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Junction Hostile Takeover | Neshtab Crisis Part II | Empire vs GA (Neshtab/Quesaya)



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M A J O R J U L T A N Y W I N S P I R R
DULCET | OBJECTIVE ||
NESHTAB | DOREAU MOUNTAINS | MOUNT ISSUS | FORT NETUS

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Two and a half months. That’s the rough estimate Cordé could give for how long she’d been Major Jultany Winspirr, co-leader of The Collective and native of Neshtab. It could have been more by a week, or less by some days. But roughly, that’s how long she’d been wearing a disguise matrix. That’s how long she’d been an entirely different person, on an entirely different world and learning an entirely different culture.

Two and a half months, give or take, was how long she’d had a knot in her chest she couldn’t untangle while feigning personalities. Two and a half full months of ignoring her problems, and focusing her duty. It wasn’t the first time she’d used work to keep her emotions at bay. On and off her whole life, there had been times when the danger of feeling what she felt was too much to face. Some people got drunk, flirted with strangers, got in fist fights, or hit the gym until they collapsed. She’d done those things too, but with the SIA needing an operative who could share information with a discrete task force, and work alongside The Collective, work was a timely distraction that kept her busy and other people alive.

Two and a half months-ish was all it took for Cordé to realise that she would never volunteer to be the undercover infiltrator again if she could help it. It was a lonesome and confusing job, pretending to be someone you weren’t. Even in the best of mindframes, it took a toll to look entirely different, to sound foreign even to your own ears, to say things you didn’t believe in — But she’d done it for three reasons, and one employer.

One — For Task Force Null. She’d been coordinating sporadically, when she could, with Elena Lowe . Transmitting locations of pivotal water sources throughout the planet for the communications specialist to pass through to Chief Deputy Dominik Borra Dominik Borra .​
Two — Be a convincing enough leader for The Collective that they believed their true Jultany, or, Major Winspirr as she preferred to be called, had never been concealed away for safekeeping.​
Three — Distraction.​

Admittedly, two had been difficult in the final approaching weeks of the official transition, to keep Jultany to the plan. The true leader of The Collective was noble, loyal, and defiant. She’d resisted Cordé and other stationed operatives at almost every turn, demanding that their place was on Neshtab with their people.

In the end, they’d conceded to the switcheroo plan solely to take their story of rebellion and strength to The Senate of The Galactic Alliance so they might have more fuel to stand against The Empire. Self-preservation hadn’t been even the briefest of thoughts for the Major. Or at least, that’s what they said. Again, and again. It was always for the people, the culture, the proud history of struggle and triumph of Neshtab and Neshtab alone.

That had been, roughly, a month ago.

About the same time that her last outbound message to Elena Lowe had been transmitted with the designated locations of all the primary water sources on Neshtab.

Now, the caf was too acidic for her taste. Cordé would have added blue milk to it, but Jultany took her caf unadulterated and black. And Jultany always had caf in a crisis. And her eyes, or Jultany’s eyes, were puffy from lack of sleep and her uniform had the limp look of something worn too many days in a row. Since they’d reallocated to the mountains, the information streams were constantly monitored as data updated through cron-based cycles. At the station she hovered around, there was a pile of exhausted single-use displays, the detritus of a flood of sensitive reports from within the system. Imperials had been at the base for days, relentlessly now, and Alliance personnel were reinforcing those of The Collective — coordinating for a last stand of valour to protect the mountainside base, and by extension, the moon.

Collar Group is moving up to extraction point.

To make sure Jultany had heard the update, a rakish and brave-faced loyalist tilted their head at her. Communicating more with their silence than a single sentence.

In the past months, Cordé had come to know this look well enough to respond the way her façade would have: “Like hell.” Jultany sneered, a voice modulator adding extra depth to her accent. She gave a dismissive wave, sipped her caf, and leaned into the readings. This outpost is the last chance for Wanderer.”

In a motion, she coalesced the incoming data streams into a layer, and started the encryption process. Within minutes, the file would be rendered, packaged, and exported through a private channel on one of the single-use datapads that was explicitly SIA-issued for Task Force Null — sending a direct update of the hostilities relative to the previously shared locations.

“To the last breath then, Major?”

“Don’t get soft on me, kid.”
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F O E S | THE EMPIRE | OPEN | Crail Halcyon Crail Halcyon
F R I E N D S | GA | THE COLLECTIVE | TASK FORCE NULL | Ronval Rubat Ronval Rubat

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Objective: I - Hammer & Anvil
Location: Behind Imperial Lines - In Orbit over Archais
Tags: T The Hallowed | Mylo Thorne | Abeodan Charidot | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx | Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Ashkur Kilslee |
Engaging: No one... yet :grin:
  • (1) Legate-class Battlecruiser (Flagship - 5000m)
    • NIV Ave Imperator
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (2) Pellaeon IV-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 4000m)
    • NIV Sturm
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Niruaun
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) New Imperial I-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 4800m)
    • NIV Triumph
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Voracious
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Bastion IV
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) Valiant-class Star Destroyers (Battleline - 3000m)
    • NIV Avenger
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Primus

      • [*]Shields: 100%
        [*]Armor: 100%
        [*]Power: 100%
        [*]Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Iriad
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (4) Endurance-class Fleet Carriers (Auxilliary Support - 4,160m)
    • NIV Dauntless
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Bellicose
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Vaunted
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Serenno
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%

  • (4) Onager II-class Star Destroyer (Long Range Weapons Platform] - 5200m)
    • NIV Barrage
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Axiom
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Mallius
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Executor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%

  • (6) Tirailleur-class Artillery Frigates (Ranged Support - 3000m)
    • NIV Trident
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Tiberia
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV New Aldera
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Veroleem
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Maulor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Brutor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (8) Gurkha-class Corvettes (Ranged Support, Escort - 1384m)
    • NIV Hornet
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Baroque
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Raider
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lament
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Prakith
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Ouroboros
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Eros
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Wasp II
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (10) TXS ‘Vandal’-class Corvettes (Escort - 1,800m)
    • NIV Telos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jocasta
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lorath
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Pharos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Nebula
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jericho
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Moras
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Vornskyr
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Blood Crow
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Outrider
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%

Total/Deployed/Destroyed
Total Starfighter Squadrons - 84
  • TIE Outlanders: 32
  • TIE Drones: 29
  • TIE Bombers: 23
  • TIE Interceptors: 21
Attack Group Overview:
  • Fighter Group 1
    • 96/0/0 - TIE Drones
  • Fighter Group 2
    • 24/0/0 - TIE Interceptors
    • 64/0/0 - TIE Outlanders
    • 72/0/0 - TIE Drones (Newly Deployed)
  • Fighter Group 3
    • 48/0/0 - TIE Interceptors
    • 64/0/0 - TIE Outlanders
    • 80/0/0 - TIE Bombers
    • 120/0/0 - TIE Drones
Deployment Totals




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Quite a long time had passed since the Grand Moff had taken command of his fleet in a theater of battle. The last time he could recall was during the Chiss Rebellion, during which he had masterminded the three-pronged attack that caused an almost total-route of their naval forces; which thus allowed for the Imperial Fleet to systematically advance and surround worlds that dared hold out against the Empire’s authority. Hundreds of thousands of Chiss traitors died on that in the waning weeks of the campaign, with millions more being rounded up and imprisoned within the dozens of internment camps established throughout the region.

Despite the controversy surrounding his command over Ilum, the Chiss Campaign had cemented Korvan’s reputation, and was among his crowning achievements cementing his place as a Grand Admiral within the fleet. Even when considering Ilum, the Alliance would know him very well. His political rivals within the Empire had attempted to use the near-destruction of their prototype superweapon, the untimely demise of half a dozen Imperial vessels due to an engineering failure and misfire of the superweapon’s main armament, and the discharge of said main armament upon the planet itself; as a means to discredit and hopefully destroy the Grand Moff on his meteoric rise within the Empire.

