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

[Darth Ophidia]

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Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, landing on Rutan.

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Carach"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA)
Gear: 2x curved-hilt lightsabres, Nagajj, Tsaisibola[/SIZE], [SIZE=10.5pt]Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt], 2x Vibrodagger

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The answer would have brought a smile to her lips were they not bound in a mine of serious determination. There were few she trusted in this galaxy, if any. However, in his word there was a promise that she found to reverberate in the Force. She could trust in him to fulfil his role. She felt no ned to reply with any more than an audible huff of air.

She stepped out just behind him and the door shut behind her again. If they turned to look, they would see nothing but the grass, dirt and wind. Ophidia’s presence in the Force shrunk, as if she was walked far into the distance and past the horizon.

Yet, Ophidia was right there, clad in metal, leather and fabric.

She took from her belt, a small circular device. Calmly she turned the device between her fingers and clicked a button on its side. An image popped up in front of her, detailing the quickest route to their destination as well as a compass. She gestured with her head and pointed up one of the hills, where the thin line of a path was barely visible. With another click and a swift movement of her hand, the device vanished into her palm.

Even with her diminished presence, she could feel how the Force stirred on Rutan. It was expecting great things - terrible things. The Ren was there to force their dominion onto the land, but the Sith had come for something more. That was the difference between them. For now, they were unified in their animosity against a common enemy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]She could smell that enemy in the air.

On swift feet Ophidia headed for the path in a quick jog. Even at this speed, she made oddly little sound. The segments of her armour were padded to keep from clanging; her boots were soft and her movements practiced. A speeder would have been quicker, but far louder than going on foot. And by crossing the hill, they would be able to move down along the ridge of the hill and into the city.[/SIZE]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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Engaging: [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]​

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Abraxas"]​

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

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Vaporized stone and glass had exploded into the air as the detonator had activated. Smoke and dust lingered as the ringing in the air came to a crescendo and from the now gaping hole where the window had been, a lone figure briefly filling it before the shroud of debris began to settle. Now inside, Castor's mask promptly found its way back into the pack he carried upon his shoulder. Breathing in slowly he could taste the chalky black stone of Mustafar, the lingering smell of sulfur in the air. He knew she was here, there was no mistaking it now - the barrier of hardened stone and glass shattered - the Jedi. Slowly his footsteps traced inside, an amused smirk on the Knight's face as he watched the girl struggle at first to catch her breath. No doubt she was aware of his presence and so dropped his charade, his voice filling the quickly clearing air. *A library... intriguing.* thought Castor as he began to speak. It hadn't been his intention to end up so close to something of such worth and yet... here he was.

"My my..." An amused laugh. "What coincidence that the girl from Lothal finds herself here - the place Jedi go to die..."​

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As the Ren took slow steps towards the girl, he stopped several meters away, laying down his pack next to one of the more vacant shelves, an almost relaxed demeanor about him. Nonchalant. Given the situation, such could be somewhat unnerving. Outside the castle the subtle rumble of the magma flows and sharp cracks as chunks of formerly molten lava broke off and were dissolved into the quickly moving flows. Even here, heat was not distant, the newly formed hole in the wall allowing some of the natural cooling of the structure to escape. Gently leaning over as he kept a wary eye on the girl, he rested the EE-3 carbine against his pack. Practical as it may have been to simply shoot the girl and be done with it, he preferred to do things the old fashioned way. Rising again to his full height, he spread his hands and quirked an eyebrow at the girl. Unlike some of the others, Castor had foregone the robes of his compatriots, instead clad in a dark tunic covered only in the lightweight armor he'd borrowed from the Bastion of Ren. It offered protection at very little cost of mobility.

"Do tell - What brings a Jedi to Mustafar, and this... ?"​

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Completing his gesture as he cast his eyes across the room, his hands fell to his waist, a gloved fist grasping at the hilt of his sword. With one swift motion the blade slid free of its sheath - Krigsgaldr it had been named, and it yet thirsted for first blood. Tapping the tip of the alchemized blade upon the ground, Castor grinned, an ember beginning to fill his eyes till they turned the same color of the lava - two coals gently burning as his gaze bored into the girl. He held the blade in his right hand, point angled away from his body in an open stance, questioning almost. Anyone who didn't know the Ren might think he was opening himself up for an attack - the subtle twinkle in his eyes dared them to try.

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Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

• Krigsgaldr - The Ashen Blade (Drawn)
• C-51 Charric Pistol (Holster, small of back)
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle (Modern Components, Slung)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

• Flex-5 Detonite Tape (2 Rolls)
• 2 x Glop Grenades
• 1 x Cryoban Grenade

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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

Her body hastened to respond to his enhanced movements, and succeeded in narrowly avoiding the damning impact of his hot blades. They burned low within the fetid mist, still a thick mire that polluted the world around them.

