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


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Neshtab
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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Weapons:
Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Dionus Bharro Dionus Bharro

The trap sprung.

With several turrets opening up and prioritizing the right targets, Valery watched as some of the Imperial Knights were overwhelmed by the initial onslaught of blaster fire. It opened up brief gaps in their most forward lines, and she noticed that snipers and riflemen were quick to target those openings. Everything was looking good thus far, and with her position at the very front, she could focus on stopping what the Imperial Knights were managing to reflect. It wasn't too much at first, but once they adapted and tapped into the Force, she had to be focused.

Her two blades, one on each end of her saberstaff, rotated around and by augmenting her own reflexes and speed, she was able to adjust to slight variations in enemy fire or reflected fire. Those bolts that entered her area of cover were deflected either up against the ceiling, down against the ground, or, if the angle allowed for it, back at the enemy. But with the sheer number of people she was having to defend and the large number of enemies coming at them, she knew there was no way to stop everything.

The first casualties began to fall on her own side, as a result, and she could feel that pain and death echo through the Force. It strengthened her focus and deepened her desire to shield them, but it was going to take more coordination.


"Provide cover and fall back a line!" she called out, as the enemy began to get closer. The chamber had several lines of defenses with small trenches or barricades, allowing them to progressively draw their enemy in and deteriorate their numbers slowly by forcing them out in the open, and with far less coverage than they'd probably like.

But, as was to be expected, the answer from the Imperials came swiftly — a loud roar echoed through the cave, and while she felt no true darkness within it, something else about it made it feel very different from what she had gotten used to from Imperial Knights. The shockwave from the attack rippled her way through the air, and while she spun around her blades to meet the attack head-on, Valery tapped into the Force to disperse the energy away from her, as it connected with her blades. Her eyes were then drawn up, as she felt the source of this attack move in to strike, and she waited for the last possible moment. When the tip of his pike was coming down, she stepped aside, rotated her torso, and used the rotational momentum to swing around her rear blade, hoping to catch this enemy as he made his landing.



 
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,


When a Jedi is taught about combat, they learn (even if indirectly) about life. You learn a lot about a foe when they commit to combat, you learn about who they are, what they believe and how they conduct themselves. The Chiss believe this, the Echani live this, it is a sad existence to an extent, but it will save your life. A tiny smile crawled its way across the right half of Caltin’s face when the Stormtrooper spat on and threw his comments in his face. This was not to say that it was something that the massive Jedi Master expected to happen, but it was still not something that was completely out of proverbial “left field” either.

He was still left with a choice, Caltin, there was no point in pulling a weapon at the moment. Why? It was “one on one” between them, there was no point in doing so. What good would it do the big man to cut “Nines” down? What would it prove? That he could kill a Stormtrooper one on one? Make no mistake, the man redefined what it meant to be considered “deadly,” but Caltin has the memories and experiences that coincide with over nine hundred years. He’s seen and experienced more than he could ever let on, this will end no differently. What was the point?

Unless that is what “The Baron” wanted him to think…

Oooo I like this line of thinking…

What if this man believed in Caltin… “The Warrior thinks three steps ahead, the Champion let’s his opponent think that he is three steps ahead.”?

Even less of a reason to draw his own weapon just yet. Even with the Commander drawing his own and opening fire.

This is gonna hurt…

When you are a Padawan Learner, you are taught how to control pain and heal yourself so that you are capable of lasting and collapsing in a heap. This is a pair of skills you take with you for a long time to the point where it is often commonplace to take them for granted. You take them for granted in simply how to use the skills and the ability to call on and engage them.

Caltin had to relearn healing when his own connection to the Force had changed, it strengthened in its autonomy. He no longer has to heal himself as the Force no longer flows through him in the manner it does others. He is almost a “Force Vault” in a manner of speaking as the body protects him on its own through Tutaminis, it heals him through Healing and his speed and strength are enhanced without further thought. He was still learning how to control the pain, hadn’t quite gotten there yet so it was a lot of “toughing it out”.

Anyway, the weapons fire, which he was unable to stop through “Stasis”, shredded his armor quite painfully. Taking a moment to “Pull” the gun out of the Baron’s hands and to the ground… not far, but just enough time to pull off his chest protector, he just shook his head.

My “reality” came and went over eight hundred years ago. Do you think that you are the only “Empire” I have faced in my time? I would call what you are proclaiming “arrogance”, I would even say it is “ignorance”, but it is neither, it is history repeating itself. You contradict yourself with your own men. Hiding behind your need to protect them, failing to see the strength in the fact that you honor your brothers as they honor you. That is on you, and for that, you have my pity.

Reaching out through his “electro-force” as he calls it, an electrical field surrounded the chest piece of “Nines” as it began to crinkle. He would have to do something to stop it soon, or be entombed in it if not careful. He did not have to use the word “pity”, but that was a good test of the Trooper’s resolve, could Caltin get under his skin easily enough? Doubtful, but fun to see.

Either way… my offer stands… leave and I won’t chase you.

TAG: FN-999 | Michael Barran Michael Barran | @Hall Mannarra


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"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)
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"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
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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The Empire
Expansion Region | Neshtab | The Veers Redoubt, Imperial Vanguard Frontier, Undercity Outskirts

Primary Objective: Achieve Breakthrough via Thunder Run
Secondary Objective: Provide Armored Support To Friendly Infantry Elements
Friendlies: [PROXIMITY] | The Empire | Michael Barran Michael Barran | FN-999 | Siyndacha Aerin Siyndacha Aerin |
Hostiles: [PROXIMITY] | Pariah Legion | Galactic Alliance | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina
Directly Engaging: Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania
Gear: In Bio


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Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 2nd Bn. 3rd Co. 3rd Pl.
XT-62 MBTb ‘331’ | Charlie 3-1 | [Command Tank] | Dozer Blade Attached | Moderate Damage on 120mm Main Gun [OPERATIONAL]
XT-62 MBTb ‘332’ | Charlie 3-2 | Minor Damage on Commander’s 360° Periscope [OPERATIONAL]
XT-62 MBTb ‘333’ | Charlie 3-3 |
XT-62 MBTb ‘334’ | Charlie 3-4 |

Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 2nd Bn. 5th Co. 4th Pl.
XV-60a APC ‘541’ | Echo 5-1 | [Mech. Inf. Command Element]
XV-60a APC ‘542’ | Echo 5-2 |
XV-60a APC ‘543’ | Echo 5-3 |
XV-60a APC ‘544’ | Echo 5-4 |

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Defilade

THUMP!

The gun breech of the 120mm L77A4 violently recoiled backwards, at the wake of Litzke pulling back the trigger; the young Tank Commander could only see the shell’s tracer for no more than a second and a half as it made its way to the intended target. Striking the upper frontal plate of the enemy tank at a breakneck speed, it disappeared into the tank in a shower of sparks and torn metal; a faint column of black smoke soon wafted out of hatches thrown open. As the Pariah Tank Crewmen tried to pull themselves out of their burning tank, the young Sergeant could see the columns of smoke to be accompanied with dancing flames, burning white hot in his thermal display.

A thunderous explosion split the air shortly afterwards, easily heard over the cacophony of blaster fire erupting from the outskirts of the city, only to be drowned out by the distant roar of an artillery barrage; its turret thrown dozens of meters into the sky once its hull ammunition storage and fuel detonated in the fiery explosion, creating a sizeable crater where the tank once stood, there was nearly no trace left of its crew or the hull, save for metal, twisted in ways beyond human comprehension, and limbs ripped and torn asunder; all scorched and blackened.

KARKIN’ A! GOOD CHIT! GOOD CHIT, LITZKE! The young Driver’s voice rang sharp and rejoiceful over the intercom; a smile pulled at his lips as his gaze remained glued to the Driver’s viewports, a large portion of his attention focused on watching the snowy, icy path stretching before him.

But there was no time to scream out in rejoice, not for the young Tank Commander. NEXTTARGETNEXTTARGET! TRAVERSE LLLEEEEFT! Hall’s shout would drown out Kale’s ovation as he directed his gunner onto the next tank; with a sharp mechanical groan the turret traversed leftward as Litzke brought the gun to bear. STEADY!

With a loud metallic clang the gun breech closed shut as the giant of a man, Stege, fed the main gun with another 120mm APFSDS-T shellSABOT UUUUP!

