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Roudac Gannan

ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ

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HULL (43%)
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SPECIALIZED SYSTEMS:
Destructor Beam Cannons
Interdiction Field Generators
Predator Int. Drive
Crystal Grav Trap

STATUS
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ENGAGED IN BATTLE...


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ABOVE CSILLA
The
Resurgent


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THE RESURGENT & ESCORT FLOTILLA ONE
Engaging - The PK-1 Mercy

By that point, alarms were sounding. Non-essential crew and personnel were headed for escape pods. It was the final moments, and now was the time to minimalize the loss in life...

"Order the escort flotilla to leave the area, immediately," Roudac said. "Thank Lieutenant Frell for her effort today. And any escape pods that are filled, to begin launching immediately, aimed for the side of the planet furthest from our heading."

Whether through sheer constructive savvy or delayed chain reactions, the superweapon hadn't exploded yet. Considering the way it fell to pieces and lacked shielding, the Allegiant General had been certain that an explosion of the base was sure to arrive within minutes; and hopefully sooner than whatever drives were powering up could be activated.

"We abandon this bridge, leave all non-essentials," Roudac called, as he winced at the sight out the viewport, before he turned and started to move at quick pace toward the rear bridge turbolift. "All crew, we head to the forward tech station deeper inside the vessel. Use hand comms to alert them to our arrival, and to maintain shield recharge rotations."

"On it, General," A Comms Officer said, as he began to use his commlink accordingly. "Forward tech station, assume all shield recharging duties based on data being sent to you... now. Control of the main bridge has been shifted, now, and you are to maintain until the Allegiant General arrives."

"Copy that, forward tech station maintaining course and continuing shield charging rotations."

Roudac glanced back to the bridge as the doors to the lift opened, and furrowed his eyebrows as a small vessel - unknowingly piloted by Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc - zipped past the glasteel. Odd. Either way, with the crews loading in, the turbolift began to fill with occupancy quickly - but it was designed as such, to allow the complement of bridge crew a chance to avoid destruction by doing exactly as they were. There was little point in not learning from the past mistakes concerning exposed Star Destroyer bridges, after all. And given how widespread the damage outside in space had become, no one dragged their feet to reach a more protected location.

The turbolift ride down into the interior, and more armored, portion of the vessel was silent. Aside from comm-chatter, and the odd update spoken aloud, it was quiet. Granted, there remained the sounds of clashing and groaning from the vessels hull. Above, the turbolift shaft sealed at a lower junction inside the ship, to avoid depressurization if something happened to the main bridge - such as shearing off or exploding.

After the rapid descent, Roudac stepped out of the turbolift entry first and straight toward the crews ahead, followed by the main bridge personnel.

"Status?"

"We're holding together, barely, sir," A fresh face said from the sensor panels. "And there are... indications of exterior energy readings near the superweapons engines. Trying to determine what it is, but it's difficult to get a fine reading."

"Are the Lucian shield generators able to function?" Roudac asked, as he walked toward a representation of the viewports, though in place of glasteel it was a wall of holoscreens. "If so, have them prepared. It might not be much, but it's better than nothing."

"Almost functional, sir, less than a minute with the additional power reserves from no weapon use," Shield secondary command reported. "As soon as they are ready, we'll activate."

The Allegiant General nodded. He watched the screens, noted the corvettes of the Galactic Alliance were nearby, and worked his jaw muscles. With luck, they would assist in the pursuit of forcefully realigning the spherical station away from Csilla. But there was no guarantee. All that remained was to see if the maneuver would work. Roudac must have appeared thoughtful, as his second-in-command approached...

"General?" She asked. "Thoughts?"

"Well, I am beginning to think this might be achievable," Roudac began, as he braced against more shudders through the vessel, gloved hand tight on the railing. "Not to say how we might endure the situation, but we know the superweapon has little-to-no maneuverability of its own accord, and it's engines definitely aren't as powerful... so, optimistically, I'm hoping our more heavily applied force will be enough. And if the Resurgent goes down to achieve that? Well."

"We also have the hyperspace jump locked in, sir," The officer continued, as she nodded to herself. "Perhaps..."

