Junction No Sanctuary Here || SO/GA Junction of Sisio and Orellon II

[Aspect of Defiance]

The war between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order has turned into a protracted conflict, stretching across multiple sectors and embroiling entire star systems in chaos. Along the contested borders, fleets clash in fierce engagements, with massive capital ships exchanging devastating volleys of turbolaser fire while starfighters swarm in frantic dogfights. Galactic Alliance forces rely on their advanced tactics, diverse fleet compositions, and skilled pilots, coordinating precise strikes to disrupt the Sith's oppressive advance. Despite this, the Sith Order First Legion’s brutal efficiency, combined with their mastery of the dark side, gives them a lethal edge. Sith battle meditations bolster their forces' effectiveness, while The Second Legion, the Jutrand Raiders, leads brutal boarding parties, sowing terror among Alliance crews.

The fighting is not confined to space. Planets along the border have become battlegrounds as the two factions vie for control of key supply routes and strategic locations. On the ground, Alliance commandos and Jedi Knights engage in intense skirmishes with Sith troops and their dark acolytes, their lightsaber duels illuminating devastated cityscapes. Civilians caught in the crossfire face unimaginable hardships, as both sides requisition resources to fuel their war machines. The Galactic Alliance fights to defend freedom and sovereignty, but their struggle is complicated by Sith psychological warfare, which exploits fear and division to weaken their resolve. The battle has no clear end in sight, with neither side willing to relent, leaving the border zone locked in a grinding war of attrition.

The ongoing conflict turned its focus on Eiattu 6 once more when the planet’s strategic position on the Sanctuary Pipeline made it a critical chokepoint for both factions. Eiattu 6, rich in natural resources and possessing a network of orbital facilities ideal for refueling and repairs, became a highly contested prize. The Sith Order recognized the planet's potential as a hub for projecting their influence deeper into Alliance territory.

The Galactic Alliance, understanding the implications of losing Eiattu 6, launched a counteroffensive to hold the planet and reopen the Sanctuary Pipeline. This escalation transformed the conflict into a brutal tug-of-war, with both sides committing significant resources to control the planet. Orbital space around Eiattu 6 became a chaotic battlefield, with constant skirmishes as Alliance fleets sought to break the Sith blockade. On the surface, Jedi-led forces united the noble houses and rallied local militias to fight against Sith-aligned factions. The intensifying conflict on Eiattu 6 not only highlighted the planet’s tactical importance but also made it a symbol of the larger struggle between freedom and domination, drawing the attention of leaders and heroes on both sides.

OBJECTIVE 1: ALL BLOCKED UP​

On the western flank of Eiattu 6, the Sith Order maintained an oppressive space blockade that transformed the Sanctuary Pipeline into a gauntlet of fear and destruction. Anchored by massive Harrower-class Dreadnoughts and escorted by sleek Sith Interceptors, the blockade was a testament to the dark power wielded by the Sith. The red glow of turbolasers and the unmistakable silhouette of Sith command ships struck terror into any vessels daring to approach. Gravity well generators deployed by the Sith ensured that no ship could escape their grasp, forcing even the most skilled pilots into deadly confrontations. Under the command of a ruthless Sith Lord, the blockade served not only as a strategic barrier but also as a tool to spread the Order's influence, crushing resistance and subjugating nearby systems into fearful compliance.

On the eastern side, the Sith blockade was no less imposing but took on a different character, relying heavily on the Order's mastery of the Force to enhance their tactical operations. Sith battle meditations amplified the effectiveness of their fleet, creating a near-impenetrable defensive net. Cloaked Sith vessels moved silently through the darkness, striking unsuspecting convoys and leaving no survivors. To instill further dread, the Sith used captured Rebel and civilian ships as decoys, luring unsuspecting allies into ambushes. The eastern blockade radiated an aura of despair and inevitability, ensuring that all who ventured near felt the oppressive weight of the Sith's dominion. This ruthless display of strength made the Sanctuary Pipeline a crucible for any who dared challenge the Order's iron grip on the galaxy.

GA Goal: Break through the Blockade

SO Goal: Hold the Blockade

OBJECTIVE 2: HELP IS ON THE WAY​

The Galactic Alliance transformed Eiattu 6’s royal palace into the nerve center for humanitarian aid efforts, blending the grandeur of the ancient halls with the urgency of wartime relief operations. The once-ornate throne room became a bustling command hub, with holographic displays tracking supply routes, evacuation missions, and the distribution of essential goods. Representatives from noble houses, planetary aid organizations, and Alliance command worked side by side, coordinating efforts to provide food, medical supplies, and shelter to civilians displaced by the ongoing war. Jedi mediators played a crucial role in uniting Eiattu’s historically fractious nobility, persuading rival houses to put aside their differences and focus on protecting the vulnerable.

From the palace, relief missions were launched to the hardest-hit regions of the planet, where Sith bombardments and ground skirmishes had devastated entire communities. Alliance transports, escorted by starfighter squadrons, braved enemy raids to deliver aid to besieged towns and villages. Medical teams set up field hospitals, treating injuries caused by both combat and the harsh conditions of displacement. Eiattu’s royal family, long seen as distant rulers, took an active role in the effort, using their influence to rally local support and provide crucial resources. These humanitarian actions, directed from the palace, became a beacon of hope for the planet’s people, demonstrating the Galactic Alliance's commitment to both victory and the welfare of those caught in the conflict.

GA Goal: Bring aid and relief to those who need it

SO Goal: Disrupt aid via subterfuge and misdirection

OBJECTIVE 3: CAPITAL GAINS​

The battle for the Imperial Citadel in Eiattu's capital city was a devastating conflict that brought the war between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order to the heart of the planet. Towering above the cityscape, the Citadel was a looming symbol of Imperial oppression, repurposed as a command center by the Galactic Alliance when they took control of Eiattu. Its fortified walls and shielded towers made it a strategic stronghold, and both factions recognized that control of the Citadel would determine the fate of the planet. The Sith Order, eager to reassert dominance, launched a full-scale assault to reclaim the structure.

The battle began at dawn, with Sith forces descending upon the city in waves. Cloaked in the darkness of a manufactured eclipse caused by Sith sorcery, their fleet unleashed precision orbital strikes to weaken key defenses. Troop transports landed in the surrounding districts, releasing legions of Sith troopers and dark acolytes who quickly overwhelmed the outer defenses. The Galactic Alliance fought back fiercely, deploying ground forces supported by Jedi Knights who sought to turn the tide with strategic strikes and defensive tactics. The streets around the Citadel became a maze of urban warfare, with snipers and heavy artillery turning every alley and building into a potential battleground.

