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

[Kaili Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

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[Armor] [Ring]

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[member="Asmus Janes"] (More to come once Kaili is planetside)

It took greater measures than Kaili would have expected to not let herself seep into the machinery that surrounded her. It was like containing a second nature, holding your breath in an attempt to avoid inhaling something dangerous. Her movement was as stiff as it got, hindered by her own focused attempts at not getting a read on everything that surrounded her. The jacket on her shoulders swung and batted against her upper thigh to bring her no smaller measures of discomfort.

The ship made a jump for hyperspace and for a second the girl froze up to stifle her panic.

“Stick to the bay.” She repeated his ‘order’ and took a seat a top of a crate. “Got it.”

And then, he talked about Allyson. “Yeah, of course.” She frowned. “I hope so, at least.”

“Just let me know when we’re close to Rutan. I’ll be here. Holding my breath, not doing anything at all.”

 

[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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When Taeli mocked him again, it didn’t have the effect it would have had at one point. Corvus was history. The Jedi were history. His standing with them was history. His care about them was history. The only thing that irked him was the gall to draw the finger down, like a tear. She was good.

Real good.

"Enough talk, Jedi.”

Reaching up his left hand, he looked to a set of three large ventilation pipes feeding from the ground up the wall and out of the side of the yard. With a gripped fist, it didn’t take much to pull the corroded fixings from the wall with a exertion of the Force, and he flung them down towards Taeli, blade still sparking crimson in his right hand.

Hopefully, the Ren were faring just as strong in their battles to take the castle.

 

[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"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Arthan Corvax"], [member="AR-3752"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Ultimatum had been preparing for battle, ensuring that the defenses at the security center of the facility, where the controls for the various traps and systems had been temporarily routed, was secure. He stepped out of the room and watched as the transparisteel wall slid behind him. A few moments later the colored holographic emitter portrayed live film from an active volcano nearby over the entrance. This would create the illusion of some form of informational wall. If an attacker was clear-minded enough they might notice that there were no other such walls throughout the facility, which might strike the viewer as odd. However, Ultimatum concluded that most organics coming through these corridors would be more than a little rattled or filled with adrenaline, both of which would severely hamper the higher thought processes required to make such a subtle note. Nonetheless, this room had been given the single most dangerous defense that Ultimatum could have come up with in such short notice. The walls had been lined with several explosive panels, such that should the team inside the security room believe their position to be compromised, they could activate the explosives blasting open the walls and rupturing the molten metal containers in the ceiling. Any being unlucky enough to find themselves within the room would find themselves quickly covered and momentarily submerged in the burning liquid before being born on the quickly flowing metal out of the holes in the wall to the outside. There was a small crevice that Ultimatum had excavated, not very large near the walls in order to allow the molten metal to flow out of the chamber. The ditch was not quite large enough for an organic to hide in, offering no true tactical advantage aside from what Ultimatum had planned.

The droid lord continued on towards the location of the breach, noting that he had an ally in the form of a Mandalorian taking up the defense. He had not anticipated such aid, truthfully he had not expected much help at all from the Alliance, given that he had proven himself a less than trustworthy ally recently. Of course, he had trusted that the Alliance would come to the defense of their own planet, but not of the droid. He was therefore glad to have a chance to prove himself. What better way at this point to show his worth than to help defend their interests in the world.

As he walked Ultimatum patched into the Awe frequency, listening to their constant binary transmissions. He added a command along with an information point, "One Squadron, snipers at this location." That was all the command they needed. With the location given, a squadron broke off from their defensive maneuvers and began blasting the target area with a rain of blaster fire interspersed with the occasional missile. Any organics caught in the fire range would find themselves rather uncomfortably burned at best, dead at worst. The fighters would not stay focused on the ground to long, after all their mission was the air forces attempting to land. It did not matter if the snipers were absolutely obliterated, at the cost of allowing more than necessary soldiers to land.

