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

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The Imperial avoided her attack with practiced reflexes, responding with a sweep at her leg. A kick might not have been her first guess, but Amani was able to block the attack by simply bracing her foot. The hit still managed to shift her footing, and perhaps with a less skilled Jedi, it would've been enough to throw off her balance entirely. But as Varos would quickly learn, her defenses were ironclad.

The follow-up strike was blocked, and the haft of her staff angled to block the second as well with little other movement necessary. She was careful and conservative, never wasting more energy than was necessary to remain untouched. Amani pushed off and pointed her saber forward like a spear, offering a long thrust that used her reach advantage to keep him at distance.

"Sorry if I don't put much stock in moral lectures from an Imperial," She snipped, taking a single step forward to force him back or be skewered, "You're the same as your old masters. Just with a fresh coat of paint." Sith or no Sith. Their agendas led down the same roads.
 

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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: Big meaty FISTS

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.

“It took you long enough.” muttered Nines in reply.
“My only goal is to keep you here for as long as I can.” reiterated the Baron. “Thanks to your freakish powers, the Jedi are a pretty big threat to regular soldiers. Nothing destroys a green company faster than a Jedi who knows what they’re doing. In my twenty years of experience on the battlefield, I have found that this is the better strategy. Veteran against veteran.”

“I don’t care if you’re bigger, stronger, or whatever else you claim to be. Hell, even your powers don’t matter that much. I do not truly think I can kill someone of your caliber. That is not my goal.”

“All I need to do is keep you distracted for the next half hour.”


Martyrdom was only fitting for the man who had abandoned peace.

The Baron ended his monologue with a blow aimed at the chest.


<<Copy that, any reinforcement needed?>>

[Affirmative. Enter the facility north-northwest and follow my transmitted coordinates. Lay low and contact me on site.]

Dromos promptly proceeded to input his present coordinates into his comms and upload them via secure encryption to the clone outside.

“Now let’s clear shop.” called Dromos.

The squad vanished once more, invisible to the naked eye. They followed a set of schematics given to them by Doreau spies, now approaching the very center of the fort.

Their destination? The Wanderer’s host.

The server room itself was lightly guarded, and a shot to the back of the head each was enough to take out all four sentries. The door to the room was sturdily built and strongly reinforced, but it was far from invincible.

Five grueling minutes of drill cutting later, they were inside.
 
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. Not just the type of psychology you can read, like reading on someone’s face and the type that you can project onto others. Yeah, Vanagor did think that there was more to this trooper than the simple actions of an agent of the Empire and he still does. However he was not gullible, the massive Jedi Master did not believe that the troops would up and go home. He just forgot about them until now.

Meh… it slipped my mind.

When his theory was confirmed, a tiny smile crept across his face, and in that he caught the attempted blow to his chest with an open hand. Gripping the troopers fist, Caltin simply said:

That last shot was free. Anyone from this point on will cost you.

“Freakish powers”? Maybe, but Vanagor was going to use his strength to throw the Baron above, over and away from him. This throw was nothing the Imperial veteran would not get up from, probably irritated by it as well, but it gave them space and Vanagor the chance to slowly walk towards him. He left Vanagor no choice, this was where they were now and everything would be on him.

You talk like “us Jedi” rely too much on the Force and nothing else. You might be right in some cases, but there is more to us than a lightstick or some nifty abilities. You don’t get a lot of things about us but you know what the biggest thing you don’t get is? You know what none of you understand? The Jedi are not a neat little firebird emblem. The Jedi are not a Temple, not a series of Temples either. We are not a mass of thousands of Force wielding warriors and not just one small Twi’Lek, we are not just one huge human either. We are a belief, a belief that no one is better than another. Just because I am a "Master" does not make me better than my Padawans, it does not make me better than you either. It's an ideal that power comes from not needing to show it all the time. Nothing wrong with standing up for the weak and/or protecting your borders, but this? This is weakness. We are an ideal that has outlasted I don’t know how many “Sith Empires”, “Galactic Empires”, “Sovereign Galactic Empires”, “Brotherhoods”, “Bryn’aduls”,,, all of you. We’ll be around long after you think you will.

Reaching out, Vanagor grabbed “9”s pistol and crushed it through the Force, The rifle was free to grab.

Go ahead… use it… if you expect to last even close to a half hour, you’ll need it. Frell, get me monologuing like that you might last the rest of the day at this point...

Arrogance? Actually no, “Matter of Fact”

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

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This guy could be alright. The supreme commander had always been known for being a pen-pusher, some relic of the past with cotton in his hears. Wyse's assessment had her gunning to move. It was time for the alliance to retake what was rightfully theirs- and the Imperial's wouldn't be free of the Starbird's wrath, either. That candor deflated in the slightest with the Director's suggestion. It felt slimy, dishonorable; from a tactical standpoint, the Major could find no cause to reject the notion. A gulp pushed down the hesitancy. War was not pretty, and no advantage should be rejected because of morals.

"Yes," Teshi agreed, though with far less zeal. "I'm sure the Agency has made preparations for such a situation. If we can find a way to get orders to my team, we have engineers in the field... While it will be short range on such short notice, a listening post could be thrown together."

An eyebrow raised with inquiry towards the Supreme Commander.

"I feel it... prudent, with the evolving situation, and our need for proximity, that we restation Steel Blade's sector stronghold. Carida is too far for comfort, Neshtab too close to Coruscant and the Maw's corridor. Ord Antalaha, perhaps?"
 

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

Manpower: 11642/12000
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 | Rifle (Bigfoot) | Shotgun | Flamethrower

One second, Nines was swinging his fist.

The next, he was tossed across the tunnel.
On instinct, the Baron swung into a somersault, landing on all fours meters away from the Jedi. Without the protection of his armor, it was not a pleasant impact, and his arms in particular ached with the force of a sudden collision.

Still, it was better than lying prone on the ground.

Nines began to urgently weigh his options. The Jedi was approaching, fast. He easily outclassed the Baron at melee and medium range thanks to his Force-enhanced muscles and lightning strikes respectively. With his jetpack discarded, engaging at range would be nearly impossible. The only option left was close range. But his shotgun was over ten meters behind him, and it was more likely than not that he would be electrocuted if he attempted to run back and grab it.

Will I become a martyr today?

The thought rang through the Baron’s head as if announced through a loudspeaker. From the very beginning, Nines had not expected to defeat the Jedi. Now that they had launched their opening moves, his confidence had only further diminished. This man was a Jedi Master, the type who had single-handedly destroyed entire armies with their insane talents. He’d be lucky if he could buy the 908th even ten of the thirty minutes they needed to tighten the noose on the Hive.

Yet the Baron did not shake, did not quiver with fear or turn tail and flee. For he had just as much to fight for as the Jedi claimed he did. The Empire, the harbinger of order and stability in a galaxy of chaos. An Empire that had given the chance to redeem himself, a way out of the ruins of the First Order he had spent so much of his life serving. He had made countless new friends and allies, from his co-commanders in the Stormtrooper Corps to the Empire’s most senior politicians.

Among them all, in the end his thoughts came back to Bigfoot. The last of the Big Ten to stay with Nines, the last of the First Order batch, the last of the survivors of Dosuun and Borosk and a thousand more battles. His lieutenant to the end. But also, a friend. The closest he ever had, and likely the closest he ever will have. So many memories shared his name, so many experiences that the Baron would never forget.

For Bigfoot and all the rest, he would hold the line.

“It’s up to you now.” muttered the Baron. “Bigfoot, uphold our legacy.”

FN-999 strode forwards towards the Jedi, his weapons forgotten. Not that they would make much of a difference, aside from the shotgun far beyond his reach.

In all, the Baron had lived thirty-four tumultuous years.

It was far more than he could have ever hoped for.

All of a sudden, something hard hit him from behind.

His shotgun.


“Don’t you die on me yet. We’ve still got to hook you up, don’t you forget that!”

Bigfoot.

The man himself stood behind the Baron, holding his discarded rifle and placing a new magazine inside.


“Also, screw you. This arm probably won’t heal for another week. I’m only fine now because I’ve got a river of bacta under this bucket.”

