Junction Left 4 Scrap | [FO] Empty Hex NW of Dosuun + [NIO] Acherin Hex

[Matma Bernu]

Hans stopped and picked a piece of cloth from the ground and put it out in his hand for the other knights to view. He looked between them for any hint of what it might be. "Does this match the uniforms of the station's crew?"

Matma peered at the insignia. "Matches up", he concurred, not trying to think about what could have happened to the crew.

His thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakeable roar of the creatures behind them- many of them.

Too many of them.

And the roars were getting closer.

"Friends, I think we need to get to that command center ASAPedly, seal the blast doors, regroup, and figure out what's going on before they get to us", Matma said, motioning behind him.


Firenne Van-Derveld |
Hans Rennagen
| FN-999

 

[FN-999]

POST: III
ALLIES IN VICINITY: Firenne Van-Derveld | Hans Rennagen | Matma Bernu | OPEN TO COOPERATION
EQUIPMENT: BASED chad space armor
SPACE SQUAD: 5/5

The Chiss inclined his head. "Knight Matma Bernu, First Order. A pleasure, though I wish under different circumstances. As to your question: we're still lacking the intel on that, but I've been told we're about 700 meters from possibly getting an answer. We'd definitely appreciate the assistance of you and your men, Captain- hells, maybe we can even grab some drinks if we make it through this in one piece."

"As long as we split the tab." replied FN-999, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.
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However, the jovial expression concealed a deep and relentless guilt, one made especially prominent when working with operatives of the First Order. After his departure, would he even be welcome in a First Order bar? If a trooper or officer recognized him as the riot trooper sergeant who had served loyally among their ranks only years prior, would they accuse him of treason? If they did, would he be willing to abandon the New Imperials which had given him a second chance, the Order whose ideas were nearly a continuation of the First Order's own? Would he be expected to leave behind his trusty comrades in the 19th and return to the state that had nurtured him for just over two decades? The thought pained him, leaving him distracted as the group advanced forwards.

The roar of inhuman beings instantly snapped the captain to attention. As the spacetrooper turned around, he once again saw distorted, twisted shadows. But instead of three, there were dozens, their forms blending and molding into each other. By FN-999's estimate, they lurked roughly fifty meters behind the group, having somehow flanked them. As the rear unit of the group, the space squad hastily prepared for battle.

"Some of us should split up and continue to the signal." stated FN-999. "My space squad can hold them off for long enough to get you in and out, as long as you take action NOW."

The mechanical zombies waited until FN-999 had concluded his statement, perhaps retaining a minute sense of politeness somewhere in their frozen brains. Then, they let out a renewed battle cry and rushed forwards at breakneck speed, using the tiles of the ceiling or mechanical limbs to counteract the zero-gravity environment. The space squad aimed their wrist cannons and fired, explosions rocking the hall as several cyborg creatures were pierced and mutilated. Still, more took their place, crawling and climbing over their fallen kin. The squad began to slowly step backwards, using their immense firepower and bulky suits to form a sentry barrier of reinforced steel between the beasts and the rest of the group.

Still, they never once turned their back to their enemy.

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[Caio]

Caio thought he was a goner.

He'd fired until the shotgun had gone dry. His shaking hand had dropped his reload and he went down on one knee to grab it. Snapping it in place, he looked up at a nightmare of metal coming right at him. He screamed and the creature blew apart under a flurry of blaster fire.

His saviours were there, what looked like two humans and an alien. Caio tried not to gawk at the latter, he'd never seen a Chiss in the flesh before. "T-thanks" he managed to stammer in Basic, trying to process that he'd been about two seconds away from dismemberment. "Where did ye come from?" He was just glad to meet someone else that wasn't a cybernetic killing machine on a rampage. Their quick reactions also showed that this particular trio mightn't be the worst to tag along with.

He was dimly aware of them discussing the medbay and started stumbling along with them, checking his weapon was loaded. "Those things are all over the ship. Some of them are burrowing through the hull!"

