Junction In The Flesh | Battle of Yinchorr [ NIO+Yinchorr , GA+Wakeelmui ]

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Yinchorri Base Gate
Engaging 104th Marine Batallion
Enemies: GA Maynard Treicolt Loske Treicolt Amon Vizsla Bayaz
Allies: Kolson Vrask Aitayo Yamaguchi
Equipment: Imp Knight Battle Armor, Crossguard Silver Lightsaber
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Of course, Jin found himself here once again, he did not remember the last time he had been on this world, all he could recall was scouting against the GA, but not openly being thrust into conflict. Now here he was again, instead of scouting he was leading waves of Stormtroopers and Yinchorri allies that had aligned with the New Imperial cause against the likes of the Galactic Alliance. He smirked laughing at the sheer thought of how he would be killing those that had once fought side by side with hopes of bringing the Sith Empire crashing down. Now he stood as an enemy at the gates, his crossguard saber ignited. The silver blade let out a quiet hum, the blade crackling slightly as he gazed at the gates that the enemy was behind. He did not wish to cause loss of life, but if it was what the Sovereign Imperator willed, then it would be done.

Stormtroopers and Yinchorri attempted to bring the gate down through sheer numbers, and overwhelming force. Despite all that the Alliance was cutting them to pieces. Jin only stood and watched, remembering how they had requested the presence of an Imperial Knight to counteract the likes of the New Jedi Order. If it wasn't for the prospect of facing a Jedi Knight. Then Jin wouldn't have bothered to appear. Even now watching the sight of New Imperials get slaughtered brewed darkness in him. A darkness that he himself as a Knight would have to swallow down. For he was here to carry out the will of the New Order. Not to just watch a battle play out. He stepped forward slowly upon the muddy ground, speaking. "Halt... I'll bring down this gate... When I bring it down... Charge, all of you. Show no mercy to the Alliance. We will accomplish what our leaders desire today, be it our sacrifice or not. For the Iron Sun!" With the Troopers looking at him, they let out a battle cry raising the rifles as Jin approached the gates. Already sensing the presence of a Jedi, his grin turned into a smirk.

Jin approached while he raised a hand up, the Alliance dogs spotted what looked to be an easier target as if he was just a normal man. Firing blaster bolt at him, Jin raised his saber meagerly deflecting and batting the bolts away. A few even hitting the alliance members, as Jin shut off the saber. He reached out with both hands, opened palmed as if he was slowly curling his fingers into a grip towards the gate. Squeezing the metal through the Force, gritting his teeth as he felt the immense weight of the metal. He concentrated on the Force, on his darkness, his anger for those that lied in the mud dead. Focusing on his emotions. He started to pull the gate down, the metal twisting and turning from being broken from the hinges. It was starting to put a strain on the young knight. Yet he would not be deterred, he was the Son of Kyrel Ren. He was strong, he knew this. But for the Iron Sun, he would not be stopped. This base would be taken in the name of the New Order, or his life would be forfeit.

With the gate crashing down. He panted, watching as the gate crashed with a loud thud. His forces watched behind him. When he recovered he ignited the silver crossguard blade, waving it forward and let out. "For the glory of the Iron Sun!" He shouted as he charged into the fray, cutting into the first group of Alliance Marines he saw. The frenzy of battle overwhelming him, The combined might of Yinchorri allies and Stormtroopers jumping into the fray. If not locking into a blaster upon blaster fight. It was tooth and nail hand to hand combat. Jin's eyes locking upon Kir Dantos He knew he found his quarry, at last, a fight worthy of his time.

 

[Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt]

E c t a s y O f G o l d

307th Imperial Expeditionary Storm Legion ‘Red Riders’

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER : OPERATION : SAVAGE HAND

Amon Vizsla Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Bayaz Kir Dantos

Tenebrae Armor / Hand Of God / BR-212-'Jackal' ACR / BH 'Durin' Charric Blaster Pistol / Light Saber (s)

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Hour Zero..
The Approach..

The pilot’s view port was marred by red streaks of cannon fire, the planetside set in the throes of a new war. As they passed through the billows of smoke on the approach, the screech of the tie escort echoed around them and the black phantoms emerged at the head of the column. It all sounded the same to her now, be it artillery and machine; it was just noise. The woman only had a passing vantage of the window before the Lieutenant stepped in the way unknowingly. The radio was a nightmare of static amidst the fall out. Lyra inhaled deeply, her jaw set tightly as she turned her eyes to the map. She had stood in his place many times before and it felt alien to be here..to be waiting. The cerulean map flickered before her, the city updated in real time as a tide of red broke at the walls of the holo map.

Here..now of all places on this arid rock. Lyra had long read the reports coming out of the sector. Her brows set together, hand tracing the seal of her helmet in her grasp. The weight was all too familiar and her servo clinked against the metal as she tapped her digits. The cabin’s lights dimmed as the whine of the engines began to accelerate. They had been too slow on Muunlinist but she had learned her lesson there. A red light buzzed as the table crowed, the hellish color casted over the armor of the troopers, of her rangers. Genesis and the security force mingled along the rows of plate and armor, a quiet chatter as troopers locked and primed their guns.

A restlessness was rearing it’s ugly head in her gut. It was them, it was herself-

Lifting her eyes, she met the faces and helms of the solemn team, Appw’rii caught her look and frowned plainly. It was etched across the woman’s face, in the growing lines across her brow and cheek. Appw’rii was stretched thin and Lyra knew by dead eye stare that she was reaching her limit. The RDAG jerked and it was a collective scramble to brace as the ship’s engines hurled before they leveled out. Lyra stumbled back a few steps, her plate locking as she swayed. Who were they to fight other’s wars, they had one duty. In the back of her mind though, the coldest prediction knew it would always end this; bulwark or not. The Order would always have been perverted from it’s true cause, for this, for politics. She only hoped Irveric was happy.

She wasn’t, shutting her eyes Lyra knew what was lying on the other side.

“The 201st is making good time, the battle droids are dampening the Alliance’s front lines here especially. Orbak and Bronco are rolling in as planned,” Arroyo leaned forward, the doors of the cockpit hissed behind him as he made himself comfortable at the table. The field below was chaos and she didn’t need the map to know that, ground assaults..Lyra couldn’t help but shake her head. It was just them on the ground, they didn’t need to send anyone else or perhaps she was underestimating the Alliance. The Zabrak’s voice was muffled by the enigma cast helm, he turned her way and she nodded for him to continue, catching his visor. “ETA is less than three minutes, they’re employing anti-air and reports suggest several Jedi are leading the front.”

“I’d be concerned if they weren’t, tell Artillery to halt in two and this time I mean it. Do we know who we’re fighting otherwise?” Lyra muttered.

“Archer thinks it’s the 104th, he isn’t familiar with the rest.”

“Right..I know of them then. All teams need to focus their objective, it won’t be hard to bait one of them into a fight. Appw’rii, Arroyo you both are the next most experienced with Force-users. You know what that means,” Lyra surmised. Treicolt? She couldn’t remember his name otherwise. Some high profile fighter, pilot if she recalled. She passed her helm between hands, as she ran her servo down the strap of the Jackal. Jedi, she knew then she could very well be outmatched. Lyra only gave a brief inspection of the rifle, she had meticulously prepared it before they had exited hyperspace. It would only see so much use before the days end. Looking back, she spoke up “Get everyone lined up.”

“Aye ma’am,” came the chorus of response.

“If I might add..Welcome back Major General” Arroyo said, a grim silhouette as he nodded toward her. He was having fun at her expense, she knew all too well but she respected Zabrak far too much after Bastion. Lyra wanted to bet his cockiness would evaporate before they hit the ground.

“Thanks Arroyo, balloons would have sufficed though,” Lyra parroted as she watched him form of, locking up with the Heavy boys.