The message from HK made Ultimatum smile, the knowledge that there were reinforcements incoming was the best morale boost possible. His calculations on the older droid's odds were quite complimentary, if somewhat frightening. The sheer quantity of enemies killed would have been altogether an astounding number, but the at the same time the inevitable destruction of HK would have been assured without the appearance of reinforcements. Where the defenders were holding with a fixed number of troops, until such a time as the Alliance's men arrived, the Order could continue sending in soldiers and transports. At the same time, Ultimatum's calculations also put a limit on the number of men they would send into this fight. The fact that the Alliance appeared to have access to superior air units meant that the number of ground units actually reaching the ground in fighting condition was lowered considerably. This puts the odds about centered between the two sides, Ultimatum hoped to tip the scale.

He replied to the older droid, "The warning is appreciated. I shall head to Master Vereen at once." Ultimatum began picking up the pace, careful not to bang around the overly large rifle too much. A downside to an experimental weapon was the naturally less than favorable stability. The studies thus far had proven viable and within safety perimeters, but this was its first field test and Ultimatum didn't want to take chances with the thing turning him to a pile of ash. That would put a dampener on the day. He would reach the location of the fighting in just a few minutes, if not less.

 

[Elmont Block]

Vader’s Castle
Engaging directly: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

"I break the rules not because it suits me, but because sometimes during a mission the rules get in the way."
– Qui Gon Jinn

He may have been wise beyond his years, but his age betrayed his experience. His focus on the duel in front of him blinded him to the real danger he faced. Perhaps even a more alert Jedi might have been caught off-guard, for it was clear the dark-sider had hidden her presence – but he spotted her so late that he was immediately on the back foot.

In fact, it was his sense of smell that alerted him to her presence first. Not that she was particularly aromatic, rather she was a different scent to the general surroundings.

His first interaction with her was less fragrant. It involved his back being slammed against a wall of the chamber and the wind being knocked from his sails. Fortunately, his Jedi training kicked in, so ingrained that it was instinctive.

He went with the Push and did not try to oppose it. It meant an immediately bruised back, but it also meant that as he fell forwards from the wall having impacted on it, he was balanced and landed on his feet – his saber already in his hand. And he immediately took a step forward and held his blade high, both hands on the hilt as it activated with a snap-hiss – the blue blade illuminating the side of his face.

“My kind?” he echoed. “My kind have been killing your kind for millennia – and I see no reason to end that pattern now.”

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Mensix Mining Facility > Landing pads
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ultimatum"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Gear in bio

Mid-stride, Aver paused and held up a fist. The platoon marched to an abrupt halt as the ‘Captain’ listened to the comm.

The frakker. She knew that voice.

“Change of plans. First Lieutenant, Locke,” she turned to face the two, “you take point. Landing pads require assistance.” The merc gave a sharp nod. “Best of luck.”

The platoon moved out towards the smoking wreckage. Aver, on the other hand, beelined for the landing pads at a punishing pace. Well, punishing for a normal human. She was neither.

The facility wasn’t far, and on her own, Aver closed that distance in no time. Her breath was coming a tad quicker, but she didn’t mind; it just added to the thrill of impending combat. Conflict was her home, her peace, her joy.

It was where she belonged.

“Vereen,” she spoke low into her commlink. Calling up the plans for the facility, the merc navigated maze-like corridors from the north, looking to catch the Dragon’s opponents from the back. Even as she moved, quiet and quick, her HDM morphed around her. Gone was Captain Vyrgg of the Galactic Alliance, enter First Order stormtrooper, stage left. Under full scrutiny, her disguise likely wouldn’t pass muster, but in low lighting and under fire? It would hold up.

Long enough for what she was going to do, anyway.

“Coming in on your three, less than a minute. Keep their eyes on you.”

Neither the Mando nor any other Force user in the vicinity would find much success trying to pick her presence out in the noise of the battle. That’s what Force dispersers were for, after all: a nasty surprise.

“And try not to shoot me, yeah?”

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming The Castle
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Liliane"]

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Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"]

Gear: In signature, 1x Curved Hilt Lightsaber


The satisfying crunch of armor meeting stone reverberated through the room, Ara’s eyes flashing amber as she watched the stonework crumble beneath the force of impact. Power sung through her veins, the urge to push further until blood spilled and bodies broke. Watching impassively as the woman regained her feet, the knight’s mouth curled up in a smile behind the mask as the Jedi taunted her. Such simple comments, about needing more practice and disciple, rolled off the Knight easily.

