out to be the Star Defender Pegasus, a behemoth of a ship, commanded by Commodore Liedran Kathause.

"Patch me into Rogue Squadron" The commodore brought her left hand to curl about the table's rim, "{{Rogue Leader, this is Pegasus-actual. I need you to close in on Alliance One and provide back-up, Arrow and Tavern squadrons will join you shortly. Get me the precise coordinates of the attacking vessels, and we can set missile targets. Over.}}"

The comm unit scratched to life as the transmission came in from the Commodore. "Copy that Pegasus-actual, we're on our way."

Turning to the squadron frequency, he relayed their orders, "Rogues, we've been given our orders, we're to back up the Alliance One, form up and accelerate to attack speed." He ordered, taking a long sigh, and steeling himself for what was about to come.

Clasping the joystick with both hands, he made a hard port turn, pitching up slightly before coming back around, and rerouting some power from his shields into his engines. Thundering past the rest of the Alliance ships, he took a good look as the Alliance One came into focus and got larger and they closed in, multiple fighters and transports of varying shapes and sizes, yet unclear makes were still getting ready to board the dreadnought.

They eventually came up on the target, "EeDee, distance to Alliance One?" The integrated droid brain within his X-Wing was strange, as he was used to the droid being behind him, but he was getting more used to it. Lines of text in Aurebesh came up on his HIT, relaying that they around one klick away from the looming figure of the ship. It was beauty, that was for sure, fit for any chancellor. It's main body was made from ferroceramic giving it a white sheen. It was large, with multiple turbolasers, ion cannons, point defense cannons, missile and torpedo launchers hidden between the trenches that lined the ship, its bridge protruded out from the top, seemingly it hadn't been taken over yet.

"Pegasus-actual, this is Rogue Leader, transmitting coordinates now." Glancing down to the blue screen projected in front of him, he watched as the HIT used its mapping tech to calculate the correct coordinates. He hit the send button, as they got ready to fight. Bringing up his power allocation system on the terminal, with one hand on the joystick. He redirected part of his power to his weapons systems, and part of it to his shields as he evened them out, fore and aft, to spheres connected together over his X-Wing forming his shielding.

"EeDee, set targets one, two, three and four for four of those transports." The HUD switched to the regular sight mode as boxes appeared over four of the transports.

For now they had the advantage as the enemy didn't seem to have noticed them on the approach. "Let's get in a little closer, stick tight, I'm deploying sensor jammers and a squadron mask." These would be vital in getting the upper hand on the enemy, he and all the other cadets had learned that if an enemy starfighter hadn't sensed you, then you still had the upper hand. The sensor jammer would block them from an enemy's radar for a period of time, giving them a few seconds on the approach. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, as the pressure finally dawned on him, the Chancellor was on that ship, it would be disastrous if anything were to happen to her.

Olen nudged the joystick to the right, vectoring in a long arc past the skeleton of a frigate which would provide them further cover. A myriad of vibrantly coloured lights flickered wildly in his cockpit as he shot past the frigate, the other members of the squadron close behind. He hit a blue button, as the droid brain notified him that his own sensor jammers were engaged. They finally began to leave the vicinity of the skeleton frigate, keeping within its shadow however. "Deploying squadron mask." He flicked a switch then returned to that blue button, the effects weren't visible but he was aware this would make for a better attack.

"Wait for it.. Wait for it... Now!" He coaxed up the throttle speeding up slightly and leaving cover, as the enemy starfighters wouldn't have been able to notice them until they were a good range forward. Olen let off a spray of crimson bolts from his quad heavy laser cannons as they were finally spotted. "Alright everyone, acquire those transports, B-Wings I want you to stick with them, the rest of you, fire on those transports, I don't want any more personnel boarding the Alliance One, your Chancellor is on that ship!" He was fully aware of the risks and how much was riding on them defeating this force.