Alkor was a madman to fight within that scope, even with the aid of the Force to stave off its effects. The Vee Ex would inevitably break down his finite immunity, and his survival instincts screamed at him to be conscious of it.

The darkness, however, had hold. Bogan was a cruel bastard, and he whispered to both of these bloodied combatants. Alkor tasted her rage in tandem with his own and as blood blossomed in his mouth once more and poured out more readily, it was stained black and boiling.

Like a beast, he snarled. His fist rose and fell at that immense speed, slamming toward her face with both horrific accuracy and inhuman power. Their lightsabers clashed just above her prone form, and her outstretched hand bid an unseen force to clench his chest.

The power that rode him now- or was he in control? With such powers, the line oft grew blurred- afforded him defences against her attack, but that would quickly fade as the neurotoxin began to shut down his responsiveness.

The best he could hope for was smashing her face in, or at least, forcing her to taste her own chemical.

It would be prudent for one of his allies to intervene, because Alkor's limiters had been cast off.

 

[Cortana Jade]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]| [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]| [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

He sat back with his hands posted behind his hand, and his arms bent at the elbow; this was his usual position, where he was always most comfortable. Seems like he was finding some sort of purpose huh? Well...he had to eventually come to stand for something right? He lacked any real role models until he came to the Alliance and then met Jed, that old guy...he's such a grump, but he did well in molding a lost kid with potential.

Yeah whatever...

He turned his head as he looked off to the side to escape his thoughts, they plagued him all too often. All he knew, was that he was becoming a person he didn't think he'd become and while he was still adjusting he had people like Trex and Jed to always keep him on his toes because Force knows he'd be doing nothing if he had the choice.

Alright alright already with the thoughts...

A smirk, and light chuckled followed Trextans words to the group. Though just as they shared a moment, Rebel' eyebrow shot up. It was a twisted feeling in his stomach and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. One thing he learned through his training was to trust those feelings...last time he didn't well...he ended up on a ship trapped with [member="Kaili Talith"] and [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

He looked over to Trextan who evidently felt the shudder just as he did, courtesy of his frown.

"Bet you it's the darkside..." he said with a straight face...

When they landed, he stepped out of the ship and immediately began to take in the surroundings...he was adjusting his senses. He'd been learning to amplify them beyond their already high level. A few steps forward, he crouched down and then looked up. Squinting, his head jolted to his right as he heard them speak of a Dark Jedi being present.

Hmmph.

He began to pace around to pick up a scent...

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition

• [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
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  ENEMIES:
• Engaging - [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Nearby: [member="Koshka Scalvez"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

NPC Forces:
Nature Lovers

Rockets made contact with the enemy. Shuttles started to explode in the air, or spiral toward the ground. Grozkalla, peering through the macro binoculars, nodded with satisfaction.

<This is how we bring the war to the enemy, gentle beings.>

His gaze settled on a rising plume of smoke from one of the downed vessels, uncomfortably close to the Alliance trench line. A platoon of wilderness fighters moved up from the trenches to eliminate any survivors.

Suddenly, the shuttle's bay doors exploded outward and a tall figure in spiked armor emerged. A hail of blaster fire met him, but he seemed impervious. Grozkalla watched with growing dread as the figure activated a red lightsaber and began to carve through his soldiers with ease. Threads of lightning leapt from his fingertips and sent a half-dozen fighters flying. Smoke roiled from their bodies.

Grozkalla reached back and unslung his disruptor carbine, then moved away from the observation point.

<General, where are you going?> asked his fellow wookiee and aide-de-camp, Ayyylmao.

<To kill that man. Follow me.>

The two wookiees made their way from the trench lines toward the skirmish. Grozkalla halted when he drew within weapons range. He could hear the hum of the lightsaber and the screaming of his dying soldiers.

Growling, Grozkalla leveled his disruptor carbine at the Sith and squeezed the trigger. A disruptor bolt capable of tearing a thumb-sized hole through beskar armor shot out, straight for Carnifex's torso.

 

[Velon Ielor]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle, Mustafar.
Post: 1
Equipment: Armor of Ren(loaned),Two Lightsabers(max length(2.5 m, dp function, phrik), GS-3 Pistol.
Objective: Help FO capture Darth Vader's Castle
Secondary Objective: Get artifacts for Velon.
Allies:FO
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] /GA

When slugs had been fired by hostile forces against the Knights of Ren, the Anzati was fortunate enough that since he was in the deeper part of the FO forces, it had been able to protect him against the Knights of Ren. The Knights of Ren soon broke through the battle lines, but it was during this time that Velon sensed a powerful dark presence emerge near Darth Vader's Castle. Not knowing if it was an ally, or an enemy, Velon decided to seek it out, a part of him hoping it was an enemy that he could test his skill against.