GA Goal: Hold the Capital City

SO Goal: Capture the Capital City

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Targets identified, maneuvering onto intercept vector."

The KR-1 'Shyrack' ACRC pivoted mid-flight, magnarotors adjusting to compensate for the sudden shift in momentum. Two other ACRCs shadowed the leader and mirrored it's movement like a flock of raptors, weapon systems locking into attack mode as they closed in on their prey. Each ACRC carried with it two triads of soldiers, less than a full squad but perfect enough for a raider contingent. They'd been harrying aid and supply convoys for days now, swooping through the skies like aerial devils to pluck enemy cargo transports right out of the sky.

And now, they've located another. But the enemy had grown wise to their tactics, and so they had to shift accordingly. Each ACRC carried with it a single Sith Knight, one that had been properly trained to fight in such extraneous conditions and had been primed with the power of the Dark Side. But this trio of ACRCs was different, for it was no mere Sith that accompanied them. As the ACRC's closed within visual range of the transports, the convoy's fighter escort broke off to intercept the raiders.

The side panel of the lead ACRC swung open, an individual's legs swinging out to dangle precarious from the fuselage's edge. The barrel of a large rifle poked out from the darkness, it's barrel etched with ancient runic symbols. When it fired, the recoil was enough to shunt the entire aircraft in the opposite direction. The slug sung through the air, maneuvering unnaturally -- twisting and turning -- before slamming into the first fighter. Continuing through the aircraft's body, the slug spun into another, and then another, on and on. Each one detonating with explosive force in the slug's unrelenting wake.

Darth Carnifex ejected the spent casing, the huge fist-sized piece of metal tumbling down through the air. He loaded another slug into the chamber, locking it into place, taking aim, and then firing. The rest of the convoy's fighter escort suffered the same fate in the span of a few breaths. Cycling the bolt one last time, the Dark Lord set His rifle at ease as the ACRC's fell upon the defenseless transports. Rather than destroying them outright, they crippled their engines and allowed them to plummet to the ground.

Circling the wreckage, the ACRC fired on any survivors with door-mounted cannons, explosive ammunition detonating and blowing apart the wreckage and survivors with equal scorn. Leaving the charred husks of another aid convoy behind, the wolfpack turned and renewed the hunt.

Jonyna Si | Aris Noble
Domina Prime ​

 

[Domina Prime]

You Can See A God When I Take My Mask Off
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Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | Darth Carnifex

Open​

LOCATION: Eiattu 6
OBJECTIVE: OBJ2


The skies over Eiattu 6 boiled crimson, a fiery canvas of destruction as the Sith invasion clashed with the desperate efforts of the Galactic Alliance. Amid the chaos, perched atop the smoldering ruins of a shattered structure, Prime sat astride her massive Dovahdrake, Azura, her demeanor one of detached amusement. Below, the streets writhed with panicked civilians, scrambling Jedi, and the relentless advance of Sith war machines. To Domina, the madness was a symphony, and she loved the music.

Her azure claws lazily dragged along the edge of her massive Mythosaur axe, sparks dancing in the dim light as she gazed at the carnage below. The distant wails of the suffering and the sharp, staccato bursts of blaster fire brought an almost meditative calm. Above, the Sith gunships carved fiery trails through the sky, disgorging destruction upon the palace-city's once-pristine avenues. The Galactic Alliance's efforts to counter the Sith offensive were pitiful at best, and humanitarian transports ferried the wounded and the helpless to safety.

Domina let out a low chuckle, plucking a cigar from her cloak and placing it between her mandibles. She leaned back against Azura's saddle, her five alien eyes scanning the battlefield with predatory detachment. A sharp snap of her claws sent a spark, igniting the cigar with a flash. As she took a long, luxurious drag, the magenta smoke swirled in her lungs, heightening her senses and igniting her nerves.

And upon seeing Darth Carnifex finally descend upon the madness with his unit Domina grinned wickedly.

"Game..." she murmured, savoring the sweet, intoxicating flavor.

"Set."

She exhaled a shimmering cloud of smoke, letting it rise into the chaos-filled sky.

"Match~"

The moment lingered as she drew another drag, but it was cut short when the radiant glow of Azura's scales intensified. With a sharp yank of the reins and a clicking signal of her teeth, the dragon roared to life. Its chest pulsed with incandescent light before unleashing a column of azure fire, spiraling upward like the wrath of a vengeful god. The flame tore through the hull of a medical transport, igniting its core and sending it careening earthward in a trail of blue fire.

One by one, the dragon's breath obliterated vessel after vessel, reducing aid transports and gunships alike to burning wreckage. The air was thick with smoke and ash, the shrieks of the wounded drowned by the roar of Azura's devastating assault. Each fiery explosion elicited a savage grin from Domina as she reclined, her enjoyment of the carnage unabated.

But her provocation did not go unanswered. From the distant skies, a formation of Jedi Fighters broke through the clouds, descending rapidly toward her perch. Their concentrated fire rained down on the crumbling structure, sending chunks of stone and steel plummeting to the ground below.

Domina snarled, the moment of delight shattered. She flung her cigar aside, slipping her Mandalorian mask back over her glowing visage. With a sharp tap of her claws, she sent Azura screeching into action. The massive dragon leapt from the building, the force of its takeoff shattering what little remained of the structure. Domina and her mount disappeared into the churning storm clouds, evading the volley of blaster fire with a serpentine grace.

"Prime's god sees us!" she roared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Can you say the same for yours?!"

From the cloud cover, Azura twisted sharply upward, bursting out in a flash of azure brilliance. Domina stood tall in her saddle, her four arms winding back, the Mythosaur axe gleaming with an almost supernatural glow. With a battle cry that echoed across the battlefield, she brought the weapon down in a devastating arc. The axe struck a Jedi gunship with a thunderous crash, splitting its hull open as it tumbled into the side of a towering spire below. The ensuing explosion painted the sky with fire and debris, a fitting tribute to Kad Ha'rangir.

"TRIBUTE TO THE GODS WILL NOT BE DENIED!" Domina bellowed, her fury and zeal unbridled.

Azura continued its aerial assault, evading and counterattacking with unmatched ferocity. Each ship felled by Domina's hand or her mount's devastating breath was another sacrifice to the god of destruction. For Domina Prime, this was not merely war—it was sacred ritual, and the battlefield was her altar.