Dresden Verbrennung Fevris Derzelas Karisa Nylea Apollodor Elisea Apollodor Drexel Quinn Matt the Radar Tech

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

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Medbay - was an absolute war zone. ​

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War arrived on their doorstep, and the company of soldiers that had rushed to their aid shuffled through the blood and bodies. Wave after wave of hordes. Elisea aimed her scattergun and watched as it knocked the husks backed, "MOVE BACK! TAKE WHO YOU CAN SAVE AND ONLY WHO YOU CAN SAVE!" She shouted over the roar of fighting, "WE WILL HOLD THE LINE HERE!" For a woman who was there with a teal uniform she barked like a green-uniformed soldier of the army. Perhaps it was the time during the Fall and Reclamation, just as her scattergun found more husks to land upon. "Dr. Derzelas, Karisa - we'll cover you!"​

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Elisea looked over at her wife Nylea Apollodor .​

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"Together my love," as the presence of death filled the bay her looked ahead and fired her scattergun once more. She shouted down toward Caio and Matma Bernu , "aim upward, hole on the top!" The Research Chief pushed her way forward to a side panel beside the med bay doors. "I'm going to activate a force field this will buy time for medical to get some breathing room." To the left and right more and more filtered through the deck. "I need someone to go with the Doctors, make sure they and the patients get to safety."​

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"We need a big stop on these husks, anyone spot any weaknesses?"​

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Dresden Verbrennung | Drexel Quinn | Karisa | Fevris Derzelas | Matt the Radar Tech ​

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[Kolson Vrask]

G R U N G E
GAMMA SQUAD 4/4
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
Armor | Heavy Rifle | Rifle | Pistol | Grenades
Sun-Shin Tae

SEE YOU ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
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Somehow, in the fray, alone...he felt more at ease. Peering down the sights of his disruptor, he could hone in on that singular decisive aim. To kill. To survive. A voice crackled over the commo again, Argent.

<"Boss? You still alive out there?"> What seemed like only several seconds had stretched on for several minutes. His path had been met with several of these psychos, but a single shot down the sights of the 'Stopilka' rid of them just as easy.

<"Doing fine, I'm closing ground. Not too heavy where I'm at, how is Duke and them looking?"> Grunge inquired back through the comm line.

<"We're sending him back to the shuttle, he didn't like that idea but he's in no state to keep going, we're gonna regroup on y-.">

<"Belay that, get down to the power generator, if there's nothing left to salvage from this station, I want it good to blow.">

<"And what- you're just gonna run around alone in this damn place?">

<"...Been doing fine for me so far, the Captain's beacon isn't too far out. I'll regroup with the First and we'll get everything un-"> A metallic scream cut off Grunge's transmission as one of the raiders raked its jagged blades in the direction of the Storm Commando, pulling out from one of the air ducts above him before the psycho tackled Grunge to the ground, the disruptor rifle clattering to the ground and away from him as he metallic scream sounded out in his face now, cybernetic arm of the psycho unfurling a savage, jagged blade from the limb with an attempt to bury it into Grunge's throat.

He grasped ahold of the man's wrist, holding it mere inches above his wind pipe, heaving desperate breaths before his other wrist ejected the vambrace mounted vibroblade, thrusting it with harsh vigor into the stomach of the psycho. Once...twice, until that limb went limp and he could feel the breath of life leaving him.

He threw the corpse from over him before the door ahead burst open with another pack of half a dozen of the psychos baring down on him.

Drawing his pistol, he fired center mass into each of them as he slowly backed himself away, pulling his left hand down to grasp ahold of a thermal detonator, tossing it in the center of the pack before absorbing all of them in the explosion as he pulled himself from the corridor. The door slid closed behind him and he could hear the barking of orders and clammor of conflict not meters away. He could only hope it was his HVT.

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Perhaps for a moment Nylea had thought she would have to hold back the horde of creatures on her own, but she quickly found herself being wrong. Elisea stood side by side with her and quickly many more came to defend the defenseless. As the mechanical monstrosities poured into the medbay, some would meet their end by Elisea's scattergun while Nylea kept herself in more dangerous proximity, cutting them down with the silver blade of her lightsaber. As long as the echani had air in her lungs and the strength to keep going, no living soul would be lost today.

