Dominion Highland Cathedral | First Order Dominion of Skye

[Nylea Apollodor]

After following Elisea towards the table, thankful for the bit of shade she could rest in, Nylea gladly accepted the cup with an equally grateful nod. As a wielder of the Force, she was specialized in healing, both physically and mentally. Her time with the Sacred Lotus taught her to heal and mend, though she didn't have similar mastery over other aspects of the Force. Moving such large pieces of debris through use of the Force was an exhausting effort for the average Force user, and even more so for the echani.

"It is good to see such shows of solidarity. The sight is much too rare, sadly," Nylea remarked in between small sips of the juice. Having been across the galaxy to aid in healing its wounds, she had seen so much pain, but too little of an extended hand from those who had the means to help. Other planets pitching in to help was a very welcome sight.

"I am a little tired, but nothing too bad," Nylea replied to her girlfriend's question while giving her an assuring smile. "Just needed a quick breather. With a few extra hands, we should have this blockage cleared soon enough." If anything, the First Order were efficient in their efforts, something the echani had a hard time getting used to seeing.

"How are things on your end?"

Elisea Korrado Firenne Van-Derveld ​

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

"They're going, we've got a lot of what we wanted to do accomplished so far." The biggest thing would be to get the loch filled with water once more. It would take time for the area to recover environmentally but they could help, they being the First Order. "I'm sure our environmental experts and hydrologists would be the ones taking over from here when it comes to the loch." FIMS would work with various agencies to ensure that the area go back on its feet. "Once the loch is back, they can use it to irrigate the land for farming. Even so it will take time for crops to start coming in the way they used to."​

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She paused a moment and looked over toward where engineers had gathered. "Looks like you've got some help, I think there's a few knights over that way." Elisea gestured toward Firenne Van-Derveld and the Knight-Commander. "Yeah, definitely good to have everyone stand together."​

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"So far there's not been any word of Ssi-Ruu this way, so far." She hoped to have not jinxed them in that moment. "Once the blockage is removed we'll get a reading of the water as far as the ph balance, salinity and check around to other bodies of water." FIMS wouldn't necessarily be handling it, but members of the Environmental Services team would. "It's just an amazing thing to see that all these years later that these people are still here, some had been here since the Lords of the Fringe era."​

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"It's just nice to be able to give back and help."​

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Nylea Apollodor ​

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[BB-4001A]

A red-skinned ssi-ruu was swapping out the power cell on its blaster rifle.

Charging a bolt, the reptile-like alien leveled the rifle at the advancing line of white armored stormtrooper, when it seemed to vanish into a red mist.

The six barrels of the rotary cannon gave a loud whine, smoke trailing from the ends as the teen let off the one second burst that had shredded the creature amid a hail of over a hundred slugthrower rounds. The HUD inside the helmet was sweeping for targets, as the boy swung his head around to check his flank.

A heat bloom registered on the visual scanners, as a smoke trail sailed over head. Turning to watch the trajectory, he saw as the projectile slammed into the armor of an AT-AT.

He wasn't the only one to take note of that. "Anyone see that?" Clutch's voice snapped over the comlink as soon as the RPG had exploded.

The rotary cannon whirled again, as the teen traced back to the origin of the rocket. It was an upper floor in a brick masonry structure that was still mostly intact. A sweep of fire from the cannon sent plumed of smoke and bits of masonry chipping away into the air. But the motion sensors were telling him that there were still lizards moving around in there. "I got eyes, but I can't hit them," the teen reported.

"Paint the target."

With his free hand, the teen tapped the side of his helmet. A slew of controls overlay the target HUD, as he selected the area and synced the feed with the GPS data from the orbital ships that were triangulating position for the troops on the ground. "Target is lit."

As soon as he'd spoken, he heard Clutch jump onto a different channel.

"Two-five-one-niner, this is india-yankee requesting turbolaser support on painted target. Over."

"Roger, india-yankee, we are positioning an asset. Fires incoming."

Movement registered. The teen gave another squeeze of the trigger, scaling up the side of the building with a burst of fire from the rotary cannon.

Two Ssi-ruuvi. And one of them had a large tube-like device. "Clutch?" the teen uttered into the shared squad comlink. A second burst of fire and the lizards ducked away for a moment. But they'd identified his position now.

And they had a gorram bazooka. "Now would be a good time, Clutch."

A third one-second burst. Only, this time, the smoke hadn't cleared when Three's visual scanners fixed on a silhouette. It was aiming the bazooka right at him. "Oh, shit," the teen snapped.

Did he even have time to duck and cover?