"Perhaps. But, if not, a Super Star Destroyer for a world? More than worth it. Millions for our lives."

"Agreed, sir."

The two commanders stood beside one another, eyes on the command screens, as the Super Star Destroyer shook and jostled and pushed with everything its reactors could muster...

"Lucian defensive shields coming online, sir! "

It was now in the hands of fate.

Or the Force.

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First Order: Brec Gannan | Charlotte Reed | Juliana Alderdice | Natasi Fortan | Thorne
Allies: Teica Giraan Teica Giraan | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock | Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana | Defenders
Enemies: Brotherhood of the Maw | Tu'teggacha | Subject 54 Havoc Subject 54 Havoc | Attackers​

 

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POST X
GALIDRAAN FREE-STATE


OBJECTIVE 1: HELL FROZEN OVER

COMMONWEALTH FORCES:
Enedina Tal Enedina Tal Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter Major Bennett Hall
Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart Alais Kaun

ALLIES: Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Tyrell Paxxus Tyrell Paxxus Halketh Halketh Julian Qar Julian Qar
FN-999 Gallius Orcana Gallius Orcana Albrecht F. Herlock Albrecht F. Herlock

Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe Liza Liza Korum Krov Korum Krov
Himm'vaun'merek Himm'vaun'merek Kaleleon Kaleleon Ziroka Ziroka

ENEMIES: Kascalion Giedfield Kascalion Giedfield Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren The Mongrel The Mongrel
Maestus Maestus Khaostra Devoid Khaostra Devoid Chimera Chimera UX-0626 UX-0626

Erskine's Loadout

Primary:
Custom Blaster-Pistol (Right-hip Holster - left-or-right hand draw)
Secondary: Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore (Left-hip Sheathe - right hand wielding)
Last Ditch/Second-Blade: Fairbairn Vibroknife (Right-hip Sheathe - right-or-left hand wielding)
Pocket-Weapons: Gifted Brass-Knuckles from the Guv'Nah (Both Trouser-Pockets - akimbo wielding)

Barran's Blue-Heart Brigade (Mechanized/Artillery/Infantry)

201 Repulsorlift Tanks
5 AT-ATs
12 AFVs
5 MLVs
1 Coy. Riflemen
3 Plat. Combat Engineers

1 Coy. Field-Medics

Support: Tal's Fighting-First Brigade (Mechanized/Artillery/Infantry)

220 Cataphract Tanks
20 AFVs
5 MLVs
5 Predator Launch-Platforms

1 Coy. Elite Guardsmen
1 Coy. Elite Engineers

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The Stormchaser XIII

'Right, you two.... C'mere!', Erskine growled as Alais and Tyrell caught up to hear him properly, having followed as silently as their gear or footfalls would allow of them. Looking back to find both remaining heavy-hitters taking a knee in wait, the Brigadier-General pointed to his ear and muttered,'Comm-chatter silence until I break it, an' nae exceptions', as he drew closer to whisper the remainder of his plan, perpetually aware that the Chimera could've been hiding in any awkward blind-spot on the mountain they were climbing. Though Kaun's suit allowed her to hear the Lord-Commander coordinating the AFVs and infantry with his own device, Lockhart wouldn't know until hours after they'd boarded the Free-State transport ships to go home to Archais together, but time was much too greatly stacked against them to stop and explain the situation as it developed around them.

The sounds of war and death, the visuals of firepower and explosives, all of it felt eerily distant by the time they had stopped to ready themselves for the next phase of the rescue. The Woad would allow his soon-to-be heroes time to take it all in, letting them both regain their stamina whilst the frozen landscape descended into abject chaos on every horizon around them, watching as the freshly-reanimated corpses around them disappeared into the snow on their way towards the wildest of the distant hostilities. What they couldn't see or hear in the snowstorm, however, was the moving, whispering lips and teeth of Lord Halketh's zombies, completely unaware of what tongues they were rasping to each other, and to the realms unseen by mortal beings.