 

[Sazo Vass]

Tags: OPEN
Objective: Hold the Capital City
Equipment: Talionis | Jiub, The Akk Dog

Imperial Citadel, Capital City, Eiattu

This is Sazo Vass, right now:

As you ride your familiar around the citadel, you find yourself strangely centered in the chaotic battlefield. The screams, the sounds of munitions being discharged, the acrid smell of smoke and burning flesh is...something that will trouble you to be sure. This is, after all, your first foray into an active war-zone. But your time on Selvaris, training and doing missions with Master Serys, has prepared you.

Stay moving. Stay safe.

That's what you were told in your briefing, and that's what you've done to the best of your ability- ride Jiub around the citadel, taking advantage of the urban environment to surprise Sith forces, harrass, scatter them...and riding on. You are on your third circuit; this time, the Sith troopers are taking aim at you specifically, not the GADF personnel. This is the First Legion after all- they were too disclipined to not notice a Padawan riding around on a repto-mammal. An artillery round explodes in front of you; it stuns Jiub and sends you flying.

You blink blearily, your ears ringing. Vaguely, you could hear shouting, yelling- then the tell-tale sign of crimson in the corner of your eyes signals the beginning of the arrival of Sith troopers, streaming down from nearby building likely to inspect their handy-work. Instead, they find themselves retreating back into the building from whence before almost trampled by an irate akk dog.

"Sithspit", you mutter. "Jiub, we need to go", you say louder. Your familiar looks at you- perhaps wanting a snack?- before acquiescing. You clamber onto Jiub, riding back in the opposite direction; you would have to report the First's activity, make sure nobody else got caught off guard.

Besides, you were told...

Stay moving. Stay safe.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING:
WEAPONS:
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: OPEN
ENEMIES: Briana Sal-Soren

The Second Legion, The Emperor’s Wrath, had taken to the western front of Eiattu 6. After the Galactic Alliance's failed attempt to take Sulis Van and Echnos, the First Legion had pursued them to their border. As providence would have it, the Sanctuary Pipeline ran through the planetary hex which the world occupied. While they had scuttled over the world before, the Sith found themselves engaging once more. This time the plan was less aggressive than what some would have preferred, though it was smart.

Gerwald stood on the bridge of his ship as several others from the legion established a blockade around Eiattu. The objective was simple: cut off the flow of supplies from getting to the planet. It was a classic siege. The Dread Wolf had participated in several during his formative years on Stewjon. Their more primitive methods of war allowed the warrior a perspective which those raised with a more modern or technological outlook did not always possess. His methods were both archaic and progressive as a result, often using techniques long forgotten to modern strategists to confuse them.

It was why the construction of the Second Legion had been unique. The vessels had not been designed with the idea of ship to ship combat in the more traditional method which the Galactic Alliance or the Sith Order fleeters were used to. Gerwald’s ships had been designed for speed, and for breaking. It made the Second Legion perfect for forming and defending the blockade. Any ship which attempted to break through would not be run down, they would simply be run through.

“Patch me through to every ship in the blockade.”

The communications officer on the ship nodded when the connection was established.

“I cannot promise how long we will be here, but know this, we are not giving anything up. The Galactic Alliance thought they could disrupt the shipyards on Sulis Van by destroying and seizing them. They attacked Echnos to weaken the workforce. Their hubris extended to the lomite mines of yet another world. We held them back, drove them off, and have found them licking their wounds on Eiattu.”

His voice paused, allowing all who heard his voice to see the picture of their victory in their mind's eye.

“Today we have cut the planet off from its main source of supply. The Sanctuary Pipeline shall remain closed off to them. No ship is to pass through the blockade either to leave the planet, or get supplies through. Whether they are military, civilian, or criminal, destroy them.”

His orders were clear. No one would be permitted to make it through. His vessel would aid in defending the blockade as best as it could while the Dread Wolf orchestrated the battle from his vessel as a master conductor. Gerwald was a general, the Lord of War. What he had orchestrated on Echnos, along with the Dread Queen Srina Talon , was something all knew of too well. His cruelty and brutality in battle was the Galactic Alliance would remember. There were few who returned from Echnos unaffected by the device, or the devastation he had wrought on those who breached the dome.

Gerwald had seen those not taken prisoner executed by his command. His words then were as simple as they would be now.

"No mercy, no surrender! Only victory and glory!"

 

[Reicher Vax]

Location: Landing Site 31
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad, Thermal Detonator
Tag: Darth Malum of House Marr Phaelissia Ashley Nevermore

The landing ramp of the Sith transport hissed open, releasing a wave of compressed air into the smoky, debris-filled air of Landing Site 31. The once-pristine industrial district on the outskirts of Eiattu's capital city was now a battlefield, its wide avenues choked with rubble, overturned vehicles, and the broken remains of the first wave of Sith troopers. Fires burned in shattered buildings, casting long, flickering shadows over the field. The occasional scream of a wounded soldier pierced through the chaos, punctuated by the distant roar of orbital bombardments and the whine of starfighters overhead.

Reicher Vax descended the ramp, his crimson visor glowing faintly through the haze. His armor, marked with the insignia of the Sith Empire, bore the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to his survival in the harsh crucible of the Empire's wars. At his side marched a squad of his elite veterans, their disciplined steps and polished armor a stark contrast to the battered troopers regrouping in the smoldering chaos of the landing zone.

Reicher's gaze swept over the scene, assessing it with a soldier's precision. Sith transports were scattered across the district, some disgorging reinforcements while others burned where they had been downed by Alliance artillery. Troopers scrambled to establish a defensive perimeter, using debris and hastily erected barricades to fortify their position. Medical droids attended to the wounded, while officers barked orders to reassemble scattered squads.

"Lieutenant Vax," a Sith sergeant called, jogging up to him with a salute that bordered on desperation. Her armor was streaked with soot and her tone carried the weight of a losing fight. "The first wave met heavy resistance. Alliance forces are entrenched in the city blocks leading to the Citadel. We've established a beachhead, but we're pinned down by artillery fire. They have Jedi leading their counterattacks—three, maybe four of them."

Reicher inclined his head, processing the report. His voice, modulated and steady, cut through the din. "Understood. Have your squads hold the perimeter. The Old Guard will stabilize the line and push forward."

The sergeant nodded, relief flashing briefly in her eyes before she turned to relay the orders.

Reicher stepped into the fray, his presence a steadying force for the beleaguered troops. "Form up!" he commanded, his voice carrying above the chaos. "All squads, defensive positions. Hold this line until reinforcements secure the flank."

His elite veterans moved with precision, establishing firing lines and setting up anti-armor weapons to counter the Alliance's advance. One of them, a towering soldier with a heavy repeater slung across his shoulder, nodded to Reicher as he took position near a makeshift barricade. "Orders, sir?"