But instead, Korvan remained standing whilst several of his rivals had descended into obscurity. As far as the Alliance was concerned, they knew well what happened on Ilum with first hand knowledge, whilst his rivals only had rumor and second hand reports to go off of. While the Empire had suffered not-insignificant losses due to friendly fire and due to the involvement of the Mandalorian Enclave’s naval forces, the Alliance suffered even more so. Dozens of ships had met their untimely end, and Ilum would forever be pockmarked with telltale signs of the Empire’s wroth - of the Grand Moff’s wroth.

Despite the Empire’s internal discord surrounding the disappearance of the Heir Apparent Lucien Dooku, Korvan had done much to shore up those who would otherwise have scattered and isolated themselves, and allowed the Empire to fracture. Some would say that the Empire was currently being held together with the collective resolve of both the Lord Regent DECEASED Erskine Barran DECEASED Erskine Barran and the Grand Moff himself. The normally fickle Moff Council was crucial to that end, and thus far it would seem that Ignacious and Erskine’s collective influence was enough to galvanize the Tarkinist administration and keep them united in the face of the increasingly vocal Pellaeonist elements both within and without.

But that could only last for so long. They needed a military victory to keep their rivals at bay, long enough at least while they navigated the political minefield that still lay ahead of them.

Neshtab would serve that purpose nicely.

The Grand Moff stared at the holo-projector displaying the live feed from the 400th Bal Talmshaa Fleet, which served as the vanguard for the Imperial Assault. The newly minted Moff Charidot had, at one point, been a tenuous rival to the Grand Moff in an unspoken rivalry that had threatened to boil over. But in the waning months, it would seem that political necessity would render them both tentative (if not reluctant) allies.

Charidot had commended himself well during the Chiss Campaign - so much so that it largely had contributed to his ascension to the role of Moff upon the death of his father. Perhaps together, they could see a successful conquest over this border world and reinforce their dominance over the Alliance once again.

While the 400th Bal Talmshaa was a formidable battle group in its own right, the Grand Moff held the majority of his personal force in reserve - ready and waiting to deploy once battle had been properly joined. The central command center within the bridge was abuzz with activity as the fleet prepared to launch upon the Grand Moff’s order.

In the midst of the droning reports and commands exchanging back and forth, the Grand Moff’s attention would divert to another matter entirely - one that would help elevate this maneuver from a simple conquest, and into a larger message sent to their rivals.

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Objective: II - Blackout
Tags: DT-1159 DT-1159 | Open to others who wanna join my super special force :grin:

A holo-image of the Grand Moff would appear upon the hand-held devices of a small strike force barrelling toward the mountain redoubt of Fort Netus. While the 908th along with their native counterparts were busy laying siege to the edifice’s significant defenses, the Grand Moff would surreptitiously deploy a strike team of his own to preemptively cut off the head from the writhing snake that was Neshtab’s ruling council; and the Pariah Legion that attempted to lead it along its unknown agendas.

A strike team of Death Mask operatives would accompany another figure - the one and only Varos Ignacious Korvan Varos Ignacious Korvan who stood firm within the shuttle; his hand holding a passenger strap above as the shuttle rocked to and fro. The Grand Moff’s voice would bleed through the comm speakers in short order. <“Your mission is simple - locate the rulers of Neshtab’s ruling council, and either bring them in unharmed - or ensure they do not leave that mountain alive. Officially, this operation ‘does not exist’, and you shall proceed accordingly. Lord Varos shall run interference from any of our forces you may encounter. Proceed with caution, for I'm sure the Alliance will not allow us to infiltrate this stronghold without intervention.”> The Grand Moff’s cold eyes would harden slightly before nodding. <“I have every confidence you will not fail me.”>

Then, as soon as the transmission started, the holo-feed would cut off.

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Objective: II - Blackout
Location: Neshtab - Mount Netus
Tags: DT-1159 DT-1159 | Amani Serys Amani Serys




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<“I have every confidence you will not fail me...”>

‘He’s always had a flair for the dramatic...’ Varos thought to himself after his father’s message was cut off. The Inquisitor glanced over to the unit of Death Mask troopers who accompanied him within the shuttle. His father had not told him much about their abilities, but the manner in which they carried themselves left little to the imagination.

These soldiers were killers, plain and simple.

From what Varos understood, normally these ‘killers’ would be accompanying his lord father to protect him after a failed assassination attempt had accelerated their implementation. But today, they would accompany him - but whether or not they were guardians or minders would remain to be seen.

Varos would endeavor to capture as many of these leaders as possible, if for no other reason than to interrogate them within the safety of an Imperial installation, or perhaps to even turn them to the Imperial cause. But his father’s lackeys on the other hand; he wasn’t so sure they would be equally as motivated to keep these leaders alive.

He would need to be mindful, and for more reasons than one.

He felt something through the force - a series of presences that gave him an uneasy feeling. While he couldn’t know for certain, he had a feeling there would be more than mere soldiers facing them within the mountain. His thoughts drifted to the blacksite wherein he interrogated Nida Perl Nida Perl , and where he faced off against the likes of Silas Westgard Silas Westgard . His fingers flexed instinctively at the thought of facing them, or others of their order again. He did not want to fail in his mission, and he doubly so didn’t simply want his father’s assassins to execute these leaders who did little more than rule over a people that didn’t want to be subjugated.

But he would do what he had to.

He steeled his resolve as the door of the transport opened and it began a low approach to an access designated as their insertion point. With the nimble grace one might expect of a Knight Inquisitor, he launched himself out of the door, and called upon the force to slow his descent upon the snowy surface.

The troopers accompanying him would jump after him, but would use more technological means to break their fall instead.

As the party’s feet touched the ground, Varos wasted little time as he spied a heavily obscured and disguised door leading into the base.

“Follow me.”

Without delay, he rushed through the snow and up to the isolated “sally port” of the mountain stronghold, activating his icey-white blade and thrusting it deep into the door. Sparks would fly as energy ripped through the reinforced durasteel, but eventually the latching mechanism would give way and cause the door to release with a violent ‘HISSSS’.

A trio of guards would rapidly shift to the door, but their reactions would be halted by an unseen force that gripped them bodily, then violently pulled them out from within the safety of the base’s corridors. They would fly out as if sucked through by the vacuum of space, only to fall off the cliffside below.

Varos would turn to the troopers, and add: “I’ll lead. Watch my back.”

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R A V E N
THE EMPIRE
CAVES | NESHTAB
ALLIES: Michael Barran Michael Barran | FN-999 | Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra | TE
ENEMIES: Ironhide Ironhide | Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau | Starlin Rand Starlin Rand | Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Aiden Rennek Aiden Rennek
GEAR: Armour | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout
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ATRIUM

Back into war.

It had been a while. Not since Ilum had she seen proper military combat. Acherin had been an op for her new unit alongside Knight Varos Ignacious Korvan Varos Ignacious Korvan and his bewitching gaze, but it had not been a full scale military engagement. Now, the entire 501st was deployed to ensure "peaceful" occupation - her first one with her new unit.

"Right, you lot. We're on pest control duty with the rest of the 6th. Some of the vermin had scurried into the tunnels so it's up to us to clear it, freezing our asses off and all. Stay awake. The Alliance is all over the place - shoot first and ask questions later, yeah?" Sgt. Gerard Hales, affectionately known as Baby Blue due to his striking eyes, briefed them before they rolled out.
"Yes, Sir!" they all chorused before moving out along with the rest of the company tasked with clearing out the caves alongside other legions like the 908th.

As Mischa moved with her squad into the tunnels, it kept ringing in her mind that they could encounter Alliance soldiers. After Caamas, she didn't know how she felt about engaging the Alliance at all. But she knew that if she hesitated at all today, she would face a firing squad for sure. She would have to suck it up and hope that it wouldn't bite her in the ass later.

Just focus on bringing the Collective to heel.

Don't think about the GADF....

 



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THE DAUGHTER OF DUTY
NESHTAB | OLD-TOWN DISTRICT | DRASTARRA
LEADER OF THE COMPANIONS | BEARER OF THE RING OF JUDGEMENT

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The Force worked in mysterious ways for those who took no time, nor care, to listen to and understand its cipher. For those that cared to lean into the whims of that which connected all life, the mystery was solvable. All you had to do was lean into the clues.

Clues that came sometimes as brushes against one’s mind, overlaps in presence and timeline, that the naive would consider coincidence. Familiar feelings weren’t just happenstance, there was purpose to intersections.