Just as he pitched himself for the ground, two red bolts of lightning sailed in. The explosion triggered the dampeners in the teen's helmet, rendering him deaf for a moment.

When he'd looked up again, the top half of the building was just gone.

"Let's not do that again," the boy muttered quietly.

 

[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ South of Brus City Center Status: Dividing enemy forces
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: Disrupter Rifles, 10mm OSM-Comet Slugthrower Pistols, Fragmentation grenades, First Order Jetpacks, First Order White Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Omari Ngao Resurgent Narrative Matma Bernu 3X744 OPEN​

Lt. Duval was almost in amazement at what the Air Corp was laying down. They had called for close support and the fire from above them was almost perfectly covering their flanks, as well as spraying in front of them as they moved. Essentially the remaining members of the 12th found themselves surrounded by Turbolaser coverage, and using this coverage they dove at the enemy. Charging at full speed they covered ground quickly savagely executing those that the turbolasers hadn't finished off. Vakim ordered pairs of troopers to halt as they advanced and begin to dig in on the line. They would be spread extremely thin with pairs of stormtroopers barely in visual contact with the next pair down the line. They continued this way as they advanced. The Ssi-Ruu scattered almost mindlessly as they and their covering air craft approached and the destruction started to be laid down.

They had reached the Northern edge of city and they had laid down a clear path of destruction. Now Vakim knew that the Ssi-Ruu would do the only thing they could do. They had to make a counter attack and try to reattach their lines. The air coverage would be slightly less effective at covering the static line, at least until they reset to a more fitting formation. In the mean time the 12th 'Storm' Platoon knew that it would have to hold against a heavy counter attack from both sides. Duval looked at Matma Bernu a calming presence being given to him by the assistance of the Force User. Speaking directly to the Imperial Knight off the commlink.

"Things are going to get really hairy, I'm gonna need your help. We are gonna need your help. I need you and the men who are directly with you to move along the line here and reinforce wherever we start to show gaps. We must hold this line. If we do this city, and the planet is as good as ours."

Duval would then switch back to his Commlink to Colonel Omari Ngao .

"Colonel we have divided the scalebacks and are dug in on a line. We are spread extremely thin and a counter attack must be imminent. What is the status of the men in the Mountains, are we gonna get any back-"

Duval was cut off as intense enemy fire started to come down on them from both sides. He hit the dust and began returning fire. Yelling now.

"This is it boys. Hold the line. Show em what happens when they take on the First Order. Yield Nothing."

 

[Matma Bernu]

When people say, 'May the Force Be With You', they don't know what it really means. It's a nice way to say, 'goodbye', or 'good luck'. But if they saw an Imperial Knight- a First Imperial Knight'- they would understand what the Force being with someone really meant.

He was a whirling dervish- death on two legs. As the troopers held the line, he plunged forward, his emerald lightsaber in constant motion. The Ssi-Ruuk, undaunted, fired at the Chiss. He saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing- only the Force directing his motions. He had become a green blur, his blade turning away stray shots, or back into the ranks of the scalebacks.

And so it went- the Imperial Knight and his cadre of men, bolstered by a strange sense of bravado they couldn't understand, tore into the saurian menace as they bought the time they needed to deliver victory to the First Order.

Omari Ngao Resurgent Narrative 3X744 Vakim Duval

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

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"Mhm, looks like it."

Despite being a wielder of the Force herself, her interactions with the First Order's Imperial Knights had been limited. Cooperating with the First Order to help others mostly meant being an extra pair of hands wherever Elisea was needed, and just her own presence was generally enough in those scenarios. Despite this she knew a small bit about their philosophy and views on the Force through their recruitment efforts. It differed from her own, she was still a Jedi, though she didn't have any real criticisms. The echani simply walked a different path, and that was okay. They looked to do good, even if it was in a different way.

"Hopefully it stays that way," Nylea replied after Elisea mentioned the Ssi-Ruuvi. The amount of conflict they had caused over the years was one of the many dark pages in the galaxy's story. However naive it was, the echani still hoped that one day there would be peace across all worlds. Even if it was impossible, she would strive for it anyway.

After a moment of shared silence, Nylea looked over to Elisea with a hint of a smile. "Helping others is very gratifying, and I am truly blessed to be able to do so with you by my side, love." Even after all this time, she was still as grateful as ever for being able to share her life with, in Nylea's eyes, the most wonderful woman in the galaxy.

"I am thankful for being able to lend a hand."