"Alright, EeDee." He addressed the X-Wing. "Acquire targets three and four, prime piercing torps." He clasped the joystick tighter as the droid brain alerted him they were ready. He kept a close eye on the HUD, as he locked on and the boxes on the screen turned red. He let off two piercing torpedoes, these were deadlier than the regular kind, being able to pass through shields. He hit the trigger, letting off the torps which shot off out of his X-Wing. He noticed that the others had also fired their own torps, which could cause havoc, however they had bigger problems in mind.

Klaxons blared in his cockpit as multiple darts of blaster fire came his way. "Break right!" He barked, pushing the stick hard to the right as the X-Wing went with the movement, breaking hard to the right, he pushed on, cutting forwards as an enemy starfighter came on the chase, it fired again, attempting to vape him, but he was faster and broke again, and the enemy fighter just overshot the mark. A sigh of relief could be heard as he pulled up, letting the yaw take care of it and then inverted, hurtling out of reach from his pursuer.

Oh it really was good to be back.

 

[Darth Imperius]

Tag(s): Amra Sar Azrael , open

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High Imperator of the Rim-Guard

Location: Far side of Csilla, engaging Calgars Fleet
Forces: The Phalanx, two Munificent-class cruisers, ten Rim-Guard Cadres, Horizon Protocol forces​

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Explosions blossomed like flowers along the hull of the ship, its shields preventing them from doing any damage to the steel beneath. It was beautiful, fire in the void, it was pure and looked like a liquid as it extended and then disappeared. All without sound, it was relaxing, a pleasure for the eyes and soul.

But it was a battle and one such major explosion just erupted from the starboard front of the Harrower in front, breaking an entire section off which apparently destabilised the ship as it was fighting to stay where it was, but the hug of the planet was very strong. They chose a very bad spot for a space battle and Ecthelion was eager to show them their mistake.

He stood still on the bridge, not looking out of the window but observing the strategium pit, the steady symbols of his ships and the enemies, as well as the fast moving points of their fighter screens. What they gained by their main weapons, they lost to the enemy fighters, they outnumbered them, easily two to one and would slowly but steadily overwhelm the Eternal Empire’s pilots.

"Focus the fire on the Harrower on the right. Send three waves of boarding pods to the Harrower in the centre left as diversion and start landing ground forces. Fighters to protect our landing craft, we ..."

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Markus Saar would not know about any of this. He was in his lander already and oversaw the readying of a cadre in the passenger cabin. His pulse was going down as his conditioning kicked in and his mental techniques showed their worth. Combat was his destiny and he would not hesitate to do his duty. The pilot's voice appeared in his ear, telling him that they are starting in thirty seconds. For all he knew the space battle was in full action and they would descend with enemy fighters around and enemies waiting on the ground.

His thoughts were disrupted by the fall out of the belly of The Phalanx. The cabin had no viewports, but the vibrations of nearby explosions were more than enough view necessary. Markus looked around the cabin and looked at each of his golden clad soldiers. They were in thoughts with closed eyes, checked their equipment or just doing nothing. They would follow him to whatever end.

The voice was back. One minute till landing.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

C O N F U S E D​

WEARING: xxx
ALLIES: CIS | NIO | GA | FO | EE | SJC
TAG: Darth Empyrean | Open

Word had come from the listening post which the Confederacy of Independent Systems had left on Copero after removing the Jen’ari occupation of that world. It had not been pretty, and some had called it a massacre, used it to pain the Confederacy as evil and wicked. The galaxy simply did not understand, when combating evil there were times when there was only one option, kill more of them than they could kill of yours. That was why Copero had been ugly. The mission had been simple. Completely annihilate the Jen’ari threat before they could become a scourge on the galaxy.

It was not Copero which was in trouble today, but Csilla. The homeworld of the Chiss, the planet from which they had built their empire, their ascendancy, was under threat of yet another fanatical organization. The Brotherhood of the Maw were nothing more than what the Jen’ari had been, a fanatical cult, a bunch of religious whackadoodles which had their eyes set on destruction.