Ishida hadn’t been drawn to Neshtab because of a mysterious beckon, however. The inviting taunts and lures had only begun once she’d arrived in the city of Drastarra. She’d ignored it while working with her Companions on an effective distribution plan, identifying chokehold points and places where they could reinforce the resistance effectively.

And then the murmurs became so frequent and intrusive, and personal, that she could no longer ignore them.

~=I can feel your presence out there, Jedi.... Meet me in the abandoned suburbs, an' let us dance in the heart of the Crucible.=~

That’s why she stood solo, a lone form in white, against the whirling winds of the frozen tundra. Cold and still, her sharp eyes tracked the movements of a warrior striking through the air as though an artist to a canvas. Winter’s sharp, icy breath whipped up snow into a frenzy around the figure. Silver glinted amidst falling white, arcing and slicing in defiance against…what?

Whether she liked it or not, Ishida was drawn to discover.

Like her, he was isolated. Far beyond, nigh abandoned by him, ghostly forms of tanks and artillery pieces loomed, their metal sides encrusted with ice. Her Companions would be on them in a matter of minutes, disabling their usefulness through whatever means necessary.

Silent as the snow, the Atrisian Knight marched forward to the lure of movement, toward Barran, outfitted with her brother’s katana, Ashla's Arbiter and her sabre. Her hand immediately fell on neither — her silent observation was merely to assess how mad this individual was, and how, or why, the intersections insisted so on this overlap.

The potential Shatterpoint that had previously been imperceivable grew in likelihood, starting to illuminate fissures through the spaces of snowflakes, and the connections between her footsteps and Barran’s footwork.

Still quiet, she frowned deeply. A frown now visible to her opponent. She announced herself with no fanfare, but with a swift motion, her katana was withdrawn and intercepting one of the abstract strikes of his — holding it from continuing. Steadfast, she held the blade and glared through the icy air between them.

"How did you know I was here."



ALLIES | GA | NJO | THE COMPANIONS| [PROXIMITY TAGS] Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | Ironhide Ironhide | Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau | Starlin Rand Starlin Rand
FOES | THE EMPIRE | Michael Barran Michael Barran [IMMEDIATE/ENGAGING] | [PROXIMITY TAGS] FN-999 | Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra | Aiden Rennek Aiden Rennek


 

Orson Velus

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Tags: Varen Ardos | Garris Corrack

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Orson stood just outside of the cavern systems, snow falling around him as he took a final few moments to try and compose himself. Why was he even here? Would he even be able to help? All these questions had been a plague on his mind ever since he had first stepped out onto the planet of Neshtab.

Despite his confusion, momentary regret and all other feelings that were washing over him, he had actually volunteered to come and help, so he would try to. He hadn't yet built his lightsaber, so instead he'd bought a Vibroblade, and a pistol. As he finally stepped into the caverns, he took deep breathes, steadying his nerves. If he was going to be any use down here, then he'd need to have a clear head at the bare minimum.

While the sounds of battle erupted around him, Orson's root through the tunnels allowed him to travel uninterrupted and, suprinsgly, somewhat peacefully. This was, unfortauntely, a short lived peace as he found more and more bodies littering the tunnels, many seeming to have died from similar lightsaber wounds on their chests. The first body briefly caused him to come a halt, his breathe catching in his throat, looking down at it with widened eyes. It was his first time actually seeing and experiencing death, and it was a real shock to his system. It very quickly made him realise the stakes of being down here.

But there was no time for him to stand around shocked, so he forced his eyes away, continuing down the tunnels. It wasn't long until he began to see the white glow emanating from the Inquisitors' saber. His left hand tightened around the Vibroblades handle, as he took in the sight of the Inquisitor, who was now fully in the Padawan's line of sight. Every muscle in his body screamed to turn and run, but instead, he moved his right hand to rest near the pistol on his belt, flicking the safety off, just incase and made his way forwards towards the Inquisitor.

 
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
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OBJECTIVE 3: WIPE THEM OUT. ALL OF THEM.
“Stand up for what is right even if you're standing alone.”
― Suzy Kassem,


Choice

Interesting word, really. So many different contexts it could be used in with so many different textures, and all pretty much with the same meaning.

One choice or another.

Do you assist a local group of warriors with an outright assault, or do you reinforce their position from augmented reversal attack?

Choice.

Do you allow a “Knight Commander” bait you into a battle and give him what he might want in order to gain the favor of said warriors, or do you allow further lies to be told. Allow further untruths to be upheld.

Choice.

Do you, upon completion of the mission, stay and assist the locals with rebuilding what might be destroyed, or allow them their dignity and return to report your findings to the Council.

Again… Ch… well… You get the idea…

He had barely landed in the main bay of “The Guardano” when the emergency call went out. Closing his eyes and cursing his bad choice, Caltin Vanagor continued to step off of the Jedi Defender. Only he did not waste time talking to anyone. The crew could take care of their ship as he was heading for his own. “The Spectre”. As the big man made his way to his own ship, he was met by someone surprising.
Admiral Liram Angellus Liram Angellus himself.

I’ll fly you in.

Not far behind were some good friends. Aien Mueller and Omega Squad.

We’ll keep you covered.

This is gonna be fun.


Not one of you have to do this.

With respect, Master Jedi. Shut up and let us have fun helping you.

As a smirk crawled across his lips, he wondered.

You coming in too?

We’ll be somewhere around there. We have stuff to do, but if we can help… we will.

I got you.


Not much more had to be said as they all climbed into the Light Freighter and took off. Admiral Angellus and Jeremiel of Omega Squad were at the controls as Samael was at the main gun and Sauriel on the dorsal, Bartleby was running a systems check on Caltin’s gear and Gabriel was doing his own thing. The others? They were waiting for Caltin’s exit. They were going to go on an attack run unloading their cannon fire on picked targets, but as a diversion (as always).

A the loading ramp opened, the rest of the team were shooting at anyone “non-GA” or “non-local”, Bartleby went about the gear.

I hooked you up to SERAPHIM. He can keep an eye on your health and a few things, but not much else. He can also call us if you can’t! The button on your right overloads those things… I know you can use lightning… it’s a “one time shot.”

Gabriel then handed him two grenades,

I don’t need these.

You’re in a warzone. If you need to back out… use’em. They’ll do their job,

Caltin went to thank him, but the EOD just winked. With that, there was nothing more to do for Caltin but jump out.

He was now in the fight.

It was his choice.

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HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island
 

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<"Warlock-Actual, this is Ishmael-One. Strike Team Fel is cleared to engage.">

"Solid copy, Ishmael-One," Corvallis replied. Craning up and over his shoulder, the Knight's eyes would peek over the precipice of the low ravine Strike Team Fel was laying low in. Nothing distinct stood out within the short glance he stole before ducking back down. Yet, though the Force itself Corvallis could feel them hiding in alcoves, behind stones, within the jagged bars of stalagmites and stalactites.

Within the comms of every member of the Strike Team, ORCALE's robotic voice would echo the clearance Corvallis alone had received from Ishmael-One; <Authorization for indiscriminate dispensing of terminal verdict granted to strike team zero-one-three-eight 'Fel'.>

Corvallis glowered at the designation of Terminal Verdict, his stomach twisting ever-so-slightly. The Triumvirate's justice knew little prejudice, combatant or otherwise. Emanating a begrudging exhale, the Knight slipped his helmet over his head and accepted the way of things with forced indifference. Atmo-locks seethed at the behest of a slight twist of his helmet, sealing his personal atmosphere along with his fate and grievances.

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Eyes up," he alerted the strike team with a silent shout and wide gesture. "They're waiting for us."

Another glance was shot over the edge of the shallow ravine, his red visor scrutinizing the stony passage ahead. Several accompanying visors mirrored him to either side. Sensors detected discrepancies, though the hud struggled to pinpoint any targets directly. Signal was weak down here, and the unrelenting subterranean void that engulfed vision beyond several meters wasn't doing it any favors.

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Can't see shit down here. Sensors are scrambled to hell," a trooper remarked in a whisper.

"We'll see 'em when they start shootin' if nothin' else," appended another.