Elisea Korrado Firenne Van-Derveld ​

 

[Ciara Lockley]

Near the former Ren Academy, Ridgeline Pass
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How rude. "State my business? I was here first!" An obvious tic of irritation entered the petite woman's voice, eyebrows angling as if she were scolding a young child. "In any case, why don't we start with this. Hello you lot, my name is Ciara. That's Keer-rah, and to answer your question even though it's been inquired with a tone I'm not terribly fond of, I'm an archaeologist doing a geological survey of this ridge. What's that to you?" she snapped back at the woman who'd spoken first. She made sure to keep her hands visible, this lot seemed a bit twitchy as was and ending up shot on top of a cold and barren mountain ridge such as this one wasn't at all on her list of things 'To-do'.

"I've got a camp set up just up the way, in the courtyard of some ruin, though I'm not sure how stable it looks. It seems abandoned." Her eyes darted to the doors of what used to be a gate. While she waited for a response she bit the inside of her cheek. Three to one if it came down to it. Ciara didn't like those odds. "I've got some coffee on, if you're keen?" Her hands motioned towards the gate and beyond.

The Major | Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Obj 1

Omari responded to none of the calls for aid, confirmation or information that would've otherwise reached his ears through his helmet.

When the fighters had released their payloads on the Ssi-Ruuvi, many had fled the blast. Many of them in his area of operation where he could overlook the battlefield. Surprise struck him at first when he had caught sight of the scaled, leathery horde when they had burst through the room his immediate room had been using for cover.

His slugthrower released round after round.

Too many to reload in time.

He stood surrounded by bodies, the lone survivor.

At his knuckles, where the retractable vibroknives typically rested, were snapped, broken off from use. Fists, coated in blood, a vibroblade at his feet drenched in mismatched colours of alien and human fluids. His helmet laid somewhere, used as a last resort to bludgeon the last of the Ssi-Ruuvi that tricked in through the room.

But even as Vakim Duval called for help, on his platoons recently cleared flanks approached the rest of the troopers corps that had landed. A mass of alasbaster duraplas armoured soldiers, bolstering the line as they rained heavy fire down on the invading aliens that had taken occupation of Brus.

Did the Ssi-Ruuvi surrender? Omari didn't know. But the battle was undoubtedly at an end, that much he knew.

And for sworn enemies like the Ssi-Ruuvi? It was likely survivors were going to be put to the sword, surrender or no.

 

[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ South of Brus City Center Status: Finishing the battle
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: Disrupter Rifles, 10mm OSM-Comet Slugthrower Pistols, Fragmentation grenades, First Order Jetpacks, First Order White Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Omari Ngao Resurgent Narrative Matma Bernu 3X744 OPEN
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Lt. Vakim Duval and his men now began the process of mopping up. What had just proceeded was indeed an incredible display of First Order Military might. The First Order Knight Matma Bernu was with them and had surely saved the position. He had displayed incredible abilities plugging any holes in the line as the hordes of scale backs came on from both sides of the thin trench line his men had occupied. During these pivotal moments, the reinforcements arrived, from the air at least three other platoons of Stormtroopers helped create an alabaster wall. They would not yield and as they held the middle ground Vakim could hear the walkers and army men securing the pincer move. The Ssi-Ruu must have realized their positions because their counter attack broke on the wall and then turned into a route as their command chain disintegrated into chaos.

No mercy for scale backs. That was the order Duval had given to his men as they came out of their trench and counter attacked into the chaos. These beasts had drained the life forces out of sentient beings all across First Order space. Turning them into some kind of energy slaves before sucking the last of their life. These were not honorable enemies. These were beasts and beasts must be dealt with harshly if there is to be order. Now in units of three Duval's men became roaming hit squads on the battlefield. Executing and singling out Ssi-Ruu wherever they ran into them. The killing field was a glorious moment for the 12th 'Storm' Platoon once more on the offensive for the First Order. They would now carry out their orders with maximum efficiency.

After an hour of finishing off the Ssi-Ruu in their area they would begin the process of recovering their dead and wounded. While most fallen troopers were indeed only severely stunned due to the ionic nature of the weapons used by most Ssi-Ruu as the battle had disintegrated many of the scale backs had tossed their ion weapons aside and instead attacked with their claws and teeth. These deaths deeply effected the men of the Storm Platoon. Seeing their close comrades tore at, eaten, and disemboweled hardened these men against this enemy further. There would be no mercy for scale backs.

