Lungs to Dust | CIS Dominion of Katanos VII

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Near the Spider’s Lair
Objective 3
Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Anastasia Verd"]

“Already on it. In two minutes we will control the turrets, make your way to through the front gate. The turrents will provide fire support and ground any of their craft. The turrent team are ours and no lightsabers, with this much dust they will be unreliable. Good hunting everyone,”

Drawing his cloak around him, he drew more of the Force as he slowly began blend into the shadows, another predator on the move.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Katannos suburbs
Objective: 2
Tags; [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Shadar-Pox"]

Allies always needed assistance, and while the Confederacy was on the war path that Coren was also on, just on different fronts, there were times where he could give assistance. The Jedi Master was a Sentinel and a Watchman, and anywhere they could spread decency and freedom? That mattered to him. Yes, the Confederacy had some Sith, and Coren was very vocal about his thoughts on those types. But [member="Darth Metus"] and company had proved themselves, including Daxton Bane. It was… refreshing to see that not all Sith were war mongering and subjectors of living beings.

They had been working hard, all of the Alliance of Awesome, the past few months, since his return to the galaxy, to get the fight moving against the Empire and the First Order, with the Sith Empire waiting in the wings. He didn’t know what they were waiting for but he was also not concerning himself with that. He was a Jedi, and like Jorus Merrill and Omai Rhen had said, he needed to start acting like one.

That meant protecting others, and finding the dark side and removing it. As best he could. But working with the Confederacy and the Coalition? It was confusing. There were dark siders, but they were not… bad people. The small battlegroup from the Alliance, with the Spear of the Alliance destroyer flanked with two Durron class carriers, and a handful of supporting frigates, had arrived outside the Katanos system and began deploying X and E-Wings. Coren Starchaser himself, was launching in his Rassilon fighter.

“All wings, report in and form up. We’re going to back up the Confederacy.” He ordered to his pilots as he lead them away from the small fleet. Switching gears, he changed frequencies. “Confederacy Navy, this is Captain Coren Starchaser of the Galactic Alliance. Heard you had some pirate issues. Hope you don’t mind a hand.”

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Location: Outside New Haven, Katanos VII
• Wearing: Knightly Armor, sans helmet. Helmet replaced by gas mask.
• Carrying: Knightly Sword, Durasteel lance
• Vehicle: Speeder Bike, soon enough.
• Post: 2

The General who did recon, ahead of the army. As improper as it was, it did sound far more enjoyable than remaining back and waiting for the go ahead. Perhaps it was her lack of uniform, but both seemed unaware of the oddity of General Kenway's request that she accompany Miss Harte ahead. Regardless, it amused her, and she smiled behind the mask covering her mouth. She gave a polite bow to Dalton, acknowledging his request, before listening to Maple tell exactly what she needed. The opening to offer her own opinion was appriciated, and noted, but ultimately unnecessary. "I will defer to your judgement on this, Miss Harte. I will begin making my way momentarily... Mr. Kenway would you be so kind as to keep my lance safe with a bike for me?"

She planted the weapon down for Kenway to receive, or have someone else take care of it, before she wrapped her left hand down around the scabbard of her sword. "I shall endeavor to not tarry." The simple words were the last thing she said to the two before she began to make her way past both towards the objective given to her by Miss Harte's more substantial expertise. Of course, she made more than a little noise given that she was completely covered in heavy armor, even if she took a speeder part way there would be clanking and clinking, not to mention the thrum of a speeder. No matter how she went, it would take effort to blend into the background noise. Plus any communications from the comlink she'd been given to compensate for her lack of helmet, it was good to have that, though it meant communications to her would be heard by others as well..

Of course, with her back to them both, they could see the red cape fluttering behind her. Sewn now both with the Confederacy's insignia, and her marks of rank. Namely, General. Not that it particularly mattered, but at the least her rank was actually likely to be known now.


[member="Maple Harte"] || [member="Dalton Kenway"] || [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Kayla Wylen]

Location: Sky above New Haven
Objective: Find source of distress call
Allies in area: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Maple Harte"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]

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If there was one thing that brought peace to Kayla's mind, then it was to soar through the skies. Even now with the destruction unfolding beneath her she found herself in a state of calm, her thoughts clear focussed on those who needed her. All they had been told was that they were hiding inside the food stores, and for that reason the s'kytri had taken to the skies to scout out the area. Even with that though, it was unlikely only two people would be able to get through.