OON! peering out his Commander’s Sights, The Sergeant’s eyes remained on their target, as the turret came to a halt with a sharp mechanical groan with the main gun aimed center mass of the enemy armor; from the corner of his eye he could see another Pariah tank going up in flames, sharing a fate similar with the one they had knocked out of action, several moments ago.

IDEN’IFIIIIED!

F- But before the young Iron Sun recipient could finish the last part of the tank gunnery call-outs, the back of his mind burned like hellfire, imploring the young man to shift his attention to the left flank of their armored formation, traversing the icy terrain; swiftly turning the periscope to the left, the young man’s eyes would widen at the sight of several track grease, peeking over a frozen berm.

The silhouettes of a pair of infantrymen, lugging around what appeared to be anti-tank weaponry... The young man was made familiar with them on Ilum! Alliance Commandos!

GUNNER! SABOT ANTI-TAAAAAANK! GET TO NEXT ONE! TRAVERSE LEEEEEEEFT!

But he was just a few precious moments too late! All he could do was watch until the turret finished its traverse with Litzke’s input on the controls, all the while witnessing two missiles arc in the air through his Commander Optics; one intended for them, and the other intended for the Command Tank leading the formation at the front.

Perhaps out of sheer luck, or from the mild incompetency of the operator at the heat of the moment, the missile intended for them flew just two handbreadths above the roof of their tank, striking the topside of a hill to the right of the armored formation, one hundred meters away; but the missile intended for the Command Tank would strike its mark. Shrouded underneath the kicked up snow amidst a detonation shining bright white in the young man’s thermals, the lead vehicle in the formation would disappear from the young man’s sights for the moment, only to emerge out of the plumes of snow; turning its turret to meet the enemy contacts coming from their northwest, The Command Tank appeared relatively unschated, save for the damage on the main gun.

Following The Command Tank’s example as they themselves brought the gun to bear towards the newest threat that revealed themselves from concealment, the young Sergeant’s Commander’s Periscope at the roof of the tank would lose sight for a moment, in the wake of a secondary explosion, a muffled thump and rumble, akin to that of a grenade’s.

Quickly, the young man shifted from his periscope to the far more sturdy viewports built into his Commander’s Hatch to acquire target once more. FIRE, FIRE INCENDIARY! Hall implored his gunner to fire off the sabot round -intended to be used against armored vehicles by nature- at the Alliance infantry; yet again they would be just a moment too late. By the time the all too familiar metallic thump of the gun breech recoiling at the pull of the gun’s trigger, the karkin’ crunchies disappeared behind the frozen berm!

TARGET LOST!

Muttering a curse out loud, the young man shifted back to his malfunctioning optics; applying percussive maintenance on the go in the form of slapping the sturdy screen before his eyes, it wasn’t long until he could look out of his Commander’s Sights again, albeit a faint flicker on the image every now and then.

INCENDIARY UUUP! Stege shouted at the top of his lungs just as he closed the gun breech shut after shoving the selected shell into it; the young Tank Commander’s gaze shifted away from the last known position of the Alliance troops and onto the outskirts of the city again, where they took contact from an armored platoon. Making good on the momentary distraction the Alliance had caused, deep tread tracks remained on the snowy terrain where they once stood; aforementioned tracks on the snow indicated a movement rearwards.

Regrettably, for the advancing Imperial armored platoon, the hostile element had retreated into the depths of the city, to avoid destruction at their hands.

The radio station right beside young Hall would soon crackle to life, not long after the miss. ALLIANCE INFANTRY ELEMENT OF UNKNOWN SIZE, DUE NORTHWEST! The young Lieutenant’s voice rang sharp over their platoon’s command net, laden with understandable anger, and frustration; this deep behind the Pariah’s formations, they were not supposed to meet infantry resistance here, aside from the hostile elements garrisoned in Drastarra. GADF involvement here and now, with the Sith Remnant Pariah Legionnaires, drastically changed things.

There could be a whole company of Alliance troops hiding out there! The terrain was far more treacherous than Ilum, that much was certain; they were made aware of the dangers of the cave systems running for hundreds of meters, stretched across the frozen water bodies on the western outskirts of Drastarra.

With the emergence of a new threat in mind, it became a necessity to alter their initial plan of assault to their Objective; wasting not a second, the young Platoon Commander barked new orders for the other tank commanders and the Mechanized Infantry element to their rear; a mere moment after, the course of the entire armored movement shifted further eastward, towards the closest outskirts of the city stretching to their east and northeast.

But they hadn’t forgotten about the unexpected contact from the Alliance; from their optics they could see the footprints they left behind at the wake of their movement. Several of which lead to a cave entrance not far from the berm from which they had attempted to ambush them; a more unseasoned Platoon Commander might’ve fallen prey into the false pretense of the Alliance movement, thinking they were tucking tail and running from their tanks, appearing “weak” before them. But the reality had to be far from it; they had to believe the Alliance had drawn a lesson from the losses they had sustained over Ilum by their very hands. The opposite gave way to hubris, and, inevitably, underestimating the opposition force; doing so would only ensure their defeat.

To that end, the young Lieutenant took action in accordance with the situation.

While on the move, making effective use of their ability to shoot while traversing terrain thanks to their two-plane stabilizers, the Imperial armored platoon opened up with a barrage of incendiary shells at the entrances of the cave networks they could see, with the intent of denying the enemy an avenue of attack towards them.

But that would only mark the beginning of their actions; the ambushing infantry element, while concealing their movement by making effective use of the caves and tunnels running underneath the icy lakes, they limited their maneuvering area as long as they remained underground; a drawback to be sure. With the application of the right tool for the job, the young Lieutenant could see they could exploit that for their own benefit.

Reaching for the radio station handset right beside him in his station in the tank, all it took was to provide the grid coordinates of the ambushing Alliance element to the battery awaiting fire mission; it would come in the form of a rather low, monotonous growl at first, but at the wake of a few moments, the muffled growling would leave its place to the awe inspiring howl of Predator Launchers, momentarily drowning out the cacophony of battle erupting all across the sector as the missiles split the very heavens. Intent to bury the Alliance elements of unknown size, hiding in the caves and tunnels underneath, the missiles would be a few moments away from removing the grid square coordinates the young Lieutenant provided to the artillery.

Meanwhile, under the protecting screening provided by the artillery barrage, over half the mechanized infantry elements of the 4th Platoon would disembark from the confines of their armored personnel carriers, becoming among the first of the Imperial Army elements to set foot on the outskirts of the Drastarra city; seizing the initiative in reaction to the emergence of the Alliance element, the young Lieutenant had taken the decision to conduct an operational pause in his thunder run, halting the armored advance momentarily in favor of setting up a rendezvous point in case they’d meet resistance greater than anticipated before, right during the last stretch before reaching their objective.

The ruins they were tasked to take and hold, laid bare before them with a seven hundred meters stretch of icy, frozen land between them.

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Bring Forth the Tanks

Concerning Tags: Pariah Legion | Ironhide Ironhide | GADF | N/A
Tanks:
  • Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 1st Bn. 3rd Co. 1st, 2nd & 3rd Pl. | XT-62 MBTb | Full Combat Effectiveness Across the Company
  • Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 1st Bn. 4th Co. 1st, 2nd & 3rd Pl. | XT-62 MBTb | Full Combat Effectiveness Across the Company
Mechanized Infantry:
  • Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 1st Bn. 2nd Co. 1st, 2nd & 3rd Pl. | XV-60a APC | Full Combat Effectiveness Across the Company
  • Elements of the 181st Armored Division, 1st Bn. 3rd Co. 1st, 2nd & 3rd Pl. | XV-60a APC | Full Combat Effectiveness Across the Company

Although the tremors of the ground, left in the wake of their armored advance -as well as the roar of their engines- would be nigh imperceptible due to the ear splitting shriek of the Predator Launchers, the clouds of snow kicked up from the ground under their wide tracks, however, could be seen from a distance with a pair of macrobinoculars; stirred up from depths of the western most Imperial Army Redoubt of The Undercity, several company sized the elements of the First Battalion of the 181st Armored Division were drawn forth, to fill in through the gap created by their brothers in the elements of the Second Division, and attempt at an encirclement of the Pariah Legionnaires currently locked in battle with the rest of the ground elements of the Imperial Army.