A bitter chuckle escaped her and the map flickered again and the squadron registered on the field, the eight drop ships steadily closed in the city. Her apprehension mattered little and she flexed her gauntlets, stepping away from the map as it fizzled down leaving the strike team in the dark. They were in the thick of it now and Lyra hefted the helmet over his head, slipping it on. Her thumb brushed the seal as the HUD lit up, cycling through comm links and registering the team’s life signs.

The aerial shots percussion shook the hull of the gunship, she listened to the departure of the Fathal Burst as they engaged the Alliance’s own in a dog fight. Steadying herself, Lyra resolved herself to the fight. It was no different than any other approach, they just hadn’t gotten shot out the sky yet. Faint air chatter read over the audio receptors and Lyra tracked the count down, the minutes dwindling always and she turned her back on the command center.

The troopers swayed with the turbulence set against them, clinging to the brace straps hanging over head and tension bled from them. Drawing in a deep breath she pushed aside the overwhelming stench, they knew well the fire they were flying into and the fear was a mind-killer. Appw’rii stepped in to sight, helmet still in hand and Lyra crossed her arms plainly as she passed the woman. Her rifle snapped quietly against her hip with each step as the Captain hefted up her own rifle and fell in step, their boots echoing against the durasteel.

From behind the safety of her faceless helm she studied each trooper she passed. One hand brushed the cylinder strapped to her hip and ghosted under the flak poncho over her chest plate. Her sabers never left her side these days and Lyra knew COMPNOR would have fun scrubbing their existence from the battle. The transport shook again and Lyra rolled her shoulders, picking up leaden feet as she pushed through the forming lines. Arroyo was barking orders as roll call came in from the Bird Dogs to the Volunteers spread across the squadron. They were passing over the outskirts now as the timer hit a minute.

“Of all things we return to, it’s this. Another war, this isn’t right,” Appw’rii finally spoke, complaining but her her tone hushed as they halted before the rear ramp. The woman was toeing something dangerous and Lyra waited silently for her to continue. “When did we sign up to fight our allies?”

As if the Alliance hadn’t parked a destroyer over the planet itself.

“We never did, but they’ve chosen this as much as we have,” Lyra answered, her words weighed down the truth of it.

“You intend to see this through then?” Appw’rii asked with disbelief.

Lyra couldn’t blame her, where had the time gone-they were old and tired of this.

“I don’t want to but can I trust you down there?” She knew the answer if she bothered to search for it. Lyra looked to the Captain, her friend. The blonde woman studied her own helmet in hand. They didn’t have time for this and Lyra found herself grinding her teeth as the silence between them stretched. Lyra had faced the cautionary advice of the Executor himself, but this was all she had now. The feeling beat at the bars of it’s cage inside her chest and she held on to it.

“This is batha shit and you know it, Colvy-if you walk away. We all will, we don’t have to-”

“It’s a little too late for that now don’t you think?”

She didn't want the weight of their loyalty, to test it now.

“We’re no better than them now.”

“We were-and are never going to be,” Lyra said, each word weighed heavier than the last on her tongue and she knew it was not the Alliance the Captain spoke of. A crew member stepped up the controls, a heavy gauntlet taking up the controls as he looked to her for the call. The woman raised her hand as she reached up to grab a brace strap. The comms crackled to life as she spoke up.

<<“Prepare to jump!”>>

“Appw’rii get in line,” Lyra barked patience worn, sucking in a deep breath. She needed this to go right. The screen glowed as it outlined the woman. Appw’rii’s lip curled up and she quivered-this wasn’t fear this was anger and Lyra grimaced as the woman hesitated to put her helmet on. Speaking up, she added only, “Tomorrow.”

It was good as a promise.

“Tomorrow...” Appw’rii sighed, she barely caught the words but the blonde’s visage disappeared into the murky grey helmet.

<<“Hold on to that anger Goldielocks, we’ll need it soon enough,”>> Lyra’s voice distorted and she punched a serious of buttons on her vambrace. The links adjusted in one turn of a dial and Lyra snarled <<”Let’s hunt some dogs boys!”>>

There was a rhythmic thud racing up the rows of troopers, hands clapped the shoulder plates of the soldier in front, signaling. The audio whined the troopers hollered and answered to her rally. Lyra signaled the flight crew as a shrill alarm began to wail, the man hit the controls as a green light began to flash overhead. A firm hand ended on her and Lyra braced herself, staring ahead at the seam forming along the ramp. The hydraulics hissed as the roar of the winds whistled through the cracks as the rear of the RDAG dropped open. Steady as the beat of formation, her heart began to hammer as she stared out in the orange skies.

The echo of the artillery fire was distant but the skies were painted by the fall out. The rails overhead shot forward and she followed the guide, the heel of her boot catching the edge of the ramp as she threw herself out in the contested skies letting go. Weightless if for only a moment, the winds howled over the audio dampeners as she fell. Locking her arms in tight she pinned the Jackal to her chest. Staring down the city’s edge, tar like smoke obscured the ground but faint explosions dotted the land like beacons. From the ramps of the formation fell the first squads with her. Harried by stray shot and repeater alike, an explosion erupted hundreds of feet below her Lyra and she raised a hand shielding herself from the stray debris, passing through the cloud.

The timer had zeroed out but the altitude gauge began to track the decent. Two thousand and falling, the numbers disappearing in a blink of an eye. Dark and slashed in red Genesis dotted the sky. The company's jet packs ignited, raining down through the fires crashing down on to the walls of the cities. Closing in they were hailed by blaster fire. The walls were mobbed by native and the 201st alike. With the growing heat at her back, she scanned the walls from the sky's vantage. Jedi were never inconspicuous, the thought dripped with venom as she searched out the primary target. Rolling her ankle, the thrusters of her boots ignited and Sybila hit the ground running Jackal raised, finger fluttering over the trigger.

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: R.E.C Shipyard, Bridge of the Peacemaker]

Teica leaned against the back of a now charred and torn-up chair. The bridge was cold, and still had smoke scattered about. She let out a soft cough as an R.E.C engineer passed by. Earlier, the bridge had been clean, or at least, presentable. Now, it was a vandalized cake with smoke sprinkles and frosting made from pain and blood. She closed her eyes and leaned hard to the right. How many have we lost? Hundreds? Thousands? Ten thousands? The numbers continued to increase in her head. She couldn't handle it, neither could the chair.

"Argh!"

Teica fell to the ground, with her chair next to her. The tactical officer offered a rough, blood-stained hand. Teica took it, her mind forcing her legs to support herself, and sent the officer off with a smile. She rested a hand on her bruised side, limping toward a wall, passing several technicians running about. Her head met the wall once, then twice, a third time. The lead technician passed her the damage report, head still throbbing, she moved her eyes up and down, looking through. After only two seconds, she signed her name, and her head hit the wall again, and again, and again...

<End Scene, cue laugh tracks>

 

[Daz Farlander]

Daz Farlander, Lieutenant, Galactic Alliance Starfighter Corps
Location: Yinchorr Atmosphere, Tol-Kachorn Base
Tags: Olen Halcorr | Aeson Keel | Westenra Mina | Cynthia Alucard
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"Phantom Ten, standing by ready for takeoff." He said the radio comms.

"Phantom Ten, you are cleared for takeoff. Happy flying."

The fighter slowly started to lift off of the pad as he was given the go-ahead to take off. The crewman continued to point his baton towards the hangar entrance. A quick salute was given to the crewman and as the color turned from red to green, Daz pushed on the throttle.