Corvallis held up a hand, signaling for silence and patience. He waited, surveilling the flow of the Force; cause and effect, intentions, and the future all in one. Moment after moment was discarded from consideration as the correct moment to strike. A small disturbance beckoned action, a lapse in odds and causality. At its call, Corvallis stood abruptly, his pale blade exploding from its hilt and thrusting forward to indicate the direction of their coming charge.

"Forward, forward, forward!" he shouted, leaping the small ledge and revealing their position to unseen defenders.

Two knights followed, their blades igniting shortly after. Projectiles began to light up the cavern, careening toward the strike team from defensive positions. The bulk of them was swatted away by a trio of dancing lightsabers, providing active cover for the troopers to push and return fire. Ashen and crimson lights strobed across the indifferent cavern walls, Imperials returning fire and adding their contribution to the dazzling light show of war.

Heralded by a flash, the distinct hissing of an infantry missile shrilled through the air. Impending doom seized Corvallis' precognition and guided him to utilize his telepathic volition in riposte. An armored hand reached forward and mimicked a grasping inclination as the Force bent around the projectile at his behest. He spun with it, whirling his body in unison with the projectile now curving around him. At the apex of his rotation, he released his force of will, sending the mini-wardhead crashing into the stone above a defensive position, causing stones and stagmites to rain upon them, muffling the cries of terror beneath boulder and sediment.

No time was allotted to marvel at his own feat, as the threat of incoming fire drew his attention and saber along with it.

Focused fire overwhelmed the knight to Corvallis' left, several shots punching and scorching his armor. A final shot cracked the dome of the knight's helmet, sending the man crumpling into the ground like a bag of gravel. ORACLE sounded into the strike team's collective ears; <Warlock-Two vitals: KIA. Asset irrecoverable.>

"Damn it!" Corvallis shouted, pivoting slightly to compensate for an increased frequency of blaster fire.

"Focus those DC-15's at our ten. Return fire, return fire!"

 
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The Empire was overstepping their boundaries.

As if there wasn't enough trouble about already. Even Neshtab's otherwise peaceful incorporation into the Alliance was to be challenged. Rather than lose the territory, the Imperials would simply try to annex it outright. And through it all, they had the audacity to proclaim it a 'peacekeeping' function. For all the empty diplomatic euphemisms, everyone knew what that really meant. The least they could do was admit it.

Amani would have rather been sent to the tunnels, to protect the civilians who were now unwillingly caught in the crossfire. But she was ultimately assigned to Fort Netus; Her medical prowess far too useful in the event of a VIP casualty. All the while, the Chief Healer could only think about how trapped she felt. Backed into a corner, sitting and waiting for the Imperials to try and break their way through. And with so many loyalist leaders confined within, the Empire's success would spell near-certain doom.

'Fish in a barrel', seemed the most apt descriptor.

At least the SIA weren't content to just leave it at that. All Amani could do was play her part, while they played theirs. In all too short a time, her hackles raised, and her danger senses flared. "Stay here," Amani muttered to a nearby loyalist, twisting around to pursue the source her preternatural senses guided her towards. Further down. If there was already a leak, then the hole needed to be plugged. The haft of her saber pike extending to its full length in her grip. The blade remained ungifted, as she closed the distance.
 

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Equipment: Armor | Rifle | Sidearm | Melee Weapon | Bio
Location: Neshtab - Mount Netus
ALLIES: Varos Ignacious Korvan Varos Ignacious Korvan
POTENTIAL FOES: Amani Serys Amani Serys | Ronval Rubat Ronval Rubat | Cordé Sabo Cordé Sabo | Obj 2 Open!

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The Death Trooper listened intently to every word, until the holo-feed would leave them blanketed in the semi-darkness of the transport once more. The visor tilted back to the entrance, as he waited for deployment.

It was disgusting. The foe today was something that fed off of dead remnants, clinging on to the hopes of ideals proven to be ineffective - given way to a stronger, unified power. A parasite. What hope could such a thing possibly have in the face of a better future? To the Trooper, it was little to none. It was a shame they had more use alive; as much as he would prefer crushing Sith-Imperial remnants, they were given the option to bring them in alive. And to optimally perform, you always at least should attempt to take them alive - never know what information you could squeeze out of a rat. Should they cause too much trouble, however, he could make no promises.

He was present in the shuttle, towards the head of the company of the 110th. The presence of Varos Ignacious Korvan Varos Ignacious Korvan was another mild surprise to him. He would have served under both offspring of the Korvan family tree at least once now, after this mission concluded to what he would ensure was an inevitable victory. In earnest, 59 felt honored to have been entrusted to the care of both, and currently to the command of the Inquisitor. It was curious how he was force sensitive while the father was not, though - unfortunately, there was no time to ponder for the moment. An Inquisitor on their side would certainly be of aid if they encountered a particularly bold Jedi - though, that was not to say their training hadn’t prepared them for such an event.

It was then the doors to the transport were open. This was not to the ground, but to the sky. They didn’t exactly look the part of Paratroopers, but they were trained for it regardless. Along with an amount of scenarios that all blurred together to the point it’d give him a headache trying to recall them all. It just came to him when he needed it, as it did the moment he was among the first to step out of the transport

For a moment, the troopers were in free-fall. Completely at the mercy of gravity, and the impending ground beneath them. With but a simple shift of weight, they turned upwards moments before impact was imminent, and activated grav-chutes. It was of an elegance slightly different from the nimble grace of the inquisitor - instead, it was efficient and calculated movement, honed over multitudes of training scenarios. Much like the Knight Inquisitor that led them, they immediately set off towards their target without a sound. Swiftly and discretely they performed; keeping up with the one at the head with relative ease.

More than likely, their approach would be noticed only when it was too late.

Intended to be among the Empire’s Finest, the newest squadron to make a mark in the name of their charge, they were finally ready to be given the opportunity to fight tooth and nail to achieve a rightful victory. They would have to earn the title first - for this would be their first major operation, their maiden voyage, since leaving the gauntlet of training regimes, surgeries, and genetic modifications. If they fell here, 59 believed they would be no different from their foe; parasites. He did not intend to allow that to happen.

They fanned out to the sides with another mere gesture from 59, with Varos leading the way. As he cut through the door with his blade, the Death Mask operatives would stack up along both sides of the door, with himself at the forefront. A hand raised to give pause; when the door fell, and the guards were ripped out from behind it, 59 would peer to the Knight Inquisitor who looked back to them with an unfazed hidden visage.

“I’ll lead. Watch my back.”
“Copy.” Came the curt encrypted reply. Silent hand signals were made to the rest of the squad as steps began to make their way in behind the other; <mind for target, shoot on sight, lethal if trouble>. This succession of orders was done so fast that those unrehearsed in the communication would’ve thought he was merely flailing a hand for no reason. 59 did not feel the need to repeat it vocally; they all knew their objective, they all knew how to do it. Now was the time to put all their training to the test.

 
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THE EMPIRE
CAVES | NESHTAB
ALLIES: Michael Barran Michael Barran | FN-999 | Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra | Corvallis Tavlar Corvallis Tavlar | TE
ENEMIES: Ironhide Ironhide | Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau | Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | Starlin Rand Starlin Rand | GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard

GEAR: Armour | Sniper rifle | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout
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So much for "one last op".

Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken had misjudged it once again. Well, either that or her own hate had gotten in the way. Either way, they still found themselves on Neshtab and hot on the trail of the Pariahas deep into the ground of the frozen planet.

"So much for that 'living off the land' dream of yours, ey? It's definitely starting to look like retirement is not in the cards for either one of us." she quipped as they moved through the tunnels, their quarry not too far ahead.
He was silent behind his helmet for a heartbeat.
"If you had just pulled the trigger on our target instead of nursing that hatred you have for that damn Jedi, we wouldn't be here right now." he finally told her, that moment of silence not taking the clip out of his voice at all.
"Says the one that hates Forcies just as much. Adapt or die, Sarge. That's your choice. You can always go wait by the ship and I'll handle this if you're too pissy to do the job." she deadpanned before picking up the pace.

She could feel the scowl behind his visor, but he remained on point as he always did. Come hell or high water, they'd always have one another's back - it's what soldiers did, especially when war is all you have left.