Velon left the Castle, making sure to move in a stealthy manner to avoid some of the Galactic Alliances' forces. The ones that had noticed him, he quickly cut them down, as he left the area surrounding Vader's Castle to approach the presence earlier. As each moment passed, the Dark Jedi Master quickly got closer to the presence that he had felt. Velon however remained vigilant, not wanting to be attacked from behind.

Soon, Velon would find an individual he had never met before. He only had one thing to do.

"Are you allied with the Galactic Alliance?" he asked, his lightsaber(in his right hand) activated, and his left hand ready to grab his GS-3 Pistol. The Anzat didn't know who she was allied with, only knowing that her force signature was a dark-side presence.

If she answered know, the Anzat would be ready to strike, and defend himself if need be.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Barkhesh North Engagement
Objective: Hold the lines
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Rebel Sunka"]
Enemies:
Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey, and her red feather outfit

She wasn't force sensitive but she wasn't a box of rocks either. Something inside her was starting to crawl around telling her something was not right. As she stepped off the ship adjusting her gear green eyes scanning all around she was waiting for it to jump out at her announce itself so that they would all know it was here.

She moved instinctively to her left away from the group. If they were all bunched up they were easier to shoot at like fish in a barrel. She wasn't of the mind to be someone's fish today.

There were troops moving their way if she understood everything correctly and she had to know that there were Sith and Dark Jedi about who aimed to misbehave. But so did she.

Darkside? Oh nice they would come in on the coat tails of the troops.

Best to get herself ready, prepare to take out some troops narrow the field so that the forcies are more visible.

"come out come out where ever you are, cupcake." She wasn't one for patience.

 

[Ultimatum]

Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Tarion Daemora"], [member="Celestia Tremaine"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Commander Lusk"], @Rolf Amsel, [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Arthan Corvax"], [member="AR-3752"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], @Rexus Wenck, [member="Preliat Mantis"]

The warzone was quickly becoming chaotic, as was to be expected. Nonetheless, Ultimatum did not like it. It was an ironic moment, the droid designed for war was completely uncomfortable with it. It was not lost on the droid, but more importantly Ultimatum understood his discomfort and continued anyways. He was witness to all the deaths by and of his soldiers, being all interconnected by his own programs. It was a pain to behold such sacrifice, yet he still stood there.

Several of the attackers had managed, above all odds, to gain access to the facility. What they would find within was a military nightmare. With the belief that the facility was expendable, there was less concern with keeping the integrity of the station. Mines, Gas bombs, incendiary traps, and more beside had all been set in order to make an unknown traversal all the more painful. Further in Ultimatum had implemented less direct traps: rooms and hallways that had been walled off, leading to a dead end unless blasted through. Other rooms had their atmosphere removed, creating pockets of vacuum that would suck air from other areas when opened. Still other rooms had their thermal shields lowered, turning those rooms into heated death traps to anyone who walked in or near it. Then there were the more standard defenders, V-1s, Hybrids, and Overseers laden with grenades.

The droid commander watched as the Iron Knight brought his forces together and began to advance, Ultimatum wanted to help with all his might. But a cautious mind was at work and the droid did not want to leave the proverbial fort undefended. To that end the Lord of Mustafar commanded a portion of his forces to take commands from HK and replied to him, "Some of my forces shall follow you, but there are intruders in the base that I deal with." He then ordered the remainder of his forces to dig in and lock down all entrances to the facilities. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he would need to join the fray, so he hefted his experimental Disrupter and made certain that its core was still functional. It was a most infernal weapon, the ability to deconstruct most any material or person at its basest part. The artificial did not appreciate having to use such a weapon, but it was the most effective in this time of war.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Yellow Flicker Beat

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Location: Approaching Barkhesh
Objective: Secure Northern Plains
Allies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"]. [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Engaging: Kaida Taldir
Equipment: Braith's Saberstaff, Braith's Spear, Plates of Eternity

Crouching low to the grass, the ship which brought her long gone by the time she had made her landing, Braith listened to the ambient noise filtering through the trees that surrounded the clearing. The birds that lifted up from the branches, feathers rustling the leaves, and the scurrying of small creatures on the forest floor. She had lived in the wilds for her entire life - she'd only known modern civilization in the last ten years. From a child she had been taught, trained, to know the signs of an approaching foe - to know when enemy soldiers, to know how to see with her ears and never to rely solely on the abilities which she had retained that her teachers had not. Modern soldiers, people so detached from nature that they never could quite tell when the birds were afraid until they were already fleeing, couldn't understand the signs that animals made for the rest of their kind to let them know of the approaching destroyers. Vehicles of steel, contraptions fueled by radiation and ionized plasma, and weapons that caused the air to reek of ozone all alerted nature to its presence - and, by consequence, told any who knew how to listen what was coming and when.