Nines was rendered speechless. He had no time to ask for an explanation, not when continued combat was seconds away. Sending him away would distract both of them and then they’d both be dead.

Bigfoot had effectively forced Nines’ hand.


“This guy’s a Jedi Master with Heavenshield strength and crazy strong lightning.” explained the Baron. “Fire at distance and I’ll engage from shotgun range.”

A nod from his friend’s bucket was all the confirmation he needed.

FN-999’s shotgun was already fully loaded, so he wasted no time pointing it at the Jedi and letting loose a cloud of buckshot. At the same time, Bigfoot fell back meters behind Nines and fired from range with his commander’s discarded rifle.

But would it be enough to stop a Jedi Master?
 

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Objective: OBJECTIVE 2: BLACKOUT;
Besiege the mountain stronghold to capture or kill the key persons of interest.
Location: Fort Netus, Mount Issus, Neshtab.
Proximity tag: FN-999 || Cordé Sabo Cordé Sabo

After a few seconds of hesitation, EC-644-21 again adjusted the camouflage patterns of his armor to blend in with the fort, took his BKM-62x Particle Beam Rifle and carefully followed the Shadows instruction to enter. Well, it was easy to get in there, he only had to kill three guards with it's vibroblade to get in.

EC-644-21 quickly followed the coordinates, sweeping any resistance to him with the vibroblade he had. EC-644-21 couldn't use his rifle or it would bust his positions, making his chances of dying way higher. And as he was walking through the corridors, he saw several ennemy soldiers at his right, enough to make a soldier like him nervous.


"What the Hell..? That's worse than a battery of clankers.. Y'know what? I'll give these brats a lesson." After saying this, EC-644-21 would get a thermal detonator from his several pouches, activating it then launching it at the enemies, they'd see EC-644-21 then the detonator.. Not even a second to scream and they dieds, parts of weapons and what once were enemies died.

There would be a lot of smoke, and several others detonations.
Guess they also had grenades. EC-644-21 thought before continuing, well, several alarms blared and reinforcement came to where the clone was before forming a perimeter of security. The enemies got distracted to these corridors while the Clone already arrived to the coordinates.

Once he arrived on site, he'd contact Dromos in a swift and quiet move before reading the coordinates. <<I'm at the coordinates, it's pretty dark out here.>>

 



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: Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx
  • (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%

  • Engaging ‘The Hallowed’
    • (1) Pellaeon SD
      • NIV Niruaun
    • (2) New Imperial SDs
      • NIV Triumph
      • NIV Bastion
    • (3) Gurkha Corvettes
      • NIV Wasp
      • NIV Lament
      • NIV Ouroboros
    • (2) Vandal Corvettes
      • NIV Blood Crow
      • NIV Moras

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
    • 64/64/0 - TIE Outlanders
    • 144/144/0 - TIE Drones
    • 48/48/0 - TIE Interceptors
Deployment Totals


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“...as though a third fleet is engaging the 400th Bal Talmshaa, and the Galactic Alliance has fully committed to the battle in orbit.” The tactical officer finished his report, with Ignacious placing thumb and forefinger over his chin pensively. Abruptly, the communications officer’s voice chimed in:

“They are transmitting a message to our vanguard - patching it through sir.”

"To the Imperial vessels in orbit of Neshtab,"

"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."

Silence permeated the bridge as Ignacious digested the words, only for the moment of pause to be broken by a faint smile on his lips.

“Admiral Feros... bring the 43rd Battlegroup to battle stations, and make way for Neshtab with all haste.”

“Aye sir.” Sirens began echoing throughout the Ave Imperator, all of which were echoed throughout every frigate, corvette, and star destroyer in the fleet. The orbital space over Archais was abuzz with activity as the fleet hanging over the border world arrayed itself for departure - and not a moment too soon. In a matter of minutes, the ships would finalize their position and report back to the flagship.

“All ships reporting green sir, ready for departure.”

Ignacious gave a nod to the waiting Rear Admiral, who in turn gave the order. Then, in an instant, dozens of Imperial vessels surged into lightspeed...

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Location: Neshtab Battle Space

Abruptly, at the far side of the engagement zone between the Imperial fleet, Hallowed forces, and the wayward forces of the Galactic Alliance - a massive reserve fleet of Imperial ships warped in on the other side of the planet, threatening the Alliance-rear. An imposing battleline would present itself at the Alliance flank, composed in a diamond formation that ascended upward to the center, then back down at the rear.

The ‘front’ of the formation was comprised of (4) Onager II-class Star Destroyers, which were flanked on either side by a formation of (1) Valiant-class Star Destroyer accompanied by a pair of Tirailleur-class frigates and Gurkha-class support corvettes on either side.

The center of the formation would be anchored by a pair of Pellaeon IV-class Star Destroyers flanking on either side the massive bulk of the fleet’s flagship itself - the battlecruiser known as the Ave Imperator herself. The fringes of the formation would be comprised of the remainder of the Gurkha class corvettes supported by Vandal-class variants, with the rear guard formed by a trio of New Imperial-class Star Destroyers.

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TIE Fighters would swarm from within the bowels of the Imperial armada - a mixture of drones, outlanders, and interceptors all gathering in-formation and surging toward the planet itself. The Grand Moff examined the holographic display of the engagement zone, and with cool confidence turned to the tactical officer: “Merge our targeting computers with the 400th Talmshaa, and get me firing solutions on all Alliance vessels within range. Detach Commodore Chrias’ battle line to engage the hallowed and support the 400th immediately.”

As an ‘aye sir’ would follow, Ignacious would then turn to his comms officer: “Prepare a message to all ships in-system and forces on the planet - use the holo transmitter.”

Within a few moments, the comms officer would give a nod of acknowledgement to the Grand Moff, would stood stoically at the ready. Across the system, be it on the planet or upon every ship in the system, the white-uniformed visage of Ignacious Korvan would appear. His stone-like expression stared coldly into the receiver, with his voice following with an icy bite. “To all combatants within the system of Neshtab - this is Ignacious Korvan - Grand Admiral of the Imperial 43rd Battlegroup ‘Vengeance’, and Grand Moff of the Imperial Western Sector.” He paused for a moment as he keyed a command at his terminal. The image of a certain writ would be projected on screen for all to see, then he would continue: “By order of the Lord Regent of the Imperial Throne, I am prosecuting the successful induction of Neshtab into the Empire as certified by its own people and senior representatives within the planet’s free collective. We shall purge this world from the influence of one of the last fragments of Sith control, and all who stand in our way. As for the Alliance forces deployed both within and without of the planet - it is my understanding that our two nations are not currently at war. Unless the senior members present wish to declare a formal state of conflict between our two nations, then I am left with the only conclusion that you all are present in-excess of the Alliance’s mandate. Henceforth, you all shall be treated as privateers and independent combatants, and shall be given no quarter.”

The transmission would be abruptly cut short, to be punctuated by a full turbolaser barrage from the Imperial front line against the flank of the Alliance fleet. As the opening salvo of the 43rd unleashed, a contingent of vessels from the rear and Imperial-right flank broke off to engage the Hallowed fleet - comprised of Commodore Chrias and his Pellaeon-class SD the Niruaun, along with a pair of the New Imperial Star Destroyers and an escort of corvettes. They all unleashed into the Hallowed rear, with Commodore Chrias’ vessel reaching out to the beleaguered Talmshaa vanguard.

Meanwhile, the first fighter wing would break atmosphere and move to intercept the shuttles carrying the dignitaries attempting to escape Fort Netus, and to provide what aerial support they could to forces on the ground.


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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 to keep their emotions out of the fight, otherwise then the objective need will be out the window. Jedi need to remain objective in a fight because otherwise they lose their “peacekeeper” approach. Jedi? Sith? When it all boils down to it are two sides of the same coin in many respects, but what separates them is the Jedi holding their abilities for protection and the Sith utilizing their skills for personal gain. Yin and Yang, really, The Sith, a simple term for anyone who wielded the Dark Side of the Force want to fight, the Jedi only fight with no other choice.