Despite all that, he wasn't wrong though. Her feud with one particular Jedi had taken over both her waking and sleeping moments. Her judgment clouded over whenever this particular kid appeared on the scene - ever since that Tion op on New Alderaan. If it hadn't been for the boy's interference here on Neshtab, their target would be dead with a hole in his head and they would be well on their way back to Yavin IV.

They moved in silence for a while, the only sound the moisture dripping from the cave walls and the silent crunch of their boots on the frozen ground. But eventually he broke the silence.
"Will you be able to pull the trigger this time when we get him?" he asked her as he checked around a bend in the tunnel.
"You know I will. Just keep the damn Jedi off my back this time." she told him.
"Deal."

That pain in her ass had taken off with the rest of the Jedi that were protecting the Collective before she could finish him off. It was almost certain that the kid would surface again sooner or later, and this time, things would come to a point either way.

She'd make sure of it after taking out that target.

 
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THE NESTAB CRISIS II: HOSTILE TAKEOVER
-AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY-

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WARDEN OF THE IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
DRUID-GRANDMASTER OF THE HIGHLAND BROTHERHOOD
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Tags (OPFOR): Ironhide Ironhide Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor
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BORN OF BRIGHT STARS VI: DANCING WITH ETERNITY - PART 2
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BATTLEFRONT: EAST, NESHTAB (SPRING 878 ABY)

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Even the pain seems trivial here.

A beauty in the calmness of the world itself.
And despite the booms and explosions in the distance, Lord Michael was utterly infatuated with it.

Trapped in it's embrace.

As if that pleasing calm this world hides away is the healer.
Like the stillness itself is washing all the aches an' strains away.
But with his Songsteel wonder firmly in his grasp, and with the tassle-rope wrapped around his wrist with a firmly-gripping bond, Barran would remain under the impression there was nothing to worry about; the threat was known to be in the city's vicinity, though as for whether the Druid remembered was another concern entirely, as none were wise to dream whilst the greatest of challenges neared with every poised, baited step. The snow hid much, though much more than Lord Michael was able to consider at the time, and though he should have been far less comfortable under the circumstances, the Wanderer's ability to adapt to situations as they developed was still a thing of wonder to behold, though this was no mere situation to overcome.

But it did mean that his awestruck haze would come to an abrupt end, and all too soon for Barran's liking.
However, such was the way of the Galactic hero, and such was the way of Michael Barran and Ishida Ashina, and with equally (though rivalling) powerful driving motivations; it was never easy for the greats to step out and fight against the odds, especially in knowing they would do so every time, but the immediate reaction and according stands to face each threat were telling enough of the sort of duellists who would be clashing that night. For none ever wanted to risk going above and beyond until it dawned on them as the right thing to do, setting to the impossible with nought but fear and disapproval to the end, but for the two converging powers - this was never a factor in their mutual urge to achieve the impossible.

Barran was still shadow-striking at the time though, trapped in the wonder of the world around him, and at a time when it was most dangerous for the Wanderer to be trapped in such a haze, and especially with the approaching threat having already utilised stealth to retain the element of surprise. An interesting development, and for as long as the Druid remained oblivious to the other bootprints in the snow, and completely unaware of the fact a supremely-powerful presence was approaching closer behind with otherworldly hunter's instinct, a perilous precipice so particular it seemed that only Barran's ilk could ever mindlessly stray towards it's edge. A horror scenario for most, and perhaps even for the Woad himself, for none could truly prepare for threats such as those wielded by certain Atrisian Jedi knights, and certainly not as far as Ashina was considered.

Though in Lord Michael's recurring knack for laughing in the face of convention, the lack of preparation often worked in favour of his ability to adapt to his opponents' fighting styles, and in finding amplification in mild-familiarity with Atrisian sword-fighting techniques already, there was every chance the wild-hearted Imperial would at least make the fight interesting for his Jedi opponent as the clash progressed. Though there would be much in other matters to adapt to in the fight's duration, matters of which that would serve as punishment for pushing himself too far on Concordia, such that the Druid would find himself explaining before long.

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaang!!!!

And before Lord Michael could finish slashing his intended, inanimate target, his opponent's Katana had deftly intercepted his Cavalry-Sabre in it's targeted vault towards the last intended snowdrop.

'How did you know I was here?'

The ringing in his ears had been a discomfort to ear-drums and eyeballs alike, but despite the searing pain it lent to his migraine momentarily, there were no consequent confusions as to how much the surprise had awoken the Wanderer within; and as the Woad's eyes met with those of his Atrisian opponent, something else awakened surging from within, the light of revelation itself. Completely unaware the Katana that blocked the Cavalry-Sabre's path was the very same blade that near-lethally kissed his brother's throat, the realisation he knew the face would take obvious precedence as Barran quietly responded,'Esoteric practitioners of my sort, rare though we are in the Empire - we learn such methods through the pain.... Pain of the likes I recover from now, though fight I most-certainly will - on Neshtab of all places.', holding in the balance of power as the most vicious segments of both blades pressed up against each other.
'But enough o' that, I recognise your face, your hair somehow.... Wait a minute, you were there the day Willan Tal declared victory on Galidraan I.... You were there for the parade - small Galaxy, so it is.'
Yielding the pressure to Ishida in his backpedalling escape, a sly, diverting shunt from blade to blade opened the way further to stop any countering momentum from advancing in response, and Michael needed that space and time alike to set proper poise for the real fight ahead. After all, it took more than the average warrior to get the jump on the Woad in such a fashion, and the Atrisian had just done so effortlessly, Barran's fault for muddying his mind with telepathic exertions and painkiller-stims, but also completely unavoidable for the sheer weight of proficiency that he was matched up against. After all, this was no mere Jedi Knight, this was one of the greatest living Masters of the Light; choosing a scabbard-drawn sword, and in keeping to the alignment in conflict with the choices of the former Imperial Knight-Commander, had also chosen the traditional blade subconsciously.

Whatever was on the verge of transpiring over the course of the duel, it would become quite obvious how much both elements needed this fight, obscure though it always had been before that night; and whether the end result was to live or to die, or to live to fight each other again someday, it mattered little and less to the opposing swords by then, for everything that a duellist would wish to learn from a fight would be learned long before the sun rose again the next day. Still ignorant of the fact everything about their encounter would prove revelatory, starting from it's dark, snowy commencement to end on a bright, eye-shielding conclusion, neither Barran nor Ashina could possibly know that if either or both were somehow able to remain standing by the morning, then all the rewards of knowledge and wisdom would be stored where it mattered forevermore.
'You were observing the parade with Lady Aiko, the CEO of Hayata Corp. Watching my father lead the procession.... Its a damn shame I never got to learn who accompanied Hayata that day, though perhaps you could kindly put me out of my misery? I'm sorry but you're much too familiar now, otherwise I would've just given you a nickname and gotten on with it.'

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'Well, well, well.... It would appear Battlefront: West gets the action first.'

McBain's hand-picked contingent of Brotherhood troops were all watching the horizons around them, consisting chiefly of Highland-born operators, though there was a noticeable amount of Novanian-born Arkanians among them, all standing as the most effective oath-sworn warriors from Firedance Battalion. To make matters easier was the fact that both the Goidels and the Novanian infantry elements bore noticeable contrasts in more than just their offensive methodologies, yet despite the differences, the Arkanians' improvements were noteworthy enough to complement the tactics of their respective counterparts, proving inadvertently that their Priest-King had been paying close attention to the Druid's advices after all.

'Yeah, its meant to be the Ice-Caves, or at least as far as the intel goes.... Clips from the Sabretooths' briefing helped. Still though, we've got intel of our own to pass along.'

Briefly turning his eyes away from his scope, the gruff-voiced Captain queried,'Reservoirs, is it?', receiving an emphatic nod in reply to the curiosity. Then after returning his gaze to the western horizon, the Gallowglass pondered,'Fair enough, Varim. Though with that being ascertained, are yer countrymen making any plans for that, or....?', waiting for an answer in the inability to turn around and catch the Novanian's gaze, though the Highlander would soon be relieved to find he wouldn't be kept waiting for long. The handpicking of three hundred of the Brotherhoods best subordinate operators, difficult though it would have been for the Goidelic nobles of Serenno, (with Barran including Thrast, Sinclair, Scott and even the Priest-King himself in the selection process) had proven a safe and easy choice as far as Varim Ahan-Kaskim was concerned, and would for as long as fate allowed him to live.