The radar on his right started to ping with red circles quickly. He hadn't even been in the air more than five minutes before he was engaged in battle. No time to enjoy the breeze it seems. Turbolasers discharged towards the right and left of him. Explosions could be heard from the distance, and bits of debris rained down to the landscape below. Farlander locked the S-Foils in attack position and gripped the joystick to get good control. He was just about to make a sharp right turn before he heard the voice of his flight leader crack through the comms.

"I'm on a squint, one on your flight path Ten." ​

It caught him by surprise. He didn't see an Interceptor around before he checked the radar. Another look revealed the location. The Interceptor was flying in from the left side, trying to get in his blind spot for a cheap kill. That wasn't going to happen for sure. Daz pulled the joystick towards his chest, letting the X-Wing gain a bit of altitude. The Interceptor fell in line, just as predicted. Farlander would climb a bit more before pulling the joystick backward, making the fighter hang upside down. The Interceptor followed right behind with the same maneuver, yet he was one step ahead. He made the X-Wing take a sharp turn left and around, just in time for the Interceptor to finish turning over. A quick press of the trigger and the cannons recoiled, a streak of red following behind. It ripped a hole into the wing of the squint and into the main hull. It wasn't enough to end the craft outright, but they were definitely stunned. The Interceptor shuddered as Daz flew right past. He quickly pulled back the throttle and allowed the craft to slow before turning 180 degrees towards the Interceptor. The Interceptor had the same idea it seemed, as the glasteel cockpit stared right at him. He adjusted his grip on the joystick as he yelled up to his astromech, a new one than the one he had connected with, Cutter.

"Cutter! Put most of the power into the front deflector shield and switch the cannon firing mode to quad! We're gonna blow this eyeball out of the sky." Daz increased the throttle of the X-Wing as the Interceptor got closer. He waited for a second before squeezing the joystick trigger twice. Two bursts of four shots from the cannon came faster than a lightning bolt towards the Interceptor. The squint fired a ripple of shots into the deflector shield, which made Farlander grit his teeth as they hit. Not much damage but it would be good if he stayed unscathed. The squint didn't take the hits as well, as the wing joint could be seen smoking. The Lieutenant dropped altitude to avoid a head-on collision with the craft as he got ready to get in another lancing match with the Interceptor. The Interceptor, however, wouldn't be able to accept as the wing joint combusted, causing the wing fork-shaped wing to fly off, and the main craft spiral into the dirt below. The radar ping quickly disappeared off of his screen as Cutter relayed to him the information he just learned. "Yeah? Well, I just figured that out too." He turned another 180 degrees towards the main scene of destruction, radio-ing his CO that he was available as a wingman.

"Phantom Ten to Phantom Leader, squint is down. I'm holding on your left, I'll make sure nothing'll touch us."

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

Rurik Fel | Zaavik Perl Allyson Locke​

"You, uh, told me," he started. A glance to the Lord Executor reminded Dorian just how scary he was. "On Baltizaar. Or whatever. The place with the cultists, and that weirdo who kept saying 'ok'."

The deck officer who'd informed Rurik left the two Knights on the bridge. "You told me about Mirial. The... wall of light, how the Jedi said it was the right thing to do. The virtue in it." Dorian's eyes wandered to the surface of Yinchorr. From orbit they could see the first few muted flashes as the conflict began in earnest. "Is there virtue here?

"In fighting people we fought alongside? Attacking a city that has nothing to do with that 'enemy', sending soldiers to hold their leaders hostage?" He knew Rurik didn't have any power over that. The Lord Executor was an instrument of the will of the Imperator, after all. It just felt odd to watch a man who had taught him so much about discipline and virtue seem so powerless and empty. Not that Rurik was faltering; if anything his resolve was stronger than ever to fight for the New Imperial Order. For Dorian, the opposite might've been true. "I dunno, man, I just- I think you're lost."

He was one of the few who had brought Dorian in when he had been lost. But now, even in that moment where Dorian believed himself to be well and right, he faltered. His gaze settled on that cold metal visage for only a few moments before hiding away on the floor. It gave him just as much comfort.

"Maybe I'm just getting tired of war."

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But he wasn't done yet.

Within the hour they'd dropped onto the surface -- not a drop out from the stratosphere with only a jump pack, thankfully -- and advanced to the city's walls. Again he was reminded of Baltizaar. Breaking into the citadel, forcing their way in and annihilating those who stood before them. Like a shadow he followed Rurik into the breach. The two spearheaded the advance, a small cadre of Imperial Knights forcing the local forces back and gave the NIO forces a foothold. The saber was beginning to feel lighter in his hand. Still, that invisible hand guided each stroke of the deadly weapon, tearing into those who stood before him.

War was tiring. Fighting? It was the only thing he'd ever had any talent with. At least, that was what he told himself whenever he thought another path might've been better.

He'd always had that instinct, he thought. That sixth sense-

That sixth sense that screamed danger. Without thinking he reached out and pushed Rurik away, just in time for him to hear a disgusting crack as the slugthrower round tore through a stormtrooper's leg behind them. Moments later was the sound of the weapon. A little after, the cry of warning from the soldiers and the dive to cover.

Dorian found shelter in a small alley by the side of the road. A sniper. Anyone who couldn't look someone in the eyes and drive the weapon through their heart shouldn't have been allowed to kill. Whoever it was, they had to be at least alright with their weapon. And they seemed to know who to target. Honestly he'd almost forgotten that he couldn't block slugs with a saber. He was thankful he hadn't tried.

"Did you see where it came from?" He called out to Rurik. "I can close the distance, just tell me where-"

It screamed danger again.

 

[Zaavik Perl]

S H A D O W
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
OPERATION SCREAMING VENGEANCE
Allyson Locke | Rurik Fel | Dorian Sicarrio
T A K Y O N

FINISH THE JOB
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"Shit," Zaavik whispered. Allyson missed. Or perhaps more accurately, the Executor eluded death. Of course he did. Had that other Imperial Knight not been there, Zaavik was sure they would have got him. But they didn't. The rolling roar of the sniper rifle finally found its way to his ears. Executor, Imperial Knight, and Stormtroopers alike all dove for cover as if on cue.

Zaavik followed them silently into the alley. Fluid, light steps made not even the most miniscule of sounds. Still shrouded by the force, invisible to the eye, Zaavik weighed his options. He didn't believe for a moment that he could take the Executor in a fight. Maybe the Imperial Knight, but certainly not both of them.

Still, they hadn't noticed him yet. Perhaps the second time's the charm?

A deep breath to steady his nerves. In. Out. Slowly, quietly, he removed his lightsaber from the belt coupling. His eyes darted around the Executor, trying to discern the best angle to strike. This had to be quick. He couldn't let this devolve into a duel. At that rate, he was as good as dead. One chance only. Don't fuck this up Zee, he thought to himself.

Zaavik darted forward. Gripping the metal cylinder with both hands we wound back before matching his momentum with a swing. A low, upward strike towards the abdomen just beneath the ribs. Good enough? He hoped so. He flicked the switch, sending the verdant plasma screaming from the emitter mid-swing and illuminating his form from total obscurity, to barely visible transparency.

 

[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
LORD EXECUTOR
501st STORMTROOPER LEGION 'IMPERATOR'S FIST'
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
P L A N N I N G _ H I S _ V E N G E A N C E
FOCUS | Allyson Locke | Zaavik Perl | Dorian Sicarrio

MOMENT OF RECKONING
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"You are tired of war...the Galaxy is tired of war..."

"But so long as it swallows their lies...the lie of Darkness and Light...there will always be war."

"If the Alliance wanted peace...they would not have been so quick to demonize our Empire, to deem us evil, tyrants, no better than the Sith. We fight our war now so that no one else will ever have to march to war. That is our sacrifice and our sacrifice will be remembered."

"For all their claims of goodness and virtue...the Light casts a shadow. For there is one truth, Dorian. One truth that matters. Order."

"Today...we bring Order."