Need more practice? She was just getting started. Discipline? Such a Jedi concept. This was why the light failed. They fought with their minds, their rational and logic brains alone. Emotion flooded through her, the power of the Force strengthened by anger, pride, and determination.

This was why the Jedi, including the one in front of her, were weak. They locked the greatest weapons they controlled away, hiding from the power they could wield for fear of loss of control. Having proven to both Connor and Kaalia what power and strength such emotion could lead to, she felt no qualms about showing the blonde in front of her the same, but it wouldn’t be anger she pulled from the girl this day, it would be fear and pain.

The hiss and crackle of a blade being activated accompanied the flash of bright azure blade, the room cast in the eerie blue glow. Ara canted her head, eyes expressionless as the woman continued her taunting, a tactic she was intimately familiar with. A simple thought had her own blade springing to life in a shower of sparks and crimson plasma.

A deep chuckle rumbled from her throat, breaking up as the sound filtered through the mask, echoing off the obsidian walls around them.

"Few throw themselves at death as you seem determined to do.”

Eyebrows furrowed as she cast another appraising glance up and down the armored woman before her.

”A shame really, I hate to strike down such a beautiful specimen. Unfortunately, you stand between my allies and our goal, something I just cannot overlook.”

The swaying of an amulet caught the eye of the knight, the metal glinting in the combined shards of light cast by the twin weapons. Such a piece was far from fitting the aesthetics of the rest of the woman’s ensemble, piquing the Ren’s interest. Perhaps before it their duel was over, it would have a new master.

A sarcastic half bow met the woman’s shouted words, Ara’s eyes crinkling with mirth and anticipation. If the Jedi wanted a fight, she had one. Pushing off the ground with a flash of speed, she darted into the woman’s guard, three quick strikes aimed at her outer defenses, testing her reflexes and speed more than anything.

”Keep up, little girl.”

Moving back two steps, she lashed out, her blade moving in a wide arc towards the woman’s torso, more power behind it than the precise shiim strikes from before.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (Eventually): Mensix Mining Facility, Currently Ways Out at Natasi Crash Site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in Scene: 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 in Scene: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Choli Vyn"][/SIZE]