Reicher's visor turned toward the distant Imperial Citadel, its looming silhouette visible even through the thick smoke. The Sith eclipse above cast an eerie darkness over the battlefield, broken only by the sporadic flashes of explosions and the glow of saber strikes in the distance.

"We cut through the Alliance's forward positions and link up with the First Legion," Reicher said coldly. "The Citadel is the key. We will not leave this planet without it."

As Reicher and his Old Guard prepared to charge, the man on his direct right, who held the banner of the Sith Empire highly and with might, was silenced by an Alliance Sniper, the banner threatened to touch the ground...

​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Together, We Fight As One

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine darted through the chaos, her twin blades gleaming faintly in the dim, unnatural twilight of the forced eclipse. Her boots kicked up dust and loose gravel as she leapt over rubble, moving with a predator's grace. Every sense was attuned to the battle—blaster fire singing through the air, the faint hum of a nearby lightsaber, and the unrelenting cacophony of battle—a melody she was all too familiar with. A faint whine echoed overhead as a transport ship streaked across the darkened sky, its payload of destruction raining down on the city below.

She crouched behind the remains of a crumbled wall, her twin swords resting against her thighs. The acrid smell of blaster fire and scorched durasteel burned in her nose as she glanced toward the Citadel, its fortified silhouette stark against the blackened heavens. She turned to the knight beside her, giving the best smile she could in the midst of this. A beacon of fierce, fiery light in the darkness.

"Aadihr, keep my six, alright?" She didn’t wait for confirmation; she trusted him to handle his end of this and stay close. Trusted him with her life.

With practiced efficiency, Azzie slipped into the shadows of the wreckage. She knew that her Miraluka companion would still be able to see her, despite her cloak within the Force. Her boots barely made a sound against the cracked permacrete as she darted toward the sounds of heavy blaster fire. A half-dozen Sith troopers were advancing through the ruined street, their crimson visors glowing ominously as they methodically cleared the path ahead.

Azzie inhaled deeply, centering herself. Gently, she pulled her yellow lightsaber in her left hand and one of her hook swords with the other. A sudden burst of movement—a blur of motion. She was upon them before they could register the threat. The first trooper fell silently, a quick slash severing the power conduits in his armor. The second turned, raising his rifle, but she spun low, her blade carving through his knees with a precision that left no room for error despite making sure to stick to nonlethal incapacitating blows.

“Should’ve stayed in orbit, or, you know, maybe taken a sick day,” she muttered, twisting out of the way of a blaster bolt aimed at her chest, positioning her hook sword to absorb the energy. Its orange glow burned a slight bit brighter upon the impact.

The remaining troopers regrouped quickly, adjusting their formation. Smart, but not smart enough. Azzie dove behind a shattered landspeeder as more blaster fire peppered the area. Her pulse hammered in her ears as she counted the seconds. Three... two...

She vaulted over the wreckage, blades flashing a mix of yellow and orange light. She ducked a wide swing from one of the troopers and retaliated with a brutal upward slash and kick that sent him sprawling. Only one remained now, at least directly on her, and he hesitated, his blaster wavering. “It's not worth it, buddy,” she said, her voice sharp and unshaken, but not unkind. “Drop it, get an evac for your friends here, and walk away. Live to fight another day."

The trooper didn’t move. His indecision was answer enough.

Azzie sighed and stepped forward. A single spin kick to the head—clean, quick, and final. He crumpled to the ground. She turned to quickly check on Aadihr, making sure the patterns of his aura were still bright and close. The Citadel loomed in the distance, its shadow stretching long across the city. This fight was far from over.

Aadihr Lidos | The Red​

 

[17-KR7 "Enigma"]

Location: Bridge of the "Vengeance of Alderaan"
Equipment: E-5 Blaster Rifle
Tags: OPEN

The bridge of the Vengeance of Alderaan was alive with the controlled chaos of battle. Officers moved with precision across polished floors, their crisp uniforms contrasting with the dim red glow of tactical displays. The main viewport framed the chaos of the Sanctuary Pipeline, where distant explosions and streaks of turbolaser fire turned the void into a theater of destruction. At the heart of it all stood Enigma, her pink chassis a strange, almost alien presence amidst the organics who had become accustomed to her cold efficiency.

Her crimson visor pulsed faintly as she processed the latest data feeds. The Galactic Alliance fleet was in a precarious position, pressing against the Sith blockade on Eiattu 6's western flank. Despite the heroism of its pilots and the precision of its command, the Alliance forces were struggling against the overwhelming firepower and ruthless tactics of the Sith fleet. Enigma's processors hummed as she calculated probabilities, running thousands of simulations in mere moments.

Her voice cut through the din, smooth and mechanical yet commanding. "Fleet Captain Karras, adjust the Vengeance of Alderaan's position five degrees starboard and angle dorsal turrets to sector 23-B. The Sith Harrower-Cruiser at the blockade center is overcommitted to its forward arc. It will attempt to reposition, exposing its port-side reactor shielding. Targeting coordinates uploaded."

Captain Karras hesitated only a fraction of a second before nodding. His initial skepticism of Enigma's involvement had long since given way to grudging respect. The droid's uncanny ability to predict enemy movements and identify exploitable weaknesses had already turned the tide in smaller skirmishes. "You heard the droid," he barked. "Adjust position and prepare for concentrated fire. Relay coordinates to the fleet."

As the Vengeance of Alderaan shifted into position, Enigma continued her analysis, drawing on the data from every ship in the fleet and cross-referencing it with the tactical logs provided by the Alliance command. The Sith's western blockade was formidable, but its strength was its predictability. The First Legion's reliance on brute force created opportunities for precision strikes, provided the Alliance could weather the initial storm.

"Your secondary frigates are too far out of alignment," she added, turning her visor toward Karras. "Order Radiant Dawn and Pride of Yavin to reposition into a staggered formation. They will screen for your cruisers while maintaining optimal firing arcs. Do not engage their gravity well generators directly. Redirect your bombers to the aft of the blockade to neutralize their escort vessels instead. Force their capital ships into defensive maneuvers."

Karras nodded, issuing the orders swiftly. Around him, the crew moved with renewed purpose, trusting Enigma's calculated precision. But as she spoke, her processors were already working beyond the immediate engagement. The western blockade was just one piece of the puzzle. The true danger lay on the eastern flank, where Sith battle meditation and psychological warfare turned every maneuver into a desperate gambit. It was a far more insidious threat, one that required coordination across the entire theater.

She turned to the communications officer. "Patch me into the Alliance fleet's strategic channel."

The officer hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the notion of a droid directing larger operations, but Karras's sharp glance spurred him into action. The channel opened with a faint hiss of static, and Enigma's voice resonated across the fleet.