Luckily however, there was another who had joined her and Argon. Shortly after Kayla had taken flight a familiar voice spoke to her through the Force, and a smile formed on her face when she heard it. Any help was already more than welcome, but the one who had offered to assist was someone she trusted. There was no hesitation in her response, the gentle tone of her voice somehow flowing over into the unspoken words that were sent back.

It would be very much appreciated, Katrine. Thank you.

It was then when Kayla began seeing enemy forces on the ground, not far from where the food stores were located. Through the bond she had forged with the spirit of the Lylek with she called upon it, and it responded by lending her its strength. It was like she began to vanish, the power of Force Cloak bending light around her being making her near invisible to the naked eye. With the difference in altitude it was impossible for the people on the ground to see her, allowing her to safely scout out the area. Through her comm the woman began to relay what she saw Katrine and Argon.

- I am near the food stores. There are multiple groups of Spiders closing in on the food stores from multiple directions, it seems likely they know there are people hiding inside, perhaps they are looking to raid it. We must be quick. -​

 

[Maple Harte]

"Good hunting," Maple said simply to Clarke. With one more nod to Dalton she set off on her own for the building Dalton had pointed out, getting a check on encryption channels for the general and clarkes comlinks. An abandoned Luxury hotel about nine stories in height. She took a circuitous route on the streets, crouching low behind piles of wreckage, sticking to any dark shadow she could, the dust was sticking to her hair and was already caking it and her clothes gray. She used that to partly blend into the cityscape. She crawled low on the ground as she reached a route where the rubble and collapsed structures could not hide her as she ducked into it, taking a route that led to the hotel garbage pick-up area, a waystation that led to the greater parking area behind and around the ruined hotel. She could see one of the loading bays for deliveries was open. She kept behind any speeders she saw as she moved closer to the open loading bay, in case of other snipers. Not that her weak Force Sense could not pick up life in the immediate vicinity, but it wouldn't stop them from using suppressing fire. She sprinted into the loading bay, hand on her staff, rifle slung over her shoulder as she advanced cautiously inside, well aware of Dalton's timetable and doing her best to make time as she moved past the loading bay.

The giant kitchen was deathly empty and silent, dust caking inside and out as she moved through it, and spotted bodies. Conditions had been like this for a while now. She wasn't surprised to see some had succumbed to the effects of Cortosis poisoning, trying to hide out here. Maple hoped she wasn't breathing too much of this crap in. She would check with the doctors afterward, that is, if there was an afterward. The battlefield held no guarantees.

She finally spotted a floor plan in the built in restuarant's lobby, and began making her way to an emergency staircase, laboriously making her way up the steps, stretching out her weak perceptions in the Force as best as she could as she hurried up quietly, doing her best to ignore the background noise that her brain never stopped screaming into her mind. Her perceptions could barely reach the length and width of a floor, and around the fifth floor she went through the hotel room floors, sensing nothing. But there were signs.

She bent down, finding fresh blood on a piece of glass from the window in a janitor closet. She sniffed it, felt the texture. Very fresh. Not more than a few minutes ago, at most.

Maple concentrated, taxing her connection to the Force, letting it work its way into her very spirit as she manage to ignore the lies for just a second.

There was a blip. She felt something. Someone. She cautiously creapt forward, following the small drops of blood from the window. They stopped halfway through the dust and rust covered hull, which seemed spooky to her, but found a faint imprint of a dust covered boot. She double checked it, touching it to assess its validity. She stepped forward carefully, and sure enough found an imprint on the carpet.

It seemed to lead into one room to the right, the remains of a luxury suite. She stepped forward even more cautiously, looking for anything out of place. She stopped when she spotted something metallic close to a window overlooking the route to where some of the speeders would be traveling. She also spotted a red armored spider-pirate, a man taller than her, and twice as wide. He was setting up some sort of long-barreled auto-cannon-type weapon. Maple glanced in alarm when she saw armor piercing shell boxes about. A map of the city was on the bed.

Maple crept forward staff held horizontally forward, balancing her weight and reducing her motions to a minimum as she stepped on the dust covered, rubble covered ground. The snakes in her brain thought this was a bad idea, but she hardly ever listened to them.