Fools mistake this kindness for weakness.
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Did Caltin want to kill the Stormtrooper already getting up in front of him? No, what would be the point? Vanagor was simply there to let the Trooper’s plan spring, and when his second showed up then the big man scoffed. Not out of anger or annoyance, but because it clearly surprised the Commander (on the ground) that he was there. Almost in a dramatic flip of his attitude, Caltin did not pity his opponent (either one of them now) but that did not mean that he was going full bore on either of them.

Again, what was the point? 2? 1? What was the difference?

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They were now armed, and that was to be expected, pitching into a slide, the big man just BARELY ducked under the majority of the buckshot (some of it seared his chest to which he winced momentarily), he ducked the rifleshot entirely. It was a great tactical move on their part and if Vanagor’s speed was not enhanced, he would be a trophy kill for them clearly. Taking that into mind, Caltin drew on the oxygen in the room and began to set it into a violent circular motion. Faster and faster it would swirl cyclonically, kicking up the dust into its vortex and the visibility went down to near zero.

Bigfoot would be able to see… for the most part… but this still gave Caltin the split second he needed to reach out and “grab” the “range” troopers armor, squeeze, and pull. Make no mistake, Caltin could not see perfectly, he had about the same visibility as Bigfoot and a little more than “9”s but he knew where his opponent was. Bigfoot would have a few options, maybe he could try firing at the Jedi, but Caltin had free movement and could get a better “grip” if being forced to move. Maybe he could shed the armor pieces, but there goes his jumppack. Maybe he could charge the Jedi, but would Vanagor be ready for that? Then there was the question of where the massive Jedi Master was pulling him to.

You’re prepared to die. You prepared for your friend to die?

A couple of small lightning strikes around and nearby the both of them should remind them of the type of foe that they are up against.
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Those were just babies…

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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"Come on, Marc..." Aiden muttered to himself. While he couldn't see his fellow soldier or the enemy he was after, he was able to estimate how long it should have taken for them to clash based on what he saw earlier. Knowing all of that... it had been too long. He should have already taken out the target and reported back, but there was only silence over the comm channel between them. It was starting to worry Aiden.

<Marc?> he asked again, this time with an edge to his tone.

Nothing.

Aiden gritted his teeth and resisted getting up with everything he had, knowing that leaving behind his position would mean his brothers down below were unsupported. They relied on his cover, so he was going to stay and continue the fight until the end, one way or another. So after a second, Aiden drew in a deep breath, looked down through his scope again, and found his next target. He pushed out a breath, stabilized his body, and pulled the-

Bang

The impact of Mischa's blaster bolt not only knocked aside his weapon but caused parts of it to explode right into his face. Luckily, he was wearing a helmet and armor capable of shielding himself against those fragments. He just recoiled immediately after the explosion, rolled over, and spotted the shooter not too far away, likely readying another shot. This gave him no time to even think about what this meant for Marc — he had to jump up to his feet and engage.

With his sidearm drawn, Aiden opened fire in an attempt to suppress the stormtrooper, while at the same time he rushed over and closed the distance, hoping to take this fight into hand-to-hand combat if he wasn't able to quickly gun the woman down.






 
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Location: Space, in orbit over Neshtab, aboard the SDS Apollyon

The ship rocked and Vexx found a console slammed into her midsection as she bent half over it.

"Defense formation Echo Two! Emergency power to the shields. Begin calculations to jump out of the system!"


Teeth clenched, the lilac-haired woman shoved herself back and onto her feet. Fear? She felt it. Doubt? She had it. Rage? Plenty. "Belay that last order," the Senator's voice cut through the din of activity as she spun and fixed the admiral with her golden eyes. A glance cut back to the Communication officer as she gave them parting instructions, "Signal assets below to evacuate immediately."

"We do not have time to wait for assets to escape, Senator. I am the Admiral of this fleet and you--"


Vexx stalked away from the Communications Officer until she was toe to toe with the man charged with coordinating their efforts in space. "Am a Senator of the Galactic Alliance, duly appointed representative of Denon, and the reason you are standing here, Admiral. I do not care if the entire Imperial fleet arrives to fellate itself over how much of their budget is spent on weapons, or how large their hunger is for death and destruction. There are assets on that planet with information to ensure the continued security and way of life of the Alliance -- but more importantly, for Denon itself. I will not abandon them. If I must relieve you of command and assume your station to complete this mission, I will."

For a moment their eyes locked, lidless. Each knew the Senator was not fit to command a fleet of this size nor under circumstances so perilous. That truth, however, mattered little. If Vexx was willing to put on the airs of one that knew what she was doing it might hold the confidence in the officers around her long enough. Perhaps. Though even Dominique desperately yearned for the man with the experience for the job to retain command. Luck was a poor substitution for skill.

The Admiral lowered his voice so that even the closest Officer could not overhear, "If we stay here, Senator, every man and woman aboard every ship here at your command will perish. And there will be no one to celebrate how you and I fought to the last for the Alliance or Denon. They will call us fools defending a nameless planet forgotten in the next fortnight." The muscles in his jaw worked for a moment. "Ten minutes, Senator. May the toll not be so high in even that span of time."

With the slightest nod, Vexx turned back the way she'd come. "You," her finger stabbed at the Communication crew once more, "hail Grand Admiral Korvan."

"Grand Admiral Korvan,"
it took effort not to sneer with the man's title. Rage was better than fear, but it did little good in negotiations, "this is Senator Vexx, I find your inability to allow innocent civilians to depart -- if this is as peaceful a transition as you claim -- confounding for such a grand Empire as yours. The Alliance fleet is offering no material assistance to your conflict below," which was true, even if other elements were, "but our humanitarian assistance shall not be deterred by your desperate attempt at re-categorizing our presence. If you will not grant us leave and time to depart in peace, then on your head be the consequences."

Just one ship. Vexx just needed one very particular ship to lift off and escape or come aboard before they'd depart. Everyone else, if they hoped for cover fire or to be aboard, would need to take advantage of whatever time remain until then. Vexx didn't doubt the Admiral wouldn't give her a single second after her assets were secured before they jumped away. No doubt other ships in the fleet would be screening fire in the meantime; Dominique had no delusion there wouldn't be ships lost in this, but she was certain if the Network fell into Imperial hands their capabilities would be of considerable threat. Certain assurances were needed in that event. Certain safeguards.

1-2 Posts before the Fleet has to jump away. The 'NPCd' assets are covering their actions in a separate, private thread. Not waiting on it to finish so much as filling out the story here.

Combatants: Abeodan Charidot | Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan
Supporting: Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Minerva Fhirdiad Minerva Fhirdiad
 



Objective: I - Hammer & Anvil
Location: Neshtab Orbit
Tags: T The Hallowed | Mylo Thorne | Abeodan Charidot | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx | Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Ashkur Kilslee |
Engaging: Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx
  • (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%

  • Engaging ‘The Hallowed’
    • (1) Pellaeon SD
      • NIV Niruaun
    • (2) New Imperial SDs
      • NIV Triumph
      • NIV Bastion
    • (2) Tirailleur-class Artillery Frigates
      • NIV Maulor
      • NIV Brutor
    • (3) Gurkha Corvettes
      • NIV Wasp
      • NIV Lament
      • NIV Ouroboros
    • (2) Vandal Corvettes
      • NIV Blood Crow
      • NIV Moras


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
    • 64/64/0 - TIE Outlanders
    • 144/144/0 - TIE Drones
    • 48/48/0 - TIE Interceptors
Deployment Totals




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As the Empire's barrage ripped through the Alliance position, the comms officer near-immediately spoke up in the midst of the tactical officers relaying orders to execute the Empire's opening attack: "Sir, we are receiving a hail from the SDS Apollyon!"

A faint smile lined Ignacious' lips. Normally, the Grand Moff rejected direct hail requests from belligerent vessels out of hand, save for rare circumstances that were more the exception as opposed to the rule. But in this case... he would make an exception. “Patch them through.”

To the lieutenant's credit, there was only the faintest of hesitation before he did his duty and patched the transmission through. Almost instantly, Ignacious was assaulted by a frenzied Flurry of words.