<"Attention, all allied units. This is Lieutenant Legion Commander FN-999 of the 459th Stormtrooper Regiment. In my authority as Lieutenant Legion Commander, I am increasing the priority of this evacuation from III to I. A Scorched Earth Protocol will not be in effect for the third trench, as there are no longer any unevacuated civilians behind us to delay our foes for. Instead, I want to ensure that as many troopers as possible are evacuated from the trenches and onto the ships as possible before the planet gets blown to bits and takes the Maw survivors with it.">

'Almost time for the Maw's big,"Kaboom!", is it? Shame, I was quite enjoying myself here.', the Stormchaser muttered to himself, and unlike the undead seen stumbling towards a few beleaguered Helgardians in the distance, contrastingly being unable to escape the eyes and ears of his little rescue-team. Fortunately for the Lord-Commander, the heavy-hitting duo could hear FN-999's transmission with ease, making his verbalized thoughts all the more reasonable to the ears of the rescuers sneaking in the blizzards with him. Looking back up to the curious gazes of both Leftenants, Barran was ready to lay out the true essence of his rescue-plan, pulling them both closer so he could be sure that he'd be heard in his attempt to quieten the parade-ground voice to a careful half-whisper.

'I need to meet this kidnapper alone apparently, but I'll need assurances here; taking all the potential risks into account, I've chosen roles for you both. Kaun, you'll hang back from me by roughly a hundred metres in wait for the eventual rescue-attempt order. Make no mistake, I'll be calling you to run up and grab Lady Enedina quickly - an' by the way, you'll have to evacuate with the Lord-Protector's daughter without us.... Dangers like that must be kept distracted for successes to endure, you know this, so don't be hanging around; you've been mentioned in dispatches multiple times for bravery already, Kaun. Job done after Enedina, understand?'

Seeing Alais' menacing smile through her exo-suit covered nodding-reply, the Brigadier-General smirked as he replied,'Good, you're ready.... Move out, Leftenant', ordering Kaun to move out after watching her stand to attention. Once the order to move had been given, Kaun pivoted well in an about-turn southwards to move into position; disappearing into the snowstorm behind the Woad and the Dunwaller, clunking to a muffled silence as they watched on with an assured trust in the half-Corellian's ability to play her part professionally. Once the silence had been assured again, the chilled whiskeys came out for one last hurrah before they made their next move for Enedina's sake, though neither would be able to say whether it was pre-emptive celebration or commiseration; for fate wasn't about to reveal what would happen next, and certainly not in that calm before their predicted firestorm.

'You ready, Devil One? Eyes and ears open, sneak ahead for a hundred metres or so. Maintain yer low posture, eat snow an' stay put when ye stop. You'll be coverin' two retreats, moving with the second to make for the ACV again. Tavlar awaits, an' ah hate bein' late for battles as it is, let alone the makings of the greatest tank-battle of the decade. Enough o' that caper for now, though. Time's still stacked against us as I'm sure you know already.... Alright, better get moving.'
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The Stormchaser XIV

Passing Lockhart on his way ahead, Barran would tap on the Devil of Dunwall's shoulder with the flat of his Vibrosword, muttering,'Good, eat s'more snow an' hold position.', before moving forward again, bounding into the snowfall alone with hips low and knees bent. The snowfall would grow heavier as he continued to climb, but this Brigadier-General, unlike many others with the same levels of military-leadership prestige, relished the feeling of battling the elements he'd known since the winters he'd spent as a youth on the surface of Galidraan 3. Everything about the intensity of his surroundings, the test they presented to his physical endurance, and the life-or-death situation he was walking into felt right to Lord Erskine in that moment, letting the goosebumps run riot on his spine and follicles as the steep climb slowly-but-surely began to level out it's lower-altitude incline.

After some ten further minutes of climbing, a tiny blot on the horizon began to show in the storm, gradually becoming more visible as Erskine continued to climb, eventually drawing close enough to identify the blot on the horizon as a small outcrop of jutting rocks, and an unmoving humanoid in prone position or sprawled between them. It was Enedina, lying completely unconscious between the rocks near the summit, with the risk of being snow-covered and killed by the drop in body-temperature with each passing second; but the Brigadier-General knew then that he would need to be hypervigilant from that moment on, drawing his Fairbairn dagger with his left hand and continuing on with jaw clenched in peak apprehension.