She froze when he turned slightly to check something on the electric motor before going back to adjust its stabilization tripod, legs as large as her arms.

She leapt, hooking the staff around his neck, and her legs around his waist, and immediately regretted it, as he roared and charged backward slamming her into the wall so hard she almost blacked out when all the the air was forced out of her lungs. He flung her off, hurling her into a wall and stunning her while he charged at her, drawing his vibroknife. As her staff and rifle had been knocked free, Maple could only belatedly dodge the knife swipe that was soon followed by a backhand she barely ducked, then dodging with a roll, her head still swimming from the earlier blows as she barely managed to clear his charge attempt. He was fast however, and he adjusted, delivering a swift kick with a steel toed boot. She barely managed to protect her ribcage, feeling the boot impact painfully on her forearms.

A glint of death from the corner of her eye was the only warning she had as she barely rolled out of the stab of his knife, retaliating with a kick that caught him under the chin and sent him backward, breaking his grip on the knife, which was still in the floor. Maple lunged for it and just as he recovered, Maple flung the knife blindly.

The man screamed as it clipped some cloth on his leg, blood spurting everywhere as he hit the ground, the vibroknife clattering to the ground behind him.

Maple saw her chance and leapt up, spotting her rifle on the rotted remain of the suite's bed and jumped for it, only for the man to grab her by the leg making her catch it by the strap, which she flung towards her with a yank, and just as the pirate started to crawl up her to beat her to death with his bare hands, he found himself facing her muzzle and a flash of red that went through his brain.

Maple scrambled from the corpse, bruised and bleeding, head swimming, but conscious.

She pulled out her comlink, sending an encrypted transmission, which was beamed to the generals frequency and clarke's.

"Found a hostile. Had some kind of nasty autocannon he was setting up. Armor piercing rounds. Very dense."

She checked the rest of the room, finding fire retardant gear and examining the now torn map to the city.

"Found fireproof gear, and points marked in yellow on a map. Its torn," she said, getting her balance back and letting out an exhale.

"Awaiting instructions."

 

[Muad Dib]

Post: 2
Objective: kill

The Spiders arrived. Twenty strong. Well, strong in number at least. Three lost their lunch at the sight that greeted them in the alley. Seven their were. Five were desecrated in unspeakable manners. The two that still lived were not long for the world. The man was currently choking on his own ... sensitive bits, while the woman was hanging from her own entrails. Shock was etched upon the faces of the Spiders at the gruesome display of barbarism.

That was all the monster needed.

Rising like a wraith from behind the new group he struck, the beskad carving into their backs, severing spines in the ferocious strikes. They fell to the soiled alley floor as he drove into their midst. Five broke and ran through the hanging bodies in hopes for escape. Yet in doing so they sealed their fate as in their fleeing they tripped the thermal detonator.

The explosive blast shredded their bodies and sent a concussive blast through the remaining Spiders and Muad. As the force of the explosion shoved them unceremoniously against the distant wall, the Mad Man opened himself to the force allowing the energy to be absorbed into his body.

Hands outstretched he focused on the internal organs of the remaining Spiders and squeezed ... Squeezed until livers, kidneys, and hearts exploded.

He cleaned the beskad and sheathed it. But he paused to turn to look at the mouth of the alley. A dark skinned woman stood holding a young child hostage to her armored chest. A slug thrower held to the softly crying child's temple.

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Location: Outside New Haven, Katanos VII
Objective: Liberate New Haven
Allies In Vacinity: [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Kayla Wylen"] |

Dalton turned his head into the wrist-mounted com he wore at the sound of what come from [member="Maple Harte"] minutes after her recon post. Dalton looked up and walked over the Sith [member="Srina Talon"] - while he wasn't sure of how rank worked, she was under [member="Darth Metus"] so she probably called the shots.

”Forgive me, Miss Talon, but one of my scouts has encountered resistance in the building directly on the right of where our convoy is heading. May I suggest you give the call to move out, and move out quickly. Otherwise we are sitting ducks.”

He turned to look at the building and opened up communication.

”Confederacy forces prepare for immediate advancement to city. Prepare for enemy forces blocking our route.”

[member="Aya Clarke"] would hopefully make contact on arrival and, he hoped again, be the back-up Miss Harte may well need to secure her position. He tuned into her signal.

”Miss Harte, stay put, I'm on my way to your position. We await the command to move out. Are you injured?”

