Invasion Oderint Dum Metuant | The First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance held Mustafar Hex

[Jamie Pyne]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

Enemies: First Order & Allies​

Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​

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In a matter of minutes commotion would be heard throughout the castle. A quaking could be felt through the floor as the building shook, likely the result of an explosive of some kind. Though for Jamie it seemed the product of a volcanic eruption near the castle, shifting the crust of the earth beneath the structure. The library itself, save for the prints in the dust, gave little insight into the past aside from the data they had already collected. Still, it did nothing to soothe the eerie darkness that seemed to be creeping its' way about the air in an ever growing presence.

"Alisha, I think there's active volcanic activity going on beneath the surface, be careful."

No response came through the comm. "Alisha?" The blonde repeated, blue eyes looking down at the device in anticipation of the other woman's response.

When none came she shifted her call, "Onsen?" Something was wrong. They weren't out of range, at least they shouldn't have been. "Dawson? Margo?" Odd. Nobody was responding. The Jedi wondered if perhaps something happened to their transmitter at the camp which was causing the problem with communications. But even if that were true, the comms had short range transceivers built into them which should be sufficient to communicate within the castle.

"Anyone?" She asked, almost pleading into the electronic, hoping for an answer. Then she heard a faint tapping behind her, followed by a click and a brief beep. From the center of the library the girl half turned, setting her eyes on the window once more. A bright flash of light blinded her momentarily as a heavy force and a booming explosion carried through the air, blowing out a portion of the wall and sending the blonde off her feet to brace against the floor on hands and knees.

All Jamie could hear was a high pitched ringing as she turned back to look at where the window used to be. Now, a smoldering mess of soot, ash, and charring along the outer wall was all that remained of the area. Her lungs had filled with thick air, forcing her to cough several times before clearing the airway to her lungs. Heavy breaths followed while she slowly stood, looking through the fog that began to settle around the room.

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Mensix Mining Facility
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | Et al.
Target: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Gear in bio

Atmo. Fraught with debris and ash. Fire licking beneath – starting to feel real warm under the collar. Alliance soldiers in the hold, restless, nervous. Checking and double checking their gear, their guns. Someone laughed.

Landing. The soil hissed and gave under the pressure of their craft, arrayed in formation. Hot plumes of smoke wrapped around the exiting squads, whispering invitations for a quick lava bath. Aver looked… taller, somehow. The work of her trusty HDM, of course. Added about a head on her height – useful for tricking people into lethal mistakes. Wasn’t relevant yet, though, she needed to find a target first.

Her liaison had given her an identification code; authorised, Aver patched into the comm channel. Tilting her head to the side as she watched the other shuttles release their infantry payloads, the merc listened to Alliance chatter.

A breath, two, then— jackpot.

“Report of a downed FO ship,” she spoke up, beckoning one of the squads closer. “I’ll take a team, check for survivors. Ship was a cruiser. Also a swarm of landers, some tanks…” Aver frowned, eyeing their teenage pilot.

“Can you do air support in this noise?” The smoke, the heat, the lava – pretty shetty conditions. But a Rogue is a Rogue. Especially a Forcy Rogue. Better chances.

“And you—,” she pointed a gloved finger at Locke, “close-up or ranged?”

It just so happened that her fake Alliance uniform said ‘Captain’.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Allies: [member="Atheus"], [member="Keira Ticon"]

The masked foe staggered visibly away from his redirection, but Alkor wasted no time to gloat or relish in the small concession. Instead, the blade that bit at her armor and came away without the satisfaction of a scream slithered back into its hilt as it clattered to the ground. The Knight clambered for something on her person as he strode forward.

His steps were quick, purposeful, and rife with malice as he stalked his prey. Both his eyes narrowed nearly to slits as noxious plumes of gas shivered outward from her hand and the grenade it held.

Alkor was firmly planted in the darkness now. He had drawn it out and measured it evenly within himself, and as the woman plunged her weapon toward his torso, his body was as a blur.

White slammed into erratic red with an agonizing screech, willing it and her momentum past him. As he did this, Alkor punched his right fist for the jaw of his opponent, the beskar plated fist more than a match for most armors. She would certainly feel that, if it connected.

If not, then perhaps the superheated claws that extended as the strike would make contact might give her something to think about. Either way, the darkness that rippled through his form coupled with the burst of speed to press him through the particulates from her deadly device with minimal damage, though he could feel the agonizing burn as it ripped and ate at his flesh.

His hatred for this woman served to combat some of that pain by stoking his inner fire, working to burn off the poisonous compound before it could do lasting damage.