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

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Crash Site.[/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: 4[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Being ushered into the thoroughly wrecked but not completely destroyed shuttle, Pharazon was pleased that at least for the time being they had a private space for command discussions, the mist knows how we are going to get out of this situation [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Pharazon thought darkly. He knew he and his company, with the assistance of the tanks could likely punch their way through to an extraction site, but he also knew that leaving the wounded was likely not an option, and he did not wish to presume the desires, plans, and ulterior motives of the Grand Moff. He knew from history and legend the fates that befell plucky military officers questioning their Imperial commanders. Dropping into the shuttle with Cain and two of their accompanying Stormtroopers, the other eight taking up stoic and grim positions around and adjacent to the makeshift entrance to the shuttle, Pharazon looked for this efficient Lieutenant Mondel. The partially smoke charred and in some places burning shuttle posed some difficulty for the giant Captain Pharazon, who, at slightly over two metres tall had problems in many places, had to duck his head and torso quite substantially in some places to move through the bulkheads. He even hit his head on one of the bulkhead doors with a loud thump, his helmet protected him from any actual injury but the same could not be said for the perfectionist red pauldron wearing and combat decorated Captain’s pride.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Approaching the officer and Grand Moff in the corridor after being directed toward Lieutenant Mondel by a scurrying low level officer, Cain to his right side and rear, silent and ramrod straight after discovering with his own eyes the identity of the VIP, Pharazon appraised the man imperiously from his full height, skull face plate impeccable and still in place even though he could reveal his face. His also went over his interactions with him and nodded nearly slightly in his direction, he may not be a monster of a man, but Pharazon was confident in his usefulness. Not letting him forget himself, however, Pharazon swiftly, crisply, and expertly executed a parade ground salute to the Grand Moff. He also retracted his faceplate and exposed his face as a sign of deference to one of the most powerful people in this area of the galaxy, as well as, he suspected, his ultimate commanding officer bar the Supreme Leader himself, even though Pharazon and some of his troops nearly regarded the man as a cunningly crafted myth and legend created by the government based on how seldom he appeared throughout the Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Captain Pharazon Draken and Lieutenant Remus Cain of the 189th Stormtroooper Grenadier Company reporting for duty and at your service ma’am” Pharazon said firmly and imperiously though [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]deferential.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon and Cain maintained their firm and crisp salutes effortlessly for a short period of time before returning to their regular posture, though their ash covered armour and the common knowledge of their situation did markedly impart a grim quality to the two battle hardened Stormtroopers. He waited for the Grand Moff to respond before saying anything else or offering any potential plan for extraction, as he was sure that she likely had her own plans prepared. He only hoped that they would be forthcoming, as he then [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]received[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] confirmation from one of his platoons of an enemy contact.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Captain Draken, confirmed likely enemy audio contact, positive identification of numerous shuttles of some kind, will likely be in range soon, in my assessment it is an enemy response, please advise” came the voice of Lieutenant Tauron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Switching over to a private [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]com feed[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] so that his voice and company orders would not need overrule the Grand Moff and his faceplate came down again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Understood Lieutenant, coordinate with the tanks in your quadrant and fire upon them once they come into range, if they were non-combatants we should have heard a signal from them now, you are officially authorised for weapons free status, please advise upon further enemy contact” Draken said, grimly and thoughtfully.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Returning his attention back the Grand Moff and the Lieutenant, Pharazon prepared himself to receive further orders.[/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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The girl spoke of coexistence. In part, again, she was correct. The Force however rejected the very notion, at least in its application, surely the girl knew that. A Dark Side practitioner was unable to channel certain aspects of the Force, using it to heal was simply beyond the power of those attuned to the Dark Side, likewise there were powerful abilities that even the most powerful of the Jedi failed to manifest. As her words turned to genocide, to war, and oppression a devious grin spread across his features. It was almost humorous and yet he could not blame the girl for he assumptions. Castor was aware of the deeds of not only Sith but many who claimed the Dark Side as their own over the centuries, it was only fair the girl thought him among them. Genocide, war, oppression - none of these things were the First Order, none of these was the Order of Ren - and that is where the girl stood incorrect. What did this girl know of tyranny? Interjecting, Castor posed his own question, though somewhat rhetorically.

"And what would you know of genocide, war, and oppression? I ask you this child.." and a spat of fire lacing his words. "..Have you been to Dosuun, to Avalonia? Have you seen the order and safety provided to those living under the protection of our worlds? No. And that is why you fail to understand. In your quest for knowledge you have overlooked this in place of believing the lies your Jedi Masters spread."​

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As his measured footsteps brought him further into the room, he stopped short. The woman's hand had come to the blade at her hip, his eyes locking onto the sublte movements. It was then the woman spoke to her heritage, that not so subtle accent Castor had jokingly compared to that of Sullust. As the blade ignited a fire burned bright within his eyes, his muscles tensing as his body reacted to the physiological fight or flight mechanism. He grinned - *A noble.. now that was unexpected.*

"Naboo..." and so the girl had unwittingly followed in the footsteps of Lord Vader, though perhaps more literally than figuratively. "...You falsely lump my brethren and I in with the Sith - tell me Jamie of House Pyne, do you really believe the Sith capable of organizing themselves as we have here? As we did on Lothal? Even now my brothers and sisters penetrate the bastion. As one, we remove dissent, enforce order..."​

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He moved then, an aggressive step towards the girl which closed the distance to little more than two meters, a lazy swipe at her left side as both hands grasped the hilt of his weapon. Easy enough to block, the Ren had anticipated a parry and prepared to step back away once the blow was deflected. He suspected there was more conversation to be had, it would be a shame to cut such an opportunity short by indulging the bloodlust which had begun to well within his chest.

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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

 

[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

That infuriating smile that she got when she knew she had struck a chord appeared as Connor proclaimed they had talked enough. She always enjoyed that little break in their composure, revealing the insecurities beneath that could be exploited. Dun moch had its uses no matter what the situation was, light or dark. A psychological attack was just as effective as a lightsaber blow... or Connor using the Force to rip some pipes out and send them flying towards her. She wondered what had prompted that, was it the words or the fake tear?