This wasn't what Nylea and her wife were used to, but that didn't matter now.

"Together."

As the creatures attempted to breach the medbay from all angles, Nylea kept her focus on the doors. Those which came from the hole in the ceiling were best covered by blasters. It also provided cover for Elisea to push out towards the panel. The echani was thankful for her blade, it was proving to be an effective weapon against the horde. Clean, precise slashes at the joints to take out limbs made the creatures much more vulnerable.

"The limb joints!" Nylea shouted to make sure people heard. "They are easier to damage!"

Elisea Apollodor | Dresden Verbrennung | Drexel Quinn | Karisa | Fevris Derzelas | Matt the Radar Tech | Caio ​

 

[Hans Rennagen]

ALLIES: Firenne Van-Derveld | Matma Bernu | FN-999

"You heard the Captain, let's not waste this chance." Hans turned to swiftly jog down the hall. It was only a little further before they would have some answers. Hopefully.

The creatures had gone down with ease so far, but they still had no idea how many had infested the station. As they reached the large double door of the station's command room, Hans attempted to open it to no avail.

"Locked from the inside. Perhaps there's survivors." Hans gently touched his blade to the door, then sunk it into metal which began to glow a bright orange and a deep, fiery red. Carefully from top to bottom he moved the blade, severing the locks between the two doors. He reached the bottom and pulled the doors apart with the force.

Within the room was no as he had hoped. No survivors to greet them, nor any cowering in fear for their lives in the corners. Just... empty. Darkened computer screens was all that met them. "Lets look around."

Hans moved up to the back of the room, an elevated durasteel platform, almost like a catwalk. He didn't really understand the computers, though he pressed their power buttons to get a layout of what was working and what wasn't.

As he activated one, a blood red warning sign popped up. The holo-screen was covered by a bit of static, but Hans could read the word Oxygen. He took a seat at the computer and began to read more.

"It looks like..." Hans pored over the screen's info, looking for an answer, "life-support system is... damaged, but still functional. Although turning it back on won't supply us enough air. What have you found?" he called down to the other knights, hoping they had discovered something useful to this whole mess.

 

[Drexel Quinn]

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Quinn tugged the Vibroknife free from the creature's skull, sheathing it on his hip and holstering his pistol before taking his scattergun and reloading it. As he did so, he made the worrying realization that he was already running low on slugs. Ah sithspit. Hopefully the troops holding out in the medbay would have more. With his freshly reloaded slugthrower and his new companions Quinn finally made his way to the medbay, catching some of the creatures from behind. Strong and speedy as they may be, the cybernetic creatures still fall to a hail of bullets and blaster bolts all the same. Quinn wished he could say that the lightsaber he saw being swung at the cybernetic foes was surprising, but honestly with the day he was having it didn't even break the top five. As they entered the medbay proper, he kept his scattergun trained on the hole in the ceiling mentioned, ready for more of the beasties to pop out. "Ion weapons stun 'em too."

Caio Dresden Verbrennung Matt the Radar Tech Elisea Apollodor Nylea Apollodor Karisa Fevris Derzelas ​

 

[Dresden Verbrennung]

"Blaster bolts just piss 'em off unless you use a lot of them," Dresden added.

His heavy blaster was in a forced cooldown phase, cryogenic coolant flooding the jacket around the barrel and boiling off into vapor before being recycled around into the condenser. The downside to this particular design was it tended to overheat easily, if not properly maintained. When you went cyclic, the barrel actually got so hot, the coolant lines would form pockets of gas prematurely, making it harder to effectively pump fresh superchilled nitrogen through the system. It hadn't got bad enough that the bleeder valve by the muzzle had opened up to let the excess gas out, but it had been a near run. Now that they had a brief lull, he had time to run a proper purge.

As his weapon cooled down, so did his nerves. The initial encounter had run him well into the black, so to speak, his heart pumping at well over 200 beats per minute as his body surged into Fight mode. The agent was dripping with sweat, his stomach growled angrily, and if his hands weren't shaking, they weren't not shaking, either. That was all pretty normal. He took the time to crunch down a ration bar, washing down the chalky mix of carbohydrates and protein with a bottle of water.