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Rurik would soon be enveloped in that shadow unknowingly or not.

<"Red Riders are scaling the wall, Executor! As soon as our armor gets within hundred meters of our spot, we can press the attack and ascend the walls, our siege breakers are just getting past the shield."> One of the troopers of the 501st, the Imperator's Fist sounded out to the Man of Iron. With half of his helmet donning the pattern of a human skull in blue paint it was one of Tavlar's own command squad.

Rurik nodded, the 501st hardly needed his guiding hand to be effective operators on the field. New Kalandra, Sundari, Harnaidan, Ravelin...they've seen enough of the fires worth a life time for any weaker soul. Under the doctrines of Irveric Tavlar, they'd sown death unto the enemy in a ruinously efficient manner, today would be no different. Pity to those who dared oppose them. While they were not the most brutal of the Order, they were among the most effective. Even if they weren't on Yinchorr in their full fighting force.

"Then press the advantage. Chaos already breeds in their ranks. Another breach in the outer defenses and they will be hopeless. What matters now is our detachment on the inside follows through with their objective." Capturing the leadership of the Yinchorri Intelligentsia would've rounded the full circle of a decisive victory here, even as with each passing moment, that seemed less and less likely of a possibility.

As they funneled through the gate, the breach forced by his discipline in Detritus Ren and at his flank, one of the Stormtroopers with him was caught in the leg and collapsed from the impact of the slugthrower round, sending him into dusty road side as a cloud of urban ash enveloped the blue and argent duraplast in grey dust. As soon as he felt the pull of a medic a hand went up to an aural toggle and the scream of pain was silenced so long as he was clearly grasping at the wound as he was pulled away.

Rurik's narrow, focused gaze reared up to see the glint of the sniper's scope.

"There..." He said in reply to Dorian, even if the tone was loud enough only for himself to pick up.

"Cover to cover! But do not stop moving!" Rurik barked out in command. Each inch of gained ground here was precious real estate.

Pulling forward, the Zeltron Jedi Shadow was the first from the fray to challenge the Lord Executor, a fast motion swing pulling his form out and infront of him, no hesitation before the golden blade ignited with a hiss and flash of the superheated blade. A snap reaction strike angled toward his abdomen. Pulling his arm down and toward the blade he let the lightsaber resistance vambrace absorb the blow before he whipped his arm out to will the force through his finger tips, a burst of telekinetic force to force him out and away from him with his left, still organic hand. A snap of lightning from his finger tips followed, to stun him for a brief moment, not nearly lethal capacity.

"They send a boy, imagine, Knight Sicarrio that I saw you fit to slay one of their masters. Irresponsible. Undisciplined. See to it that he is defeated and captured, Knight." He commands to Dorian. The Zeltron was not worthy of being so easily discarded. He was merely misguided.

His focus then shifted to the sniper, his eyes veering back in the origin of the glint of the scope. With the chain of command well at work in willing the unit of 501st Stormtroopers through the streets he moved forward all his own, his argent blade in his right, cybernetic hand as he enclosed the distance toward the concealed sniper position.

"Captain, you're in command. Carve through to the capital." A simple enough prerogative directed to Anton Cassel . He marched in an almost slow, foreboding pace. Provoking another shot from Allyson, an ambush. A presence on the field all his own.

<"The Executor! - Fire!"> Shouted one of the Alliance marines. Rurik cast out his saber in a precise throw that lodged it through the duraplast breastplate of the trooper before willing it back to his grip.

There was another.

A Jedi.

And a formidable one at that.

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

Zaavik Perl | Rurik Fel Allyson Locke​

Dorian grunted. "I'm not a kid," he replied, but nonetheless followed Rurik's orders. Saying it out loud made him feel silly. Honestly, he did feel like a kid -- doing whatever what the adult told him to do. There was some comfort in that, of course; Rurik was smarter than he was and far more experienced. Dorian was only really entering adolescence. Learning to question, learning to think. Perhaps even thinking of challenging the Order that the Lord Executor held so dear. But in truth he wouldn't change much. He didn't care about swearing to the Codex, but he did care about Rurik, as difficult as it was to show it. Disobedience was off the table.

As the rest advanced, Dorian jogged over to the kid who'd been thrown off by Rurik. He'd sensed the danger before the attack but Rurik had managed to counter even with only a moment's notice. The Jedi wasn't that fast. He stopped a dozen feet away in the side street the kid had been tossed to. "Neat trick, with the invisibility thing. Never seen anything like it. Well, actually, I met a Defel once- ah, whatever."

He paused, sizing up his 'opponent' for a moment before taking off his own helmet. It was uncomfortable anyways, and matted down his hair. He liked his hair. Still, he thought he might have a better chance to deal with this without the possibility of accidentally shish-kebabing the Zeltron. The saber in his hand was loose.

"Look, kid, this is a bad place to be, and y'know, big bad iron dad said I gotta bring you, so," he said. "Not a big deal. You win some, you lose some. I'm not gonna hurt you, just pass me the saber and we'll head on out, yeah?"

He didn't know why he was trying to be nice to the guy. Maybe some residual respect for that one guy... Ryv. Muunilist had been a ride. Or maybe he was thinking of his mother again -- after all, she'd been a Jedi. Not that he knew if she'd been any good at it. Maybe he just saw a bit of himself there. Cute dark-haired kid fighting something a little bit bigger. Only, this time, that cute kid would lose.

Maybe he'd changed. Maybe this was his way of questioning things.

He held out his hand to the kid. "Just pass the saber."

 

[Naier Rambeigh]

S A V A G E..H A N D
SMOKING_CAVALRY​

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ALLIES: Hiram Voss | Tyrell Paxxus
HOSTILES: Teica Giraan | CETCOM | Tyrel Ferri

The arrival of the 4th Squadron into the fray was perhaps not the end, neither did it mark the beginning of any new shift in paradigm. It was however, the entrance of Commander Naier, who had long craved action after a long, unbroken period of long range patrols that wore his patience thin. If he was excited, the rest of the crew could feel it from the very air surrounding him as he stood motionlessly on the observatory deck. Yet it was the tenseness of his shoulders, the stiff air around the usually boisterous, and indeed, colorfully spoken man, that was an unusual sight for the bridge crew of the Ode to Greed.

As hyperdrive engines cooled down and chatter resumed, the hum of activity awoken the officer from his silent reverie, who jogged back to the command deck, masking a tight grin on his face. "Flight leaders requesting permission to sortie, Commander." said Lieutenant Simone, intercepting her superior officer with a datapad.

"Good, good." Naier replied back, uncharacteristically soft and genial in his response. It provoked a blanching of Simone's already-pale-face, as if she had done something to provoke his wrath-yet-unleashed. But Naier's sincere and genuine air did not waiver, as he drew up the tactical map of the planet.

Naier had never been to Yinchorr, and his only knowledge of the planet came very recently from the reports in his personal datapad. Whether it was Coruscant or a loose collection of asteroids, for Naier it was simply a break from- well, a long break.

He pointed out towards the two signatures on the holographic display- the telltale transponders of both Vice Admiral Hiram Voss and the Grand Vizier himself. Not only was it an excellent wake up call, he reasoned out loudly to the still-nervous Lieutenant by his side, but also a political opportunity for the both of them. "Promotions, Simone, promotions." he said with barely contained exuberance. "Higher command for us both, and soon we may have to bid farewell to one another."

Simone looked sideways at the massed signature of hostile shapes on the map, and swallowed.

"Or maybe not." he added dryly, catching his young lieutenant's anxiety. Even after months aboard his ship, he had failed to instill the same level of initiative and confidence that came to the commander naturally. Not everyone, Marlene had reasoned, was suited for command. His betrothed was right about Simone, though it didn't reflect well on him if he kept her around for too long.