As he spoke, he was already jogging through the sway of Confederacy battle droids waiting to march out with the convoy and heading to the building outside of their landing perimeter.

 

[Maple Harte]

"I'll live," Maple said in response, "A few cuts and bruises, nothing serious.

She picked up the vibroknife and then headed back over to the map.

"Some of these look like ambush points on other routes. Can't say the pirates were not preparing. Some of the ones in yellow look odd. I'm not sure why he had fireproof gear like this but I don't like it."

Maple checked one of the ammo rounds.

"Made of depleted fissionable material. Seventy caliber. Bet you good credits this thing could go through a super battle droid's armor and the next one behind it, never mind what it could do to the speeder armor.

She checked what the man had been working on. A seperate, rifle sized laser module with a scope, for directing the auto cannon lay next to the tripod he had been adjusting. The snakes in her brain thought it looked cool and she had to agree.

"The gun itself still works. Mean looking bastard. He'd just been adjusting it when I found him.

She checked the body, taking his comlink, as well as what looked to be handwritten orders.

"He was here an hour before we showed, setting up," Maple mentioned as she went over the orders. "I think the general idea is to harass the ground units, delay them for...it hints at "something." A blast, but they don't go into detail."

She checked around the room, looking for anything else that might help the ground forces. She found little, but glancing over a datapad, she did notice an odd focus on the immediate areas surrounding New Haven in the datapad, and certain notes on the city outside that territory that seemingly served no practical advantage. Copies of the city map on the pad had large red circles marked in areas close to New Haven, areas that were not optimal to launch an attack from...but were marked all the same.

"They've marked out certain pockets of the city on the map. Odd clusters of marks in red also, but where they marked on a lot of them are not the best places to launch an attack from. I can't figure out what they're for, General. But its pretty clear whatever they are planning, they want to execute it soon. There even appear to be marks in yellow set up close to a large medical center. What's Clarke's sitrep?"

 

[Darth Manius]

Location: Above Katanos VII
Post 2

Shadar-Pox wasn't really planning on destroying the entire enemy fleet around the planet. Instead he rather punch a hole through it to let any needed support come in for those on the surface. Then if the enemy wanted to reinforce it then it would be easier to deal with them on other parts of the planet. The Mon Calamari wasn't that impressed with the pirate fleet, how could he. It being mostly made of modified ships used for civilian purpose.

After that he listened to the transmission coming in. One from someone referring to themselves as Yellow 13. Soon after that two squadrons of fighters made their way out of The Spire. "This is Commander Shadar-Pox speaking. We hear you loud and clear Yellow 13, enemy pirates are close by and our fighters will be aiding you. Be sure to keep them at bay as we take on their larger ships." After that he got another transmission. "Were glad to have you as well Captain Starchaser." Then as he finished speaking the two squadrons of straighteners went out to engage the enemy fleet.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Location: Outside New Haven, Katanos VII
• Wearing: Knightly Armor, sans helmet. Helmet replaced by gas mask.
• Carrying: Knightly Sword, Durasteel lance
• Vehicle: Speeder Bike, soon enough. On foot
• Post: 3

Oh if only they could have heard what happened.

Despite her heavier armor, Aya had managed to get to her destination without much difficulty, which left her the task of checking each floor for the Spiders. And lord was that hard, with each step echoing in the empty hallways, carrying farther than she wished they would. Yet, floor after floor, she found nothing. That was, of course, until she reached the top floor, which in a strange blessing had carpeted fragments left to muffle her steps. Slowly she approached the sound of distant voices, until she reached a room overlooking the intended approach vector, and she peered around the corner. Was that, six people? Each was helping set up shop, one was cleaning a large gun clearly intended to be mounted, another was taking stock of rockets in a large crate. The others seemed to be chatting about unimportant matters, or paychecks, while getting gunnery positions set up. They all had knives, and one of them had a vibrosword resting next to him. They all wore rather light clothing, the only one with any visible armor being the one with a sword. The rest seemed to be wearing little more than padded clothing.

Well, from her observations none of them had firearms that they could use on her. So, she stepped into the doorway of the room, drew her sword, and tapped it on the wall. "I don't suppose we can negotiate your surrender?"

The sounds of their knives being drawn and the man lifting his sword answered the question. "Pity."