If she wanted to play dirty, he would certainly oblige.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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L O C A T I O N​

Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner​

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A L L I E S​

[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]​

[member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]​

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E N E M I E S​

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Six-O"]​

[member="Aver Brand"] & [member="Elliot Locke"], apparently​

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It was Mondel who responded to [member="Pharazon Draken"]'s message. "Affirmative, Captain. This is Lieutenant Mondel. Confirm NEBULA-01 status is black, transmitting encrypted coordinates now. NEBULA-00 --" A designation for the Grand Moff herself, as opposed to the ship, was employed here. " -- status is green. Minimal injury; medevac shuttles en route for casualties. NEBULA-00 anticipates proceeding with rendezvous very shortly. Request fire support and protective perimeter, can you assist?"

The peculiar position in which the Frontrunner had landed -- hard, on its port side -- had turned the ship into a confusing maze even for Natasi, who knew it like the back of her hand. The Grand Moff had coordinated with the Stormtrooper commander, Lieutenant Mondel, and the chief engineer to move those who could walk off the ship. Those whose injuries would likely be made worse by movement, or who couldn't move themselves, were laid out on the port bulkhead of the long, central corridor that formed the main thoroughfare of the ship, and combat medics and volunteers -- Natasi among them -- paced along them, dispensing bacta and kolto as appropriate.

Mondel came up behind Natasi and cleared his throat. "Ma'am, may I have a word?"

Natasi looked up and down the row, signaled to one of the medics that she was stepping away, and followed Mondel into a side stairwell, the stairs now forming a barrier rather than steps. "What's the status?"

"Ma'am, engineering has shut down the main reactor as we discussed, but in this environment, they are saying it is still likely to overheat and melt down. As far as a triage hospital, the Frontrunner will do for now, but in the very near term we'll want to move the injured off this ship and move away from the wreckage." Natasi nodded her head firmly. "They should be sending medical shuttles to deal with the wounded. And as much as I hate to leave them, we really need to get on with it." She coughed into her gloved hand and dismissed Mondel, then climbed down the ladder to her office once more, where she was soon joined by [member="Irajah Ven"], MD DCO -- Medical Doctor and Dame Commander of the Order of Merit, the second set of initials Natasi herself had been pleased to append to her name.

"Doctor Ven," Natasi said, not turning towards her. She was studying a map of Mustafar, tracing possible routes from the crash site to the Mensix Mining Facility. "I'm fine. We're -- well, I think we're all right. Fifteen dead so far -- mostly in engineering and the naval stewards, who didn't have armor or advance warning -- and about two dozen men on the deck are immobile or we were unsure of whether it was safe to move them. Can you help? We've got shuttles coming from orbit to get the wounded and the dead -- but we still need to get the assault moving. I wonder if you would be willing to join me in one of the command speeders? I'm sure we will need a doctor at the mining facility."

She checked her blaster and strapped it to her side before fastening her armored flak jacket around herself before finally turning her distracted gaze to [member="Irajah Ven"]. "But if you feel your skills are better used here or elsewhere -- by all means..." Her voice trailed off and she brushed blood from her brow once again, then pressed her sleeve to the gash in her forehead.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance and the nearby by [member="Liliane"]​

Enemies: First Order and the nearby [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

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Directly Engaging: [member="Connor Harrison"]​

Gear: In signature​

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"No..."

That was the only answer he received to his request that she not impede or harm the others, but she certainly wasn't going to underestimate anyone. That wasn't how she worked anyways. She always liked to analyze and study an opponent, get a feel for them and let them demonstrate what they could do before she launched an offensive. It didn't take much longer for the sound of approaching footsteps to reach her, but she wouldn't rise from her spot yet.

Purple eyes opened to reveal Connor and two females with him, one departing to face Liliane she suspected and other departing as well to go further into the castle the long way. She had to say that the new look suited him, although the mask seemed a bit much. Her eyes lingered on the lightsaber he held, something that didn't seem... personalized at all. Still grieving for the loss of the Skywalker hilt then? Or just hadn't found the time to make himself a new saber.

She felt that stomach knotting tension in him... good.

"You don’t belong here. Jedi.”

A small ironic smile graced her lips as she rose to her feet finally, the lightsaber in her lap moving to her hand but not igniting yet.

"So, I see that no matter how many times you were helped to stay in the light, you finally joined the other team," she said. An accusatory finger rose to point at him. "You're a traitor to everything and everyone you once held dear. And now... I will show you the price of your actions. Once you're dealt with, I'll be sure to evict your two girlfriends too."

Purple amethyst erupted to being, purple light mixing with the crimson.

 

[Elmont Block]

Location: Vader’s Castle
Story partner: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_lC3_S-nIw

There were certain Jedi and Sith that all Force users knew about. And Anakin Skywalker was one. Elmont had read all of the stories about Darth Vader's home on Mustafar. It was built on top of an older structure, one that he’d heavily adapted to his own purposes. The ancient structure was apparently designed partly as a dam, and drew power from the lava lake beneath it. But going even deeper, though, it was rumoured there was a cave – one steeped in the power of the dark Side.