They had to be stopped. Others would see to it. Gerwald wanted to be sure the civilians were escorted off the world. Would it be possible to evacuate an entire planet with no warning, absolutely not. The wolf was not foolish enough to think that the entire world would have its entire population moved in mere hours. What mattered in the case was the survival of as many as he could save. To that end, Gerwald Lechner was on the surface of the planet.

Drop ships made their way from surface to space and back again with as many Chiss that Gerwald could manage. The Ventres which fell under the command of the Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian. The new job came with many perks and even more responsibilities to match. Gerwald did not need more, or want more, responsibility, but it seemed fate was always pushing it onto him, because he would carry it.

Something was bothering him, however. There was a sensation, someone on the surface who should not have been. At least it did not make sense as far as Gerwald could make out.

Maliphant

Gerwald muttered the name under his breath. He only knew the presence because of the proximity the man carried to the Echani Exarch which Gerwald held dear. She was an odd one, a woman that cared for others in her own way. They were friends, or so Gerwald thought. He did know that she regarded him as part of the things, the creatures, she collected. That had been what brought her to rescue him that day.

<<< “Keep running the evacuations,” >>> Gerwald said through the comms. <<< “I have someone to go see.” >>>

Whatever Maliphant was up to, Gerwald would find out. One thing he knew of the one Exarch Talon called her lover, he only did what benefited himself. If the Sith Lord was there, then there was a reason for it. Gerwald wanted to know what it was.

The Force would lead him.
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Spoiler: Gear

Wolfsbane
Ferrum Solus
Stormafbryder
Lord Commander Armor

 

[Elle Mors]

Csilla Ground

ALONE​

She shrugged, looking away as she realized that she'd need to be more direct if she was going to get her intentions taken more seriously. She sat down behind her quietly, her mind wandering through the sea of thoughts that were slowly beginning to overwhelm her. There was such an excess of an inclusive 'we' that she quickly understood where Sylvia's thoughts were headed towards, something she would have been much more open to under vastly different circumstances, but she made no indication that she'd suspected anything at all - her own thoughts on the matter stewing in the back of her mind for the time being.

She sighed at the probing request, knowing immediately what this was leading towards. "We'll see, Sylvia, it isn't really the best time right now." She answered softly, not entirely keen on turning her away but not at all comfortable with whatever can of worms were likely about to be opened. There were still lingering feelings, knots that were starting to resurface in her stomach and phantom sparks that ran down the nerves of her arms; she didn't want to get her hopes up. Too much time had passed, the two of them - particularly herself - had changed beyond simple appearance. "As ready as I'll ever be." Elle whispered, shutting her eyes as she held on.

Sylvia Virtos

 

[Darth Solipsis]

Location: Chamber of War | Throne
Tags: Cedric Grayson | Ryv [SOON TM] | Mar'Sika ​

A low humming chuckle of laughter rumbled from within, the Elder lounged back into his chair in a very brief state of amusement. His eyes narrowed as his face stiffened, the laughter only subsiding for his vile grin to resurface once more.

“So close yet so far. You only see the surface but cannot grasp the true depths of what is happening here, now. I feed from the pain, the anguish, and very death of all those who have been set free from this mortal plane. A scant mercy in exchange for a few more years to do my work.”

The Sith Master breathed deep, his eyes locked with the Jedi Master’s own as his right hand lifted slightly in gesture to the adjoining ritual chamber nearby.

“If you seek a Lord of Hunger, look no further. The All-Consumer Darth Carnifex toils in ritual to feed in far more terrible ways than I.”

His right hand glided back along the surface of the armrest to that of the lightsaber once more, left hand rising as two finger shifted in thought as his mind drifted in memory. “The Brotherhood of the Maw is as it claims to be, a hand to sweep away the pieces from the board. An eraser meant to set aside a blank slate.”

“When I found them, they were disorganized and remote, led by adepts of the Dark Side who fancied themselves Heathen Priests. It was a simple matter to take up my rightful place among them, to fashion their beliefs into something.. more. I am their voice, their Dark Side deity manifest through a chosen vessel...”