"Galactic Alliance forces, this is Tactical Advisor Enigma. The western blockade's Harrower-Cruiser is vulnerable. Concentrate fire on its exposed port side. Secondary frigates will provide screening for cruisers, while bombers target their escorts. Maintain staggered formations to avoid concentrated retaliation. Adjust immediately."

There was no response, only the slight shifts in formation as ships moved to follow her instructions. Enigma paid it no mind, her attention already shifting to the broader conflict. She accessed live feeds from the eastern flank, where Sith cloaked vessels and decoy ships were sowing havoc among Alliance supply lines. The darkness radiating from their battle meditation spread like a miasma, choking the resolve of those who dared approach.

Her processors identified patterns in the Sith ambush tactics. Their decoy ships moved with just enough imperfection to betray their true nature—anomalous engine signatures, inconsistent power fluctuations. She collated the data into a predictive model and uploaded it to the fleet command. "Rear Admiral," she transmitted. "Eastern flank decoy patterns identified. I am transmitting anomaly markers. Redirect interceptors to these coordinates to neutralize cloaked threats. Suppress a battle meditation source by targeting the secondary cruiser cluster at point 47-K."

The Alliance forces on the eastern flank would still struggle, but if they acted quickly, they could blunt the Sith's psychological edge. For Enigma, the task was simple: the preservation of efficiency and the mitigation of loss. Her lack of emotional attachment allowed her to calculate without hesitation, even as thousands of lives hung in the balance.

Back on the bridge of the Vengeance of Alderaan, Karras watched the holodisplay with grim determination as the Harrower began to buckle under the Alliance fleet's concentrated fire. "Your analysis was correct," he said, glancing toward Enigma.

"It always is," she replied, her voice devoid of arrogance, merely stating fact. Her glowing visor turned back to the tactical display, already processing the next move. "But success here is only a fraction of the battle. The Sith's grip on Eiattu 6 will not falter from brute force alone. Strategic coordination and precision will win this war of attrition—not misplaced pride or heroics."

As the battle raged on, Enigma remained at the heart of it, the cold, calculating mind guiding the chaos. To her, this was not a war of ideologies or morality. It was a test of systems, of variables and logic. And she would ensure the Galactic Alliance emerged not just victorious, but efficient. For the galaxy itself, in all its disorder, demanded nothing less.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIP: Lightsaber
COMPANION: Fate
TAGS: Viers Connory

It was a horrible thing that had happened to this world. Time and again the Sith proved that the only thing they were good at was causing death and destruction. Why the galaxy chose to tolerate their existence, why every galactic government didn't rise up against them, was beyond him. They were the only force in the galaxy that he could bring himself to hate, and even that wasn't really the right word for it, as he believed, deep down, that almost all of them could be brought back to the light if the right opportunity presented itself.

He'd worked with the local noble houses, helped bring them together based on his own knowledge of nobility and royalty. No, he had not been the main driver of it, but he had done his part to help the others where he could. That was the role of a padawan, even a royal one. You helped where you were allowed and left the most difficult things to the older Jedi.

But now he traveled with a convoy, a small one, to a village far distant that had been hard hit by the forces of the Sith. Homes destroyed. Many lives lost. The roads were rife with debris. Whole trees had been blown apart or set aflame by the bombardment. It was a difficult sight to see, even for him, who had seen much in his several months as a Jedi. He felt he had grown tremendously in that time, but it still shocked him what people would do to one another for terrible reasons.

"We're here," the driver said before coming to a stop.

Caelan climbed out of the transport and looked around at the distressed, desperate faces of the local populace and nearly cried at what he saw. It was heartbreaking. Children with grievous injuries. Parents missing limbs or covered in burns. They were all seeking help, relief from what they had been through. Fate hopped down beside him and surveyed the scene.

"Dwoooo-beep bwoo-dweep! Vrrt-vrrt dwo-dwoo beep-bweep!"

"Yes, many of them. So many," he agreed before taking a deep breath and raising his voice. "Please, everyone, form a line, single file, and we'll begin to assess your needs! Everyone will be helped! Do not rush!"

While people began to shuffle about, he turned to go meet with the leader of the aid contingent. They needed to assess the severity of need and begin triage starting with the worst first. From there they could work through the injured and the others could get food and water as they needed. It was going to be a long day, he could feel it.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link, Well Worn Boots,
Custom Rakghoul Flight-suit and Helmet
Weal & Woe

[VIBES]

Western Flank of Eiattu 6
Last Light Launch Bay
T-Minus 12 Minutes

​

Their tactics briefing was thorough, with young aspiring Sith of course needing to be as well prepared for war as possible. Kor'ethyr Academy and the Sith Order at large did not simply throw promising talent to the wind without ample preparation, but thrown they were nonetheless. For his part, Naamino Zuukamano was absolutely pumped for the fight to come. Maybe he'd even make ace this time around. A young man could dream.

Practically bursting through the blast doors as they slid open, Naami charged ahead with the energy of a bull rancor. More animated than he ever was about basic studies at the Academy, or even martial training on the dueling grounds, the zabrak threw his fist into the air as they made their way to the student starfighters. His custom helmet was grasped in that hand, something Diarch Reign ensured he had the funding for given that the boy's horns wouldn't allow him to wear any old gear. He also had a custom House Rakghoul flight-suit which his best friend Micah tol Powl might have had a hand in designing and tailoring.

They were going to be set loose a little later than some of the main combatants sure, but it was still the closest he'd been to the front lines of battle in space proper. The little gaggle of students included Naami's best friend and co-pilot, as well as well as Haro Aven and Kyorra Pavanos who were flying today too. With Naami's jubilant show of excitement over, he flashed a wicked and disarmingly dimpled grin over his shoulder at the others as he barked out a laugh with his comments.

"Ready to turn those nerf-herders into scrapyard junk?"

OBJECTIVE 1

​

Having thrown himself into the cockpit after lending a thoughtful hand to the cathar, Naami settled in behind the controls. With agile fingers and practiced ease he flipped switches, slid toggles into place and readied for launch. Soon enough they were airborne and soon after that they were set free in the big black! The endless void... Which was uncharacteristically chock full of things at the moment. The zabrak murmured to Micah briefly, a sense of ceremony to the words.

"Thanks M, for watchin' my six."

Then his voice rose to a smooth braggadocious flow of the commander he aspired to be as he tested the comms.

"How're we doin' crew? Lets make sure we keep formation. And new kid, don't be afraid to ask for backup."

It was unclear which "new kid" he was addressing, but soon the heat of battle would swallow them up and not much else would matter save for keeping their wits about them.