Why would Vader live here? There was much speculation. Maybe this place had special meaning for him, and that this was apparently where he came to meditate and to heal himself.

And there was the story that the building itself was some kind of tuning fork — a twin tower that focused the dark side in terms of energy – much like the Jedha temple.

But Elmont was not here for history lessons. He was here because of the First Order.

 

[Zef Halo]

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EN ROUTE TO BARKHESH SURFACE
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] ; [member="Koshka Scalvez"]
ENEMIES: [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Laira Vereen"]
EQUIPMENT: Duraplast Armor Stormtrooper version of this basically | C-51 | Wrist Datapad | Vibroknife


The shuttle shook as the Alliance had finally woken up and responded to the Order's invasion upon its territories. Fighters were swarming the transports and their escorts in attempt to obliterate them. Apparently that was not to the liking of the hulking dread lord of the Sith that stood in the corner of the shuttle like the edgy boy in class. It definitely was not as the Force around him moved and Jude felt the Sith Lord's manipulation of minds.

Which minds ?

Falkrowe attempted to track it down and the moment he was able to pinpoint it, the ship was already accelerating downwards.

Karkin' edge lord motherkarkin-

Before he could finish his thoughts, the ship crash landed into the wilds of Barkhesh while a powerful Force shield had kept the passengers safe from damage. The agent wasn't so sure about the pilots.

Nonetheless, the soldiers within the transport were barking orders and quickly disembarking.

Jude nonchalantly followed their exit sighing at the prospect of battle again. The Alliance base wouldn't be too far from here, as far as his map told him on his datapad.

 

[Liliane]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2vlXuEmfag​

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MUSTAFAR​

Vader's Castle​

Allies: GA #HowAboutYouDon'tGetATag [ [member="Taeli Raaf"] ]​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"]​

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And there she was. Just moments after standing up and letting the Dark Side roam, the Jedi Marshal could see one brunette standing in front of her, looking right into her eyes. The two's eyes did all the talking. Liliane wasn't even surprised anymore. She was but slightly annoyed, perhaps a little bit tired. Tired of everything in general, not of this one day or this one meeting. She could only feel the desire to get over with all of this.

"It is you who has made a terrible pick," she replied to the Darksider, whatever she wanted to call herself. Probably a Disciple or a Knight or a Master of Ren or however the First Order guys liked to call themselves. She hadn't bothered to keep herself too up to date with this things for a while now.

However, it would have been foolish to say nothing could surprise the Master anymore. In no imagination would she have thought the enemy would start the fight off with a Force Choke followed up with a little bit of Telekinesis. But that turned out to be the way she wanted to start, leaving Liliane shocked.

The tight grasp around her neck hurt a lot, her throat felt as if it was suddenly too small to let any air in or out -- the oxygen stuck inside her lungs started to hurt as it tried to make a way out of her body, pressing onto the tightly locked throat from the inside. Her brain started to panic, but her common sense told her to hide it the best she could.

The next thing the girl knew was flying across the room, crushing a stone bench as she thumped right against it. The hit would have hurt a lot more were she not wearing the Jedi Silencer Armour. She could feel quite a shock and her right side aching, but that could not stop her from fighting.

"Might need to practice a little bit more," she taunted the woman with a calm relatively quiet voice while simultaneously doing her best to hide the groans and moans from the ache. As a Jedi (as much as she still was a Jedi), she could tolerate slightly more pain than a normal person. Were she a slightly better Force user, she might have turned herself even more numb to pain.

Sadly, she was not very good at utilising this mystical energy, so she had to rely on what her body could do. Rising to her feet as quickly as she could, she did not take her eyes off of the foe for a single moment, otherwise she might have missed a potential attack.

She grabbed one of her lightsabers with her right hand and ignited it, quickly taking a Jedi Ready Stance. "You might need some more discipline, some patience. Jumping into a fight with powers like this may lead to exhaustion."

Liliane looked into her eyes. Definitely not a Master just yet, she could tell.

The Jedi could feel the amulet still around her neck, giving her a slight boost at Force abilities. It had come out of hiding during the flight, but Liliane knew if she were to hide it again now, it would seem too suspicious, leaving only way to handle this -- she had to fight with the medallion completely visible to the enemy.

She didn't mind, though, because she was confident in her own fighting skills.

"Girl, try something else, would you? Show me what you can do. Let the beast out. You wouldn't want to be like the Jedi, stiff as a noodle before it's boiled."

"What the kark are you waiting for?"​

"COME AT ME!"​

 

[Hansen]

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FN-888
Rutan Surface, Iron Rancor Four "Devastator" TX-130T Fighter Tank.
Allies: First Order Forces and Registered Allies.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance Forces and Registered Allies.