Picking up the pace, Erskine would take almost a minute to reach the Lord-Protector's daughter, though he would be relieved to find a lively pulse when he placed two fingers on the side of her throat, muttering,'Good girl, Tals don't die to fights like this. See you on Archais, Milady.', before standing to make a last effort to ascend to the summit. Not far to go, but that didn't matter, for he was not alone. Sitting right in front of him, with his eyes staring off into to the eastern horizon, was the kidnapper, completely unfazed by the Lord-Commander's arrival. The blizzards would briefly subside for their sake, offering a reprieve of light winds and minimal snowfall to gift the Sith and the Imperial a panoramic, all-encompassing view of the entire battle.

Despite the relatively-low altitude, the positioning of the solitary peak was perfect for the gorgeous type of views that Barran felt he ultimately bled and suffered to earn the honour of seeing, the kind of sights that the Stormchaser himself knew that very few in the galaxy, even after centuries of war, would ever get to witness.Flares, muzzle-flashes, tracers, blaster-trails, explosions, crashes and architectural collapses as far as his aging eyes could see, but his momentary, existentially-spellbound state of mind would find itself cut short by the eye-level presence he'd already spotted in his right periphery, lashing his mind into action for one last outing as he made the unorthodox choice of taking a knee in close proximity of his foe; still unmoving, sat in a non-combative posture that oozed an aura of infallibility.

'Kaun, it's Barran. I'm alone with our kidnapper now, you're clear to collect the hostage an' move out. Be quick, though.', Erskine muttered into his comm-device, though loud enough for his enemy to hear his orders clearly. Happy that his opponent remained unfazed, the Stormchaser could relax his posture slightly, knowing that he was being rewarded for adhering to the seemingly-reasonable captor's demands. Tense though his predicament was, Barran was observant enough to notice and appreciate the fact that his fire-wielding enemy was just as enamoured by the view of the distant struggles for survival beyond. Barely a metre apart from each other's shoulder, the two warriors would say and do nothing but look out into the snowstorm's respite beyond, a moment that neither would forget any time soon; neither would encounter warriors that were taken out of such moments by the sheer scale of chaotic beauty, never again would they encounter another enemy who'd appreciate the rarities of war and death with them, and certainly not in such awe-inspired fashion.

'She'll live, but you'll still end up near the top o' the Free-State's Chit-List for this.... Though I dare say I'm stating the obvious on the matter, but enough o' that lark - if you wish to return to your master in one piece, you may. I can open an escape corridor to the northwest, letting you enjoy your little grace-period for now. But if you're deciding to take the offer, tell me; is it Giedfield you answer to, or the Zambranos?'
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The Kellas VII

'So you came all the way over here to tell us that we're good at war - we know. We were born for it.'
Where can I find more foes like you in this galaxy? All my enemies have been much too predictable until now, it's actually ridiculous!

What pleased the Tuath, above all the other qualities that magnetized Gowrie to the Mongrel, was the Mawite's honest belief in his life's primary drive to live and die as a naturally-gifted warrior. Everything about the statement, the absolute, unwavering confidence in the way the Mongrel stated his belief for all to hear, Lord Aron knew that many within the ranks of Barran's brigade would begrudgingly relate with that specific assuredness of warlike proficiency. Gowrie also saw much of his comrades in the dryness lacing his enemy's abrasive brand of humour, finding himself unable to keep from joining the laughter of the blaster-brandishing Mawites on either side of them. However, there was no laughter or mirth in the Mongrel's eyes when he spoke, just a deadpan, matter-of-fact expression of mild disdain that relented only for the continuation of his response.

'But yes, you're right; we have that birthright in common. We both belong here, knee-deep in blood. It's why you've been more of a match for us than we expected. It's why each one of you that we bring down brings us glory, builds our legend. You're worthy kills... unlike the politicians who sent you here, ruling over 'civilization' from their rotting thrones.', the Mongrel said, pausing to spit bloody-phlegm on the snow-covered ground between them, still teetering dangerously close to losing consciousness on the spot. As he returned his gaze to the Kellas sat in front of him, the Mongrel would growl,'They haven't earned good deaths, on the field, with weapons in their hands. When we come for them, well...', flashing a sneering, jagged smile akin to Gowrie's before drawling,'It won't be a pretty sight.'