"Grand Admiral Korvan,"

"this is Senator Vexx, I find your inability to allow innocent civilians to depart -- if this is as peaceful a transition as you claim -- confounding for such a grand Empire as yours. The Alliance fleet is offering no material assistance to your conflict below,"

"but our humanitarian assistance shall not be deterred by your desperate attempt at re-categorizing our presence. If you will not grant us leave and time to depart in peace, then on your head be the consequences."

“Charmed, Senator.” Korvan began, his voice a stately and reserved rumble that would bleed through her comm speaker with the same chill he usually conveyed.

It would seem her introduction was the only clear and level headed word that would exit her mouth. Was it contempt? Desperation? The Grand Moff suspected both were at play at varying degrees; all it would take would he a slight push to send her over the edge.

Senator Vexx may have thought she was speaking with her peer in the game of galactic politics. In truth, she wasn't even playing the same sport - much less within the same league. “Allow me to begin by commending your skill at deception and obfuscation - i would expect nothing less from a representative of the Senate - although i'd wager from a minor world, since i've never heard of you until today."

What a start.

“That is the only logical conclusion for your blatant, and dare i say; laughable masquerade as a "humanitarian" mission to aid in the evacuation of civilians. Your presence here prior to our assault is evidence enough to cast doubt on such a notion. ”

“Plus...” He added, his voice adopting a conspiratorial air: "We both know it's not civilians you are waiting for.”

Ignacious would allow his words to hang in the air for a moment. Of course, there was a part of him that was taking a logical leap - a large part in fact. But the pieces made sense, and fell into place only after Senator Vexx's insistence they were here for civilians only. His unit of Death Mask were even now penetrating deep into Fort Netus to apprehend those leaders of the collective who doubtlessly would form a government in exile. She would know of the soldiers deployed alongside the Pariah Legion, who even now were engaging Imperial forces in the subterranean tunnels. His eyes appraised her features to ascertain how well his words landed, but he would not linger for long.

“With the noted exception of the sithspawn abominations within the ranks of the Pariah Legion, the Empire has no taste for wanton slaughter of civilians. Any and all non-combatants are free to surrender to our custody, or if they can make it aboard your ship, then they are also free to do so. But ships leaving the Mountain Fortress we both "don't know about" - any and all of those will be intercepted and shot on sight unless they remain grounded and surrender.”

Ignacious played his hand, and it was a risk - but a calculated one. His smile returned. “Whether you stay and die for your false virtue or leave in disgrace does not matter to me. But do so knowing you are presiding over yet another provocation against the Empire - one that will meet another proportionate response as we did on Ilum...”

Another salvo would be loosed by the Imperial fleet, this time incorporating heavier mass driver ordinance alongside their turbolasers. Despite the gentle rock on the deck if the Ave Imperator, Ignacious' face remained stoic and, as his reputation established, unphased. “Your move, Senator.”

At that, the communication would be severed.

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Objective: II - Blackout
Equipment: Armor | Rifle | Sidearm | Melee Weapon | Bio
Location: Neshtab - Mount Netus
ALLIES: Varos Ignacious Korvan Varos Ignacious Korvan | FN-999 (908th)
ENEMIES: Amani Serys Amani Serys | Verin Verin | Cordé Sabo Cordé Sabo

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A single twitch of the free hand, that was all it took. Within a near instant of that same moment, unseen commands were made through armors. In that short, short span of time, they were ready for an inevitable telekinetic blast, a push, a pull. And they were correct; the pairs of arms raised instinctually as the blast knocked the pair towards each other, noiselessly stumbling with the gust, but their feet were steadfastly planted into the ground, the armor weathering such an assault best it could with their readiness. Magno-grip temporarily bound them to their spots.

It was all in the simulations - if you could even call the gauntlet that. Fake ‘Jedi,’ with Tractor-Pressor beams to be ready, harsh mountain ranges with winds that could shear off skin, shockwaves that could crush bone. They had been forced to train for all of it in the name of their patron, like it or not. The two would count themselves lucky for it now, not that they would question any of it in the first place; there was no room for that. The rage, temptation to strike out that followed, was invariably subdued by their orders. When the Inquisitor was already upon her, they most certainly couldn't.

. . .

The Death Trooper was in the system then. The AI with the capabilities of the computer did the heavy lifting, outputting an obscene amount of data to boot, while 46 had to pull the strings and add the proverbial pinpoint that was needed to crack it. He saw real-time as the systems change; new protocol, new layer. It prompted some level of annoyance; it was primitive compared to the systems he’s practiced on. It added a handful of seconds.

Then a ping and the slow groan of metal behind them notified they were directing a door closed behind them. A comm, [“All allied units, this is ST-1371, callsign Dromos. The defenders are creating vacuums in the halls. Be warned.”]

The visor’s HUD streamed with possibilities, then. That was a mistake on their part; because now, they tried throwing a stone out of a window 46 previously couldn’t see. Now all he had to do was keep that window open. The connection they made, however brief and small it was, was latched onto like a parasite would its prey. It was silent, hidden; and he let his prey slink back to its base of operations. A data-worm. The trooper’s mind was engrossed in this intangible battlefield, where he was slowly backing his unknowing opposition into a corner. He could undo the vacuum, and more than likely, save however many lives of other troopers trapped in the tunnels. But then, it’d give away the fact he was already in, with a deeper control than what they could know as ‘just’ the doors. No, he needed to be subtle about this.

Operations like this took risks. Risks that they were willing to take to get the job done. All it took was for one moment. One moment of hesitation, of surprise, of unexpected outcomes, was all it took for victory, or failure. They were not here for the latter. The gaze of 59 offhandedly noticed the cameras, hidden in the corners and nooks of the walls, and made once again signaled to another. Of course there were cameras - how else could they have known when to close the doors behind them? The next important part of infiltration was to blind the foe. Perhaps he was underestimating the stronghold, having not done that first. Or merely that he didn't want to give away too many of their capabilities.

This next trooper that was signaled wordlessly adjusted for their pouch, and produced an Anti-Security Blade, tuning it to a frequency that would cause the nearby 'eyes' of the enemy to fizzle with static and white noise. More specialized equipment provided by their patron - not many expenses were spared.

46 remained focused on his work. That was all he needed to do, whether he suffocated or not. He would not allow the stress of the situation to win this day, not waste now-precious oxygen to even bother to list his progress. And that was fine with the rest, for they too were ready to move on. Even if they were serving as a distraction, a focal point for enemy forces while other squadrons did the job they were here to do, they still were doing their job. There was no cost too great, for the Empire. It is in that next moment the doors were lifted in succession with a hiss, and they boldly moved off.

They veered off to take an alternative path from the one that might’ve been predicted. Only then, would they reach the Control Hub. And when they did should they not be further subverted, there would not be much indication of their approach until it was too late.

 

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

Manpower: 11608/12000
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 | Rifle (Bigfoot) | Shotgun | Flamethrower

“INCOMING CYCLONE!” warned the Baron as the air around him shifted.
Both Nines and Bigfoot dug their feet into the ground, struggling to maintain their bearings as visibility dropped until the former could barely see his own shotgun in his hands.

“BIGFOOT, VISUALS!!” shouted the Baron to his second-in-command.

“JEDI, DIRECTLY AHEAD!” yelled Bigfoot in reply. “HE’S DOW-“

Barely legible amidst the howling dust storm was the sound of steel bending.

“HE’S GOT ME WITH THE FORCE!!”

“SHOOT YOUR ARMOR OFF!! IT’LL BREAK HIS HOLD!!”
A single gunshot rang out behind FN-999, followed by the sound of armor fracturing into pieces. A few seconds later, Bigfoot repurposed his ROCKET into a literal rocket. He ripped the jetpack from his discarded back plate, pointed it at the Jedi, and activated it, sending it hurtling over to distract him.

Seconds later, bolts of lightning landed near both of them, who just barely evaded in time.


“IRON SIGHTS!!”

With visibility levels very low and both troopers having shed their armor, the lasers of an iron sight would be their best shot at actually finding a target to shoot at. Fortunately, the Baron had already put iron sights on both his shotgun and rifle, so all that was left to do was activate them.