'Plans were already made - to avoid the waterways as if they were carriers of the damned Gulag plague! And besides, we have bigger fish to fry up here, wouldn't you say?'

Then after barely even a moment of silence between them, a deep-thudding explosion reverberating in the distance illustrated the Novanian's point, causing both officers manning the bell-tower to chuckle for a while before the Highlander finally responded,'Fair play, Varim. You'll get nae arguments f'me on the matter anyway.... Though I'm starting to believe three-hundred isn't enough to make a big difference here, but with that bein' said - its not like we're expected to achieve all that much out here either. "Surprise element from observational starting-points", an' all that textbook caper, but still-', trailing off in satisfaction that his confession had been explained enough to be understood. Randall wasn't the only one who felt the creeping threat from the west by then, as it seemed all too present in the weeks leading to the main engagement on that night of nights, especially when the GADF bombs began to rain an unforgettable fire from above.

'I understand.... Ahan-Miyadar is lucky to be alive, as we all are. But still, I doubt I will ever look at civilian bunkers with disdain after that, miracles are these and I will not take them for granted. Not now, and whilst I continue to linger on that matter - neither will our resident amputee.'

It was difficult enough to deal with the last GADF-directed barrages before the storm, even worse that their corner of the Old Town was to be held aggressively, but quietly and without compromising their cover in the effort, turning the stomachs of Serenno's chosen as they were constantly reminded not to move and bury the corpses of the comrades who had fallen in the days before their arrival. All they could do was mark the walls and fences the dead were heaped up against, working with curses underbreath for the seemingly-pointless cautions of booby-trapped Sabretooths and passive necrotic-diseases, as their honour as Goidels and Novanians alike were struggling with the voices of reason within, begging every last one of them to do the right thing - and to each a man wishing to grant at least a little peace for those who had given their lives in the attempt to turn the tide.

'The Undercity's a no-go, the Ice Caves are likely a no-go as well, same for the Maurus Spaceport an' the Burus-Western paddocks alike. So in other words - its not looking very hopeful out here, br'er.... Starting to get Carlac flashbacks, an' thats never a gidd sign.'

Receiving chuckles that seemed to sound like an air of disdain was ringing beneath the surface, Randall shook his head in mild dismay, clueless as to how determined Varim really was until the Novanian eventually responded,'Yeah, if you don't mind - I think I'll be the judge on matters of hope now. No offence.... So stifle your skittishness, we both know it goes against your reputation. After all, great warriors never succumb to matters beyond their control.', leaving it at that as he reached into his coat-pocket for a cigarra-pack, letting the matter stew a little more in the Highlander's mind as he lit two and passed one to McBain. An indicator of resolve, but also an indicator of how far the Arkanian was willing to go to keep his favoured human alive, the severe lengths he was willing to leap in order to keep his good friend in the fight, though both knew the fight could go either way in the following hours.

'And our Gallowglass is no exception to this.'

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It would seem that the 400th Bal Talmshaa was going to be sandwiched between both Alliance Naval Elements and their new ally. Although this new allied fleet were using quite strange technology that was more difficult to counter than traditional weaponry such as turbolasers. The tactical display on the bridge was being closely monitored by the senior officers on board with the Moff himself looking very closely. Weary looking eyes darted from one section of the map to another in quite a desperate attempt to figure out a strategy to gain control over the orbit of Neshtab and provide adequate support for the troops on the ground. There was only one option available to him at this moment in time. Splitting up his quite large fleet into smaller formations to better be able to adapt to alliance naval doctrine as the battle progressed.

"Issue a priority alert to all fleet commanders and captains within the 400th Bal Talmshaa. Full Operational Authority separate from command is now granted to the following vessels, the NIV Impulse and the NIV Paramount in charge of the 2nd Attack Group and the Core Support Group respectfully." Charidot's voice rang out amongst the bridge as his orders were swiftly followed by the communication's officers who issued the message from one ship to another. The NIV Impulse would be in charge of the 2nd Attack Group which would allow it to handle the enemy forces attempting to flank them and the NIV Paramount would take charge of the Core Support Group which would support both attack groups but maintain a separate branch of command to ease the burden of the senior officers on board the flagship.

"Moff Charidot, we are fully engaged with the alliance naval elements." The voice of Vice Admiral Gurn would draw his attention. "Confirmed, Vice Admiral. Move the 1st Attack Group forward and intensify our forward fire power on the nearest alliance naval vessel." Charidot replied as the 1st Attack Group moved away from the rest of the Imperial Formation and begin to engage. Heavy turbolaser fire rang out as the Legacy of Bodvarr and his Pellaeon III escorts would begin their attack.

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"This is Vice Admiral Du'Bois of the NIV Impulse. All Vessels in the 2nd Attack Group will move to confront the enemy in our rear to provide the 1st Attack Group time to engage." Du'Bois voice rang out amongst the bridge of the NIV Impulse as the 400th Bal Talmshaa was being split into three different formations to make the battle with the alliance navy more efficient. Full Operational Authority had been granted to him by the Fleet Admiral and he would use that authority to ensure that the Star Widows would face the full force of the Imperial Armada.

The 2nd Attack Group was far from powerful but they could hold the line for a period before breaking. The Inceptus Class Assault Ships known as the NIV Siren and the NIV Torment were the weakest link in the formation but they provided sufficient starfighter capacity. It was decided quite quickly that the NIV Impulse and the NIV Pioneer would provide direct cover for the Assault Ships to provide them enough time to deploy their squadron of TIE Fighters into the battle.


"Brace for impact." Du'Bois said as heavy firepower struck across the core of the NIV Impulse and the NIV Pioneer as they got into assigned formation to engage the Star Widows in a direct confrontation causing quite a bit of damage to both vessels but were still operational. The 2nd Attack Group returned their own heavy turbolaser fire.

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Admiral Kom'zarr would be overlooking the tactical display on board the NIV Paramount as the 1st Attack Group and the 2nd Attack Group were fully engaged with their enemy combatants. The Core Support Group was sandwiched between both groups providing it cover from the heavy firepower from the Alliance Navy and the Star Widows behind them. "Attention all TIE Squadron Leaders, prepare your squadrons to engage with the enemy's formation." Kom'zarr's voice rang out on the bridge of his Stalwart Class Carrier which was protected by the NIV Glory II and the NIV Pursuer II.


 


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Location: Subterranean Tunnels, Neshtab
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“These abominations shall run no further.” The statuesque visage of Knight Commander Dionus Bharro stared into the cave entrances the Pariah Legion had fled through mere moments earlier. Imperial forces pursued them like rabid dogs set loose from their masters’ leashes - except for the Imperial Knights. Scores of armored Knights stood behind the Commander, his back to them all as he spoke over the din of blaster fire and howling winds.

While the voices of lesser men may have been lost in the cacophony, it would seem the force itself would imbue the natural strength and resonance of his voice. Nary a soul in his vicinity would have a hard time hearing him. “The Army has chased them deep beneath the earth where they will seek shelter from the hammer falling upon them. These vile spawns and their collaborators committed unspeakable atrocities against our own brethren. Every drop of blood they spilled shall be repaid.”

”Search every chamber, every tunnel, every cavern and overhang. Bring the Emperor’s vengeance against every man, woman, child, or elder. They gave us no quarter when they held the power, and neither shall we...”


The armored hulk turned to gaze upon his brothers and sisters for the first time. His eyes met several of those in the front of the formation, who all stood in stoic resolve as they waited for his final command before they crashed upon their foe.

“Leave none alive.”

Instantly, the ranks of Imperial Knights adorned in their battle armor and wielding all manner of their kyber-powered weapons surged forth like silent servants of the Order that was of the Empire.

Freedom would be brought to those on Neshtab - freedom from the corruptive influence of those who served their former dark masters.

Freedom from the false sense of self determination from the minions of the Alliance.