He grinned deep, scrunching his face with dark grimace, “.. and they are my means to an end. The deluge that begets the Final Dawn.”

The Dark Voice rose from his throne, his hand gripped tightly around the lightsaber of the Jedi before him as he approached slowly with weak movements of elderly age weighing on him. “You ask who am I? I am. I will always be, but to you I am your godfather, your father’s greatest disciple.”

“Welcome home.”

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Alars Keto Jayda Vanator​

On one side he had a psychotic blender marching towards him with blades of spinning plasma. On the other end a madman with damaged armor and a fancy sword. He spared a single glance back at Jayda. "They're not weapons." he said, voice soft and barely audible over the whirring of her own maelstrom plasma. Spoken like someone who could only ever comprehend the universe at a skin-deep level. To consider the Lightsaber to be something as banal as a weapon was almost insulting.

The Kyber crystals inside the stolen sabers were alive. And just like the Jedi, they served the Will of the Force. There was a reason Sith bled their crystals, corrupting them and bending the stones to their malefic will. Otherwise, the Will of the Force could still act through them, foiling the follwers of the Dark side at a crucial moment. There was a moment of quiet calm as Aaran knew that Jayda was unlikely to be his end. Not when the 'weapons' she used were already on his side to begin with.

"They are allies." The saber and the Force. They were the only allies a Jedi ever truly needed. And more often than not, the former could be left alone. Only drawn in times of great need.

"Your hate….." His tone was soft, as in one swift motion, he blurred into action. His form impossible to track for a normal human. But for seasoned warriors such as Jayda and Kryll. His speed was simply dangerous. He made his way towards the more organic of the pair. Saber spinning in a horizontal stike, intent of cleaving Kryll in half with a single blow.

"It will never be satisfied. It will only demand more."

He was counting on the marauder to raise his blade to parry. For it was in that split second, he committed to the block. Aaran would move, simply deactivating his blade at the last moment. He would allow the momentum of his swing to carry him, using it in an attempt to pivot around Kryll. Aiming to find much better positioning than in-between two psychopaths who called for his blood.

If successful, he would lash out with a might push. A wave of telekinetic force aimed to knock Kryll backwards.

Right into Jadya's oncoming flurry of plasma.

"Has it brought you anything but suffering?"

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

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D E A D M A N
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
DEFENDER

「Once, There Was an Explosion」
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Even if we painstakingly piece together something lost, it may never go back to the way it was.

A disruption on an untouched expanse of white gave labor to the stillness. A pallid, human shape ascended slowly out of the drifts. Osteal cracks sounded off, cued by each abrupt, irregular motion. The vizier-in-exile stood straight, adamant and spectral against Csilla's frigid gale.

What little snow remained on his head and shoulders rolled back to the ground with the disruption of Tyrell turning his head eye to the eclipsing sun. As the singular optic surveilled the weapon in the sky, a hand moved independently toward an armor receptacle. A thin, white cylinder was retrieved between his fingers. An unseen phantasm of will lit the end to an orange ember. Long dead lungs sputtered as they expanded and coaxed smoke into themselves.

An exhale released smoggy condensation, accentuated by the temperature to which his body couldn't percive. Fingers released, and the wind carried the cigarra away to be snuffed in the snow. The hand raised, index finger to the sky, and oscillated into a gesture. At that call, several additional disruptions afflicted the snow.

Figures clad in white rose from beneath the icy mire. Each of them sudden and repugnant in their abrasive, robotic motions. A symphony of bone and sinew defying rigor mortis overshadowed the howl of wind as they ascended at either of his flanks. Their only distinctive feature against the whiteout was the scratched and weathered remnants of Carlaci Corps insignias. When Tyrell stepped forward, his raised subordinates followed without a word.

Seven dead men traversed against the wind, the distant sounds of war as their lead.