With a fusion lantern being placed between them, fully lit and generating heat enough to offer the wounded commander a chance to fight the cold that threatened frostbite on all the Mongrel's cuts and burns, Lord Aron would lift it by it's handle and rest lantern closer to his opponent, much too acclimatised to the cold to give in to the alluring warmth the lantern gave off. Leaning towards the lantern had proven quite painful for the Mongrel's ribcage, letting out a teeth-gritted groan of pained exertion before continuing,'But if you understand the purity of war as well as you claim, you know that being worthy foes only means we have all the more reason to kill each other.', with little regard for the hands that barely orbited the warm aura of the lantern itself. Lord Aron knew there would be more to it's placement, even before the Mongrel had leaned in to mutter in his usual gruff tone,'Because you're a challenge, because you're born warriors just like us, you've given us a battle worth remembering. We'll tell tales of this war, show off the scars you gave us and the trophies we took from you.'

By then, it became apparent that the soon-to-be exalted marauder was getting to the point of gauging the Tuath's reaction; judging him on his reaction, deciding then and there if Gowrie was as fearless as his actions up until that point had indicated, as even the slightest indication of fear would mean a horrible death in the enemy trenches for the Kellas. Searing into the cold gaze of his opponent, the Mawite leaned in closer, with his soul burning like a supernova as he concluded,'But we still aim to kill you all... so what do you want?', maintaining an unblinking malice that would've made even the hardiest of foemen shudder or flinch, but Gowrie was something more than the hardiest of humdrum foemen.

'Good, nothing worse than facing against,"St-StAy b-bAck! I-I d-dOn'T wAnt t'KiLl yOu - b-BuT i wIlL, I s-sWeAr it!", is there? And as for the other matter, it's quite simple.... You're dropping into critical condition right in front o' me, and I can't be having that - not if I wish to fight you at your best someday. Even if you survive this, you wouldn't recover in time with the butchers and the faith you're reliant on; I can't be having that either, not even maybe. To fight you now, as we both know, would mean an untimely death for both of us; and like the other matters, I can't be having that on this matter either.', the Lord-Major began, pausing to hold the Mongrel's gaze and light two cigars at the same time, staring down his foe whilst using the same fusion lantern that Mongrel was relying on for warmth like it was the easiest thing in the world for the Tuath to do.
If fate's bound us together, might as well make it the best clash possible.... An' ah'll be gettin' that in spades wae this wan, thank feth!

Leaning closer to the face of his opponent, Aron had switched from a backwards-leaning slouch to an edge-of-the-seat, knees forward-bend crouch to get himself close enough to meet the Mawite's intensity in the center; with his face inches away from Mongrel's own, the hereditary Tuath-snarl eventually showed face, with bared teeth in approval of the way his opponent carried himself. Passing one lit cigar the marauder's way, and placing the other Faslane between his lips to one side, the Kellas nodded his affirmation of approval before loudly muttering over the wind,'So, what's happening now is you're going to be stabilized an' healed as well as can be allowed of the limited time we have, then we're going to part ways as soon as my medic's sure you're not going to die on us. The tools we have would mean roughly ten minutes of treatment, but after that, you can return to your dropships and I can finally fight against the Warlords of the Sith.'

'What? Even your friends know you deserve a wilder end than this!'
, Gowrie barked after seeing the look of absolute disgust grimacing across his entire facial-structure, knowing that the Galidraani offer would mean a greater, more memorable clash in the future. Relenting, the Kellas inhaled through his nostrils, shook his head and continued on regardless, grabbing his comm-device and muttering,'AMV One, move in and move in alone.', with wide-eyed defiance. The Tuath had it decided, the Mawite no longer had a say in the matter; whether the Mongrel wished it or not, more than just the loud-mouthed opponent opposite wanted to see him prove his true worth eventually, and the reality was slowly but surely setting in that Csilla would not be the place to make that ultimate sacrifice.