You’re prepared to die. You prepared for your friend to die?

Truthfully, Nines was not ready to see Bigfoot die. Nor would he ever be. But he would never admit that to a Jedi.

“We’ll have to see what my friend thinks about that.” retorted FN-999.

<<I'm at the coordinates, it's pretty dark out here.>>

[No kidding.] remarked Dromos dryly. [We’ve moved into the server room. We’ve cut a hole through the main door, enter through there. Transmitting a new set of coordinates to you now.]

The coordinates of the central server room were promptly uploaded to the clone.

“The sapper is ready.” stated a nearby shadow, codenamed Hasan.

In his hands, Hasan held a compact but powerful electronic sapper well-suited for disabling online algorithms at their source. He plugged in its wiring to an extra plug and activated the device, the entire squad watching as it began to go to work.

<DISABLING “WANDERER” PROGRAM.> stated the device.

Immediately, alarms began to blare across the server room, dozens of flashing red lights emerging from the walls and roof.

<SECURITY HARDWARE DETECTED. ENGAGING HARDWARE.>

<ETA TO DISABLE “WANDERER” PROGRAM: 15 MINUTES.>


“EVERYONE, POSITIONS!” ordered Dromos, yelling to be heard over the alarm blare.

The pitch-black squad dispersed, forming a semicircular perimeter taking cover behind the servers closest to the breached main door. Their blasters pointed outwards, prepared to mow down any hostiles attempting to defuse the sapper inside.

For now though, nothing stood outside the hole in the door.
 
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,


To the naked eye, it looked like Caltin Vanagor was handling two, maybe three different events at once. In reality he was handling about a dozen, between controlling the dust cloud to spread how he wanted to control the motion of the cyclone, ensuring that it didn’t run out of control, to the troopers, there was more. Needless to say, he was busy. The second’s firing on his own armor was a pretty ingenious move when you watch it. Vanagor’s hold was indeed broken, which he never really banked on keeping that long anyway but that is neither here nor there.

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The “Rocket/Jump-pack” was a pretty smart move as well as it came flying at him. He stopped it at the last second, yes, it did have enough momentum to push itself further and hit him in the head but he would survive. Vanagor had control of the projectile in his hands now, but at the price of losing tight control over the cyclone and dust cloud. The “events” were now under their own power and out of control, in a manner of speaking. Vanagor just squashed the pipes on the rocket and threw it back at the two troopers as the machine was overheating. Let them deal with it.

He had weapons fire to deal with.

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Using his speed was going to be necessary to throw them off and to close in the gap. Before either of them would get a shot off, he would be on them with a quick “1-2 punch” then the other with an uppercut to the gut and a quick burst of dust into the air as he moved away, Even with this new development, even with the second trooper… even if there were a third or fourth trooper he did not go for his lightsabers. Almost makes one wonder what would happen when and if he had.

He did have to entrust his colleagues to handle the rest of the 908th for the moment, he would join in, but knowing the rest of the NJO, Vanagor would only need to be there for “mop up” duty, if that. Though if they were a tenth of how good these two are… the Stormtroopers would put up one frell of a fight.


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
 

Abeodan Tyiskore Charidot

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First Attack Group



It became quite apparent that to secure victory over Neshtab required a few adjustments to the Overall Imperial Strategy moving forward. Fleet Admiral Charidot watched with quite weary eyes as the battle unfolded across multiple vectors and their losses added up mostly in TIE Squadrons being lost with damage being reported by the other groups that made up the combined strength of the 400th Bal Talmshaa Fleet. Vice-Admiral Gurn was equally as concerned as a communication from the Senator's Group was received by the bridge.

"Sir, we are being hailed by the Senator." Gurn replied in a rather blunt manner. "Patch them through." Charidot added only a few moments later as the form of Senator Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx of Denon appeared and began to relay her message. It was typical for Alliance Senators to speak about "free people" while they oppressed their own planets into dust under the guise of "DEMOCRACY". He had no reason to believe that these refugees would not simply be forced to toil away as workers within some alliance factory for the eventual war between them. Charidot was not inclined to respond at the moment due to the active battlefield happening around him at this moment in time.

Switching gears for a moment back to Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard Detachment as it would seem they were well armed for Anti-Starfighter Operation and fended off his TIE Squadrons sent to oppose them. However they lacked enough firepower to pose a direct threat to his 1st Attack Group and would be easily countered by a few vollies of heavy turbolaser fire from his Capital Ships. A quick glance over to the senor station as they picked up a squadron of B-Wings on a direct intercept course with his group. They could cause immense damage to his flagship and had to be intercepted immediately. "SILENCE THOSE B-WINGS BEFORE THEY CAUSE ANY MAJOR DAMAGE!" Charidot shouted as the Point-Defense System from his Pellaeon's III's and Flagship started to engage directly in an attempt to silence them.

He was still confident in his victory over Neshtab and the sight of the 43rd Imperial Fleet under Grand Admiral Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan moving into the system was a welcome sight. Vice-Admiral Gurn alerted him to the priority message from the Grand Admiral whose voice would no doubt raise morale of the Imperial Forces in orbit and on the ground. The 2nd Attack Group was unlikely to sustain itself in the long run and would be recalled back to port within Empire Space while the 43rd Imperial Fleet would take over operation in that sector.

"Have the 2nd Attack Group be recalled into Imperial controlled Space for repairs. Move at once when they have created an opening among the Hallowed Fleet." Charidot said relaying a message to Vice-Admiral Du'Bois who was incharge of the 2nd Attack Group. As the 1st Attack Group carried on their assault with vollies of heavy turbolaser fire.



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"Acknowledged, Fleet Admiral Charidot." Vice-Admiral Du'Bois said after receiving the message from Fleet Command. The 2nd Attack Group was currently being hammered into the ground as the battle unfolded between them and the mysterious enemy of T The Hallowed whose weaponry was unknown to him. Although relief arrived in quick fashion in the form of elements of the 43rd Imperial Fleet underneath Grand Admiral Korvan. Their combined firepower would punch a hole through the hallowed formation which allowed the 2nd Attack Group to return back into Imperial Space towards the nearest dockyard.

"Jump to Lightspeed." Vice-Admiral Du'Bois said as the soft glow of hyperspace filled the once vast battlefield over Neshtab.


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Admiral Kom'zarr would move the Core Support Group to support the 1st Attack Group as the 2nd Attack Group had jumped into hyperspace according to the messages being relayed from Fleet Command on board the Flagship of Fleet Admiral Charidot.


 
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Location: Space, in orbit over Neshtab, aboard the SDS Apollyon

Dominique shoved her glasses up the length of her nose as the Grand Admiral so politely responded. Minor world. If -- or when -- the Alliance and the Empire fought there would be not shortage of vessels built in Denon shipyards or with countless weapons and defense systems built on Denon. She would dare say one out of every two blows crippling his ships would be by the hardworking souls of her world. They were fortunate Vexx had not come here looking for a fight -- but if the Empire expected her to scurry away in fear her squared shoulders and lifted chin should disabuse them of the notion.

"Truly, you are a master of observation," Vexx replied without any effort to hide the sarcasm in her tone. Her presence there belied her purpose? The arrogance of the Imperial Order. She'd been there negotiating when their happy band of war mongers waltz in and started trying to flatten the planet. Well, not the entire planet. Just parts of it where the undesirables were, but more than enough. Besides, she had given her word to the Warlord, and she'd kept every bit of it. A fleet large enough to alter the calculus of the invasion... not one designed to single-handedly fight off the bulk of the Imperial fleet.

The Senator might not be a Fleet Admiral, or a General, or even a Battlefield Commander, but she was hardly a Junior Adjutant on the verge of throwing herself before the mercy of the Grand Admiral. She'd manipulated, schemed, maneuvered, and outright killed opponents in political, social, and economical warfare. If he thought she'd gasp because he insinuated to know her true purpose...

Though her ability to withstand his verbal assault did nothing to change the man's military advantage.