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

TAG: Aris Noble Darth Carnifex Domina Prime

She could sense it.

The last week had been hell on her. She hadn't slept well, and with Jenn Kryze off doing work for her Clan, Jonyna felt a pressure on her she hadn't since they had become mates. The feeling of having to handle it all alone once more.

The Dawnbreaker sat high above the city, The NJO's Shield Core working alongside Si Tech's bravest men and women, working their damnedest to push through sith assaults. X-wings and A-Wings had been tasked with escorting support craft, and Jonyna had done just about everything she could to prep the Service Corps for what came next.

But she could sense it.

Normally she would be in the middle of it all. In the middle of throwing herself at her work, coordinating efforts herself. She had brought Aris Noble as part of his training, but she couldn't help but fear what came next.

She could sense it.

Somewhere in the sky, the monster was stalking. The monster she had fought alongside her mate on Echnos. The monster who had left Jenn battered, and bruised. The monster she had only barely managed to scratch.

But she had made it bleed. She had made it stumble. That means she could kill it.

The rumble of the fighting was blocked out, as she-

A Dragon.

Her eyes latched onto the sight circling a downed fighter, a recon craft overflowing with Darkside Energy. If there was one truth about the monster, is that he had very little ability to hide himself. Before she could do anything, she looked to Aris. "Aris, prep for a fight. We're going in hard."

Normally, she'd strike first, forcing them down. She knew better than to try that with Domina Prime, and the monster. Rather, she used her supreme control of the air to alter the lift capabilities of both of their mounts. The air shifted, and suddenly no matter how hard either the recon craft or drake flapped, they couldn't find any air to push, forcing them down. She wasn't interested in fighting high above, allowing them the chance to shoot down more craft. This would be between them, in the broken streets she had cleared of civilians.

Domina wanted a god to fight?

She'd get one.

Jonyna Si, Eye of the Storm, and Aris Noble, the Durasteel Padawan.

 

[The Red]

War was chaos. So many things all happening at the same time. Explosions on the left, gunfire on the right. Yelling and screaming of both vigor and hate, just as much as yells of terror and trauma. Too many things for most to keep track of. Too many things to keep focus on before they missed the shadows that walked just beside them. That was the methodology the aged Zabrak once had, when War was his title and name. He missed it, in truth.

It was good to be back.

His smile wasn't as wide as it had been before. He was very much an old soul reminiscing on the days long past. His cane tapped the ground rhythmically as he went, the click barely audible as all hell broke loose with combat. It wasn't enough for him to miss out the sounds though. A voice, familiar. Restrained this time, rather than furious or rageful. He chuckled as he slipped through the shadows then.

A wisp, a phantom.

He had no presence in the Force as he caught Azurine's kick on the point of his cane. A gentle nudge to push her kick right above the troopers head. The man dropped naturally, as he was certain he'd likely be unconscious, if not dead. He stared up at the black cloaked Zabrak. The Red didn't spare them a look in turn, instead settling their cane down as they stared at the other Zabrak, the girl from before.

"You'd have been lucky if that strike actually knocked him out cold. You leave too much to chance, pulling your punches like that. You're certainly much more tame now than I remember you, Padawan. Do a little spiritual cleansing I take it?" He chuckled knowingly. Poison wasn't running through her veins anymore. Good. It'd be that much better to beat her down now. "And you, healer, you certainly look better than when hat explosion near took you out. Both of you in tip top shape. Good, good."

Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Nouqai Veil]

OBJECTIVE 2

Falentra had brought a dragon of her own of her most recent creation, the Demuirge. Compared to the Dovahdrakes, it was more horrifying than it was majestic. This was also a trial, to see how this specimen would do in battle. Falentra hadn't named this mount, expecting that its life would be short lived in this hectic battle.

Mounted on the back of the creature, she had made her descent into the atmosphere. The chaos and flames of massive azure dragon was impossible to go unnoticed. On it stood the massive titaness, Domina Prime . Her bond. The massive beast and its Mistress made a big target, the many ships now turned towards the flames.

Insane was a word for it. While Domina was the epitome of sheer power, she was greatly outnumbered by the battleships now surrounding her and her mount. An axe and a dragon could only do so much damage.

Falentra would swoop in with her Demiurge to aid her bond. The dragon unleashing its own red flames, as it collided into a ship with a roar, its massive tails damaging the engine. "I'm here, My Star." She announced loudly, making sure the majestic Xeno could hear her through the chaos. "You cannot do this alone, there are too many."

It was an epic sight of two dragons and their riders in battle against dozens of battleships. Red and Blue flames lighting through the thick grey clouds. Until a missile came her way, one she had been too slow to manoeuvre her demiurge to avoid. It struck the beasts wing with a deafening boom.
Falentra was thrown from her mount from the blow, as the same mount cried out from the ugly damage to its wing. They both began their rapid plummet towards the ground. Of course, Falentra could save herself, but the beast's life would be short lived.

From her corner of her vision, she would also see Azura, the blue dragon descending, seeming to be caught in some sort of tornado conjured by Jonyna Si

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris idly toyed with liquid metal on the craft. What seemed like a spiraling, Epicanthic tattoo across his skin shifted and molded to his whim, separating and combining with his very flesh before separating to slither down to his open waiting palm. A rod formed, smooth and metal, expanding to a length that was taller than even the young Epicanthix.

A catalyst, as he'd been told. One of two he had now. The metallic substance on one arm, the bracer on the other. He turned his gaze to his master, giving her one nod in understanding. His gaze shifted up towards the vulture like ships circling above. Not the one Master Si had chosen to target, that and a dragon but that was something else to figure out, but the extra two ships that were hunting. It was like a classic hunter and their wolves. The hunter would bring down the prey, and their hounds would ensure it was finished off.

He bent his knees as he took a breath, brandished the staff he had formed.

Then he was gone. In that same instance as his leap, he was beside one of the circling ships, leapt right in front of it's path. They had no chance to stop him as he brought the staff through one of the ships wings, sending it careening towards the ground as it had done with others. He fell with it, more or less, though unlike the ship as it hurtled and spun through the air in an uncontrolled fall he leapt from the debris. Right into the next. This one didn't loose a wing as the staff shifted to a blade, severing right through the center of the ship as he barreled right through it.

The now four parts of the two shuttles crashed randomly, he wasn't sure where, as he landed back on the ground beside his Master. The sword shifted back to a staff as he took a breath and focused back up towards the remaining ships.

"It's my grandfather, isn't it?"