Drawing nearer towards the breakthrough point with each passing second, the Imperial armored advance were just mere moments away from sweeping the Battlefront West like a blizzard.

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OBJECTIVE 1: HAMMER AND ANVIL
Location: The Wanderer, Landing Zone Novus
TAGS: OBJECTIVE 1 MARINES,
T The Hallowed


An Imperial shuttle escorted by two AEGs, one each side flew in toward the platform. A volley by a heavy repeater was shot toward one of the gunships followed by a missile by a rocket launcher toward the shuttle. The shuttle evaded the missile by swerving to the side but its escort's cockpit was blasted open, bursting in smoke and fire before slamming into the rocky wall on the side of the platform.

The remaining gunship opened fire on the barricade, tearing its front into shreds along with some of the marines.

The shuttle was making a quick descent on the right hand side of the platform while its remaining guardian stayed in the air, providing cover fire. Yet as that was happening Minerva was laying sideways, pretending to be dead in a corner of the platform. Quickly she got up and aimed her jetpack at the floating gunship above her and fired. With a whoosh the rocket burst forth in a violent ascend. Being so close the gunship failed to take countermeasures before its engines exploded and it dropped like a rock away from the platform.

Having no time to admire her handiwork Minerva then used her jetpack sped toward the rear of the shuttle just as the ramp came down with a dozen stormtroopers charging as they fired their weapons at their Alliance enemies. Both sides suffered casualties as blaster bolts flew back and forth. The Imperials were spreading out to avoid being bunched up but Minerva came upon them. Some managed to turn in to see her silhouette before she sped flames with her right vambrace.

Three were consumed by the fire, shrieking as they were cooked alive inside their own armors with two more catching some of the flame on their shoulders and trying to put it all out. Her surprise attack sowed chaos among the Imperial formation, forcing several to fire on the Mandalorian but only to be gunned down by her allies. A few more took cover amongst the nearby wreckage.

Using her personal deflector shield in the left vambrace to block hostile fire Minerva fired one of her pistols, wounding a trooper who collapsed on his back. However, another tossed a frag grenade toward her. Alarmed Minerva used her jetback for a quick burst to evade out of range the resulting explosion. Only for a blaster bolt to strike the topside of her helmet. Head ringing she collapsed onto the middle of the shuttle ramp.

Moments later it started closing with the shuttle lifting up off the battered platform and withdrew. Wincing inside with gritted teeth she laid there, not fully aware of her new surroundings. "Sithspit I'm gonna feel that for a few rotations." She murmured to herself before sitting up.

Then she saw the shuttle interior, her jaw dropping. What the?! A sudden jolt on the ship made it clear to Minerva where she is exactly. Still gripping her right hand pistol and pulled another as she got up. Despite the new headache she crept cautiously to the shuttle cockpit. Sure enough she saw the pilot and co-pilot flying back to the Imperial fleet. Without waiting for another second she shot the co-pilot in the back of the head and he slumped to the side..

"Kriff!" The pilot cried out before she twisted her head around to see but only for Minerva to shoot her in the face. The now dead pilot let go of the controls, leaving the shuttle to fly in a straight line fortunately for Minerva. She rushed forward getting the corpse out of the seat before taking the controls for herself.

"Okay I can fly back down there." Minerva said out loud but as soon as she did another idea formed. Looking out from the viewpoint she saw the titanic clash being raged away from the moon. Then a fierce smirk surfaced on her face at her new line of thought.

Yes, yes indeed. Assuming the Alliance doesn’t shoot me down by mistake.

With that in mind she flew the shuttle upwards toward the nearest Imperial fleet.
 
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Location: Space, in orbit over Neshtab, aboard the SDS Apollyon

A slight downturn to Dominique's lips was all that followed T The Hallowed 's lack of a prompt response. So long as their weapons were trained in the right direction, however, she had little room to complain. Though being ignored was not something she was accustomed to -- even if the DireX tried their very best to assume they had unquestioned command on Denon.

A slight lift of a brow over her colored glasses had the Communication Officer assure the good Senator her message had been transmitted.

Before she thought to comment, however, a report elsewhere on the command deck drew her attention. Evidently, the Imperials were closing on their ship in particular now. At least a few of their vessels at any rate. Vexx stepped away from the Communication area and moved over toward Tactical where the Admiral was contemplating their response.

"Neshtab requires more time, Admiral," the Senator stated before any question of their continued presence was raised. Again. Not only those fleeing needed more time with the Alliance covering their vessels' departure, but Dominique's... assets needed more time to accomplish their mission on the planet below. Then they would need an expedient extraction as well. Though Dominique knew she could only hold her forces there so long with so many casualties before the cost outweighed the perceived benefit. She might be forced to bring the Admiral into her confidence to convince him to linger at some point. There was obeying orders and then there was dying a senseless death -- even well trained Officers contemplated at what point orders had taken them over the line. She trusted the Admiral wouldn't go rogue on her, however.

"Bring the Bellerophon and Eurydice in closer. Have them screen from long-range assault. Keep them out of our targeting solution, and concentrate fire on those ships."

A glance at the console showed the shields starting to take on more enemy fire. Dominique didn't know how long the shields would hold at that rate, but she imagined it was far shorter than it seemed the closer the enemy became.

"Admiral, if I might have a word with our adversaries?"

The man turned his head to look at the Senator before he gave a clip nod. After all, the Senator was not otherwise engaged in duties with actual benefit to the fight. He doubted the Imperials would be convinced of anything at this juncture.

A sentiment Vexx was all too aware of, even if she smiled with an ever so slight nod of gratitude. With that she turned and drifted back the way she'd come. Even if it was a fool's venture, one never knew what otherwise imperceptible change might be induced by something as innocuous as hailing the enemy fleet.

"To the Imperial vessels in orbit of Neshtab," Dominique spoke loudly, "you have invaded a sovereign system and are now waging war against a free people. I have no time for your assurances of having been invited here, but I intend that you will make time for those persecuted by your forces below to seek refuge elsewhere. I would ask that you stand down your weaponry and allow these people to depart in peace; that you may have your spoils of war without needless bloodshed on either side. I await your response."

Combatants:
Abeodan Charidot
Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Minerva Fhirdiad Minerva Fhirdiad | Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan
 
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THE NESTAB CRISIS II: HOSTILE TAKEOVER
-AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY-

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CAIRN_ONE
RINGLEADER OF THE PELLAEONIST CLIQUE
WARDEN OF THE IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
DRUID-GRANDMASTER OF THE HIGHLAND BROTHERHOOD
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Tags (Friendlies): Dionus Bharro Dionus Bharro Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra FN-999 Corvallis Tavlar Corvallis Tavlar
Katja Javik Katja Javik Lily Stevens Siyndacha Aerin Siyndacha Aerin Garris Corrack Mischa Korvan Mischa Korvan


Tags (OPFOR): Ironhide Ironhide Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el Valery Noble Valery Noble
Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Starlin Rand Starlin Rand Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau Alicio Organa Alicio Organa
Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania Orson Velus Aiden Rennek Aiden Rennek


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BORN OF BRIGHT STARS VI: DANCING WITH ETERNITY - PART 4
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OLD-TOWN DISTRICT, DRASTARRA,
BATTLEFRONT: EAST, NESHTAB (SPRING 878 ABY)

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Its just a lightsabre, an' you're more than the threads o' your own fate.

But if so, why the kark does it hurt so fethin' much?

It was all so much in these moments, and all so much that the Wanderer was beginning to understand the anguish of a grief-struck Stormchaser, the one he knew and loved before the loss of the Firstborn, the one he still respected and revered despite the old man's many faults in those days. Life around him was truly beginning to make Lord Michael feel like like he was cursed, almost as if Donn was still following his Druid everywhere his feet flitted, feeling like it had been his purpose to leave death and destruction in his wake all along, but unlike many Force-Wielding powers who found themselves standing at the very same gateway to villainy in life - Barran was resolved to step back from it's sheer, cliff-like precipice.

Be strong! You know you're better than this!

Resolving to spit in the faces of the very shadows that beset the Druid more intensely than ever before.

'I know the pain of an older brother's death.'

But in situations like these, such things were always easier said than done, as such was the way of the modern warrior by then.