"Comms, flag both Malice and the Epitaph II on direct channel." he commanded with a booming voice. The disjointed replies of 'aye ayes' affirmed his orders, and soon the holographic display on the situation table coalesced into the forms of his superior officers. He gave them both a brief salute, before moving onto introductions.

"Commander Rambeigh of the 4th Squadron, Beskar Division. We apologize for the late arrival, we were several jumps away from the fight when we received the order. My flight wings are ready to deploy on your command."

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Spoiler: Naval Assets

Squadron Roster Composition​

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4th Squadron, Beskar Division - 3rd Fleet

Vessel	Description	Status	Commander
NIV Ode to Greed​	- Stalwart-class Carrier	- Fully crewed, active	Naier Rambeigh​
NIV Braggart​	- Tirailleur-class Frigate	- Fully crewed, active	TBA​
NIV Miss Me​	- Gurkha-class Corvette	- Fully crewed, active	TBA​
NIV Bingo!​	- Gurkha-class Corvette	- Fully crewed, active	TBA​

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[Cynthia Alucard]

Lieutenant Cynthia "The Pixie" Alucard
Objective: Stop the Yevethan Aggression
Actions: Join in Phantom Squadron's Attack

Spoiler: Equipment

UL-13 “Corporis” Skin Suit
REC-SS02 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter
REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol

Quickly Cyn’s X-Wing jettisoned out of the hanger, the battle in the skies had already commenced and it seemed to increase with intensity by the minute. Cyn scanned the skies above her, small explosions decorated it all, as laser fire streaked. The ex-imperial pilot did not enjoy the sight of seeing the far greater numerical superiority of the enemy forces. Even before she could finish scanning the battlefield a TIE screamed towards, laser fire blaring into her X-Wing’s shields.

Swiveling her controls and sending her X-Wing into evasive maneuvers, Cyn managed to keep the TIE from locking on for a moment. Increasing the throttle, she focused on the rear deflector shield. Cyn knew she needed to keep an eye on that gauge while she flew, it was currently her only life line as she swerved once again to dodge another salvo from the TIE behind her. Another blast shook the cockpit and Cyn grimaced when she saw the gauge for her rear deflector shield.

Cyn continued to push her X-Wing to get even higher speeds, even going as far as to locking her S-foils back into single wings. Soon the incoming fire from the TIE behind her grew ever more erratic, even needing very few evasive maneuvers. Slowly Cyn began to climb up through the atmosphere, but instead of escaping into orbit and outer space to help with the space battle proper, she turned back down to assist with the lower atmosphere fight.

Maybe I also want some vengeance.

With her X-Wing unlocking the S-foils and engaging its weapons to full power, Cyn flew herself back into the dog-fight. But this time under her terms and initiative, her eyes found a pair of TIE fighters attempting to box in another Alliance pilot and Cyn intervened. Her weapons fired in rapid succion, successfully making the two TIEs to pull away from their target. But one of them made the mistake in attempting to turn against Cyn and with another successful hit the TIE turned into a flaming wreckage and spirling towards the ground. Cyn’s eyes watched the TIE burn and would have watched it hit the dirt if not another TIE nearly caught the unaware ex-Imperial.

Letting loose a quick spray one of Cyn’s blasts caused the TIE to start billowing out smoke but an explosion rocked her X-Wing and catastrophic damage made Cyn lose control of her X-Wing. Cyn attempted to re-calibrate the engines but to no avail, the systems appeared unresponsive and with precious seconds left Cyn had only one course of action. Double checking to make sure she was strapped into her seat, she ejected herself out of the cockpit and doomed X-Wing.

With another thud, and after the scraping sounds stopped, Cyn jumped out of her escape pod. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area and noted she wasn’t too far from the nearby city. But it was currently under siege and with the raging battle overhead it was going to be a while before help could arrive. With a quick sigh escaping her lips, she leaned against the escape pod and wondered if she was going to need to walk and possibly sneak past the invading Imperials.

Before she could think a bit more a blaster bolt slammed past her shoulder and this motivated Cyn to duck and cover behind the escape pod. Desperately attempting to find her blaster pistol, more shots slammed against her cover and Cyn managed to peek out and see that it was an Imperial TIE pilot, perhaps one of the two she had shot or crippled. With perhaps only a blaster pistol available to her, she considered her options at the moment. Taking another glance the TIE Pilot was walking closer and closer to the escape pod, neither attempting to find cover or even waiting for Cyn to pop her out for another quick glance.

Moments passed and the TIE Pilot managed to get within a meter of the escape pod before rushing to one side to possibly take the advantage but instead was met with a trained blaster pistol aimed at his head and the bolt smacked into the TIE Pilot’s helmet. This of course did not kill the pilot, the helmet safeguarded the TIE Pilot enough but Cyn rushed forward and shoved the Pilot into the ground.

Smacking the pistol away, Cyn continued her attack with her boot knife and slammed the blade into the Pilot’s chest. After a few moments Cyn slowed down and with a quick disgruntled shake of her head took the knife out of the pilot’s chest and stood back up. Breathing heavily she walked back to her escape pod and sat outside, leaning against it to help gather herself once again.

“Idiot”

Cyn despised fanaticism, such a wasted emotion, especially when the alternative was to just head back home.

“We could have both walked away and fought again in the stars.” Cyn sighed as she got back up and dug into her Escape pod for rations and water. It was going to be a bit of a walk.
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[Hans Rennagen]

F O R C E _ C O R P S
Objective: Infantry Protection & Anti-Jedi Warfare
Engaging: Amon-Olu

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Almost as soon as Hans had pushed the Jedi away he was coming in for another strike. Hard, fast, abnormally aggressive for a Jedi. He'd fought beside Jedi before this, but they had all maintained a kind of airy, serene grace in battle. Like they were dancing.

But this was no dance.

Hans was still recovering from the Jedi's frontal assault when the man drove his lightsaber at Hans for the next attack. It came in towards his shield, no doubt a disarming tactic, although Hans was not all too familiar. There were few established rules for shield-toting warriors, or fighting them, and Hans was new to the fighting style. A swipe of his shield was enough to divert the Jedi's strike, though not to deter it. The azure blade grazed through the white armour plating on Hans' shoulder.

"AAAGH!"

Hans recoiled in pain, then flailed his lightsaber in hard from the right side. Unlike his shield arm, his sword arm was still true. Yet in the moments of incredible searing pain that came after his arm was sliced by the enemy blade he could hardly focus on precision or form.

Hans glanced briefly to his wound, which was more than enough to assess the severity. The metal plate armour glowed from the heat of the lightsaber, and underneath it was a large cauterized gash. Anger began to swell inside him, unbecoming of an Imperial Knight, but perfectly natural for a foolish Knight-Errant who had yet to truly learn his place. This would be a test of will, of controlling his emotions. Failing meant a handful of different things, none of which was ready to deal with...

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

T H E _ W O L F
104th MARINE BATTALION 'WOLFPACK'
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
A C H I L L E S _ L A S T _ S T A N D
Loske Treicolt | Kir Dantos | Bayaz
Engaging | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
Armor | Lightsaber

TIME TO MAKE WAR​

It was enigmatic by now if this was betrayal or expected, to turn the sights onto those he'd never think of not months prior. He fought and bled with them at Harnaidan, Bastion. He had kin who loved and respected the soldiers he sought to cut down now. He couldn't imagine Waylon going into this conflict easy, nor could Maynard had if his cousin was leading troops on the other side. No doubt he might've given up his saber in surrender in hopes of avoiding that moment, or pleaded to fate that Waylon might do the same to him instead. But he was dead and gone now, the rest didn't matter.