'If Csilla had been the place to do it, there would've been no Force-Users getting in the bloody way - you know this! We both know I should've been duelling you instead. I mean, adhbhar Dhè! Ah've even got a regular ol' Vibrosword for the occasion an' everything! We weren't able to make that magic happen properly, an' though time was stacked against us both this time, ah know it won't be when we meet again. Gettin' they Barran-goosebumps at the mere thought of it, so just imagine how much of a rush it's going to be when we finally do get to fight each other without interruption.... The type o' fight the Brigadier-General would gladly see me gettin' intae, an' that's nae joke!'


 
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As soon as the bridge emptied, I opened a channel to the rest of the line. My hologram appeared aboard every bridge, my voice was played over speakers throughout the ships. Even in the Hawk, my words were being heard. I stood, straight and firm, a rock for my men to rally upon.

“This Is Commodore Oliva. The Hawk is being evacuated. I am going to attempt to ram and destroy the superlaser array. I do not expect to survive. Pick up the Hawk’s crew, then pull away from the fight. Regroup with the Alliance fleet for further order from the Admiral. Godspeed. Oliva out.”



Escape pods jettisoned from the Hawk, one after another in rapid succession. Other vessels in the line swept by, picking them up, overloading their capacity even further. Aboard the bridge, I began to ease power into the engines, throwing Hawk hurtling towards Mercy once more. The final set of escape pods launched, and I ran a scan to ensure no one had remained aboard.

The ship I’d spent my whole career aboard charged onwards, and it’s weapons flared to life once more. I hadn’t targeted them well, but it was hard to miss the massive battle station ahead of me. Like the stinging of a wasp, shots began to pepper the surface. Return fire opened, in lesser quantity than what the line had faced before. I began to weave, narrowly avoiding some shots but slamming into others. Shield warnings flashed on my command screen while bursts of line flared across Hawk’s viewport.

Closer and closer, the Hawk soared on. She’d reached full speed in her death dive. Shields were being torn away under the intense fire. Though it would only take a few minutes to reach the surface, it felt like an eternity. Each breath an hour, each breath a day. I saw every flash of light as a shot missed the Hawk, every burst of my own cannons, the blur of debris as I rocketed past.

Something was off, Mercy was approaching faster than it should have. I chalked it up to a small speed boost from the jettisoned weight. It couldn’t be moving towards Hawk as well, they’d need all that power for their firing sequence...

Not far...Soon, Hawk would be too close and approaching too fast to be stopped, even if it exploded the rain of shrapnel would impact Mercy. At this point, my life was forfeit. There were no remaining escape pods, and it would be impossible to survive turning back by this point. I closed my eye, accepting my fate. AS I inhaled deeply through my nose, A memory came to me. There was an escape pod. I all but leapt out of my seat. The Brotherhood had taken my right eye, I wouldn’t let them have my life.

With a final check of the trajectory, I locked in all systems to continue as they were. Shields were nearly down, but the Hawk had passed the point of no return. I took off, sprinting down Hawk’s empty hallways. I just needed to reach the docking port, less than a hundred meters away. I was no infantryman, but that run wouldn’t be a problem.

The ship shook as my feet pounded away. The metallic clangs of boots on durasteel drowned out my heavy breathing. Not far, more than halfway there. I barely had time to register the sudden flash of heat, and the feeling of being thrown sideways…


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Six minutes before impact.

My vision returned faster than the last time I’d been knocked out. Before that though, I felt a floating sensation, as though I was no longer on the floor. Finally, I saw why. It’d been nearly pitch black before, and now the hall was lit with a flickering orange glow. The bitter scent of smoke reached my nose, and slowly I began to realize that Hawk’s gravity generation had been put offline. The ship was burning. Chunks of shrapnel began to float across my field of view. There was something else with them, and in my dazed state it took me some time to realize what they were. Little droplets, some larger than others, were floating around. They were a deep crimson, and opaque. Blood. I tried to move my arms, to check them for wounds. My left responded, and it seemed to be fine. My right…

I turned my head, eye widening in horror. It was gone. Just below the shoulder, my uniform came to an abrupt and bloody end, droplets floating away as I bled. The rest of my arm was floating away, limp and bloody. I barely felt any pain, so the scene seemed...like a horrible dream. One I’d wake up from, any moment. The whole battle, this whole nightmare, was all just a dream.