Her hearing, of course, was amplified by the force - a basic skill that so many force users were taught. It wasn't quite the sound of animals moving which alerted her, movement which was only normal in the wild, but rather the sound of panic and then relative quiet. The lack of stirring, the silent panic, either the animals were dead or they were afraid and knew when to hide - or they had already abandoned their homes. In times of war, especially war fought in such wilderness, it was not uncommon for the beasts of nature to migrate away from the conflict, but usually only just after it had already begun. [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s arrival was marked by these telltale signs, Braith only hoped that the arriving foe was aware of just what she was wandering into.

There wouldn't be a drip of mercy from her, however - she wasn't going to allow a battle to be fought on the terms of her adversary, and nor was she going to let them dictate the efficiency of her tactic as a target. Hands, which had previously been touched to the ground at the moment of her crouch, turned palm-up, moisture pulling down through the roots of the plants and the grass that dotted the landscape. Like the peak of the driest drought, the water drawn from the green leaves and bodies of the fauna turned them brown and grey as they died. But to drain them of their moisture was only to increase the effectiveness of the next step - to light the field ablaze. It didn't take much, to raise the temperature of the surrounding air and flood it with oxygen - to combust one single dry section of brush before the line of trees, and then the clearing, quickly caught flame. Flames which danced around the witch like a lake of fire, one which she stood in with great anticipation of her enemy's arrival.

Today she would demonstrate to the modern era what it was like to witness a duel between the titans of old, assuming her foe wouldn't succumb to the pressure.

 

[Allyson Locke]

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No.​

“That’s it?” Allyson looked at her comm and sighed, this wasn’t going to end well and she might have already screwed up her first assignment. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself down, sirens were blaring and things were about to get real. Kaili was close and Allyson wondered if she was going to see tomorrow. Looking down at her outfit, she sighed. “Well at least I’ll look good before dying.” Too stuck in her head she half didn’t hear Micah and did her best to ignore his comments about her chest. Her right eyebrow of course twitched showing her frustrations with the boy. “My shirt is secure, soooo stop worrying about it! We have other important things.”

Vexen relayed the message answering Micah’s question before she could. “Vexen is right, something bad is happening at the nearby base - we gotta get there and help out. Speeders there has to be speeders somewhere…” She started to walk off as the crowd shuffled to get out of dodge. Allyson’s comm lit up showing a small map of the area, a beeping echoed quietly as acting as a homing beacon to what she was looking for. Stopping she looked back at Vexen and Micah, “Come on, unless you’re scared.” She shrugged and gave a mocking pout. It didn’t take her long to find the speeders, conveniently there was a sidecar for Vexen if she needed it, Allyson wasn’t completely aware of the Defel’s capabilities, for all she knew Vexen was a former Pod Race Champ.

Swinging her leg over one of the speeder bikes she sent a message to [member="Maria Natalja"] - “Locke reporting, on my way with two others. Over.” After the message, Allyson quickly sent Kaili the coordinates of the Base. There was a small message telling her the possible dangers and that she should do her best to be careful. Sighing softly, Allyson adjusted herself and her clothing for some comfort. Speeder coming to life she waited a few moments and headed towards the direction of the Base. They needed to get into contact with the SIS leader, mostly so she can give any information - which probably wasn’t much since she got distracted with dealing with Micah and the meat, but either way she brought help.

It wouldn’t take them long to get to the base and once they arrived - Allyson would eventually get inside and make contact with the SIS Leader.

Though for now, she rode the speeder dipping and diving through the scenery. Hopefully Micah could keep up. Every so often as the speeder moved, Allyson would reach back and pull down the skirt. She felt the breeze of the wind blowing up the back end of the skirt showing off the black pair of lacey panties she had decided to wear that day. Today was a good day to NOT be commando.

TLDR; Allyson, Micah, Vexen are en route towards the SIS Base. If I forgot anyone IM SORRY ;_;

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

“Sure. Sorry.” Kaili gave her most apologetic stare to her side at Asmus’ command. “It’s instinct, it won’t happen again.”

If anything because it was met with an offer of getting to Rutan faster if she complied. Kaili knew when to snoop and when to take a deal, and this was certainly the time to take the deal. It would require some effort on her behalf to not read the man’s datapad again but she’d just have to manage. That was of course beside the fact that she was threatened with criminal charges. Now that was the real deal maker.