But to be reminded of all that soured his soul to near-irreparable degrees, by a Jedi Master who appeared as an angel in the snow, (and perhaps the sweetest-natured angel of death he could've possibly faced in these moments) that there had been a shaven-headed, military-regulated time in the Woad's life when even the King of Serenno had doubts in abundance for his future, a time when all things rage and spite ruled the Druid's heart above all others. The grief was taken badly and was transforming into something much worse by the time Lord Erskine and King Lucien agreed to send Lord Michael to Serenno, affecting his health and life-expectancy along with the souring of his demeanour until Serenno's rightful ruler stepped in to change his ways for the better, and as the blue of Dooku's lightsabre illuminated the snowdrops and the space between them, the nature of these reminders cast a strange hue on the trial-like nature of his latest tribulations.

There was more than an ounce of truth in Jedi Master's response, that which the former Knight-Commander understood and empathized with, and in hearing just the slightest flutter of emotion the latter knew the former was stifling a bitter recall as he was; and though Michael's eyes were growing dewier by the minute, he knew not if there wear heartstrings of Ishida's that were being tugged at also, quickly going on to doubt it's likelihood on account of the renowned, Jedi-trained emotional control. And yet, in the truth, and in the slight flutter told of griefs that were once supremely difficult for Ashina to suppress, and of those circumstances in particular, Barran knew he could hold no doubts, though he sensed there had been little and less in the way of time for his opponent to grieve her loss also.

And yet, as with all things in a wartime Force-Wielders' existence, such moments of solidarity, beautiful those all their like were in the past before them - those specific sorts of serene, peaceful moments were always heart-achingly brief at best.

And it would only get worse for the Wanderer beyond that point.

'Just as I know the confusion that comes with learning I was wrong.'

From grief, to confusion, to wrath, and each within moments of it's former, Lord Michael's dismay then mutated into something altogether more furious, as if his own memories and findings had all been falling deaf, disbelieving ears. But the dewy-eyed troubles were only serving to pave the way for tears the Imperial could not keep at bay, completely incapable of hiding the internal conflict from the Jedi, not even in the thickening snowfall. After all, to give hope of life to the grief-stricken, and over a decade after the fact, it could only cause a gut-wrenching conflict of emotions in one as strong-willed as the Druid always had been, as it was in an already-troubled mind by then.

'Moved on too soon,'

It couldn't be true, not after standing in the rain and watching as it's droplets splattered all across the top of the submerged casket, not after feeling the firstborn's soul-particles on the ashes in the air; but the words of Ashina were clearly truthful, no matter how badly Barran wished to believe they were, holding his gaze in the rising intensity of the snowstorm with no deception sensed emanating from any part of Ishida's soul. This alone was enough to tear away at the Goidel's walls of emotional control, winning the psychological advantage with every cut and tear that opened the way to his deepest despairs, driving him deeper into trouble as the Atrisian maintained her statue-like stillness in cautious, hilt-holding silence. By then, not much stood between the Druid and a wrath he so desperately wished to avert, but as a creature of duty, much like the wielder of Ashla's Arbiter, the aching Woad would fight on against all hope.

Against all the pain, all the loss of cohesion, and all the loss of self semblance - even if it seemed pointless to try.

'If we cross blades, I won't be so kind to you as I was your brother only a few months ago.'

Then the tears became a torrent, calling back memories from the very day the Wanderer bore the lightest of coffins and lowered it into the ground, and with a similarly torrential storm appearing in his eyes then as well; but in the snow, it was storm for storm and the cold, flaky droplets were winning with ease against the rain. Understanding by then that the Jedi's words were doubtlessly true, the thought of hoping for a warm-hearted outcome seemed to be asking too much, especially in hearing the tone that was implied in the way she mentioned kindness in the latest of references to the Imperial's brother. It was a near-token funeral, but in that same regard, the Druid could still remember the sound the bones made as they rattled around within the coffin itself, but it was not this memory which haunted Barran's mind, but rather, the fact it was forcing him to recall recent memories from which he was still desperately trying to put behind him.

Even whilst the artillery shells whistled overhead, even as the distant sounds of thudding explosions vibrated forcefully in the ground beneath the snow, the Druid seemed to care little and less in light of the revelation, for none with hearts and souls could care about such things in light of bombshells of the revelatory sort.

'Perspective I guess.... When you sense tiny, dust-like fragments of your sibling's soul on the falling ashes of Ziost, it subconsciously becomes a location-method down the line.... An' the very same method I used to find the bones of the brother I've always known - is the same method I've been relying on recently, utilised in a fruitless search for the brother I met along the way.... Its all just - dark at the moment, so it is.'

Then after turning his gaze away from the silvery-haired Atrisian, the Goidel closed his eyelids, inhaled deep through his nostrils and reopened his eyes to the world around him, exhaling with a slow, shuddering breath before he continued,'This is how I knew I hadn't moved on too soon then, an' this is how I know that something dark is at work here now.... Has to be - its the only way any of this makes sense.', correctly assuming the worst in anticipation as he lowered his line of sight as far as the snow gathering on his boots. Leaving himself wide open to a dangerous, guard-dropping extent, and seemingly caring little and less about his predicament, but beneath that veneer of hopelessness lay an eerily-celestial awareness of the way the revelation was going, a coherence that subconsciously prepared for news of the most tragic sort.

Whatever the Woad was ready to ask next, and though he hoped more than anything that his big brother was alive, well and uncorrupted, he knew the answer would hurt as he inquired,'An' as for when you crossed blades with my brother, I clearly must ask; to which - ah, feth.... To which - banner was my brother adhering at the time?', bracing for the worst news of all. If the Atrisian told him it was the doing of the Sith, the fight would be lost with lasting finality, but what the Goidel hadn't known and would never have expected was the answer that was fated to befall him in the following moments; but in turn, what Ishida didn't know and would never expect, and in all it's unlikeliness, was the sudden surge in ferocity that awaited the harsh, gut-wrenching truth.

For none could console the concurrent reaction, not after eleven years of recovery from the worst grief he ever knew.

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<"Ahan-Kaskim to Sabretooth One! Just patching in to offer my help, and also patching in to let you know this may be our last conversation.... Cairn Two is bringing a hundred men west to provide cover against infantry manoeuvre, with a hundred-and-one staying in Drastarra - and I'll be taking nine-nine out east to the Eastern Burus mountains.">

<"Shazzeke to Warmask Red! Thanks, we appreciate the help.... And as for your task - good luck out there.">

<"Thanks, you too.... And if I don't make it, may the Ancients guide you to the end instead.... Fight well, Sabretooth One! Warmask Red out!">
It had been almost an hour since McBain heard the transmission, and in all that time the Highlander was struck by thoughts on the matter.

Never once even remotely desiring to change his one biggest flaw, the biggest heart of the Brotherhood's armed wing was struck by the fleeting possibility that another good friend in his life would be dead before sunrise, gone before Randall could ever get the chance to protect Varim from the brutalities of war, and to ward off the killer intent of their enemies. Even if it was only time enough to joke and converse with this one a while longer, even if only for as long as he had with those he lost, it was still enough for the Gallowglass, as even the shortest-lived glories were precious in the eyes of all Highland-born soldiers - and especially those of McBain's sort.

All of McBain's contingent were just in the process of taking up mountaintop positions at the time he finally spoke up to himself about the greatest of concerns by then, keeping their speeder-bikes facing eastward in the understanding they would be on the move before long, and as with most things about the Gallowglass, the rest would do so taking their cues from the reactions of their steadfast, reliable Captain. Some would take up in twofold sniper/spotter teams, but others would set up as small fireteams for automatic-fire, mortar and rocket-launcher support, with others going solo or in larger groups still to harry the GADF and Pariahs respectively; though as for McBain, he knew a spotter would be handier, coincidentally having the right individual for the job already there with him by the time the orders had filtered through the comm-link.

'Damnit, Varim!'

The Gallowglass was right to be concerned, as it seemed like splitting off was the worst thing the Brotherhood could have done, as not only were the troop-numbers troubling enough on arrival, but it had become threefold intense on account of the three-way split in question. The Novanians' unprompted acts of esotericism, effective as they had proven to be in the past, (and to near-unquestionable merit) were still just as likely to cost them dearly as any other over-favoured weapon in the Galaxy, and making it worse was the fact the Brotherhood's esoteric chapters knew the true, far-reaching cost of shamanistic blunders in combat. The Priest-King's lessons of his own blunders on Lao-Mon were more than lesson enough, nearly killing Lord Michael from an exploding-Drengir's blast radius alone, along with overturned tanks and uprooting trees adding to the risks in the infantry matters as well, so there was no reason in the slightest to be none the wiser on Neshtab.