Evidently the Grand Admiral had no desired for continued discourse, which suited Vexx. If anything, she dared hoped the man did underestimate her. If she were lucky he thought they were waiting to secure the escape of some of the leadership that'd chosen to remain below. Dominique had offered the Warlord the chance to leave with the Alliance delegation once the Imperials entered the system. Though the man chose to remain behind in defense of his home. Foolish, perhaps, but admirable.

Her fingers wrapped about the top of a console as the ship quaked. The stony expression she'd adopted during Korvan's response remain fixed as time ticked by. Once or twice her own Admiral gave a discrete glance her way, but otherwise the two of them allowed no fear or doubt to further cloud the minds of those performing their duties.

"Sir, ship on approach from the planet below!"

Dominique pushed back from the console and stepped over to look at the display over the Officer's shoulder. "It's them." Had the words been breathed as much as spoken? Perhaps. She couldn't recall. The knot between her shoulders didn't seem as tight as a moment ago.

The Admiral's expression didn't alter a whit at the news, however. Things had only gotten worse. Better if ten minutes had gone by without them surfacing and he ordered the fleet to abandon the planet to its fate. "Have the Jericho shield the ship as it rises from the planet. Reposition the fleet to cover its escape."

He strode over to the navigation center and laid a hand on the shoulder of the Officer there. "I'll need those calculations ready quick, son. Standby." it was demanding a lot given the tight space they found themselves in, but there was no point complaining about it now.

Combatants: Abeodan Charidot | Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan
Supporting: Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard | Minerva Fhirdiad Minerva Fhirdiad
 
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908th Legion - "The Reborn”
TUNNELS OF NESHTAB - APPROACHES TO THE ROYAL HIVE​

Manpower: 11403/12000
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 | Flamethrower | RPG (1x Parting Shot)

Multiple events struck the duo at once.
One: Hidden within the dust cloud, the Jedi Master had reflected the jetpack, which now flew straight back at Bigfoot.

Two: In the blink of an eye, the large Jedi had appeared in front of each man, intending to absolutely pummel them.

Nines could do little to respond to the jetpack, as he was not its intended target and was already expending most of his focus trying to lock his laser sight on the most Jedi-like object possible. Bigfoot, on the other hand, was right in the thick of it. Wasting no time, he aimed his rifle at the jetpack and charged a “maximum power” shot. The veteran hastily released the shot, the blast hitting the projectile jetpack head-on.

The explosion that followed coursed through the area with the force of several hand grenades, the heat momentarily blinding the pair who no longer had the thermal protection their helmets had provided. The dust cloud in briefly cleared within the radius of the explosion, giving the two Imperials just enough visual range to confirm that they were both unharmed.

That was when the Jedi struck.

His first target was the Baron, who he struck with two blows that were, quite literally, lightning-fast. The first blow outpaced FN-999’s reflexes, his ribcage cracking as the Jedi’s fist slammed into his chest with the force of a titanium hammer. He swung his arms in front of his torso in time to only block the second blow, at the cost of a broken left arm. Before Nines could retaliate with his dominant right arm, the Jedi Master had vanished, clearly using his attack to simply soften the Baron up before turning on Bigfoot.

Occupied with backpedaling and reloading his rifle, Bigfoot didn’t notice the Jedi hurtling towards him until his fist connected with the Imperial’s gut. He immediately went flying backwards, his rifle falling out of his hands. With a resounding thud, Bigfoot’s back slammed into the cave wall behind him with enough force to crack the wall and fracture his spine at the same time. Combined with the fractured ribcage from the initial blow, Bigfoot’s condition had turned from bad to terrible. He began to bleed internally, collapsing to the ground as helpless as a baby as his arteries burst.

At the sight, the Baron’s heart nearly stopped beating.

“BLACKHOLE!!!” yelled Nines urgently, falling to his knees as his ribs ground against each other.
Seconds later, a shadow materialized beside Bigfoot. With seemingly little effort, the midnight-black Imperial hoisted the fallen trooper up in his arms and turned to the Baron.

“Five minutes until they choke the Hive.” stated the black-clad stormtrooper. “Do you want the ‘Parting Shot’?”

“YES!” replied the Baron hoarsely.

“Just a moment.”

The trooper placed a small black cube on Bigfoot’s chest and then they both vanished into thin air.

A few seconds afterwards, a rocket launcher fell from above and landed just in front of him. Inside was a large and very long rocket, also known as the “Parting Shot”. The missile was a micro-MRV containing five thermal detonators in individual unguided warheads, fired in the shape of a star and each set to detonate at the same assigned horizontal point.

In short, it created a huge ball of destruction.

The Baron doubted that it would be precise enough to kill the Jedi, but that was not what he was aiming for. What the Parting Shot excelled at was destabilizing a large area, giving its user enough time to escape and block off the path of an overwhelmingly powerful foe. If it actually caught its intended target in its blast radius, then that was simply a neat bonus.


Fortunately for the Baron, the dust cloud was beginning to dissipate, and he was able to detect the Jedi again, who had withdrawn to about ten meters in front of him. From here on, it would be a race against time.

Could Nines calibrate, aim, and fire the missile in time?

Or would the Jedi deliver the finishing blow?
 


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Verin’s unmistakeable whisper was as chilling as the time Sion had gone and broadcasted in her mindscape unannounced. She hated it. But she’d signed up for it a whole surgery ago because it was as close as normies could get to the intimacies of telepathy.

Still, Cordé cringed, not liking it for at least two reasons. The least of the two was the invasiveness of it.

<Both.> She exhaled, glancing about the room and assessing those within. They were Winspirr’s most loyal company, each of them were so hyperfocused on their designated stations they didn’t hear her make a call that meant nothing for them to act on.

“We’ve lost visuals, Major.”

Cordé looked up at the empty screen. One after the other, hallways designated by the alphabet started skittering in and out of view until there was nothing. It seemed like such an obvious move to counter that she was shocked it happened at all. The systems within Fort Netus were at least five years behind in technology.

“And audio, Major.”

The woman with braids tensed, deft movements fluttering across the blue-green outlines of the screen. Her manual overrides were becoming insufficient to counter The Empire’s code breaking technology. Her screen was starting to transition from green, to amber, to orange.

Then a red message flashed across all their screens. <15 minutes to disable Wanderer>

“The servers.” She whispered and straightened. Most of the station had been evacuated — she’d been stationed in the command centre as the sole lure for capture. The Imperials had, annoyingly, gone beyond the resources The Collective had to offer without outright abandoning their post.

“Major..” Braids started, and tilted to look up. At the same time, their connection was overrun.

How was that possible? Had The Wanderer been taken? Hard to know with her limited scope from the mountainside.

But ships leaving the Mountain Fortress we both "don't know about" - any and all of those will be intercepted and shot on sight unless they remain grounded and surrender.”

“Whether you stay and die for your false virtue or leave in disgrace does not matter to me. But do so knowing you are presiding over yet another provocation against the Empire - one that will meet another proportionate response as we did on Ilum...”

Silence filled the seconds after the connection was terminated. Eyes fell on the white-haired warrior, expecting answers. Or orders. Or anything. Dismay was plainly embedded across each countenance, and shoulders that had been straight and proud were a little more slumped.

Winspirr felt her face curl back into a snarl of disdain “Certified by The Collective —what a karker.”

“Major.” The question came again, the voice a little tenser. A little more expectant.

“Maintain all automated countermeasures.” She answered quickly, maybe too quickly. Her duty was to lure attention to her position, but the deaths of Collective members were not her call to make. She had to prevent that however possible. Even if it meant they could fight and die another day. “Once established, begin evacuation.”

Something outside the last blast door made a noise. Cordé whipped around to look at it. For now, it was just a door. But there was something on the other side.

“Done, Major.”

Something big.

“Prioritise evacuation now.”

She dropped her hand to the blaster strapped to her thigh, and took a step away from her immediate position to somewhere at least a little more surprising should someone erupt through the door. She looked up to the ceiling — could she make it up there in time?

“Arm yourselves and keep your eyes up.”

Immediately, those left in the room went about their business. Collecting nothing, but double-checking their stations. Any interference they could run against the programs actively disabling their protocols, they’d set up before slinking out through the back door.