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Red Officer-Pauldron)
• 1x T-7 Ion Disruptor
• 1x F-11D Blaster Rifle
• 1x SE-44C Blaster Pistol
• 1x Z6 Riot Control Baton
• 1x N-20 Baradium-core thermal detonator
• 2x M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades
• 3x M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjector

FN-888 drops down into Devastator with Sub-zero's deployment of the sensor equipment stored under the troop compartment. Its' square door dropped down at the rear of the tank while the Scout Trooper performs some reconnaissance of the surrounding area. Helden's hands manipulate a pair of computers with colour touch screens displaying mission-pertinent details for the Stormtrooper Captain's attractive blue eyes concealed beneath the helmet's intimidating visage. "Sub-Zero this is Helden, good job trooper, don't go far we'll be Oscar Mike shortly." Joan just knows Zero would have a gander at the surroundings; She had always experienced difficulty in being around the other troopers. Helden did not mind the Trooper's initiative however and finds it refreshing, that is why she'd chosen FN-4077 to infiltrate the Surveillance facility because Sub-Zero has initiative and the required ruthlessness to see the mission through. "That's odd." Helden muses to herself pausing for a moment while looking over the Sensor data for the surrounding area. "That's odd, no lifeform telemetry for that area." Helden amplifies the power input into the wired sensor equipment from the tank and yet nothing changes. A relieved albeit small smile spreads across Joan's pursed lips. "Ah, there you are......Might have deployed one of those cloaking shields, clever womp rats." Both hands press at a series of buttons on the commanders' console, sending the telemetry data collected by the Sensors to the driver. "Gat, start the motor. We're going to evaluate the nominated position for our objective." Joan's gaze peers up through the round periscope surrounded Cupola towards the sky, hands rise up clasping at its' circumference and hauls herself up to the Beam Cannon, boots find their perch on the seat her bottom had just occupied. "Sub-Zero this is Helden, return to Devastator, pack up the equipment and mount up. We're proceeding to the nominated area." Said target area was almost fifty kilometres away. Alas, this could work to their advantage; Travel across the tree covered hills following the river down in the valley until they reached their target.

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="FN-4077"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Gear: Armored coat, Mirari, Cruentis Cor
Allies in vicinity: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] (First Order)
Enemies in vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Liliane"] (Galactic Alliance)
Story partner: [member="Elmont Block"]

Kaalia stepped into the smelting yard with the other two, small pieces of rock crunching under her feet as she exited the tunnel. She took in the room in silence, but didn't get the time to really analyze it. The Dark side was all around her, and not only because of Vader's everlasting presence. Screams, blaster fire and death could be heard and felt all around the woman and for a split second her mind was back on Kaeshana. She saw the weak little girl that went by the name of Kaalia, sitting on a rooftop that was being torn down at its base while blaster fire was all around her. She felt hopeless and alone. She made a promise she couldn't keep, a young girl by the name of Lynn who she promised to protect had breathed her final breath only moments before. A man sacrificed himself by using his body as a shield against a grenade, and she watched pieces of him fly in all directions. For that split second Kaalia looked at who she used to be. Someone who was weak, misguided.

That Kaalia was dead. She wasn't afraid, not anymore. She wasn't weak, not anymore. Where on Kaeshana she fought away her tears she now stood in the darkness, a wicked grin dominating her facial features. This was the day the Jedi would come to meet the true Kaalia, and with that their end. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy.

After the split second the redhead snapped back to reality and saw a woman with black hair and ignited purple eyes rise to her feet. From the way Connor talked and acted it was obvious he had history with the stranger. She was ready to engage, her mind on the edge of calling her sabers to her hands, but Connor wanted to do this on his own. This was something personal, and she would respect it. If that led to his end, he had called that upon himself. Kaalia stared at the woman, her corrupted eyes piercing the woman's before turning away and moving to follow Ara. "Don't let your pride become your undoing." Her voice was cold as steel, revealing none of the emotions swirling inside of her. He wanted his glory? He could get it.

She followed Ara without saying a word, and the moment she felt another presence she shrunk her own down to a minimum. It was a trick that had been proven to be invaluable on many an occasion, and this was with no doubt another one of those moments. They came to an antechamber and the brunette decided to meet the enemy straight on, but the redhead would wait. She planted herself behind a wall right beside the way in, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Kaalia was confident in Ara's abilities enough to trust that she could take on the blond-haired woman on her own, but she wasn't going to leave it up to chance for no reason.