'Sir, just got word from Drastarra.... Merrian's going mental on enemy comms apparently, though folks are already saying it could be Mother Melarria - an actual Ancient.... On Neshtab!'
Starting with a growl, though only that which devolved into rueful laughter through gritted teeth, Randall calmed himself eventually to respond,'Ah, feth! Yer jokin', man.... Things are only gonnae get weirder, aren't they?', to which an entirely different sort of laughter rang out in reply. Though in understanding of the scepticism, Sarisan kept his comments to himself and switched on his comm-link and turned the volume up to it's loudest setting, taking a moment of reverent silence as he considered what the Novanian Ancients would have to say on the predicament of their greatest warriors, and only then did he switch over to Merrian's comm-channel - holding to his wordlessness throughout the duration of the automated, repeating message.

<"The Forests, rivers, plains of Novania - sacred though they are and always have been - were once blighted by the Dark forces of the Sith.... And yet, their putrid shadow somehow eventually learned to hold sway.... Over the Jedi? Over the light, even? On a world that was adherent to neither until this very night no less, but now adherent to both as one and the same thing somehow.... What devilry is this?">
'Well.... Wasn't expecting a big, daft deity hingmy to make sense anyways. Bring that speaker a bit closer.'

<"Is nothing sacred to the Jedi any more? Is there nothing of Coruscantine allegiance worth saving now? Or have you become so venomous that your latest heroes are nothing more than Shadow - MASQUERADING IN THE GUISE OF THE LIGHT?!?!?!">

Oh, my.... Wherever Merrian's mind is now, I can only hope she's safe for now.

<"WHAT ARE YOU, JEDI?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU, IF NOT DARTHS IN MONKS' CLOTHING?!?!?! Desecrators - This is what you are.... DESECRATORS!!!!">

By then, it seemed that all the comm-channels for the Novanian element went quiet, all slowly but surely patching in to the Warseer's transmission to the GADF command-centre's most active comm-link frequencies, and Randall was beginning to understand why. Through the dangers and the fighting all around, it was clear that all of the Arkanians under Varim's command were more comfortable hearing words from the pantheon of Archais first before daring to endeavour the impossible, ringing every part as true for the Western and Drastarra warfronts as it was for those veering out eastward instead. After all, the greatest fight of their lives was transpiring before their very eyes, that which dwarfed anything of it's like in 869 ABY, and all the white-eyed warriors knew that every extra morsel of resolve would be needed to prevail by the end of it.

<"Akin to grave-robbers, mausoleum-looters of the very heroes you lost along the way, more vile than the Sith ever were.... YOUR SOULS ARE AS GOOD AS CURSED ALREADY, CONDEMNED BY THE LIVING AND THE DEAD ALIKE!!!! YOU WILL FIND NO MERCY HERE!!!!">

'Damn right.... Damn - fething - right!'

Then without any warning whatsoever, an uproar of wild ululations and raucous outcries of the,"Ea!", chants rang out across the the nearest blizzard-blanketed valleys around them, with Sarisan joining in to Randall's sudden shock; but for the first time, the Gallowglass welcomed these ethno-centric showings of high-morale and aggression, joining with those of his own that were almost immediately met with a wave of replying Goidelic battlecries. Joining adjacently wild with another wild of it's sort as the hills amplified the voices, almost as if there was nothing more natural to do in such an instance, and in this moment McBain knew he wouldn't forget, he quickly realised this was a little sign from his ancestors that there was no harm in dropping wooden procedure for the fluid inventiveness the Goidels were always known for.

This was the way forward, and though his professional instincts were desperately trying to deny his choice, those of genetic nature were already taking deep precedence.

'Aw'right then, Sarisan.... Lets get to work!'

<"Ahan-Brezarn to Battlegroup West! Weapons-free, I repeat - WEAPONS FREE!!!! Lets give these Pariahs a fethin' wake-up call! CHA BHI SINN UILE!!!!">

'CHA BHI SINN UILE!!!! LETS FETHING GO!!!!!'

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TUNNELS OF NESHTAB - APPROACHES TO THE ROYAL HIVE

Manpower: 11739/12000
Objective: III
Allies: Empire | Imps in the Caves | Open to interaction
Enemies: GA & Pariah Legion | Ironhide Ironhide | Others TBD
Engaging: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor

Equipment: Sniper | Rifle | Shotgun | Pistol |
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The Jedi’s second strike was a direct hit.
It came not in the form as a bolt, but instead a cage of electricity that materialized almost instantly around his torso. Already disarmed, the Baron could do little but brace himself before he became a living circuit.

He let out a pained groan as electricity surged through him anew, falling to his knees as his legs failed him. His chest plate in particular was becoming increasingly constrictive, his breathing strained as he struggled to avoid suffocation. He could barely think, his only sensible line of thought focused on getting out of his armor, for so long his sanctuary and refuge.

It would be a necessary sacrifice.

The Baron dug his knees firmly into the frosty stone below and reached down, his arms quivering as he grabbed the lightest weapon in his arsenal. A renewed jolt of pain coursed through his hand as electricity flowed from his armor into the pistol’s grip, threatening to make him drop the weapon. Yet he held firm, his knuckles growing white as he turned his gun on his own chest. He aimed for the upper left, just below his shoulder plate, and pulled the trigger.

The chest plate first cracked and then shattered, immediately relieving the Baron’s strained ribs. At the same time, a searing line of pain shot through FN-999’s upper chest, his bullet lodging itself in his flesh. He stuck a finger into the edge of the hole, praying that he had got the right place. When his finger came out, it was covered in a thin layer of light red. Light red.

His major arteries remained intact. Good.

Now he could give the Jedi a piece of his mind.

My “reality” came and went over eight hundred years ago. Do you think that you are the only “Empire” I have faced in my time? I would call what you are proclaiming “arrogance”, I would even say it is “ignorance”, but it is neither, it is history repeating itself. You contradict yourself with your own men. Hiding behind your need to protect them, failing to see the strength in the fact that you honor your brothers as they honor you. That is on you, and for that, you have my pity.

Either way… my offer stands… leave and I won’t chase you.

“I extend the same offer to you, Jedi.” responded the Baron.

“Perhaps I don’t have centuries of experience as you do, if you speak the truth. Perhaps I don’t have your arcane powers, or any real resistance to them. I might even be arrogant or in denial.”

“But if I abandoned my cause, if I abandoned my fight now, my legion would never forgive me. I would never forgive me.”

“I will not deceive you with false surrenders or concessions. I have every intention of fighting you until one of us falls.”

“If there is any honor in me, as you claim, then that is the most I will give you.”

“Your kind deserve nothing else.”


With the electricity fading, his arms became steady again and FN-999 wasted no time before firing at the man with the remainder of his magazine.
 
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Neshtab, Undercity Outskirts
Allies: With Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania , Other Ironhide Ironhide

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"Yeah," Jasper nodded grimly. "A means to an end."

It was a different kind of animal when compared to the Sith. The Sith took pleasure in suffering, which was disgusting, but the Empire outright turned it into a tool. To that end, there was certainly a different level of disdain that he held for them, even if his dislike of both was equal.

"Alright, let's get moving," he told them. "There should be a hole up ahead that'll place us behind those vehicles, save thirty seven degrees. We should-"

The echoes of explosions began to ring through the tunnels, followed by a rumbling sensation. They had fired on the entrance of the cavern. The explosions didn't stop, however, as the shacking grew more so above them.

"Artillery," the knight deduced. "They're trying to bury us. Let's move."

The caverns would begin to cave, at least from the entrance that they had taken, but it held firm enough as they rushed through the icy corridors below the battlefield above. Jasper, of course, made sure that Cora and the two Marines were in the front, lest they be the ones who end up crushed in a collapse. He didn't want a repeat of Ilum. As they came to an exit, a wave of relief washed over him. They were a few hundred meters out from where they had been, closer to the objective point. The other three marines were, of course, much further ahead by now.