“I have some equipment I need to pick up first though.” Such as her weapons and armor. If Allyson was worried about her going there then either it was actually dangerous to go to Rutan, or Allyson was quite simply being overprotective of Kaili again. Not that either case really mattered, it was better to be safe than sorry.

“I can have my people deliver my ship to the nearest port, it’s got a good drive. We could be out of here within thirty minutes.”

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar, Deployment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: Eventually Mensix Mining Facility; However, Currently Ways Out at Natasi Crash Site[/SIZE]
Objective: Secure and Defend Natasi Crash Site
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"][/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]In Vicinity: [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Aver Brand"] (Very Likely Soon to Be)[/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]In Vicinity: | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Six-O"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, [/SIZE]SE-44C Blaster Pistol[SIZE=11pt], x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 3.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon breathed a sigh of relief when he received this Lieutenant Mondel’s response. Of course being stranded on a hostile world in both the political and geographic sense, Pharazon could only contemplate the consequences for the First Order should the Grand Moff have been killed in the crash. Receiving the encrypted set of coordinates and running them through his helmet systems to decode them, Pharazon nodded silently as force of habit within his helmet as he reviewed his tactical map and memorised the shuttle’s crash site. It was close enough to where he had thought it had gone down based on the distress signal, but he did order a few minor bearing changes before leading his ash covered company swiftly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]onward[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] toward the crash site. They increased pace but remembered to stay vigilant in formation, now more so than before they had an additional need to reach the crash site and provide security and assistance to the Moff and her support personnel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Solid copy on NEBULA-00 and NEBULA-01 status Lieutenant Mondel, Grenadier Actual is en route, a full perimeter will be established immediately upon our arrival. I will make contact again as we reach your coordinates and deploy the perimeter” Pharazon replied crisply, a hint of relief evident in his voice however. He also [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]switched[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] over to his unit’s communication code for the sake of efficiency. Relaying the new coordinates to his platoon and squad leaders, Pharazon led the company toward the crash site.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Their ash covered armour glowed red with the glow of the near by lava flow as they traversed the rough terrain of the volcanic world. Most of the Stormtroopers in the company could only thank their helmet air filters for preserving them against the oppressive and ever present scent of sulphur and molten rock that pervaded, close to as many suspected, entire planet. Despite the difficult terrain and treacherous ash, in particular the near scree like slopes of the lava rivers, the determined Stormtroopers of the 189th made their ever onward, determination in every movement even as confusion or concern covered most faces as a result of their abrupt change of orders. Anti-aircraft fire streaked across the sky, shuttles burst in great bursts of fire, gas, and debris, the lives inside snuffed out in a moment. Unable to spare any thought for any shuttle other than their target, the Stormtroopers continued to trudge through the ash, quickly approaching the crash site.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Coming into visual contact with the ruined shuttle, smoke still pluming from its engines, Pharazon quickly dispatched his lieutenants and their platoons to form a perimeter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Cain, you and first squad from 4th platoon will directly accompany me directly to the shuttle, organise the rest of your platoon and coordinate a full perimeter around the shuttle, fortify as best you can and ensure coordinated fire zones” Pharazon began, surveying the crash site and the surrounding area with his helmet’s inbuilt binoculars from a crouch.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I want reports and subsequent confirmation of everything, hostile, friendly, or humanitarian that comes our way. Solarus, Tauron, Lacroix, ensure your troops are evenly distributed across the entire perimeter, we are deep in hostile territory and a response could come from any direction, fire upon anything that is armed or that approaches without sending a message, I will not be made a fool by being attacked by GA troops disguised or masquerading as medical personnel, no one gets close to that shuttle without us allowing them, I trust I am I understood” Pharazon said aggressively, efficiently ordering his troops into a full circle perimeter around the crash site and to fortify themselves as best as possible, in these circumstances limited dug in firing positions with each platoon and squad covering a section of the perimeter and each other, with coordinated and overlapping zones of fire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Our current priority and thus your orders are VIP and location protection,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the identity of the VIP is classified until such a time as I deem it necessary to reveal it to you, these orders take precedent over all other orders, again until I deem it necessary to order otherwise, you have your orders... dismissed” Pharazon said over his company's encrypted comm channel, tone lowering to become dark rather than angry, the surrounding officers and NCO’s knew Pharazon was concerned and thus decided to accept his judgement rather than press for more information. It would not change their orders anyway, they knew they had to protect a VIP within the shuttle and how that was, at least for the time being and initial deployment and fortification, was irrelevant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Nodding respectfully and without a word, the other three of his lieutenants, his NCOs and the other one hundred and seventy troopers swiftly dispersed around the shuttle and began to dig defensive fighting emplacements with their handheld entrenchment tools. Walking directly down to the shuttle, Cain came up to Pharazon’s side, and again opened a private com channel to his commander.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir… I do need to know what is going on now, VIP protection on a crashed shuttle? Who is in there? We cannot stay here long or the Alliance will certainly find us and deploy troops or destroy us from the air” Cain asked, more concerned and serious this time.[/SIZE]