"If you're not actively killing something, stay hydrated and fed. We don't need any heat casualties in this mess," he ordered.

Suiting actions to words, he wolfed down another bar, followed by another bottle. There wasn't much in the way of physical labor as demanding on the body as close combat. The sheer volume of calories burned in even a relatively short firefight did unpleasant things to the body. Sweat flushed out vital electrolytes along with water. Soldiers who didn't take every chance to stay fueled would end up exhausted to the point of breaking in short order. There was a reason most professional warriors kept a bit of a spare tire around their gut. If you wanted to stay on your feet, you needed the extra store of energy.

Gradually, the trembling in his hands subsided as the fresh wave of calories and water entered his system. He briefly considered a visit to the head to empty his bladder, but there probably wasn't time. They'd managed to push back the first wave, but more were surely on the way.

"I've got a spare gat and ammo if anyone needs a weapon," he called, unclipping the chopped rail gun from his plate carrier and setting it on a table. Next to it went the magazines. Ordinarily, the idea of turning someone unfamiliar with his custom carbine loose was unthinkable, but in this fight, they'd need all the fire they could get.

Caio | Drexel Quinn | Matt the Radar Tech | Elisea Apollodor | Nylea Apollodor | Karisa | Fevris Derzelas​

 

[Fevris Derzelas]

Location: Star Destroyer, Leaving Medbay.
Wearing: FIMS Uniform.
Tagging: Elisea Korrado ~ Karisa ~ Nylea Apollodor ~ Dresden Verbrennung ~ Drexel Quinn ~ Caio ~ Matt the Radar Tech

A million thoughts seemed to be rushing through her mind every second, cold, calculated, precise. The sharp focus shining on the sapphire eyes of Dr. Derzelas contrasted immensely with the fire that had began raging deep within her chest. Death. She was so used to death, but it never got easier. As the screeching of the metal being torn away, of the medbay beginning to fall to the advance of these relentless enemies, there was also stubborness. The CMO barked at those around her as they began their retreat, arming themselves and taking the injured that had any hope of surviving with them.

But Fevris stayed put until the last available second, orchestrating the retreat of the others as she moved with a speed that seemed uncanny from patient to patient. This was a pain only the medics and the rescuers could know. A soldier, a good soldier, would die with their fellow brothers and sisters. There was no leaving behind, there was either guilt-less survival or well-earned death. But medics would never be afforded that privilege. Sometimes their duty was to leave people behind to save others, and their curse was to shoulder the guilt that nobody else wanted to carry.

Derzelas' eyes met Elisea's, then Nyllea's. The Doctor wanted nothing more than to grab a blaster and join them and the soldiers arround them. But it was not what duty demanded. So she could only nod, letting the look in her eyes speak for itself. "May the Force be with you." She was not given to hope, nor pretended to have ever understood the living Force that united everyone. But sometimes there was nothing else one could say.

Then her attention shifted to Karisa, "Towards the bridge, take whoever you can and don't stop moving." If there was one are that had any hope of being safe, it was the bridge itself. There was no time to shoot and move the injured, so they would have to make a run for it and hope for the best. If they made it to safety, if the bridge still held, they could shut the blast doors cutting the rest of the vessel off - buy time for evacuation, help had to be on its way.

 

[Caio]

Caio didn't recognise anyone but he knew he was alive and that for at least a moment or two, there was peace. He obeyed the order to grab rations, moving more on instinct than out of any desire to eat. His stomach was twisting but he forced the protein bar into his mouth, chewing on the dry block with mechanical movements of his jaw. He forced an energy gel in next, shaking a little after opening the tab.

It calmed him a bit, the familiar motions making him forget for a moment that he wasn't being attacked by cybernetic organisms. He forced himself to eat a bit more before retrieving his shotgun, slamming in a fresh blaster pack. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and managed to take in his surroundings a bit more. It looked like they were evacuating the medbay for now, forming a rearguard for the doctors.