The hammer of freedom and order would fall, and break upon any who dared stand against them.

Dionus’ own blade from his saber pike ignited, and he surged forth amongst those of his chapter who entered the tunnels. The sounds of battle intensified the deeper they pushed, with the white blades of their sabers deflecting blaster bolts of the Alliance and Legion forces who attempted to drive back the stormtroopers who doggedly carried the spearhead of the Imperial advance.

As the armored visage of Lord Bharro and his Knight Paladins broke through the smoke, it was already too late for the small group of Graug attempting to hold the particular chokepoint they were advancing upon. Boots ground upon the fallen armor of Stormtrooper and Legionnaire alike as the Paladins surged forth, with Dionus charging his way to the front.

His first strike would separate the head from one of the forward-deployed Graug warriors, and in a matter of minutes - the cohort of Knights would overwhelm and decimate the small Graug contingent holding up an entire stormtrooper platoon.

It would be foolish to think this would result in a quick end to the fighting that lay before them, for even with the Imperial Knights’ abilities - Dionus could feel the presence of those within the cave system that lay before them.

It would seem the Alliance would not be nearly as innocent in all of this as they may claim to be in the public eye; but it mattered not.

This planet would be cleansed - one way, or the other...


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NESHTAB
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OPERATIONS TEAM 'MENACE 1-5'
Driver Driver | Lyrrin Lyrrin | Verin Verin
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Cordé Sabo Cordé Sabo | Dominik Borra Dominik Borra | Samuel Exel Samuel Exel | Lorian Arrlandi Lorian Arrlandi

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Phrik knuckles careened forward at the behest of an enhanced lunge and smote the temple of a plastoid helmet. Repulsors embedded within metallic arms pulsed, kicking up leaves and detritus around where Pyke's momentum ceased. Crepidations from the armor harmonized with the crunch of the skull it had been designed to protect. Fragments of armor and bone scattered violently, intermingling with a thick spray of warm crimson. Iron notes teased Pyke's tastebuds, his face now veiled behind a sheet of blood. Clandestine vents opened and hissed to expel exhaust from his arms, flooding the ozone-like smell of coolant into his nostrils.

Red streaks began to immediately pepper his position in retaliation. Pyke pivoted, took off to his left, and weaved through a small clutch of trees. Bark scattered and singed, bolts smashed into trunks in a desperate chase to hit the man that advanced betwixt the flora. Cutting a sharp corner around the last tree, Pyke surged forward toward the closest of his retaliators. A forearm rose, denying two shots meant for his head with dissipating sizzles.

A quick grasp clamped down on the barrel of a blaster, muffling a final shot before the tibanna could fully condense. Pyke yanked, dragging the weapon's wielder into a striking elbow. Immediately, the opposing grasp on the armament faded along with the light that had once been behind the shooter's eyes. Reflexively, Pyke ducked, evading a few more flashes of red death. That same swift grasp that had heralded the soldier's end now seized a stray limb before the corpse could reach the ground. Pyke whirled, swinging the body around to eat a trio of shots.

Momentum ripped the limb from sockets, sickening pops echoing beneath the plastoid carapace. Pyke released at a calculated moment, sending the limp cadaver flying toward the remaining source of gunfire. In its wake, he sprinted forward, throwing his arms back for a moment to activate the now-re-cooled repulsors. His feet left the ground, his body spinning into a corkscrew.

With a deft thud, Pyke landed behind his assailant's cover, in between the two individuals that had attempted to suppress his approach. An elbow jutted into the abdomen of the one behind him, whilst the opposite arm rose its manus to direct reactionary fire from the soldier in front of him to neutralize the stunned individual at his rear. Red flashed, and the scent of scorched flesh spilled into the air behind a startled whimper. His opposing metallic grasp unoccupied with the weapon seized the collar of the final soldier's kit, crushgaunt servos crimping a makeshift handhold.

One hurling force and the soldier was sent into a mountainous rockface just behind the cover he'd utilized. A squelching crush rang out as brains and blood were painted across the rock face with jagged urgency.

Pyke emanated a tension-relieving exhale in unison with the reopening of exhaust vents on along his limbs. Two fingers rose to activate the transponder in his ear, transmitting his voice to the rest of his operations team.


<"Menace One-Five, this is Deadman. Northeastern overwatch is clear-">

A rustle drew his eyes downward to the sight of the friendly-fired soldier trying to crawl away.

<"Shit, hold on.">


Pyke strode over, unceremoniously planting a heel-first stomp into the soldier's neck. Limbs began to spasm beneath the sickening song of death-phlegm rattling in a crushed passageway.

<"Okay, I lied, NOW it's clear. Regrouping at the AO.">

Leaving down the mountain face, Pyke scooped up a now ownerless pack of Avsmokes, lighting one from the pack with a blowtorch that extended from his left index finger. Two wins in one.
 

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THE DIRECTOR IN THE ERA OF RECLAMATION
CORUSCANT | LOCATION CONFIDENTIAL
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The implication of The Empire’s behavior was clear. But, to help spell it out, M had taken the liberty to have her analysts create a timeline of the Iron Sun’s aggressions, dating all the way back to Yinchorr under Tavlar’s regime, and more recently, the sabotaging of bacta on Thyferra and now, of course, Neshtab. The frequency and severity of their contentions were escalating, and writing it out on the wall made it harder to ignore. This new Empire was audacious and vicious, and needed to be put to a heel.

They’d attacked Ilum, and showcased a superweapon prototype that had busted both their own fleet and The Alliance and their own Lord-Regent had reportedly almost been killed.

The reasons for war were building on both sides.

“Neshtab is the final planet along our shared border that has held out in neutrality.” M frowned, and took a sip of blue milk. All the while, her eyes never lifted from the holo in the centre of the room for them to gather around. “The Empire has overreached, once again, to involve themselves in our affairs.”

Several pieces of information had been laid out for them. One, the list of aggressions from The Empire and the senate’s chosen response each time — and which senators voted for what. It was important to know where the majority was in a democracy.

Two, a general map of the shared space relative between The Maw, Empire and Alliance and three, a live map of Neshtab with feeds being updated every five minutes.

M frowned, set her glass down, and tapped at the base of a holo projector that was meant to be the seven-foot rendering of a Tortuga. Instead, it was..nothing.

“General Ridor’s connection seems unstable.”


ALLIES | GALACTIC ALLIANCE HIGH COMMAND | Thaddeus Wyse Thaddeus Wyse | Teshi Ocano Teshi Ocano [Proxy for Osarla Ridor]
 



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THE DAUGHTER OF DUTY
NESHTAB | OLD-TOWN DISTRICT | DRASTARRA
LEADER OF THE COMPANIONS | BEARER OF THE RING OF JUDGEMENT

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Songsteel. The make, weight, and strength of the blade had been tested in the initial encounter, the way her opponent reached — nigh a flinch — spoke to how he’d handle the weapon in a true encounter.

The intensity with which she observed missed no details. From the firmness of his grip, undeterred by her intrusion, to the whiteness of his eyes and the slight sweat of his brow. The present was not entirely with him, and there was an ache he seemed to be warring against.

we learn such methods through the pain.... Pain of the likes I recover from now, though fight I most-certainly will - on Neshtab of all places.',

“Intuitive that your pain already knows to associate itself with me.” Ishida’s lips cracked into the smallest of smiles, the corners wickedly spiked.

That grin faded when he appealed to memory, and recounted a time Ishida’d been a fresh teen in the streets of Bastion alongside her mentor in modernism and femininity. In a flash, she was back beside Aiko Hayata Aiko Hayata , the pair in the best of Atrisian silks, and seated amidst those they’d once been allied with.

Proud shouts filled the streets with an accent she’d come to know as Galidraani. Broad shouldered men and women with ironed uniforms and purpose in every bone.

'You were observing the parade with Lady Aiko, the CEO of Hayata Corp. Watching my father lead the procession....

She narrowed her eyes at him. Father was a word shared amidst kin. His passionate drawl, and intimate retelling of her features gave her the time to reflect. Stormcloud eyes stilled as she sought to understand the purpose of the connection. The explanation that proved this was not coincidence. Invisible lines, patterns, lattices skittered about as she tapped into the power that would give her that level of understanding she sought. The cruciality of that which would disprove random concurrence.