Aya barely had time to lift her sword up, resting the weapon in a Key stance, resting the flat of the blade on her arm and angling the point at the closest enemy. He moved forward, and attempted to duck under the blade and stab at her, only to find Aya quickly able to drop a hand, smacking his weapon away before landing a swift punch to his head. While dazed, she drew her weapon up, and slammed the blade's sharp edge into him, swiftly cutting him down before his allies could move in. When the next duo reached her, she managed to block one of them by catching their overhead stab by the arm with the flat of her blade, turning the blade into the surprisingly weak section of the man's wrist protection, and drawing it across in the same motion she used to bash the second in the head with the pommel of her weapon.

She drove the crossguard of her sword into one of them, stabbed the blade back into the second man, and all three of her first attackers were defeated with ease. She moved inwards, closer to the open wall the weapons had been set up in. The fourth lost composure and blindly charged her, to which she simply knocked aside his arm, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him past his equipment. His voice faded quickly, leaving two.

The vibrosword man was rather composed, and worked alongside the remaining knife user to keep her on the defensive. It was all she could do to use her stance to protect her body from their staggered strikes. However, the way these two fought was, frankly, rather simple. The sword user was more skilled but restrained by his counterpart... She huffed and suddenly stepped into the sword user, forcing the weapon to twist at an angle that sent it scattering across the floor. In the same motion, she turned, her weapon now drawn back, and swung at the fifth man, dropping him as the blade cut across his exposed flesh.

The last man stepped back, scrambling for a weapon while Aya walked to his fallen sword, picking it up. Turning back to him, she tossed it to him, and gave him a small nod. Reluctantly, he picked it up, and she assumed her key stance again. Calmly, patiently they stared at one another, taking stock. The fatal moment came shortly thereafter, as Aya watched him step in, drawing his sword up to bring down on her. She quickly shifted, lifting the sword up, grabbing the blade of her sword, and caught the strike. Immediately, she drew her blade down on top of him, digging into the only exposed area of his neck.

Both their swords clattered as they fell, with Aya catching the Spider, helping his body to the ground. "You fought well, Spider. Rest with that." She closed his eyes, and laid him down.

Her fight done, she finally heard the comlink she had on her, her battle adrenaline having made everything else irrelevant. She rummaged for it, and activated the device to speak to Dalton and Maple.

"General Clarke reporting in. Count six Spiders down, they were setting an ambush up at my location. I see at least one mounted cannon, not yet setup, crates of rockets, and a handful of other rifles. I arrived at a fortunate time, they weren't ready for a gunfight, so I was capable of handling them on my own. Be careful, there are at least a few warriors in their ranks it would seem." The way she breathed betrayed that she was, indeed, rather tired from exerting herself in that fight. Though it didn't take long to dispatch each enemy in turn, she still needed a little bit to recover. She'd been spending too much time at a desk it seemed.

[member="Maple Harte"] || [member="Dalton Kenway"] || [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Katanos VII orbit
Objective: 2
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Shadar-Pox"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

It wasn't too long after the screen started to fill with hostile IFF returns that some of those went blue. It was around the time that Sharad-Pox responded to his hail that he realized the transponder had a higher than average number of returns and took a moment longer to decipher them all.

"Roger that Commander. Look forward to having some support against those pirates. Those fighters shouldn't be overly difficult."

It was moments after he made that transmission that Coren dropped into the fray. He smiled hearing that the Galactic Alliance pilot had decided to bring even more backup. This was going to be just fine, certainly less of a challenge and nowhere near a suicide run at this point.

"Glad you decided to show up Captain, look forward to seeing just how well the GA Navy has matured since my time there. Let's see how well the pirates deal with this new development."

Cutting his mic he powered up the weapons and set the cannons to have a convergence of 600 meters in front of his ship, close enough that the enemy would rarely have enough time to get out of the way, but just far enough to avoid the debris. Once his weapons showed that the convergence pattern was set and the weapons were fire linked in pairs, he pushed the throttle full forward and set course for the nearest group of fighters. Time for the fun to start.

 

[Maple Harte]

"Got you. Waiting for rendezvous. Out."

Maple grabbed the torn map and the datapad, collecting all the other documents she could see, even searching the dead mercenary for any extra documentation, and folding it and placing it neatly on the rotted bed for Kenway to review, which thankfully was not much. She also made note of the cannon, and detached its seperate laser aiming stock, hiding it in a broken part of the ceiling in case the enemy tried to recover it after she left. She left and did one more quick check by calming herself, focusing herself, blotting out her lying brain for a second...and pushed it further.