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F O E S | THE EMPIRE | Crail Halcyon Crail Halcyon | Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan | DT-1159 DT-1159 | EC-644-21 EC-644-21 | FN-999
F R I E N D S | GA | THE COLLECTIVE | TASK FORCE NULL | Amani Serys Amani Serys | Ronval Rubat Ronval Rubat | Verin Verin

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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 5
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BATTLEFRONT: EAST, NESHTAB (SPRING 878 ABY)

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

Tearing away at the walls of his soul, walls the Wanderer diligently kept up for years.

Threatening to reach the fire within, threatening all that kept Lord Michael in the fight.​

'You know it.'

But he had to be sure, he needed to know if it was true once and for all, but the Druid also needed to hear the words he was dreading the most, leaving no illusion or mistaking as to who or what Barran's brother had become in his second life. And yet, up until that moment, there was no telling what sort of adversary his brother had become, only assuming Thomas dead until the moment of revelation, thinking the firstborn had been reanimated by some wicked sort of Sith-oriented ritual somehow.

It made perfect sense that Michael's brother had become some tortured brand of hidden Sith weapon to take down the Lord-Regent in one savage strike at the Empire's stability and lasting order, knowing by then that the Sith had risen again on the planets of the Wild Space region, feeling that presence rising from within the Galaxy's farthest-flung regions in his ceaseless search for Lucien; even going so far as to cloak and infiltrate with his own powerful presence on the Sith-Loyalist worlds, for days on end, and to no effect. But on all those planets that Barran risked life and limb to scour for Dooku, there was no indication that the presence of another Barran had ever set foot on these worlds, (not even a sliver of the soul that remained) but despite the fact the Druid was looking in all the places where the dreaded Bloodhound had never been, Michael would find himself confronted by the fact traces of his brother's soul would have been found on all the worlds he wasn't permitted to approach.

By then, the only thing Barran wanted was to be put out of his misery, but fate had other, more twisted plans in mind for the Wanderer, something completely unexpected - something that would push through the tears to frightening effect.

'He follows the legacy of The Mongrel, and leads The Scarhounds.'
Friends from his days as an exile, mercenary-friends from Empress Teta that were there to aid the Noble Exiles PMC against adversaries twice and thrice their number at the time, had been in close contact with their friend over the years; but in recent years, they had fallen silent until the Woad found them all hiding out on Corellia whilst in the process of searching for his Serennoan leader, and somehow in a strangely fortuitous detection of their presences at the edges of one of Corellia's largest urban-districts. But making it all the stranger at the time was the most recent stories from their time fighting to reclaim Empress Teta, telling tales of an Atrisian's efforts to stem the Scar Hound tide in the first battle, clashing not only with the Mongrel himself but also reported to have clashed with a Goidel in the second outing, and the significance of this matter would remain lost to the Wanderer for a while after the fact - though only until the very moment of revelation itself.
But instead of breaking the shaken Woad, the news instead began to function as a fuel for something else entirely

'Well, you had me until that last part. I expected,"The Banner of the Sith Order", honestly.... But-'
Boiling to the surface and pushing aside the tears to unleash a particular fire that Michael knew he needed to stifle with every part as much prejudice as was offered for the tears from before. After all, the Druid had much to despise about the Maw's very own caste of renegade Sith Lords, let alone the Scar Hounds who killed thousands upon thousands of his tribal and ethnic compatriots over the years; but in learning that the Mongrel had a Woad of his own waiting to be utilised, holding to the legacy almost two years after the Warlord's demise at the hands of the future Lord-Regent, the drying tears would do very little to hide the bloodshot fury beneath by then. It was enough to release a shudder of an entirely new sort, that which usually accompanied horror, or preemptive regret, and it was in this moment that Barran came to the ugliest, most bitter of realisations.

Clenching his jaw briefly before controlling himself once more, inhaling deep as he unbuttoned his military coat, a prized possession he never wanted to see covered in blood of any sort, it was in this moment that Michael realised the raging part of his soul was quite transmutable. Unexpectedly so, but in this realisation lay another, poised to lash him for ignoring the signs, the Druid understood that focusing the rage was his only means of survival; but just like all things transmutable in the spirit of conflict, there would naturally be a fair deal of pain to endure along the way, and these would be made even worse by the headaches that would surely persist until the fight's natural conclusion.

'-If you knew he had nought but vengeance on his mind, facilitated by none other than the Galaxy's greatest swordsman no-less, nurtured by the one who would die to the very man who sent my brother to his death in the first place.... Then why....? Wait a second.... Oh.... It would appear I'm the last to know - what a night this is turning out t'be.'

The Wanderer then switched off Lucien's sabre, ceremoniously folding his officer's jacker over his arm in the latest of brutal realisations, then he briefly grumbled,'I'll be with you in a moment.', turning to walk towards the coat, gloves and pistol as he properly processed the implications of the firstborn's place among the Marauder caste. However, despite his apparent self-preparations for execution, showing visible preference for burial in the uniform he learned to revere in the end, the last of the Pellaeonist Clique's officials had plenty fight left within to offer the Jedi Master, perhaps revealing as such in the cold change in his spoken tone - walking away at an angle that still kept Ashina firmly in his periphery.
But as soon as the thick overcoat, pistol and gloves were joined by a neatly-folded officer's jacket, the Woad then decided it was only fitting that Mountainsong and his own lightsabre joined the pile, leaving only a free hand and Lucien's curved-hilt Makashi waiting for the violence. The lattermost item was then clipped onto Michael's belt where it belonged, granting him enough tactile freedom to roll up the sleeves of the deep blue formal shirt and the long sleeved t-shirt beneath, tucking just beneath the elbows whilst moving closer towards the inevitable clash for which his soul was beginning to yearn. And yet, by the time the Goidel was face to face with the Atrisian once more, a strange calm had fallen over the former, and to such an extent that even his gaze had grown considerably cold in contrast to the burning emotion from before, and every part as cold in comparison to the teary-eyed dismay that preceded Barran's wrath.

'All revelations and such aside, I am admittedly quite thankful for your honesty.... But now, it is time to dance amongst those treacherous threads of fate - as promised!'
With hands displayed clearly, Barran's middle-fingers would be seen tapping against thumbs, bouncing in against each other a few times in an effort to poise in readiness for his Click-Wave attack, such that carried sharp, auditorily-fed Force Waves through the air with blaster-quick intensity. All it took was the snap of his fingers to unleash brutalities he often preferred to shy away from, but despite his intentions, the Woad still very much beholden to the Force-Wielding chivalric code, allowing the Atrisian to set into the depth of her poise before he could venture to make any honourable sort of attack or counter from the offset. And though the tears were still taking their time to wane, despite all he was up against by then, Lord Michael wanted this fight, finally - after approaching far too close to the point of giving up.

'BEGIN!!!!'

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'DARSIM SHASSAAAAAAATH!!!' *"KINDRED SOULS!!!!"
'Ea!' *"Hail!"
'Ea!'
'EA!!!!'
'Ea!'

'EA!!!!'
An unidentified Mandalorian ship had crash-landed somewhere towards the eastern districts of Drastarra, but instead of despairing the obvious threats it's contents would wield against them, the Arkanians of Novania relished the challenge; and before they all set out to take their places in the perches, blind-spots and other means of utilising their surroundings, the very resolve they held in the face of the Mandalorian dread would manifest in ritualistic chanting in religious preparation for the fight itself. A rare ritual it was, for it was a war-ritual conducted by the suspected-presence of Novania's matriarchal deity, and though they all knew the Seer was taken over by Melarria's root, there had been no way to ascertain which spirit had possessed Varim's beloved wife.

'KARRN SHASSAAAAAATH!!!!' *"BRAVE SOULS!!!!"
'EA!!!!'
'Ea!'
'EA!!!!'
'Ea!'

'EA!!!!'