“You will know when I allow you to know!... The situation is more serious than you can realise my friend, if we are cleared to enter the shuttle and directly I assure you, you will be informed, on my honour”[SIZE=11pt] Pharazon said, decidedly harsh and serpentine, before calming down, still unwilling to tell Cain everything until he himself had been cleared to either see or speak to the Grand Moff, or at least Mondel in person, as he again opened an encrypted channel to NEBULA and Lieutenant Mondel. Cain merely stared blankly at Pharazon for a moment behind his [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]implacable[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] skull like helmet and fell silent. [/SIZE]He is too inquisitive for his own good, were he not such a capable officer...

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Grenadier actual, Captain Draken, we have arrived at the crash site, my troops are deploying and entrenching in a full perimeter as we speak, I request permission to enter the shuttle to confer and discuss your next move as well as offer any assistance you might need inside” Pharazon said crisply as he, Cain, and there ten Stormtrooper strong honour guard approached the shuttle.[/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Destination: Mustafar, swinging close enough to Rutan to drop off Kaili

"Keep her nice and steady," Asmus said. The Subversion was already burning hard for the edge of the system, but as they approached the engine flares winked out to enable the shuttle to match velocity. The hangar deck had doors to the front and rear of the vessel which could open up. The rear bay doors opened up to swallow them. "Follow the green lights."

On the bay floor green arrows appeared, directing them to a green square. As soon as they touched down the lift they were on slowly descended into the maintenance bay below. The doors above them sealed shut to plunge them into darkness before the bay lights flickered on. A pair of engineers in blue uniforms appeared to start refuelling the shuttle.

“I’m afraid the same goes here,” Asmus said. “No reaching out to any tech, no talking to any of the staff unless they come to talk to you and I’m afraid you’re confined to the bay until we drop you near Rutan.” He smiled, but he knew that he was about to get dressed down by the captain for bringing a civilian aboard. His stomach did a little flip as the ship made the jump to lightspeed. They would make the journey in a very short amount of time.

Taking his hands off the console he turned to face Kaili. From the gear she’d gone to pick up she was ready for a fight. Hopefully with the First Order and not her bother. “Be honest with Allyson and open. She’s likely to reciprocate.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Enroute to Mustafar Surface
ALLIES:[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"]

It was a rough and tumble flight. The only thing in Choli’s favor was that the Rogue had plenty of training exercises upon the volcanic world of Sullust to give her the edge on how to appropriately fly in the atmosphere of a volcanic world. It just sucked massive Bantha balls.
You had the heat to consider, the sulfuric billows of smoke and gas, not to mention, instruments that weren’t too keen on temperature change. Leave it to the Galactic Alliance to utilize their training on Sullust to help them maneuver the treacherous airscape and landscape.

“You can take any shift back home if you like.” actually, had he even told her his name? Choli couldn’t quite remember, briefly flashing a glance over at the man.

“What am I supposed to call you?” she inquired, the woman guiding the first set of troops a small distance away from [member="Pharazon Draken"].

“Actually, nevermind -- we got contact.” Choli uttered, switching to provide that landing zone that [member="Aver Brand"] already used to slid the door open and go off. As the girl didn’t realize that it wasn’t quite an Alliance Captain, Choli could only raise her brows and go -- “I swear some of these guys are nuts.”

Several dozen shuttles also followed Choli, each filled to the brim with Alliance and Omega Pyre soliders. They wore standard equipment suitable for the volcanic environment, with standard weapons and no frills ordnance. This wasn’t for anyone to get anything fancy. Choli, on the other hand, had only her QQ-15l-3 Exconsuit, QQ-83N Sidearm, BodoBaas gunbelt, Hypoinjector wristband, a Browncoat light gun, and whatever small bits of typical grenades and weaponry was in store within the shuttle itself.

Not that Choli had any desire to depart from the shuttle itself.

“Think we can blend in?” she said in a wisecrack, moving to provide cover for the ground forces against Pharazon’s ground troops if necessary. Overhead, the First Order troops under Pharazon’s command would be able to hear the roar of the U-Wings as they neared their position.

 

[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

--

Taeli deflected his blade and moved around, guard up, and did what she did best. Put him down.

"On the contrary. There is no need to rush.”