I’d gone into shock before I’d even woken up.


Three minutes.


Slowly, I remembered why I was even in the hallway. The fact that Hawk was about to disintegrate against the side of a superweapon. I forced myself to move, reaching out to push off the wall. I continued down the hallway, pushing myself along with my remaining arm, or sometimes with a jump if I got close enough to the flooring. By now smoke had filled the corridor, forcing my eye shut. I couldn't cover my mouth, and so I coughed my way down the hallway. Finally, I reached the docking bay. I felt around desperately for a hatch, and brushed the button to open the inner airlock door.


Hawk, now more a missile than a vessel, was less than a minute from impact.


I entered the small space, shutting it behind me to prevent too much smoke from spilling in. I opened my eye, now mostly red. The escape pod hatch was still open, and I pulled myself in. I shut it, and began to search desperately for a release. I finally found it, knocking aside an unused medical kit, and the escape pod detached from Hawk. I’d been just in time to shoot past the rim of the reactor dish, rather than becoming a second projectile.


Tears flowed from my face as I watched Hawk disappear. An intense fireball followed it, the ship’s own cremation. I watched for a moment or two, then began fumbling to open the medkit. I’d already lost a lot of blood. I needed to at least stop the bleeding. Applying a bandage with one arm proved difficult. I’d finally gotten it to stay as the adrenaline began to fade. Pain followed, and I passed out again moments later.


I awoke a few moments after, and began to dig through the medical supplies. There had to be a pain killer, something to at least dull my awareness. There was nothing I could do now, and no sense in continuing to suffer...Even if rescue never came...
 


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M I G H T
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T E R R O R I N T H E T R E N C H E S
DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran

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He was alone, so it seemed. As much was satisfactory for the disgraced patriarch. His eyes remained closed as the general checked over the woman, who was still tucked away from the elements, and confirmed her safety. The Sith Lord had taken every caution to ensure the woman's safety was maintained, even through the veil of irony he had crafted for himself. It was only when Barran situated himself down upon the freezing rocks alongside of him that his eyes opened and fixated ahead on the devastation created by colliding worlds. He said nothing, offering the man no indication that he had any intention to, not unprompted at the very least.

Heat bled from Chimera as easily as it left a furnace, melting the ice clinging to the rocks they rested upon, and creating a large enough pocket of warmth to take the chill of his new company's bones as well. It rose and fell seemingly with each swell of his chest- controlled purely by his discipline and focus, nothing more.​

'She'll live, but you'll still end up near the top o' the Free-State's Chit-List for this.... Though I dare say I'm stating the obvious on the matter, but enough o' that lark - if you wish to return to your master in one piece, you may. I can open an escape corridor to the northwest, letting you enjoy your little grace-period for now. But if you're deciding to take the offer, tell me; is it Giedfield you answer to, or the Zambranos?'

Smoke poured from the filters of his mask, hissing at the cold wind. A sigh. He turned his head, fixing his partially masked and blood-stained features in the man's direction fully, seeking to engage steady eye contact. In those dead, milky white eyes, sparks fluttered and danced like rising embers just beneath the surface- illuminated unnaturally in tune to the rise of his breath. "I did not take her because she was leverage for my own survival." He addressed that remark first, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "I could have killed her-" Chimera breathed with tired thunder resonating in his fiery throat, "and the Maw's forces would have, had it not been for my intervention. Her death should not be so disgraceful."

His head turned, exposing gash the woman had dealt upon the round of his skull, just there, where the blood crept through his silvering hair. "I do not have a master. Do not think order exists in this disquiet." He droned, sliding forward to drop from the outcropping and land upon the snow with soft, crunching thuds. Hands sought the hem of his hood, fighting the wind to draw it upward and tuck his hair beneath. The pyrokinetic paused to look back up at the Galidraani. "Your men are skillful. Take care of them. Get them away from this place swiftly- the end is not far, now. It will not be how you expect it to be."