A part of him wanted to pretend to be wounded, to flee with them. It'd be a lot easier to feign an injury rather than risk his life yet again while metallic monstrosities tried to rend him limb from limb. He gripped his weapon tight as the last of the wounded was brought out, falling in at the tail of the column. There was no way they'd pass up this much prey on the move.

Dresden Verbrennung Nylea Apollodor Elisea Apollodor Karisa Drexel Quinn Matt the Radar Tech

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Star Destroyer;
Medbay

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Once the trio had grouped up with the trooper that had been in trouble, the remainder of the movement to the medbay had been relatively straightforward. It didn't take long to pass the last few corridors, before the echoes of blaster fire and the distinct hum of a lightsaber could be heard. Mitth'orn'eruod watched as the pair of female sentients cut a swath through some enemies, before the Chiss approached and started to fire his own weapon to help with the amassing cyborg swarm that threatened the medbay itself.

"The indication these creatures are part organic means they retain vital parts to remain living," The Captain called, as he fired off a number of blaster bolts to help thin the gathering of enemies. "Vital organs such as the brain and heart are viable weak points."

The battle for the entry of the medbay was bloody but thankfully quick. Others from the defensive line to the medbay were shouting, calling for defenders to perform specific tasks, while others engaged in other areas outside the doors. Still, once the battle had a moment of reprieve, the group Mitth'orn'eruod arrived with after the engagement had started were free to move into the medbay proper, to which the Chiss stepped over the cyborg and trooper bodies, to peer into the room within with glowing red eyes. It took all of a second for Mitth'orn'eruod to find who he sought, as he let out a sigh of relief.

Brask'ari'sabosen, He thought to himself. She is alive and well.

Mitth'orn'eruod walked past several medical officers, as he approached Brask'ari'sabosen, and reached out to place a hand on her upper arm. He checked her for injury, before he nodded and felt a weight lift from his shoulders. "Good, I apologize for my tardiness, I arrived as quickly as I could," The Captain said, before he turned and regarded the Chief Medical Officer - Fevris Derzelas - as he spoke to her, on hearing the plan to evacuate to the bridge. "Medical Officer Derzelas, I would highly advise against that course of action. Currently the bridge is in lockdown, with all security protocols in place to avoid intruder infiltration. They will not open the blast doors or allow entry, to maintain command control... the best option is to secure this medical bay, remain in control of the facility we have, and to allow the trooper squadrons time they need to sweep the vessel."

Mitth'orn'eruod lowered his hand from Brask'ari'sabosen's arm, as he walked over toward the soldier with the heavy repeating blaster and backpack, who currently took the time to eat and recover. It was a good idea, very prudent, and the Chiss felt that the sentient was ideal for the task of relaying defensive preparations, alongside several other combat efficient individuals.

"I suggest we prepare defensive measures, secure this medbay as best we can, and fortify our position," Mitth'orn'eruod said pointedly, as he looked to the solider-with-no-name. The Chiss then looked to the sentient with the lightsaber, and the other near her with the projectile weapon, and finally Major Quinn. "Between you all, there remains a considerable advantage in experience and combat prowess. If we work together, those efforts should allow us the time we need to survive, and to protect the injured. I'll begin by bringing in our injured men and women from the outer corridor, before the next wave of intruders is upon us, if others could begin defensive preparations...

"I am Captain Thorne, for those who do not know me. Together we will overcome this threat."

With a raise of his chin, Mitth'orn'eruod tucked the CR-2 blaster into his belt and started for the medbay doors. He would begin to search through the downed First Order personnel and start to carry those who lived back into the medbay. He only hoped the others were inclined to listen, and weren't going to try and leave the relative safety of the medbay, as operation command would not compromise the vessel bridge under any circumstances...

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Dresden Verbrennung | Caio | Fevris Derzelas | Karisa | Nylea Apollodor | Elisea Apollodor | Drexel Quinn​

 

[Karisa]

Star Destroyer - Medbay

Fevris Derzelas | Elisea Apollodor | Nylea Apollodor | Drexel Quinn | Caio | Matt the Radar Tech | Dresden Verbrennung

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The battle had finally come to them. The Husks as the cybernetic creatures were being called by some had made it to the medbay doors and had tried to breach inside. Though through all the chaos, blood, and guts, Brask'ari'sabosen stayed calm and focused on the task at hand - saving as many lives as possible or at least giving them comfort on their way out.