Ah well, which ever it was had gotten him to make another move. As the pipes neared her, she used her own command of the Force to stop them... not even lifting a hand to forewarn of her intention to stop it. Honestly, that was something else he needed to do. Raising a hand was as good a warning as any that they were going to use some sort of Force move. She looked at the pipes, floating a few inches away from her, then turned back to smile at him with that same infuriating smile. If he knew as he did, he would know what she was going to say next.

"Is that really the best you can do?" she asked, clearly letting her amusement show in her voice. "I think some six year old youngling can do better than that."

And with a thought, she crushed the pipe into a ball of crumpled metal and corroded rivets and sent them flying away from her to a far wall.

 

[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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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zlnil-v3dg

What did she know of those things? She had seen the aftermath left in the wake of those who committed atrocities. Perhaps not the work of Castor's ilk, but those like him. People like Vrak Nashar, Sith, those claiming to be of the Republic whilst committing terrorist acts on her own planet, sabotaging civilian trade routes, detonating explosives in the middle of a busy star port. She had bore witness to Sithspawn, imperial warriors and spies, and to them. The First Order, as she knew them now, back on Lothal they had, along with Castor himself, attempted to pillage crystals belonging to the Jedi.

"I know a great deal. You would be surprised. Forcing your will upon the populace is not order, it is dominion."​

He was right in part, she had never been to Dosuun, or Avalonia. She was not present during Kaeshana. Naboo itself was on the far eastern fringes of Alliance space, and relatively safe from the First Order and its' invasion fleet. That, however, did not protect them entirely from terrorism that had become a more and more frequent occurrence as of late. As a member of the royal council it was her job to see to those matters in the King's stead, when necessary. Her planet, unsurprisingly, was placed in higher importance to herself than the rest of the galaxy, and thus her duties lay at home.

"The Sith held Coruscant, the core of the galaxy, and stretched their empire across vast space. To label their reach inconsequential is foolish."​

Castor had then confirmed her suspicions. Onsen, Alisha, Dawson, Margo. Their silence was as she feared. They were dead, or taken captive, a fate as equally treacherous. Whether or not it was he that had taken their lives she was unsure, but on the slim chance that they had eluded capture and were hiding elsewhere in the castle she would not risk exposing their whereabouts. She had surprised the man though, despite his continued condescension in naming her girl, by revealing her birthplace and heritage. The expression in his face gave her that satisfaction. Jamie would have even smiled herself, had he not lunged towards her with his weapon to strike at her.

With her right arm she forced the shimmering yellow blade past her body in a downward angle, catching the Ren's own against hers as she stepped off towards the outside of their imaginary circle. Jamie knew where her strengths laid, and it was not in trading blow for blow with a man much larger than she. Deflecting and driving an opponent's momentum away from her was something she had been taught throughout her training as both a fencer and Jedi. It would likely come to no surprise to Castor the movements she made, and yet she did not return a strike against him, but re-aligned her guard as her sapphire eyes continued to study the man during the early steps of their dance.

"You bring with you nothing but chaos. Be you Sith or not, Misery will not have company."​

Jamie's single handed grip on her lightsaber relaxed so to move fluidly against another assault, should one follow the previous.

Spoiler

Equipment:

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

 

[Vexen]

[member="FN-4077"] [member="FN-888"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Vexen was feeling thoroughly nauseous now. A combination of anxiety, the speed of the speeder journey and overeating left her wishing for a nice afternoon nap. Vexen had never really wanted a life of adventure when she was young. She'd wanted nothing more than a warm dry bed and fresh food. And less ticks.

She turned to look up at Micah. "We can't take the speeders much further. We need to move quiet and find some high ground soon."

If there were any First Order probes or scouts they would find them. She knew how easily Allyson could pick up on active technology and Micah was always well connected to living beings through the Force.

"So what did you do exactly?" She asked him quietly, hopefully just out of earshot of Allyson.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Kaili Talith"]

Location: stopping off a microjump from Rutan, heading to Mustafar.