Glaring at her behind his mask, part of him knew she was expecting him to simply play along. But part of him also knew his life was at risk, and he had a job to do. The First Order had to take the castle, and the planet, and the Hex. There was no gain from Taeli in letting his happen, and Connor was going to be sure it happened one way or another.

With steady footwork, he brought the blade up diagonally to force another counter, but he would continue to strike firm and hard with the weapon in a barrage of attacks – one two three –as his feet moved with each clash of the sabers.

Fingers gripped on the hilt as the plasma blades sparked, Connor moved with conviction and confidence, but with no cockiness or swagger. He was focused on the job in hand, and not just simply the company or the outcome.

"You are not getting to my allies, and your continued under-estimation of me will be your undoing one day.”

After a final clash, he pushed out with his left hand to do what he could with the Force energy at his command to push Taeli back. This wasn’t just a show; this was a personal test and confirmation of his new standing with the Dark Side.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Mustafar
Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus
Enemies: None
Objective: Security

Mustafar it was. Never had Vilaz ever stepped foot on the active planet nor has even entered its system. But why? Simply because he never had any business on that planet nor was he insane to just visit the planet just because. While he wasn't very social with foreigners or did a lot traveling, he was smart enough not to get near places like Mustafar. Just the plain sight of it just told him to turn the opposite way. Not that he was afraid of it, but there wasn't anything there except mining facilities put up by some intelligent life form and just used poor souls to mine in the wastelands of Mustafar

But today was no exception for him not to turn his back on Mustafar as the Kismet landed on the volcanic world.

He was here to make sure the personnel of the Sacred Lotus were safe and sound during the battle.

As soon as their pilot announced that they had landed at the capital of Mustafar, the Munin and several other Aka'liit immediately got up from their shebs and followed the healers off from the vessel like their escort guard.

"Where are we setting up shop," the Mandalorian asked to the likes of [member="Hazel Zanteres"] and [member="Joza Perl"] as they seem to be leading the Mustafar party.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

​

Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

Enemies: First Order & Allies​

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

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTTC7JzF77s​

Several additional coughs and a rubbing of hands against eyes cleared her senses enough to both see and hear the man whose name she never learned back on Lothal all that time ago. Time had passed since that day, the day she had come fearfully close to being crushed beneath the weight of falling rock and debris in a darkened crystal cave. The reason? The likely one being for the acquisition of a crystal to be used in a lightsaber, but even that was something the blonde could not be entirely certain of. Their interaction had been counted only in minutes, but the effects of that day weighed on her for much longer. Even now, on the occasion, the memories of that near death haunted her.

Castor's voice held that same smugness to it that it had back on Lothal. The enunciation and pronunciation of his words, the accent itself made it clear to her that this was the same man, even before he stepped through the clearing fog and into her direct vision. He still referred to her as girl, the haughty tone as present as ever. The Jedi watched as the Ren set down a bag just a few feet away. Clearly he had some cruel intention of being on Mustafar, likely one having to do with the sudden disappearance of her expedition partners. If he was here, surely there were more.

"Research." She answered the man gingerly. Jamie was familiar with the castle's reference being the place where Jedi went to die. It was, after all, Darth Vader's castle, one of the most notorious Sith to have ever lived, if not the most. During his reign, Jedi that found themselves on Mustafar were likely either suicidal, careless, or captured. Regardless of their reasons for being on the molten world, their ending was always the same. "I would ask the same of you." This time around falling rock would not be her undoing. She was better trained, more focused, and at least in part, better prepared.

Sapphire orbs observed as Castor set down the blaster and drew his weapon, a fashioned sword of sorts not unlike Sith swords she had seen in the past, if not a bit longer, certainly longer than her daylight. That concern was paled however in comparison to his guarded form, protected by far more than she, wearing little more than civilian clothing. The blonde's right shoulder dipped, allowing her bag containing the few personal affects, tools, and her camera, to fall to her hand as the second strap slipped off the opposite shoulder. Setting the bag down she turned back to Castor, eyes still keenly focused on his, shifting only to the blade he held.

"Did you ever get that crystal you tried to steal?"​

While her hand rested against the hilt of the weapon on her right thigh she made no point to draw it yet, lest he give her need to.

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Lightsaber: Daylight
• Camera: XL-344 Prototype
• Force Artifact: Knight's Band
• Force Artifact: Bracelet

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Barkhesh North
Objective: Smite
Allies: GA people
Enemies: Engaging [member="Braith Achlys"]
Gear: Phrik armour (in sig), bolter, magnetic revolver, sonic pistol, anti-forcer+ forcebreaker grenades, wrist flamer, lightsabre, Seraph shield.