The woman peeked in to see the stranger being hurled across the room and sent into a bench which got crushed as she collided with it. A predatory grin was hidden by her respirator. It seemed the woman was a resilient one however, getting up quite quickly and even hurling taunting words at the redhead's friend. She hoped that Ara would be able to control her anger and not let her enemy get into her head, but she remained in hiding. She was tempted to reach out to her through the Force to tell her that, but decided against it. Not only would it likely make things worse due to Ara's stubborn personality it would also mean she had to expand her Force aura, revealing herself to the blonde in the antechamber. For now, Kaalia would stay put.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance
Allies At Location: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Directly: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak / Lightsaber

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Connor payed no attention to the bravado of Ara or Kaalia - this action was to spare their lives and allow them to focus on the more important goal - taking the castle from the Alliance. They would forgive him eventually for wounding their pride. Taeli spoke, and the reality of her words made him smile under his helmet. The Jedi really were blind.

Her blade came to life, that purple glow that matched her eyes. He ignored the comment about “girlfriends”. This wasn’t the time for labels.

"The truth is I had no real allies. Just those using my strength and drive for their own gain. When they no longer controlled me, they feared me.”

The synthetic voice coming from his helmet would be alien as Connor, but she would see right through the material items to the man beneath. He took slow steps towards her, his crimson blade dragging and sparking along the black floor.

"Your sister let me down. You let me down. It is time for the Raaf name to be rid from my life forever.”

Gloved fingers gripped the hilt and strong arms raised it, knowing he was no match for her right now.

"You could have changed the galaxy had you not been blinded by the Light, Lady Arcanix.”

Her true self always appealed to Connor, and one day he would have her back.

He lunged forward in the tight corridor, his movement sharp and firm and decisive. Connor’s blade went straight for her, to draw out the defence and begin a deadly, and dangerous, confined battle in the chamber with the former castle of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Six-O"]​

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Engaging: [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"]​

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

[member="Rexus Wenck"]​

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Ducking low just as a laser blast glanced off the crate in front of him, Rolf swore under his breath. They'd landed, their shuttles unloading their complements before lifting back off, peppering the upper landing pads with their blaster fire - the Major whispered his silent thanks to them as they departed. The cannon fire from the ships had made it easier to put up a fight, picking off security forces as they pushed up along the ramp but that could only last so long. They needed to move, and fast. over he saw the last wave of enemy hybrids had been subjugated, their broken bodies joining those of the First Order's FIST - but the battle had just begun. Issuing commands over the din of the blaster fire and roar of the magma below, Rolf pushed himself up - or at least he'd tried to. Just as he'd braced himself against the durasteel container he'd felt a subtle rumble, then a full on shake. Reinforced as the pads were against geological activity - in fact the whole facility - Rolf still felt the crate shift sending him almost slipping as he stood. With a feral yell he motioned with his blaster for the rest of the troops to follow. *Lead from the front.*

It was a guiding philosophy the Major lived by. If he couldn't lead his men in battle, he had no business sending them there, or at least those were his thoughts on the matter. His footsteps wavered only slightly, the mag-lock engaging on his boots as he felt yet another tremor - even reinforced the platforms didn't negate all the planet's geological rumblings. A hail of laser fire erupted along the narrow platform as his legs carried him towards the large doors at the end of the walkway. Behind him the soldiers followed, their own blasters replying, the sounds of battle barely audible over the loud groaning of the world's melting crust and flow of magma. Quickly crossing the distance, Rolf found he'd reached the doors ahead of the rest of the men though they were close behind. The enemy fire had slacked off, the landing shuttles drawing much of the fire as the defenders attempted to stem the flow of reinforcements.

Quickly siding up next to the doorway, Rolf slammed home his F-11 D into his thigh holster, freeing both his hands for the work that needed to be done. Slinging the pack from his shoulder he quickly opened it and retrieved two thorium charges, gently removing them. All around him continued the fight on the network of other landing pads, other groups of soldiers following his lead, each struggling to reach their own objectives as the enemy forces did their best to repel them. In practiced form, Rolf stood and placed the two charges on the doors, waving his soldiers back outside the blast range. Even shaped charges had a back-blast area. With the charges set and the detonator tight in hand, Rolf quickly swept up his pack and quickly sprinted to his line of soldiers as they waited for the charges to detonate.

His booted footsteps nearly faltered again as the ground shook, the magma far below hissing and welling. A determined frown crossed his features behind the impasse of his helmet. Coming to a stop just behind another durasteel crate which lined the narrow walkway from pad to facility, Rolf did a quick visual check before ducking below the edge and speaking over the comm.

:: Fire in the hole! ::​

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*Click click click* Rolf squeezed on the detonator three times in rapid succession.​

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*BOOM!*​

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He felt the explosion in his chest despite the armor he wore which did a more than adequate job of protecting him. The sound was suppressed and filtered through his helmet - had it not been, he suspected his eardrums might have ruptured. The door had been vaporized in the blast, anything in the hallway would likely have encountered its fair share of slagged metal and debris, the air pressure suddenly increasing as the explosive detonated - a concussive wave of that magnitude could be lethal. Rolf reveled in the thought. Though the mask in his helmet filtered out contaminants the smells of the battlefield were familiar to him, the sulfuric smell of detonated explosive and heated plasma wafting into the air. It made him feel alive. As soon as the charges had detonated he rose, his eyes locking onto the dark interior of the maw they'd now cracked open. Under any other circumstances the Major would have quickly flipped to thermal filtering across his visor but due to the increased heat of the planet's surface he instead kept his visor neutral, at least until they inevitably breached the facility's exterior. Reaching back and grabbing at the X-11E Sonic Blaster slung from his shoulder he quickly leveled the barrel at hip level and rose - prepared to begin the charge.