Jonyna Si | Domina Prime | Darth Carnifex

 

[Ko Vuto]

​

Location: Eiattu 6, Orbit
Objective: 1, All Blocked Up

Once more Ko was facing off against the Sith Order. On a familiar planet nonethelessl. Previously when Ko was on Eiattu 6 he ‘brought a violent end’ to one of the members of the Zambrano dynasty. A drop in the bucket for how vast that family tree was.

Unlike before however, Ko would be above the planet to combat against the oppressive blockade that hung over Eiattu 6. The Kel Dor wondered if a blockade might be a bit overly committal for the Sith’s fleet. Not that he would mind the idea of them putting all their eggs into one basket. The planet did lay within a critical spot in the Sanctuary Pipeline hyperlane and disconnected from Kriselist. Ko hoped a victory against the blockade could help turn the tides on the disheartening attrition that had developed on this particular war front.

Soon enough Ko emerged from Hyperspace within the starfighter he was seated in. Along with the squadron he was attached to as well as two others. The relatively small 8 person squadron Ko was in were all piloting A-Wing Interceptors. “This is Storm 1 calling in.” Ko said through the comms before hearing the other’s reply.

“We’ll be screening for opposing starfighters to cover for our heavy hitters. That’s gonna be including Bombers and Capital Ships.” The Jedi Knight briefly explained as he tried to take in the situation. It was admittedly a bit difficult given his blindness. Which offered some unique advantages and disadvantages when piloting. Offering the Kel Dor exceptional situational awareness with his surroundings. However having a hard time making sense of the controls wasn’t particularly great.​

​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | confiscated slugthrower rifle

The walking shell in the shape of an old Zabrak spoke. His force signature, rather his lack thereof, made it impossible for Aadihr to recognize him until he spoke of Iridonia, of Azzie's state back then. This must be the Sith given life once more through profane sacrifice in the throne room.

Aadihr kept his distance, circling slowly around living Shell, opposite from Azzie. He did not ignite his pike yet, merely positioned himself between the sith and the path he entered from.

Aadihr remembered the bodies. The prisoners who were meant to serve as more sacrifice. The end result was this creature; so many lives ended so one sith could plague the galaxy once more. A poor trade for everyone else.

It disgusted him.

"Don't speak as though you know me. Every breath you take is stolen air, wasting it on self-satisfying words disrespects the dead with each syllable."
Aadihr's voice hardened, his grip on his pike tightening until his knuckles were white. Anger and indignation ill befit a Jedi, particularly when against dark side practitioners of the Force. Even so, Aadihr refused to ignore what he had seen.
"Unless you mean to surrender, hold your forked tongue or return to the grave you've left vacant."

Aadihr was stronger now than on Iridonia. He had been training - with Azurine Varek , Braze , Diogo Talon and others. He was stronger now. This time, things would be different. Aadihr had to believe that. Iris Arani and Zaiya Ceti weren't here to save him this time.

If this talking corpse so much as lays a finger on her. . .

Azurine Varek | The Red​

 

[Phaelissia]

Location: Landing Site 31, Capital City - Eiattu 6
Objective: Annihilate GA Citadel Command Personnel
Blue Force: Reicher Vax Darth Malum of House Marr
Red Force: Ashley Nevermore

Phaelissia was the last to descend the transport’s ramp before it took off only moments later, the air surging in its wake as the craft leveled into low altitude flight. Casting a brief glance behind her as the vessel flew away, Phaelissia turned and followed the squad of veteran Sith troopers into the industrial district, which was now a battle-scarred ruin of burned-out heavy machinery, cratered roads, and broken buildings. By the same token, the district bustled with military activity. Armored repulsorlift vehicles roared down the streets while red-armored battle droids marched in lockstep precision. All the while, cacophonous reports of distant blaster and artillery fire caused the Aetharian’s pointed ears to twitch with stimulation, even with the protection afforded by her sonic-nullifying ear plugs.

After assessing the area with a clinical gaze, Phaelissia turned her attention towards the lieutenant as he spoke to a sergeant. The Cipher agent listened, her masked features betraying nothing in the way of a reaction in response to the woman’s desperately-given report. Once she was dismissed, the lieutenant gave his orders to the rest of the gathered troopers, who then moved to follow them with admirable discipline.

“Lieutenant,” Phaelissia said after the lieutenant was finished. The Cipher agent had informed him of her objective during the pre-mission briefing. Although her presence was that of a wildcard due to the fact that she was outside the chain of command, the fact that their missions were similar made it an easy choice for the assassin to attach herself to the lieutenant’s squad. “What is the plan for the enemy artillery? Will it slow us down?” She asked. And just as the question left her lips, the Aetharian’s synthetic eyes widened as a blaster bolt came alight her periphery. The assassin immediately threw herself to the ground, the bolt racing overhead as she did.

However, the standard bearer was not so lucky.

“We must hurry.” Phaelissia stated after a swift dive behind cover. “If we wait too long, the command staff will have evacuated from the Citadel.” She growled.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • FAE/A-07 Energized Neck Piece
    
    • FAE/S-12 “Dream Sight” Combat Sensor System Mk. II
      
      • Updated Version
    • FAE/S-11 Universal Communication Matrix
      
      • Replacement for C-3a “Mercury” Communications Suite
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
• Freezing Fates
• Purifying Lash
• Sonic Detonator (2)

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

​

The air veritably hissed, whipping around them, as the banner destined to meet the ground, had its fate shifted by the will of another. Emerging seemingly out of nothing at all, a figure born to be witnessed by helmed heads constituted the second wave to be thrust into the meatgrinder that this battle was fast proving itself to be.

Once the rout at Dorvalla, Echnos, and Sluis Van had proven itself so utter and total, it had been he who had been tasked with chasing the Alliance forces out of the Imperial systems, only for his hope, only for his desire to plunge into the Alliance at the moment of their greatest weakness to be countermanded, as the Sith grew bored with their war, and plunged back inwards.

...He supposed that he could not much blame them for that, when he had as much played that game.

Yet, their so key enemy, which commanded the power of the most powerful military the galaxy currently bore witness to, held in check for now, however, at the moment of their weakness, was not exploited. Which continued to face battles in the galactic north, against Mori- Mandalorians and their traitorous Sith cousins alike, had prepared for the inevitable Sith advance.

And it would be the Sith that paid for allowing them the time to prepare.

The bid to encircle Eiattu 6 in the aftermath of the battles had not come to pass, and now, it would only be through iron and blood, that victory would be achieved here today.

It was why he was here, after all. The banner flapped in the wind, mud not allowed to sully its colours, as he wielded it like some staff, held behind his back, the very symbol of their Sith Empire, standing resolute in the face of unbreakable obstacle. Black and red were their tones, yet, they were their realities too, so little white and blue could survive amongst the agony of the dying, and the fire of gunnery.