When the CMO gave the order to evacuate, the battle surgeon was repairing a tricky bleeder of a damaged femoral artery on a mangled leg of a crew member in the forward trauma suite where she and two medical droids had set up shop so to speak. It was more or less an assembly line, stabilizing a patient, then moving onto the next one leaving a nurse or medic to close for them.

Just before a hand touched her shoulder, Brask'ari'sabosen got a whiff of a particular spicy scent that could only belong to... Mitth'orn'eruod. She turned her dark head and found a pair of familiar crimson orbs looking her over with measured relief etched in the glowing red eyes.

The surgical mask worn hid a relieved smile that had grown upon her lips at the sight of MItth'orn'eruod unharmed. "All that is important is that you are here now, Captain, and seemingly in good health," Ari nodded to the other Chiss who was dear to her. "I will leave you and the others to our defense while I carry on with the injured... Though, if you happen to come across an extra blaster I would apprectiate having one available for use, just in case."

 

[Ariel Yvarro]

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Ariel Yvarro felt the defense platform shudder as the mass driver cannons fired, as the rotary hypervelocity cannons answered malicious intent with righteous fury. Defense Post Motti is where the diplomatic parties of the First Order and the New Imperial Order had agreed to meet. It had been at least two years since the nations met formally, but in between then, it was proven in blood that the New Imperial Order would aid the First Order. Grand Moff Yvarro stood within the heart of the defense platform opposite of the Irveric Tavlar the Sovereign Imperator of the Northern Imperials. ​

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"It is my desire," began the Grand Moff as she looked out the solarium-glasteel viewport when the combat-activated shudders allowed, "to strengthen the relations between our nations." The fluorescent lights remained ever still, bolted where they were fixed in place - perfectly centered to an obsessive point. The reverberations from the gun emplacements reminded everyone present that this was an active combat zone and their safety was not guaranteed. It pleased Ariel to know that the Sith were being put down like the rabid creatures they were, her only discomfort was that their ilk had spread once more and this time closer to Galidraan.​

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Still.​

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Sith did have their uses.​

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After all, they brought back her cousin.​

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[Firenne Van-Derveld]

Tag: Hans Rennagen | Matma Bernu | FN-999
Gear: Light battle armor | Lightsaber | Tactical Karambit
Muse Notes: Avenged Sevenfold "Hail To The King"​

She had remained silent for several moments, her body taking her through the motions as her mind struggled to put the pieces together. They didn't have enough information and it drove Firenne to distraction as she nodded to the Captain and proceeded with the others down to the command center. She would normally have refused to leave them behind, and it pained her to do so. But it was a mere temporary measure, and the troopers were amongst the New Imperial Order's finest. They would do their jobs as she had to do hers.​

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But she would damn well be right back there to fight with them as soon as she could.​

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With an inhuman growl that rumbled louder than it should have from her slender form, she stalked into the command room and listened as Hans spoke, casting a glance to the computer bank he was operating for a brief moment. Turning her attention to the nearest system, she frowned, craning her neck from side to side as she sought to hold to her shape amidst her growing frustration and her wolf's desire to fight. She breathed deeply as the screens flickered to life across the room and she managed to bring the full lights back online in the station. Fingers flew across the keyboards and the screens, looking for anything that would help bring the environmental controls back online.​

But it would also help her avoid the painful thought that this would have been the place to have holed up with the way the systems were networked together...and there was no one here. A harsh realization, but a kernel of hope remained in spite of it. Somehow.​

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"I've managed to find some of the subsystems...lights are back up fully, power relays seem to still be intact. I'm wagering that whatever gives these things life or power, so to speak, still needs a source to draw from. Helpful for us...this would be a great deal harder without energy." she began. Turning to look at the next bank of screens and systems, Firenne muttered under breath in an ancient dialect of Devaronian as she strategically whacked the flickering screen with a gloved hand.​