:: Let's go! ::​

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In a flurry of movement and blaster fire both sonic and laser, they surged forward, intent on assaulting the facility and seizing the key facility zones. Main reactor, Control Rooms, Security. As they surged forward, Rolf kept his eyes on the gaping maw before them, swallowing the light as they entered. As they crossed the threshold into the facility he immediately switched to thermal view - the darkness could hide from the naked eye, but the combat helmets of the FO-02 armor were designed for such deceptions of the human senses. Equipped with both a thermal mode and a lifeform sensor among other features, near nothing could escape their notice.

Spoiler

Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:

• 1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle (Thigh Holster)
• 1 x X-11E Sonic Rifle (Held, slung)
• 1 x DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine (Attached to Pack)

Grenades:

• 4 x Ion Grenades
• 3 x Cryoban Grenades
• 2 x Thermal Detonators

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Somewhere near the Alliance Base
Objective: Blow up the Alliance base and collect Jedi Skulls for the Skull Throne
Allies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"], [member="Koshka Scalvez"]
Enemies: [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Laira Vereen"]
Equipment:

• Asmenys iv tave Atma-Va
• Upraetor iv Kiztaga
• Imperator's Raiment
• Shuk'Orok
• Primordial Signet Ring

The shuttle's bay doors crumbled like paper before his power, both doors torn from their hinges and thrown deep into the brush. Soldiers and assorted Dark Siders emerged into a hail of suppressive fire that would undoubtedly descend upon the downed transport the moment it slowed to a halt. Carnifex strode among them, fearless and hungering, and broke into a charging run at the nearest Alliance soldier he could identify.

Blasterbolts and slugs did nothing to slow his advance, the armor he wore protected him from such meager attempts to dissuade him, and with a triumphant roar he took hold of the soldier's helmet with one hand and squeezed. He kicked and struggled against the Black Iron Tyrant's cold grasp, but it was futile. The helmet easily caved in as armored fingers dug deep through first metal then flesh and bone as the rest of the soldier's head collapsed in his hand. He flung the corpse away like one would discard trash and continued on, never bothering once to unsheath his lightsabers to dispatch his inferior foes. All it took was one precise blow with his fist or telekinesis to pulp flesh and splinter bone.

And when they thought numerical superiority would win the day, he channel the darkness at his core and conjured scarlet lightning from the tips of his fingers to bathe them in his power, burning flesh and calcifying bone in the process. He sensed Jedi nearby, and wondered if any of them had enough courage to stand in his path of destruction.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle
Allies: Galactic Alliance and the nearby by [member="Liliane"]
Enemies: First Order and the nearby [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear: In signature

"The only you'll be rid of us is when you die," she replied, bringing her saber up into a guard position. He was stepping closer, his blade sparking against the floor. "We're a part of you, and we always will be there... you're in our debt, Connor. And I never wanted the galaxy."

He lunged then, his saber aimed at her and she blocked it with the minimum amount of movement needed. She couldn't see his eyes behind his mask, but she knew what his expression would be. That confident and assured expression as he brought the attack at an enemy. They all had roles to play today, and today it would be two former friends, neither supposed to give any quarter... If only his allies knew why he was doing this. She wouldn't press anything, circling around instead and keeping her saber up in a guard.

"Always with the charging into a situation, I would have thought you had learned your lesson about that," she taunted. His skills with the saber remained, but he was not as powerful as she had expected from the last time she had met. Too busy canoodling instead of training hmm? She would find out before the fight was over.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Space > Mining facility
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | Et al.

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"You won't mind, if I take the next shift back home then." Locke quipped in response. In truth he doubted that his skills could match hers - there was a reason he was on the ground more often than not, instead of in the air. There are people who are born for the air and those who simply taught themselves to dance in it.

Locke was the latter. He was good, but people like Asmus and Choli and Ally simply had the edge on him in these sort of situations.

Which was fine, because he made up for it with other things. The trip there was short... and long at the same time - it was that same little paradox that he often experienced right before a battle. Little excitement that made time go fast, but also a little bit of anxiety that made it feel so... strange.

Time flashed by and suddenly Locke found himself stepping out and onto the ground.

One of the soldiers - large frame, posture that spoke of killing, lots of killing - stepped up and addressed both him and Choli.