Suri Vullen | DECEASED Erskine Barran​

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[Cedric Grayson]

Location: Chamber of War | Throne
Tags: Darth Solipsis , Mar'Sika , Ryv , Darth Carnifex ​

As the voice of the maw spoke, Cedric fought for solutions to his predicament. He'd gotten himself nearly within an arm's reach of the Sith Lord, but in doing he'd also disarmed himself and had cuffs placed over his wrists. The Ashla remained with him as it ever did, yet it might not be enough wholly on its own. The bindings would be easy enough to remove when the moment arrived, but reclaiming his ligtsaber would be another predicament all together.

His thoughts silenced as Solipsis gave his reasoning. "To wipe the slate clean? What purpose does exterminating the gal-" the exile stopped himself as he began to understand. "I had thought you were just another petty warlord carving out a piece of the galaxy for yourself, but you don't care about that do you?" He drew in a sharp breath. "Its all fuel to you," he nodded toward the fleets floating out in the void. "To what end?"

The answer he received made his blood turn cold. The butcher was here? Close? How had he not sensed him? The moment the name was spoken, Cedric felt the old emperor's presence as keenly as he did that of the dark lord.

So close. Closer than he'd ever been. For all his supposed self-control, Cedric's reaction was instinctive. He willed the power of the empyrean to fill his arms and spread them outward; the cuffs exploded violently into bits of metal and electronic components. A hand outstretched toward the dark lord's throne in an attempt to call his weapon back to his hand.

"Where is he?" The exile demanded. Whatever purpose he might have come to this place with was lost now. The butcher of the homeworld was so close, nearly within his grasp.

There would be a reckoning.

And then the voice's words brought Cedric to another standstill. One name bubbled up from the depths of his mind. "Kaigann?"

 

[Joren Loft]

BYOO
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
C O M P N O R

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The briefing had Loft surprised. Never had he, nor anyone in the task force, had tackled such a task. With the massive amount of resistance floating everywhere it would be a challenge. Nevertheless, they were trained to complete any task by any means necessary. This would need a new set of means.

Standing behind Hakon Fett , he gripped his weapon with anxiety. Loft needed to see what he was up against, fast. In quick time, the sound of uncompressed air came from behind him.

Showtime.

Stepping onto the surface of the superweapon, he took a quick glance to his left and right. The last of their squad grouped up, and their assigned leader spoke up while stepping off.

"Find and acquire the plans to the weapon. And if the opportunity arises... fire it."​

He knew the risks. He knew the stakes.

Time to play the game.

ALLIES | Hakon Fett | Rika Hiro | COMPNOR

ENEMIES | Maijan Paisea | Kirk Korrado | Kingsley | Allyson Locke | EVERYONE ELSE ​

 

[Rika Hiro]

BYOO| NIO| SUPERWEAPON
C O M P NO R
Allies: Hakon Fett Joren Loft
Enemies: EVERYONE/ TASK FORCE XERESH(soon, i guess) @Marjan Paisa Kirk Korrado Allyson Locke Kingsley
I GOT A .38 HIDDEN UP THE SLEEVE

"Try not to leave behind survivors, Mr Abaddon; these are just pests who are long overdue for a culling."

She remarked coldly on the situation at hand, removing her agency issued needle gun from its holster and giving its barrel a clean with a quick mechanical like swipe with a piece of cloth before holstering it away. Indifferently gazing towards the other agent adjacent to Abaddon, she knew him from the case files and dossiers compiled on the agent's origins and other proclivities. Former bounty hunter turned do-gooder Imperial agent of COMPNOR, many were like Joren, and many threw their bets in with the winning side; even the former narcotrafficker Agent Don Belkora had run to COMPNOR when the idea of a get out of jail card was offered. Helpful people Joren and Belkora were to the cause of furthering the iron sun. Yet, their hearts were not truly cemented in Imperialism, and the HRD wondered if the pair would hope to another employer like a flea to other horses back. Such was the dilemma of the natural flesh agents the agency employed, both weighed down by the rigours of mortality and the temptations of emotion. Compared to the ERIS project agents who were designed with one purpose and burning drive, unhindered by age, disease, pain, emotion and the embrace of natural death. The human agents were far more susceptible to death and failure, an undesirable downfall in an agency dominated by ruthless bureaucracy and statistics that had to be maintained to keep the borders of the order secure and free of reactionary influences.