"Kaili, it's Asmus," came his voice over the comms. He sounded jovial but he'd been given a thorough dressing down by the ship's CO for bringing a civilian on board. He didn't see quite eye to eye with Amadgenar and never had. The XO had at least relented that getting another Jedi into the war zone was a worthwhile endeavour.

"The deck is clear and this is going to be a quick stop. We're going to bring you up with the heat shields deployed behind you. Cycle up your engines and get ready. I'm sending the jump calculations now to take you from here to Rutan, should take just a a few minutes. When we revert the front doors will open, punch it as soon as the lights go amber. As soon as you're clear we're back at light speed."

The Subversion droped into realspace with the star at the heart of the Rutan system a tiny circle in the distance. With a loud rumble the forward bay doors slid open as Kaili's craft was elevated back onto the deck. It was noticeably empty, keeping the SIS fighters hidden from view.

"Good luck. With everything. Go, go, go!"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
<10 Minutes until World Shield is up. Still under the Darksky Shield.

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
[member="Aeron Kreelan"] - OP prex, ground commander at base
[member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base with Aeron and Dax
[member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner
[member="Alyce Hawke"] - flying nearby; pew pewing any First Order Dropships
[member="Dax Fyre"] - At GA Base with Aeron and Michael
[member="Grozkalla"] - coordinating ground stuff, incl. anti-air missiles; charging Kaine and Co.

ENEMIES: First Order
[member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; being attacked by Grozkalla
[member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; crashed?
[member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; attacking Grozkalla

"Thanks for that, Kreelan."

On other channels, Jorus' headset filled with verbal and click acknowledgements from the Alliance starfighters she'd sent. He accelerated through the gloom toward the brilliant fire-and-plasma glow of the crash site and the landing zone. X-wings kept pace with him, above and behind; their cannons slashed out to clear him a path.

"Kid," he said over his shoulder, "for real, cut the chatter. There's a time and a place to talk jewelry and innuendos, and that's 'Zeltros' and 'not right fething now,' respectively. I'm going through the dropships as they touch down. Be ready to put those ion guns to work."

Down below in the dark, he spotted lightsabres and the glare of close-range engagement. Taking down a Sith had its temptations, but it wasn't worth friendly fire. Instead, he oriented the targeting systems of his proton bomb bay and torpedo launchers toward landing dropships. Having built up his speed quite a bit, he slashed through their formation at just under mach one. Proton munitions exploded in his wake.

"Kreelan, I'm seein' red lightsabers on the ground, too close to our folks for me to do much. If you've got Jedi handy, now'd be the time."

 

[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)
Engaging directly: [member="Elmont Block"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK-19lEHO60

Hearing the sound of the Jedi hitting the wall was music to Kaalia's ears, relishing in the pain he felt. She would make sure it wasn't the last wave of pain he felt, rather the first of hopefully many. In honesty she was kind of impressed by the way he handled the attack, perhaps he would pose a larger challenge than she had originally thought. Only time would tell however, and she perished the thought to the back of her mind as her slow approach continued. The man in front of her ignited his own lightsaber, its blue glow met by the identical color of the redhead's weapon.

"Oh really?" Kaalia's voice dropped in pitch and slowed down somewhat, a sly and slightly haunting grin partially covered by her respirator. She chuckled at the Jedi's statement, amused by his glorification of death. That wasn't the perspective of a pure Lightsider. "You... Want to kill me." The chuckle turned to laughter as her eyes were ablaze with the Dark side. "You're quick to jump to a Jedi's last resort. Are you sure you're fighting for the right side?"

The redhead didn't wait for an answer. Her slow approach stopped, still leaving some distance between the two. Her fingers curled up as she commanded the Force to wrap around the Jedi's neck, looking to compress his windpipe. Her blade was kept ready for an attack from him, but Kaalia didn't move in. Rather, she would try to break into his emotions and words were powerful tools for such a thing. She'd have to prod to see what made him tick first however, and so she would see if she could find out anything to exploit. "What would your master think if he heard you say that?"