What mattered was the men and women at his side and the men and women in his sights now. Friend or foe, they carried the fire and sought to bathe the Wolfpack alive in it. As the full brunt of the Red Riders' assault bore down unto him, it became evident who was favored in the mental chess game that came with battlefield stratagem. Lyra Voi'kryt had seen military service going back to the days of the One Sith...all the while, Maynard had only taken the reins of command a few years ago. The disparity became clear as the Wolfpack all just tried to stem back the tide as the 307th assaulted with armor, infantry, airborne.

All Maynard could hope for was buying time for the VIPs to evacuate, officially bringing them into Alliance space and custody, making them all but untouchable by New Imperial operatives, where as now, this was the murky and gray area of geopolitics. This wasn't the Alliance's world, this wasn't their city. This was an 'illegal' and partisan occupation of Yinchorr. At least, that was what the New Imperial Order could claim to stand upon moral high ground and divert any real war coming from this. Maynard only hoped the Alliance knew that as well or else there was no chance this would be the last he'd be opposing the New Imperials.

Kir's voice at his flank was jarring, Maynard's gaze buried beneath his Wolfpack helmet. Which certainly favored the rotting anxiety he felt creep up at the battle bearing down over him. He kept his cool enough to reply in earnest.

<"One way to put it. Ping a hit on their armor, lay the heat off our defenses."> Maynard replied in command to Kir. The approaching walkers and tanks needed some form of hinderance if they were going to keep ahold of their position.

A moment later, he was off again along the ramparts, one swipe of his cobalt saber skewering a Red Rider in a brief stroke before soon enough his gaze set on the fortified armor of the Major General herself as she'd descended alongside her troopers.

His eyes narrowed as he honed in on the slugthrower in her arms, veering his hand out to will the rifle to his grip with a telekinetic pull of the force, if successful by any measure, the Marine General would slice it right in two with his own blade before he stared her down again. Whatever pragmatic and 'one of the boys' finery she had, he could tell the knight of the Force a world of difference from the sea of stormtroopers enveloping her.

He had no tactical or strategic high ground to talk her down to surrender, nor did he have the moral high ground to evoke mercy from her.

He had his blade.

That was all he could rest trust in now.

He lurched forward with the aim to slicing the cobalt blade across his abdomen in a swift cut before he reared his vambrace up to first a grappling line to wrap around her waist.

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

Alliance Jedi Guardian Armour
ENGAGING: Hans Rennagen

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The implementation of the shield made their exchange a poor dance.

Little back and forth, Amon's aggressive fighting style had the Imperial on the back foot from the start. Despite his relentlessness, there was no intent to kill behind his attacks. Primarily debilitating attacks, the Jedi Knight wanted a quick end to the fight with limited bloodshed. But he knew, that the longer this engagement took, the longer he'd be away from the front, or even the spaceport, but with Lucien Dooku 's arrival, Amon knew he didn't need to be securing the fleeing souls.

Before his feet even touched the ground, the cry of pain from Hans Rennagen rang out in the alley, and he could see where he had struck true through his armour and on his shoulder.

Nothing in the galaxy could withstand the plasmatic beam of saber energy.

Before he could press the attack to put a swift end to the fight, he saw a flash of ivory energy arcing right at him. Too slow to stop it, he began to shift his body, but the saber burned past the side of his torso, by his ribcage. Jerking to the right when the pain flared up his side, his teeth grinded upon each other, a grunt bursting from his mouth before his lightsaber slapped the blade away forcefully. The cortosis weave the only saving grace that spared his flesh being cooked right then and there.

Surprised by the counterattack, the young Thyrsian had decided on his own. Left hand reaching up to the sky with his saber before being joined by his right, and clenching it with both hands slashed downwards with a focused aggression brimming just below the surface. Continuing to prey on the Imps' weakened shoulder, his right hand, at the bottom of his hilt jerked to the side, abruptly twisting the motion into a horizontal slash towards his shields' bicep.

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

G R A N D _ V I Z I E R
R E C H A R G I N G _ T H E _ V O I D
Space Over Yinchorr, Aboard Epitaph II
Hiram Voss | OPEN

ESCALATION
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Tyrell surveyed the holodisplay with a contemplative furrow of his wrinkled brow. The approach before the conflict always felt longer than it ever really took. The sound of his on-board Vice Admiral barking pedantic orders through the bridge was an incoherent blur of intonations behind his focus. The young navyman had been hand-picked by Tyrell for his merits. If only he'd known how much a headache he'd be. As long as his successes continued, the Grand Vizier was fine to bear it.

"I was curious as to whether you wanted to authorise an escalation. We have Grand Admiral Rausgeber waiting to reinforce our presence here on our mark. I think, if we continue to see this pattern of vessels dispatched? We may need them sooner rather than later."​

"Consider the escalation authorized, Vice Admiral Voss." Tyrell responded through the comm channel. He looked out of the viewports and back to the holodisplay. "Send Grand Admiral Rausgeber the mark at your discretion, we engage upon his arrival."

The Grand Vizier looked over his shoulder. "Prep all battlestations for engagement, and have all support craft being preflight checks."

"It's already done, Grand Vizier," Vice Admiral Fisk retorted.

Tyrell raised a brow. It was within the Vice Admiral's authority, but it was an obvious undermine of Tyrell's authority. "I advise restraint, Vice Admiral. This is my ship."

The friction was palpable.

 

[Zaavik Perl]

S H A D O W
THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE
OPERATION SCREAMING VENGEANCE
Dorian Sicarrio | Allyson Locke | Rurik Fel
B L E E D I N G _ I N _ T H E _ B L U R

RESIST​

A momentary lapse in conciousness after the Executor's sudden retaliation left Zaavik on the ground. His head was spinning, many of his muscles still in mid-electrostimulus spasms. Still, somehow, the Padawan found the strength to stand. He staggered slightly from foot to foot, visibly wobbling.

"Not a big deal. You win some, you lose some. I'm not gonna hurt you, just pass me the saber and we'll head on out, yeah?"
"Just pass the saber."​

Well, this certainly didn't go as planned.

Zaavik snarled at the Imperial Knight. There was no certainty about the adversary's ability. Could the Padawan take him? Maybe. It wasn't worth dying for, and the offer of mercy was admittedly rather appealing. But it wasn't worth getting captured for, either. It spelled death either way, at least from Zaavik's point of view. He wasn't confident that he had the stomach for torture. Any interrogation would just lead to a shameful divulging.

"Protect what you think is important."​

He straightened, holding his saber out to the side. "Eat a dick," he retorted. Viridescent energy extended to a merciless blade. He roared, lunging forward with a flourish. A downwards cut, unbalanced, unrestrained. Everything he had left was all staked on this opening strike. Naive? Maybe. Desperate? Certainly.

 

[Hiram Voss]

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OPERATION EISEN ECLIPSE
Objective: Reinforce the Grand Vizier's position.
Location: NIV Malice, Command Vessel (x)
Allies: Tyrell Paxxus | Robogeber
Enemies: Teica Giraan | CETCOM | Tyrel Ferri

Hiram was relieved with the Grand Vizier's blessing. He felt vindicated even that the Grand Vizier had even taken the military man's advice. While of course he held the political leadership of the New Imperial Order with the upmost regard, it was nevertheless an assumption that whenever politicians followed their men into battle, they tended to overestimate their own strength and prowess. "Thank you Grand Vizier. My vessels will move to reinforce your position." Hiram informed Praxxus, "In the interim, I'd advise deploying your fighter craft, and preparing them to either screen us, or dispatch the enemy. Until that point, I think our long range guns are more than enough to keep them at bay."