Despite the clear femininity of the voice, the power wielding it was making her roar with a clarity that seemed to resonate upward from the gut, like the spirit possessing the Warseer was bellowing out from the deepest depths of Merrian's soul at the time. All the rifle-bearing men and women of Novania there to hear it would all feel that strength resonating from within, as if the very spirit of galvanisation was coursing through their veins and nervous-systems alike, as if the voice of Melarria itself was the drug they needed to fight their way to the sunrise, something their ilk had not felt in what seemed liked centuries before that night. However, despite all this, they all knew that there was one of their ilk who had ventured to experience all of this before them, and to know it was none other than Priest-King Yorunarr I (unlikely though it seemed to the others to articulate) would only serve to add to the self-belief element within, making it all the more intense for the chanters as they readied for battled.

'DENN NAYARN KEST'IIN VAAAAAAAAAATH' *"FOR ALL YOU ARE WORTH!!!!"
'EA!!!!'
'EA!!!!'
'EA!!!!'
'Ea!'

'EA!!!!'
For the sharpshooters, it would be difficult to let go for a little while, finding it tough to attempt conceding to their own wild abandon when focus was needed at the time; but just like all the anti-tank and fire-support squads, the Warmasks within Drastarra knew it would be fine to let the gods watch over them for a while. After all, Mother Melarria wasn't finished yet, and nobody was venturing to challenge their hold over the ruinous northwest of the city so far; but like all things war and strife, such reprieves were never meant to last very long with enemies fewer than two kilometers away, moving further into the city as the Brotherhood's scouts observed their movements from street to street. Merrian's ritual would be safe for a time, but not much longer, as it wasn't just the survivors of the crash-site they needed to be keep their eyes on, there was a sizeable contingent of Companions making their way westward in support of the Mandalorian contingent to consider also.

'AYAR KEST'UUM ARTHENN!!!! MISSAR KEST'UUM VESAAAAATH!!!!' *"FIND YOUR STRENGTH!!!! DISCOVER YOUR SOUL!!!!

'EA!!!!'
'EA!!!!'
'EA!!!!'
'EA!!!!'

'EA!!!!'

'FOR HONOUR, FOR ALL THAT WONDER BESTOWS - FIGHT LIKE THE HEROES YOU WERE BORN TO BE!!!! THE ANCIENTS ARE WATCHING!!!!'
Then all of a sudden, and without warning, shots rang out in the north, lighting up the air in the distance in a myriad of white and blue light, heralding in the true beginnings of the Brotherhood's Battle for Drastarra. But instead of stopping the Novanians in their tracks, it only served to amp them up even more wildly than before, unleashing cheers, ululations and sporadically chesty barks of,"EA!!!", whilst running towards the direction of the outbreaking hostilities with every ounce of fight needed to spur them on. Everyone knew they would be in the heat of the fighting in at least some fashion or other, especially the AT-squads and sharpshooters, drawing much of the attention away from the Old Town district whilst the infantry support worked to apply additional flanking pressure for as long as the threat of envelopment remained.

<"Ahan-Kaskim to Cairn Two! I hope you are listening-">
<"-BIT FETHING BUSY HERE, WARMASK-RED!!!! MAKE IT SNAPPY!!!!">

No easy task by any means, but for as long as the Highlanders' support elements remained mobile there was much they could offer in the fight, so all they required in the sustained firefight was relief from the heavy hitters; and little did they know at the time, and as unlikely as it seemed to the Brotherhood's handpicked elite as they fought tooth and nail for survival, elements of the 313th and the 181st would be making a point of chasing a contingent of Pariahs and GADF Marines eastward towards Drastarra before long. Although it would appear messy in the beginning, the weight of the modified XT-62 and the brutal vanguard tactics of he Sabretooth-Troopers would prove pivotal in tipping the balance of war in their favour. But the Highlanders and their Novanian comrades needed to hold on, to fight on against increasingly difficult odds - to hold the line and perhaps even push the Companions and the Mandalorians back eastward.

<"Ahan-Kaskim to Cairn Two! Got good news and bad news for ya.">
<"Grow a pair an' fething say it, Varim! I can tell by the sound of your voice that it's all bad news, so get on with it!">

If this could be achieved, even if only to temporary effect, then there was a chance they could screen and open the way for the tanks and rotary-cannons in the eastward push; none of it would be easy, but if all the right Imperial elements persevered, everyone knew they were likely to succeed in the end. The only downside to an otherwise-admirable plan, as well as things were going for the Imperials in the west and on the Maurus Flatlands, and as much as it would tear at the others to learn after the sunrise, was the disaster that befell Eastern Burus infiltrators in the night. Varim, along with ninety-nine of the Brotherhood's toughest Goidelic and Novanian soldiers, had been outsmarted and surrounded by a contingent most could only assume to be elements from the GADF and NJO, likely operating out of the command-centre or the spaceport respectively.

<"Good news, we made it to the mountains south of the OPFOR spaceport.... Bad news, we got rumbled.... I'm dropping my rifle in surrender as we speak, Randall. Nothing else to be done about it now - it is what it is, my dear friend.">
<"See you on the other side, brother.... I'll let the wife know when she snaps out of 'er trance.... Survive, you hear me? Your fight doesn't end until they put you in front of a firing-squad. After all, cha bhi sinn uile! ITS ALL WE FETHING KNOW, VARIM!!!!">


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Objective One:
Hammer and Anvil
Actions: Engaging Imperial Forces with entire Battle-Group
(Flag Ship) Strict Justice Hydian-class Tactical Carrier
Terrible Star CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier
Cruel Justice CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier
7x Starbird-class Patrol Ship (Lost 3)
20x Squadrons SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter (Lost 11 Full Squadrons)
8x Squadrons B-wing Assault Starfighter (Lost 3 Full Squadrons)


The bridge near Cynthia was deathly quiet, the Comm Officers had not yet approached, they knew that their Commander was fully aware of the situation. She was staring directly into the holo-display of the tactical map, her blinks were so few that one of the Comm Officers wondered if he should start to worry. After perhaps several long agonized moments Cyn turned her head and calmly about turned to face the small group of Comm Officers waiting for her orders.

“Recall the escort Patrol Ships to provide the Carrier group with a screen.” Cyn quickled barked, Or whatever is left of them.

She was under no impression that those patrol crafts took quite a beating, but what had given her slight pause was the starfighter count. Best to leave it at simple numbers. Cyn returned back to the tactical display and kept her arms crossed behind her back.

“Um, Commander about the message from the Imperials.”

Cyn reflexively clenched her fists as she turned around to face the Comm Officer. Hiding away the fact her knuckles were turning white, she kept a neutral expression for her Officer. Classic Imperial authority with the right amount of pride and confidence. . . or arrogance as some had labeled me back in the day.

“Tell them to eat an A-Wing to the bridge,” Cyn wearily spoke as she turned back to the Tactical Display. Far too many red dots now. . .

“R-really? After what the Senator had sent?”

Cyn pinched her brow for a second, not even bothering to turn around this time; “-No, but if you really believe they warrant a response, send a message text display: ‘If you are displeased with our presence do submit a complaint form to the Galactic Alliance Defense Force, our offices shall review and determine the validity of your claims in two to three weeks’.”

She had enough problems to juggle, and responding to every message were settled quite squarely near the bottom of importance at the moment. Her B-Wing squadrons were not going to be as capable without a full X-Wing compliment for support, but hopefully what remained of her escort ships they could tip the scale. And the patrol ships can clear a path and give the B-Wings an opening. Anti-Capital ship combat doctrine for carrier groups gave detailed instructions that the preferred engagement range was for furthest possible launch point for starfighters.

They were unfortunately unable to comply with that first strategy. Cyn chewed the insides of her lips as she watched the FarStar Corellian Carriers empty out their Concussion Missiles in hopes of over-taxing the Star Destroyer’s Point-Defense systems. Cyn’s own Carrier had much better weapons when compared to the smaller Corellian vessels, but even with Megamasers and Pulse Quad Turbolasers firing at maximum speed, Cyn knew that the issue was a simple math problem.

We have too few and they have too much. Cyn blinked as she felt her Carrier shake as large Turbolaser fire was impacting their shields. Her own Carrier, Strict Justice, had quite the defensive capabilities but even Cyn did not want to stress test those systems today. Not if she could help it, but of course currently she needed to help out the Senator and her vessel and provide an exit path.
It's almost time for us to cut our losses as well. . .
 

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