The relief didn't last long. A moment of anxiety, followed by abrupt chaos. A chunk of the ceiling near the exit fell, just above one of the marines. In a moment of split second reaction, Jasper leapt to push him out of the way, as a force push would send him into a wall. The last thing he wanted was for the marine to be killed by such an impact that being thrown into the wall would surely cause. The knight braced himself for sudden pain...

After no more than a few seconds, Jasper's right leg had been crushed from the knee down.

Further towards the Imperial objective, 200 meters out from the tank unit their counterpart had previously engaged, the other three marines would fire off their warheads from the cover of a rock. Across the battlefield, around 220 meters behind the unit, the other two Marines would do the same after taking a moment to make sure their Jedi knight hadn't just died. Jasper, not being one to hesitate, quickly drew his lightsaber and cut his leg free as this happened.

"Okay, bad news," Jasper told Cora bluntly. "My leg is broken."

Internally, he was swearing a lot.


 


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Objective: III - Wipe Them Out. All of Them.
Location: Subterranean Tunnels, Neshtab
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Dionus’ massive hulk would crash down with surprising speed, but his foe would move just as he followed through. His pike ripped through the stonework Val was occupying just a moment earlier, and in yet another few moments his senses screamed at him from behind. He pivoted on his left foot, thus pulling the right side of his body away from the path of the strike. He could only escape the quick counter so well however, as the tip of her saber blade singed the outer layer of his armor; causing sparks to fly as its lining reacted with the energy from her lightsaber.

Then, in one fluid motion, his hands ripped the blade from the stone and rotated about, only to come about in a vicious upward slash meant to disarm her. Dionus eyes met with Valery’s, a faint snarl on his lips as he said: “What business do you have here, Jedi?” His voice was ladened with contempt, as if betraying the past the Knight Commander carried with him. “Have you found common cause with the arch-enemy like your Silver Jedi brethren did? Have you sold your values so cheaply?

With a roar, the formidable Knight broke the lock the two warriors found their blades within with a viscous and overpowering swipe, spinning about with an unnatural speed as he followed up with an upward slash and a forceful kick aimed at her center mass.


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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,


When a Jedi is taught about combat, they learn not just about life, not just about foes, but they learn about themselves. Are you naturally aggressive? Do you feel empathy towards conflict and lay down your arms in the hopes your foe will lay down theirs? Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor had figured out long ago that the Jedi who felt that he had nothing left to learn are kidding themselves. Even today as he stood watching this individual, standing across from him extoll his own sense of honor, it was evident that you should never stop understanding those around you.

He would have to pay more attention to the “electro” side as he was only trying to crush the man’s chestpiece, not electrocute him.

You have your ideals and motivations as I have mine, and my questioning only insults that. I get it.

Then he began to shed his under armour. Yes, his clothing remained as it should, but even his weapons, his lightsabers were on the ground. Why? Was this some showing that they were on different levels? No, Caltin Vanagor had never considered himself different from anyone, other than maybe the “gigantic pain in the ass” that was his connection to the Force. It would serve him nothing to do anything less right now. Make no mistake, the big man was prepared if the ambush sprung and the rest of “Nines”’ forces jumped in. but he was going to give this Stormtrooper as close a “fair fight” as he could.

I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror if I did not act the same way.

Cracking his knuckles and his neck, the big man just waved for the Trooper who was already reaching for his rifle. Caltin did not care if FN-999 used his weapons, they were irrelevant, Caltin would not use the two on the ground. He had others he could use if he wanted to. Of course the trooper did user us rifle, emptying the magazine. It took a lot of concerted speed through the Force, but Caltin was able to dodge a good portion of the shots. I say "a good portion" because there was no two ways about it, the quarters were too close and "9"s was able to land a few. One was a flesh wound in the shoulder, one was shrapnel from a hit in the wall and the final a superficial "burn" from a "somewhat" failed Tutaminis attempt. The projectile was stopped and blocked, so the skill was effective, but not efficient as against blasters.

The only question left was how wounded was he? His body, or just his pride?

Especially by he was giving.

Fight til' one of us falls? Alright. We can either do this with fists... or I can destroy your weapons before you have the chance to use them.

Even Jedi get annoyed.

TAG: FN-999 | Michael Barran Michael Barran | @Hall Mannarra


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"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
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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)
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Politics was the bane of any professional soldier.

If it were up to Thaddeus they would have wiped the Maw off the map already. Then moved on to the Imperials. But, the Senate moved like a geriatric toddler, both erratic as well as eternally late to the field. Last he heard they finally started getting all their noses in the same direction. Yes, the Imperials are a threat. No, just simple diplomatic maneuvering wouldn't make it go away.

This mess over Neshtab was the latest evidence of it.

"They are emboldened." Thaddeus finally spoke after giving the room some time to marinate over the Major's words. "We should have been more forceful in our previous encounters."

This was easier said than done.

When politics expected you to fight with one arm behind your back? Well, it was the grunt in the trenches that got karked.

"I have faith in General Ridor's assessment. If the Senate has an issue with her on-the-field analysis they can take it up with me." A wry smile there, because that seemed to be a big chunk of his job these days. Supreme Commander of the GADF. It sounded excellent. An initiative to finally streamline the Alliance's military into an effective force.

They didn't tell him he was being promoted to be professional chit-catcher however.

"The Imperials might have learned lessons from Yinchorr, but the Director is right. They overreached. It is one thing to annex an unwilling populace when they don't have to worry about their neighbors meddling." He pointed towards the map with a curt gesture. "Now they have to deal with native rebellion and us."

He glanced towards his Director next.

"Speaking of- how are SIA operations on Neshtab, Director?"

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THE DIRECTOR IN THE ERA OF RECLAMATION
CORUSCANT | LOCATION CONFIDENTIAL
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M saw no qualm with the Major’s explanation, and sought no further answers from the holoprojector that was supposed to be a Togruta.

“Leaders of The Collective have met resistance from both Imperial forces and, it would seem, local usurpers. We have two shuttles out from the hot zone with one more attempting takeoff. Our decoys remain unfound. As of now, Fort Netus remains standing and the link to Wanderer is maintained. We still have communication control.”

A message from one of her decoys in Fort Netus read as terminated, the final update on locations patched through. She frowned, and tapped it, sending an outbound request for an update from Elena Lowe and Dominik Borra Dominik Borra to the rest of Task Force Null's progress.

The Director had no desire to discuss with this many people the steps she’d taken in the case the Galactic Alliance could not keep a grip on Nesthab, and if the planet fell into Imperial Authority.

But, she could perhaps influence them to a similar conclusion.

“However, it would be prudent for us to discuss how The Alliance intends to respond in the event of The Empire’s hostile takeover of Neshtab succeeding.

While this is not a direct attack on an Alliance-held planet, like Ilum was, this is a direct interference.”


For a moment, she paused, and peered at something on her datapad. Another live update. She made a gesture with her wrist, and the large hologram projection of the supposed battlefield of Neshtab updated with the new information. The location of some ships, and the size of fleets, adjusted to fit the new margins.

“In addition to Major Ocano’s idea of posturing and strengthening, we should consider the possibilities of leveraging the advantage of our current presence on Neshtab. If The Empire takes it, give them something in return. Leave behind an impact that makes them think twice about nuisancing along our borders.”



ALLIES | GALACTIC ALLIANCE HIGH COMMAND | Thaddeus Wyse Thaddeus Wyse | Teshi Ocano Teshi Ocano
 

Amani froze in place as she saw the source of her concerns: A squadron of troopers clad in black, spearheaded by a man whose presence echoed through the ethereal Force. She peered sharply at the intruders, stone-faced, as if simply unamused by the circumstance.

“Just tired,” Amani droned in response to the Knight’s presumptions. Her gaze flicked from him to his cadre of troopers, who quickly turned to leave. Not content to let them escape and wreak havoc uncontested, the Jedi’s free hand clenched, causing a gust of telekinetic energy to whip two of the rear troopers into one another with violent force. Unlikely enough to kill, but without any resistances to such an attack, they wouldn’t be getting off the ground any time soon.

With that, her focus then fell solely to the remaining Knight once again, “Respectfully, you don’t know a thing about me,” Amani snarked, now slowly pacing parallel to him. Given her tone, the word respectfully meant very little in this context. His empty accusations only affirmed her disposition, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” There were few things as insufferable to her as Imperial audacity.