With that Hiram took the liberty to dismiss himself from the conference and now began to reconnect and reconvene. "Get me Grand Admiral Rausgeber." Voss commanded to the technical crew. They immediately scurried as Hiram stood to attention and waited for the Grand Admiral to appear. There was latency on his end. A pause, before in all his glory the blue holographic figure appeared. Grand Admiral Rausgeber in the flesh. "Grand Admiral," Hiram stiffened his impeccable posture. "Sir, the Grand Vizier has requested your presence. Enemy contacts over Yinchorr have increased, and I suspect this will be only the beginning."

There was a pregnant pause as the Grand Admiral glared down at the Vice Admiral. "Sounds very similar to one of our past engagements, no?" Carlyle mused, with a husky drawl. Hiram looked up at the hologram and nodded.

"Yes Grand Admiral." Hiram confirmed, "It certainly does feel that way." He then swallowed, "If I may, while right now we don't have an insurmountable disadvantage in regards to numbers, I fear the enemy is merely delaying us. In case of a larger response." Hiram paused, "If I may sir, time is of the essence."

"I understand your predicament Vice Admiral Voss," Carlyle drawled with a smug satisfaction. "My mere disappointment is the Grand Vizier did not call me personally." Hiram scowled, was he really just tooling with them. "But you will have your reinforcements Vice Admiral. We will be departing imminently." The Grand Admiral flickered off, and Hiram swallowed.

"Admiral Voss," The Gunnery Officer called out from across the bridge. Hiram immediately turned his attentions to the younger officer, and cocked his head toward him, "Sir, our Petard charges are ready for dispatch sir. Charges set, and cleared for deployment." Good. This should keep the enemy somewhat busy.

"Have two squadrons of the seismic variety target their reactor systems. One target the bridge." Hiram commanded, "The proton armed squadrons are to target their hangars and engine systems." Hiram smirked a little. While for now things seemed bleak, this grand opening move would certainly make sure the battle would progress in their favour.

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

NIV Malice
6x TIE/HF | 2x TIE/HB

NIV Venom (x)
2x TIE/HF

NIV Brigadier (x)
5x Petard (2x Proton, 3x Seismic Cores) | 5x TIE/OT

NIV Brawl (x)
3x TIE/INX

 

[Robogeber]

OPERATION EISEN ECLIPSE: Case Santaissa
Objective: Answer the call.
Location: NIV Tregessar, Shilli System
Allies: Hiram Voss | Tyrell Paxxus
Enemies: Tyrel Ferri | Teica Giraan | CETCOM

“We will be departing imminently.” Carlyle drawled, before giving a nod and dismissing the Vice Admiral. His attention now turned to the fleet and objectives that were now on hold. The Grand Admiral glided across from the comms station to the main bridge, “Do inform Colonel Barnabus of our departure.” Rausgeber dictated to the signals team, “He will hold our assets for collection here, until this situation over Yinchorr can be dealt with.” Rausgeber starred down the navigation quadrant of the bridge crew. “Set course for Yinchorr, max speed.”

Commodore Lilya Gowe approached from the centre gangplank of the command deck, “Grand Admiral,” Gowe lifted herself to attention, “I have just sent to the rest of fleet commands, they are preparing to move on your signal.”

The droid paused and shook his head as he comprehended her order. “No, no.” The Grand Admiral interrupted, “Based on what Vice Admiral Voss has told me, the situation is a little too dire for us to merely sit by and wait for a coordinated arrival.” He paused, “Provide all commanders strategic autonomy. Once they have plotted their course, they are authorised for immediate departure.”

Gowe bowed her head, “Of course sir, I will amend the orders as requested.” The Commodore brushed past the Grand Admiral who examined the fleet. Tregessar Command, his own personal command group of vessels now began to disappear into the void, shooting away from Shilli and across to Yichorr. One short jump over.

“Do you believe Grand Admiral,” Commodore Gowe mused, approaching again. “That we are facing a new Imperial-Galactic Alliance War sir?” She delivered her inquiry with a faint tremor in the otherwise cold tone of her voice. The face on Rausgeber’s scanlined screen creased in thought, as he turned to face his subordinate. A woman who had been but a lieutenant at the outbreak of the first First Imperial-Galactic Alliance Civil War.

“No.” Carlyle finally settled on, as the final checks on the hyperdrive were completed. The Tregessar began to lurch slightly, “No, I feel this is different this time.” The Super Star Destroyer disappeared from Shilli’s orbit. “This Galactic Alliance are a different animal. Similar weakness apparent. But they are not the same. They’re beholden, or at least pay more lip service to their member states.” Carlyle’s ponderous expression changed to that of a ravenous animal. “Let today bloody their nose and soften their resolve to any repeat of the past.”

The Grand Admiral’s remarks came as Tregessar Squadron leaped from lightspeed. The colossal Super Star Destroyer slotting itself neatly into a formation already planned by the other fleets captains, commodores and commanders, all of whom were behind the entangled NIV Malice and Epitath. “Hold our fire.” Carlyle mused, “We will see if our presence deters the undesirables.”

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

NIV Tregessar (x)
TIE/NX x9 | TIE/HB x6 | Petard (Concussion Core) x3

NIV Dragon (x)

NIV Pursuit (x)

NIV Cunning (x)

NIV Intrepid (x)
TIE/OT 4x

NIV Endeavour (x)
TIE/NX 4x

NIV Honour (x)
TIE/OT 2x | TIE/HB 1x

NIV Krayt (x)
TIE/NX 2x | TIE/HB 1x

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Tol-Kachorn, Yinchorr
OBJECTIVE: Operation Screaming Vengeance
ALLIES: Auteme | CETCOM | GA
ENEMIES: Kolson Vrask | Djorn Bline | Daros Karmann | Meko Sorrin | Jaeger Harrsk | NIO
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Taxman's Embrace | Visions of Gold | REC-LA/02 Combat Armour
POST: II

His first piece of evidence came from the Yinchorri authorities.

Tithe had been in the garage of the Council of Elders headquarters preparing to head out when a convoy of emergency response landspeeders flew past. Despite the growing New Imperial threat around the edge of the city and in the skies above, the Yinchorri medics had somewhere they needed to be in a hurry.

“Oh my, now where could they be off to?”

His escorts conferred for a moment with command via their comlinks, before reporting that there had been a shooting at a nearby hotel. Dozens were dead and injured, with reports coming in that a team of Sith Empire assassins had been spotted leaving the scenes.

“Now I've got to say, I have a feeling about this, and I don't think it's a good one.” Tithe leapt into the up-armoured repulsor transport, his Yinchorri escorts right behind him. The vehicle pulled out of the garage and sped toward hotel, hurrying to keep the convoy of medical landspeeders insight.

Sith on Yinchorr. Could it be? Conflict between the Galactic Alliance and the New Imperials was advantageous to the Sith Empire. The GA and NIO had united to overthrow the Sith capital of Bastion, and had sent the Emperor and his cultists scurrying back to Dromund Kaas. Driving a wedge between their enemies would give the Sith time to regroup and shore up their crumbling defences.

The up-armoured transport came to the stop out the front of the hotel. Tithe dismounted the vehicle and surveyed the carnage before him. Bodies of visitors and locals, Yinchorri, human and alien alike, littered the ground out the front of the hotel. Medics and passersby moved between the wounded, doing what they could for this still clinging to life. Those who had passed were left in peace.

Tithe, with his escorts close at hand, moved into the hotel lobby. The carnage repeated itself inside the building. Hotel guests, hurrying to check-out and escape the NIO invasion, had been blastered where they stood. What little resistance the hotel security could muster had been quickly overwhelmed.

But something didn’t sit right. The Sith had a certain aesthetic when it came to wanton murder. ‘Theatrical’ certainly came to mind. Yes, the attackers had left a device which had broadcast the dying groans of their victims - thankfully now shut down - but they had simply gunned down their targets before quickly departing. There was no signs of ceremony or sacrifice, no skinning, mutilations, Sith occult practices. Tithe had been with the Sith long enough to know their tradecraft. Even the non-Force users of the Sith-Imperial Legion were prone to acts of Sith worship to appease their leaders.