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It helpfully flared back to life and she smiled a touch sheepishly. "Percussive maintenance...works every time. Let's see about that life support system..." It took her a few moments to find the information she needed. "Ok...this does look like the same system I saw a few years back on Monastery. Life support is intertwined with one of the shielding subsystems because it conserves power that way. There should be a way to untangle them and get life support fully online. Can either of you see a way to do that somewhere here?"​

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[Sun-Shin Tae]

Captain Sun-Shin pushed forward with her team, booted heel against the durasteel floor and her blade biting deep into flesh cutting through the malicious fibers. Blood sprayed against the otherwise clean wall, the men and women with her fought with their blasters. Whisps of heat, a crimson trail finding purchase on their target. Promises of death sent the husks and their cybernetic psychos back to the brink of the Netherworld. "We need to find the source of these sithspawns and shut it down." They were coming from somewhere and to somewhere they would return.​

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She knew not of Kolson Vrask 's attempts to reach her, instead the Captain focused, she refused to be trapped. On her last dying breath would she remain, on her feet and fighting for her life, fighting for everything she stood for. It was clear someone intended this to happen and she wanted to know who. With each passing moment, Sun-Shin's rage only grew, the Seoularian would sheath her sword only so she could hold her rifle and fire down the corridor before leading her team onward.​

 

[The Major]

DEPLOYING
MORALE: NEUTRAL
Djorn Bline | Kelig Ward
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They were kriffing liquid silver oozing clean and quick down the various corridors, the Major herself more than capable as a quick study when it came to learning the methodology of New Imperial squad movement. What helped was that they weren’t doing turbolaser engineering or advanced battlefield tactics. Moving down a hall at a steady pace while maintaining intervals was simple stuff. Important to ensure their survival. But simple.

She liked their chances on this op. Better than at the outset, for sure.

As one of the hallowed chosen to be equipped with a heavy repeater, the Almanian made sure to keep that tool in her hands gripped firmly since it represented everything that stood between her and the almighty spirit of the stars. Right when the group was getting nice and close to their prize, they were hit.

Unknown target. Bursting from a panel, a freak possibly committed to breaking down the wall for hours only to emerge when the squad passed.

::“Contact!”::​

The interloper brandished a crude improvised spear, bent and burnt with previous violence. Mad from whatever trauma insured on the station, it screeched at full force. This scream was cut short as the Major fired a long burst along the target’s upper chest and neck, ion bolts sizzling and overloading cybernetic components to the point of popping.

A dozen or more of the freaks followed at the sound, pouring out from the corridor the Imperial group would have to cross.

 

[Matma Bernu]

Firenne Van-Derveld |
Hans Rennagen
| FN-999

"Ok...this does look like the same system I saw a few years back on Monastery. Life support is intertwined with one of the shielding subsystems because it conserves power that way. There should be a way to untangle them and get life support fully online. Can either of you see a way to do that somewhere here?"

Matma nodded, as he moved towards to console. His mind was lingering on the Captain and his men, holding back those husks. Hopefully, there was something here that could shed light on the origin and nature of the husks. He had been a soldier for far too long; he knew the difference between wasting lives, and spending them. Hopefully, neither would happen.

"It's strange", Matma commented as he took in the configuration. "But it's doable, I think. It'll take time undue how this has been set up- the way this is set up, if we don't do this right, untangling the shielding from the subsystems, we might have a catastrophic failure on our hands."

He looked up. "Unless anybody has a better way of doing this? The Chiss...don't do things this way."

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

I M P E R A T O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
UNKNOWN REGION
Ariel Yvarro | Enlil

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He was unsure of the depth of experience shared within the First Order High Command, save for his more discreet conversations between himself and the Supreme Leader Natasi Fortan but if there was anything Irveric was not bothered by, it was combat and its vicinity to this place of meeting at all. If anything, it was a bit nostalgic. The distant rumblings reminescent of his tenure in the Sith Imperial Armored Corps, on the days following the assault on New Kalandra or the outskirts of Harnaidan, the beaches of Dubrillion, those dimly lit conversations over holotables. Moments that made him remember exactly the road that brought him here and how tough it was.

"It is a pleasure as always, Miss Yvarro. Your superior speaks very highly of you and our prievious interactions do not defy her sentiment."