The name I was given by the same man who SENT ME TO MY DEATH?!?!?!'

Fathers gave names.
Fathers lead parades.

The cogs turned.

Fine
if that is what you wish; my name - is Thomas Barran!

Father of the Barran Family.

Little Ishida of yore, sitting beside Aiko, had no idea the parade would herald such relevance.

At the time, she’d been bored.

Its a damn shame I never got to learn who accompanied Hayata that day, though perhaps you could kindly put me out of my misery? I'm sorry but you're much too familiar now, otherwise I would've just given you a nickname and gotten on with it.'

The little Knight blinked, and felt the sharp sting of the ring beneath her glove. Judgment was coming to pass, and it was well informed by the mutuality of their lives.

“A nickname?” Ishida blinked at the idea. She’d acquired many in her lifetime — one more sounded "Fun.".

A small twitch flickered across her mouthline, and she tilted her head before tapping the flat edge of her katana against the slight curve of his blade. The lanterns around their scene temporarily made their silver blades gold with flame.

“You should know me by my deeds.” Humility was feigned, but she was still connecting the dots between — surely he was a Barran. Right? Father leading a parade, father of the damned...of Thomas?

What did all this mean.


“You’re a Barran.” Her head cocked, trying to recall the engagement in the moonlight and sand with the Scar Hound leader. “The eldest?”



ALLIES | GA | NJO | THE COMPANIONS| [PROXIMITY TAGS] Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | Ironhide Ironhide | Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau | Starlin Rand Starlin Rand
FOES | THE EMPIRE | Michael Barran Michael Barran [IMMEDIATE/ENGAGING] | [PROXIMITY TAGS] FN-999 | Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra | Aiden Rennek Aiden Rennek


 

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P R O X Y // H I G H C O M M A N D
CORUSCANT // CONFIDENTAL LOCATION
IVI IVI // Thaddeus Wyse Thaddeus Wyse

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“General Ridor’s connection seems unstable.”

On cue, the blast doors came rolling open with a sharp hiss. The glow of a cyan visor broke the shadows. Beneath the armor, Teshi cracked a grin - she would have given a million credits to have a picture of some of the stuffy old faces in that moment. A meandering approached carried her to the seat across from the enigmatic director. Helmet placed in her lap, her gaze wandered across the documentation set before them.

"General Ridor sends regards." She noted casually. "The Imps have taken to tinkering with comms, as was foreseen - and, well, someone had to lead on the front - so you're stuck with me.

Discomfort hid behind the cool and cocky facade as she made a show of settling in. There were a few types at the table - the slimy intelligence agents, the oldsters who had made their name in the Force behind a desk, and people like her. The CO in question had given her firm instruction. Two plays would be pitched - do nothing and extreme aggression. She was to manage the balance.

"This New Empire has learned from their mistakes of old. This won't be another Yinchorr." Teshi gestured to the markers on the map. "It's not another in and out, with the games played in the shadows. They've dug their heels in. All they have to do is stretch it out long enough and wait for the Maw to return. We'll be stretched too thin to manage threats from both sides."

A deep exhale escaped her chest. What was more troubling was Neshtab was the perfect target. Yinchorr had been a breeding ground for the Imperialist agenda - the Core had felt the rise since, and the current battleground already had it's roots. Silent curses fell on Ridor. This felt above a Major's paygrade.

"The General has proposed defensive posturing while we establish an Eastern front. Reroute the sector forces from the south. The senators won't like it, but the Defense Force needs relief so we can finish the Maw once and for all - then we can focus on the Imperials."

A deep breath allowed response. There was more. The Imperials would have their due - but Command first needed reminding that a crisis did not necessitate hyperfocus.
 
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Commodore Cynthia Alucard
Objective One:
Hammer and Anvil
Actions: Engaging Imperial Forces

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The flow of battle began, ships engaging and the larger Imperial Navy had shifted their larger vessels to engage. The tactical display for Cyn was one of true space combat, large dots with either green or red glows and hundreds of smaller dots either glowing red and disappearing, never to reappear. Another tally on our casualty report. Cyn bitterly thought, her steely cold gaze and expressionless face maintained though as she monitored the battle reports.

Keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Cynthia narrowed her eyes at the unknown fleet. They were a wildcard, who knew what they could bring out and the chaos they could add to this entire conflict. Best to avoid them until we’re forced to address them personally. If they could soften up the Imperial ships, then good for them, if they can’t, well they’d provide a half decent screen.

“Hn,” Her teeth continued to press against one another tightly, the air nearly coming out like a hiss. Clever words, rallying speeches or even encouraging responses weren’t talents that Cyn possessed. She saw words as nothing more than complicated air-flow at the end of the day. They meant nothing without action, and action needs not words most of the time. Most of the time. But she realized she needed to at least give a command sooner or later.

Restless pilots and naval crews weren’t anything to initially worry about; but even the strongest of soldiers could only stand and watch their comrades turn into frozen wrecks in space for so long. With an almost relaxed posture she turned her attention to the Comm Officer next to her, a young man clearly in need of less caffeine, and spoke her orders.

“Have our center task force move forward and their starfighter wings escort until the Starbirds Patrol ships are entirely into primary effective anti-starfighter range.” Cyn ordered. The young Comm Officer nodded and proceeded to relay the orders across their systems.

“Then the our fighter pilots will commence a hunt and destroy mission for bombers and achieve starfighter supremacy. I’m sure once we clear away the TIE screams we can finally enjoy some quiet.” Cyn added, but she gave herself a faint look of surprise as she stared into the Tactical Display board. The last quip was a bit unusual remark, and given the present circumstance entirely unneeded.

“Have the rest of our Starbirds and Starfighters ready to engage should the Imperials respond with a heavy hand.” Cyn gleamed at her side of the display.

The Starbird patrol ships were quite fast, built for quick engagements and clearing a path for their bombers; And with the added assistances of the X-Wings it should grant the Alliance at least a zone of control for smaller attack craft. But with three Starbirds and a little more than a third of my X-Wing Squadrons being used to bait out a further response of the Imperials. . . If they needed to return back to the Carriers it wouldn't take long, and with the rest of her Battle group ready to assist any pursuit would prove to be an overextension.

Cyn never felt comfortable with her battle-group, Carriers were excellent crafts and she practically lived in one for the majority of her life, but the presence of the Imperial Dreadnoughts were not to be underestimated. Gone were the days of lucky shots from plucky X-Wing Pilots or courageous bomber squadrons. Those hardly were an issue when I was a TIE Pilot flying beneath similar flags of my now enemies. Cyn solemnly waited and tracked the casualty report. The numbers ever so slowly ticking upwards to a larger number.

 

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<I'm in position, sir,> Aiden told his new commanding officer over comms after he had gotten settled with his spotter. Most of the team around him was entirely new, so working with them wasn't as smooth as it had been with his old squad. But only one man remained from that team, and he had yet to really catch up with Alexander Hayes Alexander Hayes . But despite having to adjust to a new team of fine soldiers, they weren't the ones who made him feel just a little nervous.

It was the Imperials.

Not because he feared to face them in battle, but because of what happened on Caamas. His report about it had left out details that, should he bring them up now, would surely get him in trouble. But every decision he made that day had been for survival... just not exclusively his own survival. Now he began to wonder if he could still pull the trigger after all of it, so as he glanced down the scope of his sniper, he felt his heartbeat going faster and faster.

"First one to come through that hallway is yours, Aiden," the spotter next to him said. The two were positioned further in the back and were flat on their stomachs on an icy platform they made. It still wasn't ideal for a sniper to be fighting from within these tunnels, but he'd do his best to offer his brothers in arms the support they would need.

"Yeah, I've got it," the marine's voice rumbled and soon enough, the hand signals were given to take cover and wait. Imperial soldiers were marching into the tunnels, and once the first one appeared, Aiden exhaled and waited for the second until his body was most stable and steady.

Bang.

He watched the soldier's body hit the ice, and while that helped him realize that he could still do it, Aiden no longer felt the thrill these kinds of battles once gave him.






 

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