Her senses carressed the contours of the building, stretching upward...upward...she winced dropping to her knees as she struggled to maintain this state, not only reaching her limits...but expanding past those.

Her senses waded through the ceilings above her slowly but surely, like an object passing through mollases, each second a struggle not to let her control break and the noise come back. Her breathing slowed to a crawl, as her senses finally broke through to the last floor.

There was nothing above her. Nothing alive. Just ghosts and dust. And possibly corpses.

Slowly, and with just as much effort to safely contract her mind back into her body, she withdrew back into her body, mentally taxed. She struggled to stand lifting herself up by her staff, feeling the creaks from where the pirate had tossed her.

Grabbing her rifle, Maple proceeded to wait for Kenway.

"I hate it when pirates force overwhelming military action. Its like they never heard of a place where the military couldn't think of new and exciting ways to blast them..." Maple muttered to herself, breathing in and out slowly.

She took out the map as she waited, staring at the strange, out of place marks. What were they? Environmental hazards? Maybe Kenway could make sense of it.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Near Spiders den
Post: 3
[member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Anastasia Verd"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

It seemed that Lord Bane was one step ahead like always, was there anything the man could not do? well from her experience not much, the woman witnessing first hand the Siths powers multiple times over, from the Confederacy raid on Kamino, to small skirmishes here and there, a force one would be a fool to stand against and probably one of the galaxies strongest Sith Lords.

"Thank you Daxton, and do not worry, I have fought for over 800 years without a sabre, it will be nice to once again fight in a more traditional method", with the plan set in motion she switched off her comlink, grasping hold of the silenced slug pistol that had served the veteran mercenary through hundred of battles, calming the lives of so many it did not even warrant an estimate, and today said weapon would be used to silently slaughter all those in the pirate camp. That would not be all though, clasped to the woman's back was a large two handed Atrisian styled swords, commonly refereed to as a Nagamaki.

Quickly turning back to the woman laying by her side, "Daxton is going to do something to take control over those turrets, we will approach with stealth in mind during the chaos, taking out as many as we can see, but do not go overboard just in case they have heavy weaponry on hand okay". She waited from a replied before cresting the hill, silently sliding down its dusty banks, bit by bit reaching the camps outer perimeter, awaiting the for the turrets to go haywire on Banes command.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was back in his element, being behind the controls of his fighter. This was a good place to be. What he was hoping for was that he could show the Confederacy that the Alliance was there for them, as much as the reverse was obviously true. He knew [member="Aryn Teth"] had been kicking around, and that was a good sign. [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] was a long time friend, and homeworlder.

He grinned as he heard the call back from Kurayami though. It was definitely good for a familiar voice. Maybe the Confederacy wasn’t all destined for failure, not with him piloting for them. “Glad to be here, Commander Shadar-Pox. We’ll help even some of the odds here.” The pirates were not as garbage as he was expecting. Maybe Jedi interference would help.

“And Kura, its me, of course its not matured!” He laughed as he pushed his throttle forward. “See who gets to 10 first?” He shook his head, adjusting some of the settings as his fighters were forming up.

 

[Ravenfire]

Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Coren Starchaser"] , [member="Shadar-Pox"]

Switching itself back on again Vulture 21 turns on it photo-receptors seeing that there is a space battle ongoing, it sends a message to Shadar-Pox , "Activated, ready to assist." sending the same message to Coren and Kurayami, it moves into flight mode, going into battle, taking down as many pirates as it can, while waiting for a command from Kurayami.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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LOCATION: NEW HAVEN, KATANOS VII
OBJECTIVE: LIBERATION, HELP THE CONVOY
ALLIES: [member="Maple Harte"] | [member="Dalton Kenway"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Srina Talon"]
GEAR: CONFEDERATE TROOPER ARMOR | BR8-A1 "WOLVERINE" RIFLE | BRYAR PISTOL | THERMAL DETONATORS | ION GRENADES



The orders had been given, push into the city and escort the convoy to its final destination.