The people below them was just merely a statistic, numbers that appeared in after reports and holonet news. Wherever they fired or not meant nothing to the HRD; what mattered was the results and doing the committees orders to a letter. Human suffering and tragedy were an afterthought. ​

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Boarding superweapon.
Objective 3.: Duel of the Fates | Stop the superweapon
Darth Maleva
Gear: Equipment: Armour, Hold-out Bolter, Shotgun, Grenades, Sidearm, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.

Fighting savage fanatics came with upsides and downsides. The upside was that they, on average, did not concern themselves much with strategy and were likely to brazenly death charge you. It made it easy to funnel them into a kill zone and exploit massed firepower, despite being at a numerical disadvantage.

The obvious downside was that while it was easy to slaughter zealots of the aforementioned calibre on an individual level, there tended to be a lot of them. Moreover, since they were not rational actors, it was a lot more difficult to frighten them and break their morale. Elpsis did not know whether the followers of the Maw expected some sort of divine reward from Dark Gods, but they sure had the zealotry.

She felt no guilt about slaughtering genocidal lunatics. Her team, though outnumbered, met their relentlessness in kind. The floor of sharp spikes Shikoba had generated had cut off one of the avenues for the warriors to pursue them, but there were still more.

Adrenaline surged through Elpsis, animating her. Her younger self would have been tormented by her empathic talents that allowed her to keenly feel the anger, pain and fear of the combatants. Tephrike had burnt that out of her. Battle did not excite her, not like Nyssa. The vibes from the Pureblood showed that she was getting warmed up when she used her scarlet sabre to disembowel a dark warrior.

Lightning scorched her skin and her sabre locked with an alchemised war blade, but she grappled her foe to fling them to the ground, ere she brought down her boot and crushed their throat. She ducked low to narrowly avoid a heavy blow from a mace.
Only to feel mild annoyance when Natalie hurled a vibrodagger at the marauder's head, taking him out. "Stick to yours, human," she growled.
"Pay attention, Sithling," Natalie retorted, before spinning quickly to double-tap a fanatic.
Ladies focus, Elpsis growled at both through the Force. The Force roared in her mind when Rhea was hurled to the ground and a zealot ripped off her helmet and began to choke her.

Reeling from the hard blow, the Rattataki responded by sinking her teeth into his nose and biting it off. As the pressure on her throat momentarily receded before her foe delivered a savage punch, she grabbed his head and directed a blast of lightning into his brain. More foes closed in on her as she tried to get away. Smoke coiled from her armour from a blaster shot and she clutched her wounded shoulder.

"Partuz, with me, cover Maalrass," Elpsis called out. She felt affirmation emanating from Shikoba, as well as an image of her intent. While Diona blasted foes away with buckshot rounds from her bolter, blowing away limbs and knocking enemies into walls, and unleashed a wave of paralysing energy to slow their advance, the Vashyada drew upon her earth magic to tear off pieces of plating from the wall, twist them into javelins of sorts and hurl them towards the enemy marauders. Whilst they were in flight, Elpsis called upon the fire inside her to super-heat the metal. The result was burning carnage when it descended upon the marauders, giving Rhea breathing space to get away.

But as brother marauders fell, a new player entered the battlefield. One Elpsis had not sensed until now. However, she sensed the snake-tendrils of darkness. More importantly, she could see them. They were invisible to naked sight, but Elpsis did not see in the conventional way. Her physical sight had been robbed from her by a reactor explosion aboard the Omega superweapon. Instead she saw through the Force.

"Shield!" she communicated to her comrades. Natalie, who was the only Non-Force-User in the group, would know to hang back. Telepathic coordination helped them, but not enough to keep Nyssa from crying out in pain and rage when tendrils struck her. The Pureblood roared a vile curse in Sithese. Her rage and pain produced a Force Scream that sent a marauder flying.