There was no doubt, there was only duty. Unwavering, ironclad duty. She was the defender of her people unto death, no matter their failings. By the time Kaida's transport swooped down from the sky and landed, the clearing had already been set aflame through the ethereal power drawn upon by the primordial witch. Moisture had been pulled from the fauna, leaving it to perish. The temperature of the air had risen rapidly, oxygen had flooded it and now a veritable firestorm raged.


The Angelii could have stayed in her fighter and perhaps attempted to perform a strafing run, but she did not pursue this course of action. Firstly, because she figured that an opponent who could command such ethereal powers could probably swat a fighter from the sky. Secondly, because she was not a good pilot and thirdly because it went against her warrior spirit.


The fighter was left behind as she moved forward. She doubted that it would survive the engagement, but she cared not. She was not looking for a retreat option. Fire swept across the clearing, putting the trees to the torch, consuming grass and plants. In the distance, she could behold the Master of the Force who seemed engulfed yet untouched by the burning flames. Clouds of smoke billowed into the air and Kaida was grateful for her helmet.


At this distance, she could not get a good look at the armoured figure, especially due to all the fire and smoke. For just a moment, the Angelii wondered if her opponent might be a treasonous Eldorai who'd betrayed her race and thrown in her lot with the First Order. The thought tasted like acid on her tongue. She sure hoped it was not so. She'd spent enough time shedding the blood of her own race, though she would not hesitate if it came to that. Another option was a Kro Var, but she dismissed this option. Then again, in the Angelii's rather biased mind the Shapers were rank amateurs. In the end, the other one's identity mattered not. No quarter would be given, no mercy granted.


Fire rushed towards Kaida's armoured shape as she made her advance. But the Seraph did not flinch for even a moment. Instead, she retracted her gauntlets, exposing her bare hands. Her suit of phrik armour was fully sealed and designed to shield her against environmental hazards, for the most common opponents she faced were other elementalists. This did its part to keep her from being consumed, but blazing heat still surged through her body, and touched the skin beneath her suit, causing her pain as she was surrounded by flames. Her hands were scorched as she moved them in intricate patterns. In defiance of the raging firestorm, she willed her own body temperature to lower rapidly as she absorbed the ambient heat that permeated the air around her.


Drawing power from the atmosphere, she harnessed her own Sciia. Dark clouds rolled through the sky, the winds kicked up, the temperature cooled then it began to rain. The droplets of rain soon became a massive downpour, a torrent that descended from the heavens. The rainstorm was accompanied by a strong wind that, through Kaida's will, was pushed towards her adversary, meant to blow into her face with tremendous pressure and hit her hard.

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Mensix Mining Facility > Frontrunner wreck
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | Et al.
Target: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Gear in bio

“You call me Vrygg, I’ll call you Vyn. Sound about right, Rogue?” A parting quip before they took to the boiling wasteland, geared up and ready for war.

Her guys and gals were sweating bullets. A dirty platoon, trained, conditioned, solid fighters. Sullust had forged them into something more, but Mustafar wasn’t a place for people; it was a place for machines.

Aver, half-machine herself, glanced over at the agent. He didn’t look too winded yet. Good. They were still a click out from target, but that was one click full of holes and ramps and metal and lava.

A reassuring plume of smoke hung over the horizon. Gray, tinged with blue – that wasn’t magma heat, it was fuel and heavy metal, burning. The merc grinned, all teeth and no kindness.

“See that?” she asked Locke. “Won’t be hiding in the ship for sure. Shet’s on fire.”

If the vessel was that damaged, the enemy wasn’t going to hang around. No cover, no supplies, no defenses.

“We’ll come in a circle, herd them together. Shoot the soldiers, down anyone who looks important.”

Other reinforcements were joining them shortly, but that didn’t matter to the merc. She was the scalpel and the hammer; cut deep, then wreak unholy havoc.

Good times.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

​

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

As Connor launched his attacks, Taeli did what she in such circumstances. She deflected them away from her. Subtle movements of her blade, redirecting his attacks to the sides or the floor and never letting a full on attack strike against her guard. It was all about the conservation of energy, of the minimum necessary amount of movement to counter his assaults. Even the Force Push, when it came, she took that like she did any others. She would go sliding back some before using a small application of her own command of the Force to stop her slide, blade still in a guard position.

An eyebrow rose as he made his proclamation, a smile threatening to tug at her lips.

"Oh my, someone has had their confidence boosted mightily," she said, twirling her blade in small circles. "But you mistake my assessment of fact with under-estimating you. Go on then, show me what exactly you can do... or maybe your skills really are slipping because you've been too distracted getting one of those girl's into your bunk."

Was she intentionally trying to goad him? Sure, and he would likely see the hidden meaning behind her words. Didn't mean it wasn't going to get him a touch angry with her, but hey, she never did say the part she had to play was being nice.