“Yes yes, show me the, ah, holo again.”

The Senator for Aargau watched a replay of the attack captured by a security holocam in the lobby. While the attackers wore Sith insignia, their uniforms were unlike any he had ever seen during his time as a Sith-Imperial bureaucrat. Tithe was well placed to identify Sith-Imperial issue attire - a company he owned, Liquidity Textiles, supplied much of the specialised armour the Sith-Imperial Legion used, including their alpine and recon armour variants and flightsuits. The attackers may have tried to look the part, but he was certain they weren’t Sith-Imperials.

He took a copy of the holo recording, and on his way back to the door, used a discarded tablecloth to pick up an expended blaster power pack. As with the attackers clothing, it would be interesting to see what the power pack could him about their agent provocateurs.

His Yinchorri escort advised that security forces believed they had a trace on the landspeeder the attackers had used to flee the hotel. “Onward we go.” Tithe and his escort clambered into the up-armoured repulsor transport and sped off in pursuit.

 

[CETCOM]

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Location | Yinchorr , Council of Elders Headquarters
Focus | Denzul Vosh-Sularen + Lieutenant Leoet
Forces | 50 Special Security Troopers | 5 FST-62a Landspeeders
Objective | Escape
Tags | Kolson Vrask | Auteme | Jaeger Harrsk | Aerarii Tithe | Lucien Dooku | Jerec Asyr | Djorn Bline | Daros Karmann | OPEN

After a long wait , Lieutenant Leoet and his Men came out after sweeping the area within and around the Headquarters of the Council of Elders. A Second Attempt to convince the other members of the Council of Elders to join Leoet and Senator Vosh in their evacuation had failed and eventually Leoet and his men gave up and returned to Senator Vosh. While the Senator would have preferred to kill all of those Stubborn High Councillors to prevent their capture by the New Imperials leaving them Alive was a more safer solution and plus having these Councillors in his finger tips meant having control over the Yinchorri Government-in-exile.

"Are we ready to leave ,Lieutenant?" Senator Vosh said to Lieutenant Leoet as the Lieutenant climbed onto the Senator's Landspeeder. "I believe we are. I've just heard reports of an attack at a nearby hotel and apparently Senator Tithe has gone out to investigate." the Lieutenant replied. "Well if anything happens to him , that's his fault. We have to get these Councillors to Safety. Where is the nearest Spaceport , Lieutenant?" Denzul asked eager to get out of this messy situation" Leoet then proceeded to take out a Datapad containing the Layout of Tol-Kachorn and responded. "The Nearest Space-port is located at approximately 10 Klicks to the East. In the same direction , Senator Tithe went to respond to the attack on the Hotel"

Eventually heading out in the same direction that Senator Tithe went , only meant getting into the crossfire. But Knowing that every second they wasted in Tol-Kachorn meant making themselves more vulnerable to a New Imperial Ambush , Denzul believed that a little danger wouldn't be an issue. "Well then , let's get to it. Head for the Nearest Space-port at full speed. I want to get out of here and back to Byss as soon as possible." Soon enough , Senator Vosh's Convoy was off soon heading towards the Hotel , Tithe had just inspected and by extend the Nearest Spaceport. Hopefully there wound't be any New Imperials waiting to ambush him.

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Location | Orbit of Yinchorr
Focus | Admiral Kaine Hamilton
Objective | Breakthrough the New Imperial Blockade
Tags | Hiram Voss | Tyrel Ferri | Robogeber | Naier Rambeigh | Teica Giraan
Forces [Zero Command] | BNV Enforcer | BNV Punisher | 28 Fighter Squadrons [18x TIE/DFs | 6x TIE/HFs | 4x TIE/HBs] | 8 Support Craft Squadrons [Phantom Shuttles]

Admiral Kaine Hamilton stood onboard the Bridge of the Enforcer as Zero Command prepared itself to move forward against the New Imperials. For sometime now the New Imperials had stood idly as Zero Command had entered the system. More ships were moving into the System and progressively establishing a fierce blockade all reinforced by a Star Dreadnaught fielded by the New Imperials. Admiral Hamilton then proceeded to look at his subordinates to demand the latest info regarding the recent Deployments made by the New Imperials.

"Status Report , how is Captain Ferri's Task Force doing." He asked to one of his Lieutenants. "Captain Ferri's Task Force is in position and is merely awaiting your orders to attack though the Captain reports that her Ship will be their first target. Sir". It wasn't a surprise that the Demolisher would be a target that ship held enough firepower capable of taking down entire Star Destroyers. "What about the New Imperials? I want to know what were up against" He said once more addressing to his subordinates. This time it took Hamilton's Officers more time to make the estimates needed to report to him but soon enough they replied.

"Admiral , we are counting 17 Ships including 1 Dreadnaught , 2 Battlecruisers and 2 Destroyers , the rest being smaller vessels along with an estimated 80 Fighter Squadrons accompanying them." Karabast , Hamilton thought. His Fleet was only comprised of 6 Ships accompanied by only 35 Fighter Squadrons. This made Zero Command outnumbered and outgunned in the face of the New Imperial Flotilla as there was absolutely no chance the could properly confront the New Imperials. Unless Alliance reinforcements arrived , Hamilton would have to keep his Fleet on the Defensive until more reinforcements could arrive.

"Do we have any nearby Allied Forces that can assist us." Admiral Hamilton said. His Politorate Agent this time was quick to reply. "Yes , we do have nearby forces from the Adjudicators Mercenary Company available on Carida and Golden Nyss Command of Grand Admiral Vel'alari on Bilbringi but it would be unwise to fully commit them against the New Imperials." While it was tempting , the Politorate Agent was right. Vel'alari and Kenth Berik's Assets were too important to be utilized at a confrontation at this scale. For now , the only option Admiral Hamilton had was to sit and wait for Alliance Reinforcements to distract the New Imperials so that he could make a run for it. Senator Vosh and his Men were going to have to wait a long time before they received the help they needed...

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Bridge of the Peacemaker . R.E.C Space Station]

R.E.C technicians began to exit the bridge as Teica ran a hand along the arm of her new chair. All around, bridge officers were taking consoles previously operated by R.E.C engineers.

"Initiate start-up, and plot a course for Yinchorr," she rested her head on a closed fist.

There were no verbal responses, and pessimistic officers merely entered keys on their consoles. Teica let out a sigh, she was taking these people back into a battlefield. And how would one light cruiser make a difference? Bah, she thought. Calling it a light cruiser was an overstatement, it was a frigate at best.

She opened her mouth, ready to order a retreat to the nearest G.A station, no one would blame her for trying to protect her crew, right? No, we all signed up for this.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Make the jump!"

The Peacemaker disappeared, entering the violent tunnel of hyperspace. Teica stood up and nodded to the communications officer. The Rodian pressed a few buttons and the captain's voice echoed throughout ever hallway in the Peacemaker.

"This is your captain speaking, I know you're all tired of this bloodshed and pain, but we all vowed to give our lives for the safety of the galaxy. So, let's keep that vow...and show these filthy Imperials that we're more than scared livestock!"

Salutes came from around the bridge, and Teica spoke into the microphone again, this time with a grin.

"Battlestations!"

Officers turned back to face their consoles, and Teica sat back down.

...

The viewscreen turned on as the ship exited hyperspace. In front of the Peacemaker were several Zero Command ships, exchanging fire with the N.I.O's.

The battered, but mostly repaired frigate sent a hail to the Zero Command's flagship.

"This is Captain Teica Giraan of the light cruiser Peacemaker, reporting for duty."