Amani’s saber pike ignited, a radiant beam of silvery white that illuminated the nearest walls. Her grip loosened, letting the haft slide down for extra reach, but otherwise remained defenselessly at her side, “Come on, then.” The Jedi goaded. And sure enough, the first strike was made. Amani braced against the initial impact, sliding back across the floor but remaining on her feet. His follow-up was quick but telegraphed. She raised her songsteel haft, deftly blocking the blade, letting it slide off as she countered with a sweeping horizontal cut at his midsection.



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




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Varos’ lightsaber slashed into Amani’s, both beams of energy coalescing for a moment until the Jedi slid the clash free and countered with a horizontal cut meant to cleave Varos in two. With the deft reflexes of a Serennan-born duelist, Varos leaned backward, allowing the tip of her saber blade to slash mere centimeters away from his frame. He ducked and spun, bringing his left foot into a wide kick aimed at catching her forward ankle. Whether the strike found purchase or otherwise, Varos would rise from his kick in another spin, this time coming out of it with an opening series of attacks from his lightsaber.

The first would come in quickly, like the razor-sharpened leg of an acklay intent on bisecting a prospective meal. The intensive beam of energy would rip down from his shoulder targeting her right side. Whether blocked or riposted, the force behind his blow would be deceptively light as he would redirect and spin under the strike to come in low, in an attempt to disembowel Amani where she stood.

Even as battle was being joined, the Knight Inquisitor showcased no emotion as the force flowed through him, whereas he could feel the contempt ladened within his Jedi opponent. A faint smirk lined his lips: “I may not know you, Jedi - but I know those who fight alongside you. I know that your order claims to fight for peace and the preservation of light in the darkness, yet you stand all too willing to harbor those who carry darkness deep within themselves.”

Their sabers would clash again, white on white in a sobering reminder of servants from formerly allied orders fighting against one another. The light shone faintly against his face, dispelling the shadow on his face even as his eyes met hers. “I’ve seen it for myself... whether or not you choose to believe me is irrelevant. I am at peace with the cause I fight for.”


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Tag: Dionus Bharro Dionus Bharro

Tiny sparks of molten metal lit up the two fighters after Valery's blade had grazed along the outer layer of his armor. It was hardly a hit to consider useful or be proud of, but with each move they made, she was reading into the flow of the fight better and better. Analyzing it to plan for movements and attacks that were ultimately going to make a difference.

Then, with a powerful swing of the Saberpike, Dionus ripped his blade up from the ground and sent it flying towards Valery, who had twisted her body back and caught the weapon with a steady block. She had fought against Pikes before, and even instructed students to use one a long time ago, so she was aware of its advantages, but also its disadvantages. To transfer strength through a longer, heavy hilt was no easy task when the opponent could apply that Force with leverage much closer to the point of contact.

He seemed aware of that himself and broke free with another swipe, which he used to also generate enough momentum for an upwards swing aimed at her. In response, Valery leaned back and kept her weapon in a guard close to her body, thereby choosing to evade the weapon, rather than allow it to slam into her defense with significant power. The kick that quickly followed, however, she couldn't block anymore, and the impact sent her sliding back several feet.

"Must you talk so much?" Valery sighed and gritted her teeth as the Force aided her to suppress the tremor of pain that echoed through her body, but she was quickly moving to retaliate again. With an immense burst, she accelerated towards the Knight Commander, her body twisted at the core to generate power, and with a heavy swing, she aimed to sweep her blades across his body again.

However, right as the blades were about to connect with either his weapon or body, Valery tapped into the Force and no physical contact was made, as she made the attempt to phase her way through her enemy. It brought her behind the man, hopefully with him off-balanced from believing he'd be meeting her in another clash, and now she could really draw on the advantage of her saberstaff. She didn't need to bring her entire weapon around to strike or block and just thrust the rear blade backward in an attempt to drive the violet blade through his back.


 
She hadn't liked this assignment.

Sure, Verin hardly knew Sabo (one drunk night of revelry did not a friend make), but well enough spying on her seemed wrong. The Director had been clear however. Sabo was a new entity and they needed to make sure this asset would operate with peak efficiency. If something went wrong, they'd have to be assisted.

In a way it was similar to the story Verin had told her during the party.

M always made sure her agents had enough back-up in the field.

This was the only hint Cordé got that something shifted. Her commlink switched on and a robotic voice slipped into the feed.

establishing connection, protocol void. standby.

This was wrong, of course. Sabo was supposed to be on a solitary mission. There shouldn't be anyone close enough to connect to her. Especially not with Protocol Void. A short-range quantum entanglement link that allowed Task Force Null to communicate with one another in duress. Subdermal implants and communicators allowed for almost imperceptible communication.

Expensive.

Painful surgery too.

Before Cordé could react? A familiar voice filtered into her skull. "Ola, C." The sobering drawl of Verin would creak dryly and relaxed. "Seems like you could use some assistance."

A crackle on her side interrupted the signal for a brief moment.

Verin peered at the monitor. Hm. Seemed the assailants were having some difficulty with the two-pass of vacuum and heavy bulk doors. Luckily from her position, a maintenance corridor with a direct spliced connection to a security terminal above her, she could redirect a trickle of oxygen. Not enough to be luxurious, but enough to keep her lungs going.

"I can buy you time for extraction or you can have an additional gun next to you. Up to you which it is."

She seemed rather confident in both offers.
 



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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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Saltstained with anguish, the man who’d lured her to the ice was ready to drop to his knees. And she’d barely lifted a finger. She remained silent, listless, through the unravelling of the heir who’d lost, and gained, and lost the reins to his inheritance a few times over. Emotion throbbed and thrilled around and within him. In watching, she saw the undoings of her own experience. The loss, the disorientation, the fist-clenching, the sabre-wavering, the sheer shake that tremoured through more than his core, his worldview.

The youngest Barren, however, wasn’t as fortunate as she. She'd had a reunion with her brother under merry circumstances. She could see that Michael was slowly, so slowly, coming to the realization that he would have no such luck.

The war that raged on around them paled in contrast to the war within Thomas’ next-of-kin. Ishida exhibited patience unseen by the world, and her sabre stayed unlit.

'An' as for when you crossed blades with my brother, I clearly must ask; to which - ah, feth.... To which - banner was my brother adhering at the time?',

Ishida remained silent for several heartbeats. Her breath plumed white and thick with every exhalation. Only The Force helped keep the cold at bay. A trickle of black dread seeped through her, understanding the gravity of fate at this moment. The shatterpoint had shifted from him, and all his family’s connections, controversy and strife, to her temporarily.

How could she stave it?

Her goal was to incapacitate the leader of the opposition, to render this Barran inadequate to continue in his position for the duration of his occupation of Neshtab. Could she do it with words alone?

A difficult task for the laconic.

Her expression became more grim, and she focused on Michael’s apparent cathexis.

“The only banner that could make sense of the darkness at work of which you speak.”

She lifted her chin and considered taking a step back but didn't.

"You know it."

This was still a battle scenario, and she couldn't allow discomfort to triumph, but the tension that gathered around the presence of The Wanderer was becoming clouded, so clouded, and the shatterpoint quivered dangerously in the point between them.

The pause she allowed was long enough for him to draw conclusions, and Ishida was always in favour of putting people out of their misery sooner rather than later. Usually with a sword, but the tongue was mightier than — ugh. Okay.


"He follows the legacy of The Mongrel, and leads The Scarhounds."



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


 
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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

The plan worked reasonably well.

It was clear that the sniper was blinded for a moment, as no one else from her squad got picked off from afar and her sprint had carried her much closer to her target.

But just before she rounded the bend, her thermal picked up a warm body on the other side. Flattening herself against the cave wall, she was just in time for a plasma bolt to miss her by a mere inch. A second bolt quickly followed before a Marine barely came into view. Not wasting time on bringing her rifle to her shoulder, Mischa instead lashed out with the butt of the rifle toward the Marine's head.

She didn't expect it to connect, but it did. The Marine's head snapped back at the impact before he fell to the ground, limp like a deboned fish but still alive. Before she could stop herself, she was on her knees next to the unconscious Alliance soldier to remove the helmet.