The tense combat encompassing the station all but helped him ease into the conversation, sparking alight a cigar before tucking it between his lips.

"No doubt, there's nothing that could possibly be gained in hostilities between our two Imperial states and of course, we are all willing to approach strengthened relations. First, terms need be discussed. It is my understanding that the First Order would have an amicable approach to the Galaxy as a whole. A welcome approach...but the New Order has many enemies and our interactions with them must not ever cross in a way that is a detriment to the interests of either nation." Irveric iterates.

"But so, the hyperlane is well underway and I believe our last discussion brought the word of a defense pact to light, something certainly still on the table for us. But- if there are other terms to discuss...that is why we are here."

 

[Enlil]

I M P E R I A L • O R D E R
Attaché to the Sovereign Imperator
Irveric Tavlar | Ariel Yvarro
The Parish

Since the moment he'd joined the New Imperials, the King stood as a voice for change. It was for that change that they fought, that men and women bled. In every conflict he'd joined under the Iron Sun, people died. Whether he snapped his fingers and washed them away in purifying fire or he used his words to pave the way to mutual understanding, Enlil sought an end to the turbulence of these new and harsh times.

He recalled a world flecked with crime but bereft of War. Civilization had yet to grow too large to contain differing cultural outlooks. Interstellar travel was a dream they left to a younger generation. In the Day of the King, technology had yet to even broach the Bronze Age. That thought tickled him as he peered over Tavlar's shoulder toward the viewport as the Grand Moff directed her gaze out, toward where her people waged war.

He listened carefully. The matters of state between the Imperium and its potential allies were a more delicate matter. He sought to learn the intricacies surrounding Galactic Scale governance by shadowing Tavlar, utilizing the opportunity to understand how minds dared to grasp at such abstract goals. It was wholly different from a singular civilization, or a solitary planet. They were discussing discourse between celestial bodies millions of miles apart.

It seemed a fool's errand, in truth, to pretend that they could even begin to bring such a distance to heel. Yet Tavlar waged war against the Sith, and on more than one occasion, the New Imperial Order emerged from conflict victorious. The King had learned that the things which seemed most ludicrous were made manifest by great sacrifice.

Tavlar was not a subtle man. The Grand Moff opened with express intent to strengthen their relations; with no words minced, the Sovereign Imperator explained that to go further down that road could endanger the First Order's goal of amicable neutrality. Integrity was important when these sorts of negotiations were concerned, at the very least.

The King folded his arms and took his chin in hand, considering the brief exchange. How would Yvarro respond? It was a test not of resolve, but of intent. The Imperium would stay its course and carve a bloody swath through the Sith Empire. But what came next? The Sith Eternal were not the only enemy. Other, weaker states had arisen in recent days to consume the flesh that the New Order and Galactic Alliance had ripped away from the body, and with each day that passed they grew fatter on carrion.

Then the matters of the Eternal Empire and the Confederacy were to be considered. Every decision that made must needs factor each independent variable with due diligence. It was Enlil's understanding that the First Order did not have a bad rapport with some of those factors.

He felt the reverberating report of the cannons as they shook the building where they stood. His unflinching gaze remained on the world beyond the window. "Grand Moff," he placed a hand over his heart and gave a slight, respectful bow. "I am called Enlil, King of Ketaris, and advisor in this endeavor to the Sovereign Imperator. Before we begin in earnest, I would like to hear your thoughts on the state of the Galaxy."

There was a general concensus among Imperials that chaos left unmitigated bred disaster, and simply stating the obvious was a disservice to both parties in this room. Enlil questioned specifically what she thought of the Galaxy not to gauge her Imperial beliefs, but to glean more insight into her views on the various powers that be. "You seek peaceful coexistence admirably, but are there those who you believe ought not be allowed to rule? Do you believe our war with the Sith is just?"

He let the last question hang in the air. Honesty was important, but so was the appearance that the Imperials were open to criticism from their potential allies. Tavlar and his Imperium were resolved, but Enlil offered this opportunity to Ariel to show that they did not believe themselves without flaw or fault.