Captain, eh? Didn't matter much to Elly, he was outside the chain of command, but this one seemed competent enough. Enough that he didn't have an issue playing along for the moment.

"Close-range more often than not, Captain." Locke retorted, while thinking about what it would mean to take on an entire cruiser, sure it had crashed. But depending on things... could still be an issue. "Got a mean shot when needed."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility, Mustafar
Objectives: Eliminate all Enemy Opposition
Allies: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | @Ultimatium | [member="Choli Vyn"] | GA
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | FO
Engaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwXqdDrmGlA​

A concussive wave when breaching a bulkhead wasn't all that unexpected. Thermal detonators didn't expel one but reacted with matter on the atomic level, thorium was a tad different. A small simple shield of energy surrounded the Mandalorian as the wave passed over him, blowing his small leather half cape with its force as it dissipated across the distance. and dark grey eyes peered through the smoke at the end of the long corridor. Just a little more energy expended as time pressed ever forward.

Sword held low, not brought up as a guard, the Mandalorian exhaled. There was no tremors this time. No deep reverberation of the earth or creaking of the facility. It was the calm before the storm that should frighten the sailor, for once the storm started all one could do was hope it did not take them. The Dragon pulled on the Force, drawing it deeply into himself like a fire draws in the air.

Darkness filled the corridor, the odd beams of dim reddish light filled into the far end of the corridor. The Mandalorian stepped forward again, his old swagger, the way he moved all those years ago returning to him after so long. Older now, not everything in him was what it used to be, but it was enough. Sensor scrambling gear kept basic helmet stuff from detecting him so easily, maybe a haze in the darkened background, maybe a shadow of an imprint as he took his first steps forward.

The bolter barked in his arm, spewing out a controlled burst of three large explosive rounds at the doorway as the First Order troopers charged into darkness, each one more akin to a microgrenade than a shell. The slow and methodical advance of the Dragon continued, one step with each slow steady beat of his heart, the quiet reverberations in his chest still calm and patient. The warrior gathered his defenses about him for the inevitable storm of return fire that would fill the corridor once the First Order realized they were not so alone. The dragon's scales tightened around his muscles, his eyes narrowed at the white armored enemies as they came, and his fire built in his belly, bubbling pain and suffering buried deep for years yearning to be unleashed at long last.

Inhale.

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

Location: Barkesh North
Objective: Track down the FO forces, link up with friendly forces
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: FO, @Brath Achlys, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Gear: Corek Custom Vibro-Blade No.1
Forces: 12 GA Troopers, 1 Jedi Knight

"Alliance units, we've spotted hostile forces inbound. Landing North of home base." one of the troopers said into his comm unit as the team jogged in the direction that they had seen the drop shuttles fly in. Tsuki had broken into a light sweat, the kilometers wearing away too slowly for her taste. The Knight beside her seemed to navigate the terrain effortlessly. Unlike herself, the man didn't even seem to have noticed the physical exertion. The young girl looked to the Alliance troops staggered around her and felt bad for them. She only had to carry with her her lightsaber and some food capsules. The men on the other hand? They were laden with full armor and weapons, all of which must've weighed eight or nine kilograms. But the looks of determination on their faces, it didn't bother them in the least. "Requesting forces to co-ordinates as follows..." the trooper said, reading off the co-ordinates as they saw the dropships begin to lower themselves to the surface in the distance. The battle was just beginning.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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Like a monstrous, shapeless abomination from another dimension, the orange cloud continued to linger, obviously in no apparent hurry to disperse. Visibility became a foreign concept as the thick mist of amber refused to let bare sight penetrate its veil. Unaffected by her weapon, as her armour possessed everything it needed to combat the threat that would have been exceptionally lethal otherwise, Zmej counted down each second, as even just a few seconds of exposure would be more than enough to force the first symptoms upon the man. Convulsions, severe nausea – nothing came. Then again, the weapon’s been developed to combat ordinary beings, not trained and hardened Force sensitives, and so she had to account for that. The longer he stayed in the cloud, the higher the chance of falling victim to the nerve gas’ scythe. Of course survival was possible – provided the affected received emergency medical treatment immediately. It ultimately did not matter to Zmej.

In fact, she hoped he’d be forced to disengage and seek medical help, as that would take care of his ally as well. As much as she wanted him to suffer and die an agonizing death, the knight remained pragmatic enough to see the positives in other means of victory.

His shape moved with the swiftness of shadows, forcing the knight of Ren to drop the grenade and let it spit out the last drop of its poison under their feet. Even with the dark side coursing through her veins and providing energy and greater reaction time alike, the young knight still found deflecting his attacks most challenging, borderline impossible. As the Force screamed in warning and his beskar-covered hand moved to meet her face, trying to move back promised the best result. Lacking in speed though, there was little avoiding the inevitable. The fist struck like a hammer, producing a very audible clank as it connected with the armoured woman’s helmet. Hundreds of bells started to ring inside her head and she barely even noticed falling down, a product of his strength and her attempted dodge. On the bright side, she must have narrowly avoided the new blades seeking to rip into her face, as the phrik-made mask continued to hold in one piece.