Blade hissed against the sheath, as the blackened Sith Steel revealed itself, pointed forward, ever forward, as with the click of a button, the red kyber plasma extended outwards, pointing towards the point in which victory would be found, or defeat reckoned. He stood resolute, black boots leading upwards to armour of plate and mail, encrusted with rubies, and designed for war. All to crescendo upon a face hidden behind the replica mask of a once Dark Councillor, one who had defeated entire armies and driven back dozens of an Old Republic's assaults, leading his empire towards to conquests uncountable.

It was time for this Dark Councillor to make his mark.

"Proud soldiers of the Empire!" A voice boomed out from beneath the mask, a voice that for the barest moment seemed to break the tempo of battle, a voice that coincidentally appeared to shake the earth with the same tremours of artillery fired, "Those of the Guard! Marr and Old! Those of the Legions! First and Second!" Faces turned, as those very same members of the Guard, began to trickle out from nearby transport, gazing towards their Imperator in silent deference, the principles of uniformity causing a similar phenomenon amongst the rest gathered, "You will not allow this standard to fall! So follow me, and take this world!"

The barest glance fell towards those near him, Lieutenant Vax who would be crucial in this victory, and all others, and the Kainite he would rather have nothing to do with.

Alas, war made for strange bedfellows.

The cheers resounded around him, as the blade burst forth in a great blue flaming embrace, the banner held steady, flapping the red hex charm in the wind.

They were deafening, as he charged.

Reicher Vax Phaelissia Ashley Nevermore

 

[Braze]

TAGS: OPEN

Gear

Sabers:
Training lightsaber [Normal] |
Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] |
Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] |
Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] |
Sentry [Parrying Dagger] |
Requiem [Light Foil] |
Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Whirlwind [Chin Kama] |
Twilight [Polearm] |
Nightshade [Throwing Knives]
Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator [ War Maul]
Troublemaker's Trickblade [Dual Spinning Saber / Chakram]
Voice of the Wind Krysteel Sword

Crystals:
Amplification |
Serenity |
Phantom Ghostfire |
Frostheart |
Entropite |
Tiger's Fang |
Mindshatter |
Echos |
Mestare |
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Fang |
G.O.O. Gun |
Phantom |
Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle|
FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock |
FFS- I. S.P.Y. : Scope |
FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud

Thowing :
BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
E.G.G.S. x10 |
Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 |
G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 |
C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |
WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Serenity Flashbang Incense


Equipped Gear:
Neck: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Amulate |
Chest: Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask/Helm | ]
Belt: FFS- Utility Belt
Left Hand: Compass Ring | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band

Other Items:
Survival Kit |
FSP - Besh ( Advanced Force Suppression Drug )
Sil-Alert Stim
Trauma Care Package
Trauma Kit
Trauma Spray
Aspha Serum
TS-N Healing Serum (For those allergic to Bacta)
Reanimation Serum Aurek
PharmaTech BioStamp
PharmaTech DNA Identi-Kit
Bota M9-A2: Berries
FFS-RIP-Cell: Power Cell |
Vixen's Vault |
In the Zone Compact, Mister, and Lipstick|
Essence of Zeltros DUST Compact|
Lekkuphoira|
S.I.N. Devaronian Blood-Poison Nail Polish|
5 Lbs bag of Thermite |

Ships:
Ashwing - Starfighters
Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor Fitted with Werlaara Stealth Suite

Warmount:
Dragon Knight

Guardian:
AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Character Bio]

Capital Gains:

Braze slid into position on the edge of a collapsed wall, the bipod of his lightsaber rifle clicking into place against the jagged stone. The weapon hummed faintly, its emitter glowing as he adjusted the scope to scan the street below. Sith troopers moved through the rubble-strewn avenue, their shadows stretching unnaturally under the darkened sky. With practiced ease, Braze steadied his breathing, aligning the rifle's sights on a key chokepoint. He tapped his commlink to signal his squad, his voice low but firm. "Position set. Ready to engage."​

 

[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Reicher Vax
Phoenix Platoon, 3rd GADF Mechanized​

"Eyes on target. AT snipers pushing up."

The word from Womprat from their hidden position within the rubble of the city gave Ashley a moment of reprieve. They had been pushing back SO troops for just over a week now, and her men were tired. She was tired, and wondering if Aiden Rennek was available. But thoughts like that were not a solution.

<That's old Sith Empire Tech.> Goner scoffed, as he trained his rifle scope on the troopers setting up AT rifles. <Firebird, we outrange those old particle rifles. Marksmen should be able to engage from this distance without repercussion.>

"Womprat, range out for Rainmaker, then engage with priority on suppression." <Goner, Same to you. Prioritize suppression, and call fire missions for Rainmaker."

<Copy Firebird.>

<Big Dragon to Firebird, What's the word?, Over.>

Ashley looked over to Boxer, shrugging. "We need a plan. They'll get armor on the ground if we don't counterattack."

"34th is tied up elsewhere. Zofia Ustio and the 77th are on standby, but air assault is risky."

"We'll need to pin them down and let the flyboys push in." Ashley nodded. <Dragon, hold position, I want Dragon Squad setting the Tiger up. Get some additional fire support set up. Keep Goner on overwatch. Once the Tiger is ready, you and Paladin will push forward. Wizard and I will flank around>

<Copy, I'll get Giggles to prep the Tiger.>

"Greybeard, prep for flanking maneuvers. Keep low, and-"

"I know Ash. Men! Prep for flanking manuvuers!"

Ashley let out a slow sigh. Things were going smoothly so far.

"Targets ranged. Ready for fire missions." Womprat said with an eye to his scope. "Ash, call it in."

"DJ, forward missions. I want HE dropping on those sith bastards the same moment Womp and Goner open fire."

"Copy Ash." <DJ to Rainmaker, Fire Mission as follows. Full HE, Fire For Effect on coordinates->

Ashley tuned out her RTO as she looked through the holobinocs. The mortars would be falling in just over 30 seconds. She could hear Rainmaker prepping over her radio, but she shoved it into the back of her attention, eyes focusing on counting the enemy platoon. 40 men, waiting to be fired on. They still had the element of surprise.

"Five seconds." Boxer said, putting a hand on Ashley's shoulder.

<Goner, Womprat, open fire.>

"Copy."

The boom of the Spot Particle Rifle fired from their forward position, just out of range of the enemy AT rifles. Two particle bolts soared through urban hell, sailing right at the enemy troopers. Simultaneously, a 40 mm HE round thudded into the ground next to the sith troopers, exploding into a plume of shrapnel and concussive force.