A hiss from his helmet as it sealed shut, congealed to his armor his dark eyes concealed by the visor that was reminiscent of the Clone Wars. The violet-hued visor would greet his enemies, he led a platoon of men and women who had come from across the galaxy. The man had been with several Imperial armies he had been a Major, a Lieutenant Colonel even as he carried out campaigns in the name of order and justice. Kharad Hakanu had seen war, hell he'd been the war - trapped inside a mechanical power suit after his body could not bear to fight. And here he was, now just Lieutenant Kharad Hakanu of the Black Phantoms charging through the streets of New Haven, his rifle whispered promises of death as crimson whisps sailed through the air burning indiscriminately through pirate armor and into their flesh.

The crumpled and sagging buildings wrought down by the firefight bore no mind to who fought within its walls. As it threatened to fall on top of them all, "on your two! Check target!"

Sgt. Kniaroux's heavy alto voice barked through their voice feeds, "Lieutenant!"

"I got it!" He growled through a hit from a slug that barrelled across his armor but the sheer heat of it cooked the liner beneath the plastoid exterior. Kharad brought the rifle up to aim down the sights. The Eriaduan man felt his boots crush debris in their wake as bits of wall, crates and other objects that had been in the way. Now lay at the feet of a rumbling platoon as the Black Phantoms howled through the streets. Hakanu could feel his chest burn as he ran but adrenaline kept him fueled assuaging the burn as his forearm now braced against the pirate while he kept moving. Magnetic grips were fast to stow the rifle from his free hand into the back holster as the pirate he had braced felt a jaw-ringing hit from below.

Hakanau landed a brutal uppercut sending the lower jaw of the pirate into the upper. This was followed up by a left hook and then a right, both of them landed into the man's chest before the lieutenant took the man over his shoulder and flipped him over on his back. "The two o'clock is taken care of, where are we in correlation to the convoy?"

"Three clicks to the east, Corporal Sauinoe radio us in!"

"Yes, Sergeant!" The Corporal pulled the radio from over her shoulder, "this is Corporal Sauinoe of the 92nd, we're moving in on the convoy's position."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Katanos VII orbit
Objective: 2
Post: 3
Allies: [member="Shadar-Pox"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Vulture 21"]

The return transmission from Coren made Kurayami chuckle. He wanted to have a contest to see who could get 10 kills first. Sounded reasonable enough, he knew that they were both aces in their own right and with both being Corellian it would at least be a fair race. At least in terms of skill. The response was almost immediate and the cockiness was more than obvious in the reply.

"First to 10 you say? No problem Starchaser, glad to hear it's the same group of insane bastards it was when I was a member. Hell I'll buy the drinks if you can keep pace. Otherwise loser buys. Sound fair?"

After sending the reply he was pinged by a Vulture droid that was airborne and sent it a simple command to engage any and all hostile fighters encountered. He worried little about droid fighters or their survival. It was not uncommon to lose at least a few squads in combat from his experiences. He wanted to see what combat routines the droid would call upon and how well it was programmed for a superiority role.

With the command sent he pulled his fighter into a steep climb quickly gaining altitude over the oncoming fighter groups. The A-wing was blisteringly fast and he used this tactic to bring a few of the lesser experienced pilots into try to follow him. As they broke off to engage him,he kicked the rudder to the right performing a wingover and pulling lead on the first of the trailing enemies, once a targeting solution was confirmed he pulled the trigger. The burst couldn't have been more than a half second long bit it did manage to shake the opposing pilot enough to case him to overcorrect and clip his wingman. The shields on the fighters kept it from being a two for one but it also greatly weakened the strength of the shields for a second burst from Kurayami as he fell into position at 5 o'clock on the fighter furthest back to down one as the other moved to try and set up for a pincer attack. Only problem was that their target was very small, and moving at extremely high speed.

The bolts from the snapshots taken at him flew closer than he was comfortable with as he dove, the leader of the two remaining using his craft as bait before starting a lag roll, while the fighter on his tail working on keeping the Corellian in his sights would find maintianing a lock to be very difficult as everytime the solution was presented the modified 4x jammer would activate, disrupting the solution just long enough for Kurayami to move out of ideal position without having to disengage. This was setting up to go into a much longer than anticipated battle, even if Kurayami could end it much more easily it was far more interesting to test these guys and see just how good they were before moving on to simply blazing through what was left.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Post: 2
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Shadar-Pox"]
Receiving commands from Kurayami, Vulture 21 takes control of two other vulture droids and the three of them slowly being taking out any pirate fighter getting up to 3 down before, one took out the other two vulture droid, not happy about this Vulture 21 takes after them figuring this must be an ace of theirs, attempting to take it down he flies straight past Kurayami, keeping with this pirate all his shots bouncing off the shields of the fighter craft.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: At the Food stores (5), New Haven
Post: 2
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Dalton Kenway"] [member="Maple Harte"] [member="Kayla Wylen"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Vulkanus"]