 

[Firenne Van-Derveld]

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Tag: Elisea Korrado | Nylea Apollodor | Resurgent Narrative
Muse Soundtrack: Metallica "The Ecstasy of Gold"​

It was only a short while later that the Engineers brought their findings to the Knight-Commander, who motioned for Firenne to join her as she took stock of the data provided. They both frowned and nearly tilted their heads at the same angle, which would have been comical had their expressions not been fraught with such concern.​

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Regardless of the method used, the initial rush of water would cause some damage to the dry, cracked beds and banks of the loch. There was no way to avoid it, but the Engineers had accounted for it in their report and were ready and waiting to provide their assistance to the people of Skye. First Order engineers and their Skye counterparts...as uneasy as things had begun, there was now a solution at hand and a new beginning in sight.​

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Breathing deeply, Firenne took up a position beside Knight-Commander Marionne Roule and slipped her senses completely into the Force. As the Knight-Commander wove together a net of energy to envelope the boulders and other debris causing the blockage, the Sentinel anchored them both and provided additional power and stability. Off to one side, and with everyone else at what had been deemed a safe distance, they began to pick apart the blockage piece by piece. Each boulder and rock, every fallen tree and piece of shattered technology that had been wrapped up in the blockage's creation was caught up and carefully separated from its neighbor.​

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The blockage began to rumble the more they shifted, and the more they pulled apart, the more water began to trickle through. Their aim was to create a divide, however crooked it needed to be, down the middle and open the blockage as if parting a massive set of doors. The combined team of engineers had provided every measurement needed, accounting for stress points and the natural decay of an imperfect damn holding pack the pressure for as long as it had.​

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Marionne had the lion's share of the work given her level of power and ability, but Firenne's instinct and dual-nature were as embedded in her being as the Force was. This time, she was glad of her sheltered upbringing and her mother's nigh draconian training regime. She held her ground, though she began to slowly shift to her Lupine form in the process. What should have been nearly instantaneous was painstakingly, agonizingly slow. Bones cracked, breaking apart and realigning, muscles and tendons tore and reattached; the Sentinel looked like a Sithspawn experiment gone wrong with parts of her Lupine and others still clinging to their humanity.​

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She fought to control her change as best she could, because completing it would mean a long enough break in concentration to have disastrous consequences to taking the blockage apart safely. The Knight-Commander and Firenne parted from their positions in the center of water's path, pulling the blockage apart as they moved and allowing the water to finally roar its way back through the loch. Panting heavily, Firenne watched as Marionne dropped the Force net and the blockage broke apart on either side. Some of the debris was swept up in violent rush of water, but nothing large enough to wreak the devastation they had feared.​

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The Knight-Commander let out a sigh of relief as Firenne simply collapsed on the other side, completing her shift and staggering out of the engineering crew's way. They carefully surveyed the boulders and debris, beginning the planning for clearing what remained of the debris and assessing possible ways of preventing it from happening again.​

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[Resurgent Narrative]

The City of Brus had been liberated from the Ssi-Ruuvi, six years after the initial onslaught and invasion. A once proud fortress city built by the First Order has withstood the brutality of war. In the Bannock Mountains, once Major Malcolm Fleming and the men and women within the 2nd Stormtrooper Division, and the surviving members of the First Imperial Army's 15th Division along with the civilians they had been charged to protect were found within the mountain's tunnels. Greeted by Lt. Colonel Caceres, and Major Vir Aetos the First Order worked with the Brus Imperials to evacuate the civilians. ​

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Their story resembled that of Moff Renata Westaway who managed four years in Avalonia's own tunnels beneath the surface. It proved that once more the Imperials within the First Order were a resilient lot. The city will require a lot of work to reconstruct but as the sun's rays broke through the clouds of dust, and as the smoke cleared. The old flag still flew, tattered as it may have been, but flew it did. Colors proudly displayed as humanitarian aid worked its way to those in need.​

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Meanwhile, in Trossachs, the Loch once more would be filled with water and life could return there once again. In no small part thanks to the efforts of the First Imperial Knights. Much like Brus, Trossachs would need time to recover but it could do so knowing full well that the Ssi-Ruu threat was no longer. The scalebacks had been vanquished, and as TIEs roared overhead the future for Skye looked much, much brighter. ​

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In the void, the system's security was at hand as the Concordia vanquished the last of her foes, and the old stations were reclaimed. ​

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As for the S'kytri their Elder Council had no room for morals after they were shown the evidence of their own crimes against the Outlander Clans. The Elder Council would be allowed to remain in place, provided they make room at the table for the Outlanders. The First Order would appoint a Brus Imperial to oversee that the Elder Council remained fair to all the clans. In return, the Elder Council agreed that Skye would once more join the First Order in the hopes of providing a better future for those who called the planet home.​

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