Something wet cascaded down her cheek. Whether sweat or blood, she did not know, albeit her head was pounding like crazy after the hit. The helmet obviously did its job.

Fury mixed with pain, distilling one of the deadliest weapons a trained dark side practitioner could ever possess. Raising both hands, one still holding the ignited lightsaber, she called upon the Force and commanded its destructive energies to strike like before – desperately rushing to find his heart and bathe it in oppressive darkness. Albeit not the greatest application of telekinetic pressure in history, it still posed enough danger to not be taken lightly. Victory was at hand – it had to be. Be it the toxin or her own attack, he had to die. The Supreme Leader demanded it!

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: Barkesh North
Objective: Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins
Allies:[member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] (last tag)
Enemies: FO, directly engaging [member="Asharad Graush"]
Keeping NPCs as background noise

They were one member shorter with Kaida on her own. The Mirialan made sure to keep her comms open in case the space elf needed some help. But her main attention was on the dark presence in front of their little party that just landed.

Bleck, flying.

Soft-booted feet took her away from Trex and through the tall, sunburnt grasses that came up past her waist. The water parched stalks swirled around the healer as if they could sense she tended to give life rather than take it. The shadow of a temple building a few yards away caused a stark change in the temperature of the air swirling over her green skin. She shivered.

There it was. The beacon of the dark. She was no mentalist but still, her mind reached forward cautiously to the Sith Lord. Perhaps it was too late for this but she had to try. Myrtle ellipses squinted, as if she could make eye contact at this distance.

'You're trespassing here. What would it take to persuade you to leave now before these grasses soak up the blood of the living?'

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

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Objective: Land at and secure Mensix Mining Facility
Allies: First Order & Friends
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]

ENGAGING: [member="Draco Vereen"]

The Atmospheric Assault Lander that Skaara was in set down amidst the battle taking place around the landing pads of the Mensix facility. The boarding ramp lowered quickly with a hydraulic hiss as several First Order Stormtroopers rushed down it, raising their F-11D towards the Alliance soldiers that were guarding the massive facility. The Disciple quickly followed them, unsure of how to proceed; he had never been in a real battle before, especially one with a dangerous environment like Mustafar. The squad of stormtroopers had entered the facility with Skaara trailing behind them, they were apparently in the middle of a firefight that the Ren was about to join until a blaster bolt impacted on the blast door controls, closing it in front of the zabrak.

The corridor was dimly lit, and Skaara's ability to sense beings in the Force wasn't as strong as others would believe it to be; therefore he was surprised when a gruff voice yelled "FREEZE!" from behind him, halfway down the corridor. He could hear the movement, there were quite a few enemy soldiers most definitely with their blasters pointed right at the man. Skaara turned, ignoring the orders for him not to move coming from the same gruff voice, and brandished the hilt of his lightsaber which went unnoticed by his 'captors'. His thumb found the activator switch on the lightsaber and the man took a deep breath before he applied pressure to it.

A bright, crimson blade sprouted out, lighting up Skaara and the corridor around him. His senses gave up on him just as he heard "OPEN FIRE!", he could only see red now and hear nothing but his breathing and the deep humming of his lightsaber. He felt his arms lift, as if guided by the Force itself, angling the blade of his saber until it met with the blaster bolt that was aimed at his torso, sending the compressed energy into the wall with a scorching sizzle. Skaara stepped forward progressively, either deflecting the blaster bolts into the wall or dodging them entirely. His skills were unhoned, but his concentration was the strongest thing about him; Instinctively making a slash to the left, hearing a blaster followed by a body hit the floor.

He brought his saber up and to the right, relieving a soldier of their head and life. Next he caught a blaster bolt with his saber and angled it until it returned to its owner and hit him in the stomach, causing him to fall over but not kill him until the Ren slashed the floor which he lay upon. There we two left, he drove his saber forward and impaled a soldier on the blade; using his knee to push the body off of it. The male with the gruff voice was the only one left, he was rapidly firing at or around the Ren, fear overtaking the man. Skaara reached out in an attempt to choke the man with the Force but he was not strong enough, but it caused a momentary lapse enough for him to slash him across the chest.

The Disciple's regular senses returned, he did not dare look back upon the damage he caused while he walked down the length of the corridor. Coming up to another blast door, he pressed the switch and it lifted, his helmet's night vision kicked on and he saw a dark-haired man as well as someone his helmet recognized as an Army Major of the Stormtrooper Corps. Skaara was tired from the fight, but he raised his lightsaber once again, anger visible even though his face was covered. This was his chance to kill what he thought to be a Jedi.