Reply arrived quickly to her mind, with her head nodding even when she couldn't be seen by her interlocutor, concentrating on the Force for a moment as she put on her breath mask over her nose and mouth before she broke out into a run, everything around her seemingly slowing than as she dashed towards the disrupted area, taking into account her surroundings and the shapes drawing near to it as she ran. In her communicator, she could hear Kayla telling her about Spiders approaching, looking to raid it. "Don't waste time. Kill at will to protect the wounded. We can't let them make use of the armory either." she instructed back into her device. They would show no mercy, not for them, not for the wounded so there was no other option in dealing with them. It didn't help them one bit that they shared the name of the Clan from Dathomir with the bad worst blood with her birth clan. While her Nona had no desire to teach the younglings to hate, the bad blood was just too strong to stop it.

Slowing down as she approached, Katrine channeled the built-up Force inside her towards the ground, summoning the dirt and stone from around the structures. They rose at her command, the sight of them confusing the raiders for a moment before she propelled them into their faces at a fast pace. Some, they had only hit against the flesh, others they struck into the eyes, causing worse damage before she'd charged towards the stores themselves, activating her Light-Shield bracelet as she moved from oncoming blaster attacks from the pirates that weren't affected. "Hi, I'm Kat, third of your rescue unit. We'll get you out of this mess in a jiffy," she announced as she'd made her way into one of the stores, deactivating her shield once inside. It would take more than a bit of telekinesis to rid them of the pirates but it was a start, she thought as she got some confused looks from those who were actually aware of what was happening.

"Right, I need eyes on the outside. Let me know as soon as someone approaches," she instructed the nearest man who seemed for the most part fine before she moved to the first injured, beginning her healing.

 

[Anastasia Verd]

Location: Near Spider's Den
Post: 2
Tags: [member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

Several automated turrets on to of every building, the woman informed her as she removed her binoculars from her eyes. Naha'va continued watching towards the compoud, noting the additions to the buildings that stood out though from where she was, she wouldn't necessarily attribute firepower to them until she had now been told. "Best backup plan is to find your own way out. Worrying about others slows you down," she said flatly as her black eyes moved to look at Kurenai. There was no emotion, not even ill intent in her words as she spoke. It was true, one worked best when one fended to themselves and not concerned themselves with others. Then again, Naha'va had spent most of her active career working alone and then lifetimes after it fending for herself. It was the most natural thing in the galaxy for her.

When Kurenai spoke up, it was to address to Zabrak, making the clone look back at him. "Indeed, it's a distraction we need and a small window to slip in," she added. A far better option would have been to sneak in but the turrets made that difficult. Perhaps there was a flaw in the security but they hardly had enough time to study the compound. A diversion would have to do.

Instead of an explosion though, he would take control of the turrets. "Excellent, Bane. That will do wonders," Naha'va noted before Kurenai addressed her again. "Enjoy," the assassin only offered before she was left alone. Inside her head, the child's demon roared to life. "Silence yourself, child. Grownups are busy. I will give you the death to soothe you," she muttered inward. Whatever the Mandragora monster had done to the mind of Anastasia, it had made her stronger.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Naha'va concentrated, steadying herself. Centuries of death and rebirth had done little to make her forget what she had been born to do. From Royal Guard to Hand to a woman with her own agenda, her lessons never faltered her. Even now as the child's mind faught her. "Fight," she muttered in the old battle language before she began to descend herself through the rocky terrain, her mind focused solely on the terrain and the camp ahead. Her words rang true, now that she'd been separated from the two, she didn't think of them, only on the kill, she was required to make. Her mind was blank on remorse, not even the child with whom she shared the mind could comprehend the meaning of it when she'd spent her only years of living silenced by the assasin. After all this time, it had never disrupted her thoughts and it wouldn't now, her feet and arms working together in sync as she drew closer to the level of the camp.