Meld. Diona drew upon her gifts to wrap a barrier around Nyssa to shield her and reached out to lend her some of her strength, and Elpsis moved quickly. Rather than flee, she was moving towards the tendrils and their new foe. Pain exploded inside her when she was struck and they sought to rip her strength from her. Her head felt like it was spinning and she felt a growing sense of vertigo.

Their foe - a Dark Master based on her aura - talked as she drained her own allies. No verbal response came from Elpsis. As a rule, she did not exchange witty banter with the enemy. Behind her fully encased helmet, her milky-white eyes flared. Trying to simply shield herself from the draining onslaught entirely was not a winning proposition. Moreover, the Sith Lady was being empowered by devouring the Maw's marauders.

She drew power from the Eternal Flame, and heat and light and fire burst forth, an incandescent whiteness of energy, as a wave of flame swept towards the Sith Master. Deal with the mooks, she ordered her team.
Avoid the void, Shikoba transmitted to her through her mind. It may not let you go this time. It was a blatant reference to Elpsis getting spaced in the last invasion.

 

[Brec Gannan]

STEALTH TROOP TRANSPORT
OBJECTIVE III:
DUEL OF THE FATES

The response from the Imperial Knight Matma wasn't surprising, as Brec nodded in response. He knew it must have been hitting close to home, since it was literally the Chiss' home, so there was no expectation for feigned niceties. And Brec didn't blame the guy at all, it was a rough situation, and a lot of lives - millions, perhaps - were on the line. And that meant the group that intended to board the station needed to get moving. When Juliana arrived, the tall Sentinel turned and nodded to her in greeting. He listened as she spoke to Matma, then asked if there was anything required.

"As long as you've got your armor and weapon, we're good to go," The Sentinel said simply, as he looked toward the indicated troop transport ship. "I heard they prepared something special with those transports. Cloaking and hull cutters made of some stupidly sharp diamonds... guess that's how we're getting in."

Brec walked past Matma, as he reached out and slapped the guy on the shoulder, before he started toward the transport allocated to the Imperial Knights. They would - presumably - be transported in one vessel, while a contingent of troopers and commanders would be in another. No point in piling into a single starship and risking losing the entire group, Brec supposed.

"Let's load up, we need to get mov--"

A vision through the Force pierced through the void of space, as a one-eyed raven appeared in the mindseye and spoke. Still asleep? Brec wasn't a slouch in the Force, as he immediately followed the presence that had sent the connection. It came from the military station, someone on board, someone who had become aligned to the Imperial Knights through the course of the battle... maybe the Force was drawing them together. It was a pain, the Force, in that sense; it tended to have a will of its own, and the pawns be damned. Still, the intrusion caused a bit of pain with its suddenness, but otherwise seemed more aimed at intimidation...

"Juliana? You okay?" Brec turned and looked to his protege. His mental defenses were fairly good, he was also humble when it came to the Force. "Let's go. I think we're expected, so we better avoid disappointing, so we can kick this raven's ass and deactivate this superweapon."

Thankfully, due to his internal focus, Brec had avoided the sudden deaths prior when the weapon had fired into the fleets. He had felt the losses, but because he hadn't been connecting to others in the battle, sensing them, feeling their feelings, he had managed to not be overwhelmed by the deaths of so many so suddenly. Though, truth be told, his past experience with the Force hadn't exactly been completely light sided...

It was going to be a tough battle. The Dark Side was powerful.

Brec hoped he wouldn't have to channel it again.

But I will, if I need to.

The Sentinel turned to the others and called, as he started up the transport rampway:

"Come on, we have to go, before it's too late!"

He stepped inside and found his seat, as he strapped in and began to prepare for the fight to come...

Allies: Juliana Alderdice | The Major | Rolf Amsel | Matma Bernu
Enemies: Gren Blidh​