A column of energy enveloped the sole Sith as he stood some dozen feet away, churning about in a rapid upward spiral that erupted into flames- melting all of the ice and snow to mush in an instant while lashing at the men closeby with heated gales. It did not last long, as blinding and hot as it was- thankfully- and in the very next second, it fizzled out of existence with a wicked 'pop!'.

He was gone.​

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ALLIES | THE DARK SIDE | WotS | The Mongrel The Mongrel Lirka Ka Lirka Ka
FOES | NIO | GA | THE LIGHT | Tyrell Lockhart Tyrell Lockhart DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Major Bennett Hall
 


1st Dunwall Irregulars (The Devils of Dunwall)

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Allies: DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran Enedina Tal Enedina Tal Alais Kaun

Engaging: Chimera Chimera

Personal Loadout: a DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System, a vibroknife, and a pair of brass knuckles.

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The Final Countdown

Part One: Into the Cold

As they made their way to the last part of their mechanized venture, Tyrell heard the words coming from the mouth of the soldier in power armor. If this were a different day, he would have words with the one who uttered them. Admittedly, it took a moment for him to swallow his pride. Despite his unusual show of control, Tyrell did feel the need to address it.

"I did what I did back back in those trenches for my people. I don't know if ya saw what came before, but we were gettin' a proper beatin'. Had to rally the lads to hold the line. Holdin' the line meant more of the lads survived. And make no mistake, I will do whatever it takes to keep as many of them breathin' as possible. And now, you can best believe I'll be doin' the same for Enedina. Trust me, this ain't gonna be my first time eatin' snow."

He turned his attention back to Barran, meeting his hand with his own and giving it a good, strong shake. The man's grip was as firm as Tyrell's own, which was to be expected by a man like Erskine. If he were to die today, it could at least be said that he shook the hand of one of the biggest figures in the Free-State. Now there was nothing left, but to wait for the door to open.

"If we make it outta 'ere in one piece, you'll get my name."

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Part Two: The Final March

They slowly crept through the snow, making sure to remain as invisible and silent as possible. As they proceeded, Tyrell got a tap on the shoulder from Barran. He only gave a nod of acknowledgement to the man's words, allowing Barran to pass him up as planned. They moved forward, edging closer to the presumed location of Enedina, as well as the one who had abducted her. Finally, it as time to stay put. Tyrell watched as Barran moved into the distance, until he had disappeared up the hill. Then, all that was left, was to wait...

It felt like an eternity.

Tyrell felt uneasy as time had passed, until he heard the message to Alais, signalling her to swoop up Tal. Not long after she had managed to secure their captured comrade, a rising pillar of smoke and flame suddenly shot up in the distance. Unsure of what had transpired, Tyrell broke out into a full sprint, pushing through the snow, beyond Alais and Enedina. As he passed, he grabbed Alais by the arm.

"Keep movin', I'll watch yer back. Just gonna check on lord Barran. We'll be right behind ya."

He kept pushing, using whatever strength he could muster to quickly trudge through the powdery terrain. As he caught sight of Barran, Tyrell found himself surprised to see the man alone. All that was left of their enemy was a circle of smoke and ash. The madman of Galidraan wasn't sure as to what had transpired, but he knew they had to make their way back. He rushed to Barran's side, keeping an eye out for any potential threat.

"The armored one's got Enedina, it's time to move an' cover their escape. Best be finding us a way off of this 'ere rock, while we're at it."

They turned, making their way back to Alais and Enedina, who were still working their way back to the Saga. It looked like they were gonna make it back in time after all. It would be close, but they'd make it. Tyrell turned to Barran as they progressed down the hill.

"Name's Lockhart, by the way. Tyrell Lockhart."

As the moved back to the safety of the Saga, Tyrell reflected on the day he had just experienced. So much chaos... carnage... blood...

It would be a cold day in hell when he'd return to this place...

Assuming there would be a place to return to.

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