Relief left her body in a sigh as the unconscious face on the ground wasn't him. Was she going soft? Putting her teammates in danger by not going directly for a kill?
"Get it together, Misch." she mumbled to herself before getting to her feet to continue her way up to where the original sniper shot had come from.

It didn't take long for her to sneak onto the ledge, where the prone figure of a Marine sharpshooter was splayed out, ready to line up another shot down the tunnel.

That single glance as she got onto the ledge had her raising her rifle without hesitation to fire a shot at his precision rifle with the hopes of knocking it off balance or out of his hand. Whatever followed after, she would deal with as it came.

As long as that sight is off her team.

 

FN-999

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908th Legion - "The Reborn”
TUNNELS OF NESHTAB - APPROACHES TO THE ROYAL HIVE​

Manpower: 11682/12000
Objective: III
Allies: Empire | Imps in the Caves | Open to interaction
Enemies: GA & Pariah Legion | Open to engagement
Engaging: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor

Equipment: Sniper | Shotgun | Pistol | Flamethrower

Fight til' one of us falls? Alright. We can either do this with fists... or I can destroy your weapons before you have the chance to use them.

The man was spittin’ facts.
As much as Nines hated to concede to his enemies, he had to begrudgingly accept the situation as presented by the Jedi. He had already proven himself to be very powerful in the Force, having disarmed the Baron and nearly forced his hand without making a single physical attack. If the Jedi could disarm him as fast as he armed himself, then it was Nines who was at a disadvantage.

“Very well.” replied the Baron. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”

He lowered his pistol and flung it to his right, the weapon landing far out of his reach. Next, he pulled out his flamethrower and dropped it to his left. His shotgun and sniper followed in quick succession.

FN-999 then peeled off the remnants of his arm and leg armor, shedding it until he wore only his undersuit.

He began to stride towards the Jedi.

The Baron reached deep down and began the familiar process of harnessing his anger. The man and his kind were little more than sadistic hypocrites, high on their savior complexes and enabled by their inherent privilege. The Jedi claimed to love peace and yet had not flinched at slaughtering thousands of his comrades over the years.

Worse yet, the Jedi were as willing as the Sith to toss away civilian lives if said civilians were not their allies. For all their talk about helping the desperate and the needy, not a single Jedi had come to relieve Dosuun’s millions during The Fall. Not a single Jedi had come to Csilla to prevent the planet’s destruction at the hands of the Maw. As far back as the blatant terrorist strikes on both Death Stars centuries ago, the Jedi had shown little care for all but a small set of lives.

The Baron’s was not one of them.

It was with this knowledge that he swung his right fist towards the Jedi’s skull at lightning-fast speed.
 
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,


When a Jedi is taught about combat, they are taught about multiple “weapons” in their proverbial arsenal, and one of them is psychology. This is something that Caltin Vanagor took to like a Nerf to grazing. Being able to size up your opponents by their mannerisms can do nothing but help you in your preparation. This trooper, as he shed his armor (something he did not have to do) was a man of ideals and principles. Sure they may have different mindsets to their core, but Caltin could respect him for who he was. This is what made war as complicated as it was. You are not fighting to die for your cause, you are fighting so that some poor soul on the other side could die for his own. You may not agree with their mindsets but there are innocent lives behind enemy lines… so to speak.

Even back in the day with the original Galactic Empire, it was hard to think about the cost of “victory” in those days as the loss of life was immeasurable. Today things were different to be sure… though the people of Csilla would say differently. That was a tragedy he wanted to help try to stop, but was too unaware of the galactic layout at the time to fully understand who was where and on what side. No use dwelling on that though as it could be considered “an excuse” by anyone who did not know him.

The Lightning fist hit him square, and his head canted to the left as he felt a tooth chip. Spitting out the fragment as he eyed his opponent (is he really a “foe” right now?), the big man simply said, not really any worse for wear..

Do you feel better about yourself now? Did you strike a blow for your people? You can still walk away. We can even say you “won” this fistfight. I’ve done all I can to make it “fair”... but soon I’m going to end up with no other choice.

During a moment that one would think you would not have one, Caltin gained a moment of clarity. He was big on distraction, mainly in the sense that he was big on being the distraction one so obviously there to take up attention and space that opponents had to make a choice that they knew that should not have had to happen. They would have to either address him, and forgo any possibility of his allies operating elsewhere, or ignore him looking for allies and hope he does not advance his own objectives. His moment of clarity came when Caltin wondered whether or not that was going on here. Did “9”’s send his troops away honorably? Or to find another way while he distracted the big bad Jedi?

Why not? The man is clearly intelligent…

One second… I just had a thought.

Pulling his right vambrace to him through the Force, Caltin sent a message out to others in the area.

Code:
Vanagor to all Jedi and Alliance forces in the area. 

Be on the lookout for a large contingent of the Imperial
Stormtroopers headed potentially headed away from my
location. 

Sending Coordinates now.

Throwing it back, he turned his attention back on the armorless trooper.

Sorry about that, just to be transparent, I sent out a “blast” message to be on the lookout for your troops in case they are moving as you are keeping me here. Not being paranoid, or saying you would do this personally, but I would be remiss if I did not prepare for contingencies.

Cracking his knuckles and his neck, Caltin squared up.

Last chance to end this peacefully. I’m stronger, faster and have more abilities than you. Please do not leave me with no other choice.


TAG: FN-999 | Michael Barran Michael Barran | @Hall Mannarra


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"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)
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"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
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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Commodore Cynthia Alucard
Objective One:
Hammer and Anvil
Actions: Engaging Imperial Forces with entire Battle-Group


Cyn remained motionless, the only evidence she was even alive were her occasional blinks and slow rise of her chest whenever she breathed. Her eyes remained steady on the holographic tactical map being projected in front of her, red dots and green dots, larger triangles and squares moving slightly slower or faster than one another.

Sadly there are far too many red dots than green ones for my liking Cyn mused a bit childishly. The situation for her X-Wings were looking a bit dire, presently she wasn’t comfortable rating their combat performance above more than average; but all the same with the added assistance of the Patrol Craft the scale should be somewhat balanced.

If only I was out there with my own squadmates. . . The nostalgia of breathing through her flight suit’s oxygen tank, and the long combat missions forcing her to later breathe scrubbed old air. If not for the tactical screen displaying even more red dots Cyn might have reminisced on her memories for a bit longer.

“Have the remaining escorts and Starfighters to assist, I want at least our sector silenced by any more TIE screams.” Cyn ordered, her voice breaking the near silence around her and the Comm Officers nearly jumping to relay her commands to the rest of her battlegroup.

The current circumstance required a much heavier price to pay, but Cyn knew how to pay it and sleep soundly afterwards. She never was much of a believer in large Capital vessel combat, in her mind the future were smaller and faster ships that dared to walk the line of high risk and high reward.

Perhaps it was the TIE Pilot history of Cyn that biased her thinking against the larger behemoth, but as it stood when the smallest ammunition like missiles could cripple even the largest dreadnoughts. . . Well, they make perfect taxi services for us pilots and soldiers. Cyn choked down her chuckle as she watched the last of her carrier’s escorts and starfighters race to reinforce their comrades.

“Have our flack systems ready and primed, I want us completely clouded as if it was a second and third shield.” Cyn ordered, with three carrier’s worth of anti-starfighter flak weapons, their overlapping field of fire would prove to be a rather thick and prickly bush of thorns for any enemy fighters and bombers.

Don’t want a missile to cripple me either.

“Sir.” One of the Comm Officers steeled himself as he approached Cynthia. “We have communications being sent from our forward fleet near the planet.” He paused for a moment, his eyes glanced elsewhere, “-The Senator onboard seemed to be sending the Imperials a message.”

Cyn for her part had finally torn her eyes away from the tactical map, “Wait, you mean we have a member of the Senate in direct threat of the larger Imperial fleet forces?” Cyn turned her attention back to the tactical display, her eyes quickly trying to find a possible egress. It would be a shame to have a dead Senator be anywhere near my track record for command.

“Have the Carriers move to provide cover, once we’re over the planet it’ll provide us with the necessary opportunity.” Cyn ordered, her eyes narrowed as she relaxed her hands and allowed them to hang by her sides. “-Then have our B-Wings engage the larger capital ships of the Imperial fleet.”

Time to offer up another sacrifice. . .
 

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