 

[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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For all the organs and bones her devastating sonic shot must have shattered or ripped apart, he refused to fall and die like most beings would. Whether kept alive by the dark side’s unnatural workings or possibly cybernetics, there was no way for Zmej to find out and adjust her strategy accordingly. Worse yet, his body still had enough strength in it to continue the fight. In response to the her X-11E’s shout came an equally loud reply, bringing a powerful shower that found its target in the knight’s torso, bombarding the armour and pushing her back.

Several cracks and dents appeared in non-phrik materials, while the most prized component continued to valiantly reject any and all punishment tossed its way. Unlike her ribs. The first shot simply knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving the knight of Ren short of breath, the other introduced internal injuries, cracking a few bones as the barrage continued and each successive impact sent her stumbling back with a fresh wave of pain ripping through her nerves. Spicy insults continued to roll off the girl’s tongue in an endless stream of furious defiance as the victorious moment turned into another clash for survival.

Her lips tasted the iron-like taste of blood again.

She wasn’t one to go down without a fight either, though. The young knight of Ren did not stay far behind in hurling damage at her opponent. Retaliating in kind, her finger kept pulling the trigger in a fit of rage and pain, a frantic movement that refused to stop, becoming an automated motion rather than a conscious choice. By a miracle of will, Zmej Ren continued to stand, even if sharp, deep pain desired the woman’s fall. When fighting for her life though, there was too much adrenaline to permit weakness take hold of her actions.

Anger probably played a role in this as well – after all, the woman was a trained dark side practitioner who fully knew failure equalled death. When faced with a choice to either turn her tail and run or fight to the last drop of blood that pumped through her veins, the knight obviously picked the latter, preferring the idea of dying a hero of the First Order rather than a coward. And she liked the idea of killing her foe even more. It was quickly becoming personal, as if both combatants waited for the other to succumb to their wounds first.

Thoughts of shiny medals and colourful ribbons flooded Zmej’s mind, a motivator almost as powerful as the Supreme Leader’s wrath. Commanded by patriotic fervour, consumed by the very idea of carving her name among those who would be nominated for various awards instead of becoming another nameless soul doomed to perish during the liberation, the woman’s passion received a fresh spark, enough to overcome the exhausting injuries for a little longer and continue hammering the man with one deafening wave after another.

 

[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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The pipes were deflected, and Connor watched them fly into the far wall nothing more than crumpled debris and metal. He slowly turned his head to look back at her in silence for a moment.

"Your words don't hurt me anymore.”

Connor killed the lightsaber, and fixed it to his thick black belt under his greatcoat. He was done wasting his time and playing games. The reaction she may have wanted wasn’t going to be there, and she was doing nothing but preventing him from helping the others.

He reached up to his helmet and touched the small groove below his left side visor.

"The Jedi are falling. Maintain the attack.”

The voice would reach the others in his unit. It was nothing but the voice of confidence.

He stared at Taeli.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Taeli. Your time will soon run out and I urge you to make your choice as I have before you lose it all..”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Barkesh, Back of Jorus's Y-Wing
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koshka Scalvez"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

Laira huffed and squinted her eyes at the pilot ahead of her. If he hadn't of had a point she would have continued laying it on thickly for her amusement but right now they were entering combat and her life was very much in his hands. If she broke him, he might intentionally endanger her for one reason or another, plus as a commander he did need the comms clear and to be paying attention. The princess would be sorely upset if she got arrested for Misconduct and had to use her real identity to get out of it.

Rather than offer a haughty retort, and it certainly would have been haughty, annoyed, and insulting if she had spoken, she wheeled around the turret to face the dropships and their escorts. Focusing her attention on the task at hand for once, her vision tunneled, the edges of her mind's eye pressing in around her and her perceptions slowed down considerably as the redhead began aiming the turret. She squeezed the trigger, blue energy bolts zipping through the air at the First Order TIE's in atmosphere. A Y-wing wasn't exactly a thing of beauty or an amazing craft, but it wasn't as unwieldy as a TIE in atmosphere.

She rocked the pedals at her feet that controlled the traverse of the turret, popping from one target to the next. Laira was careful to keep her breathing steady and keep her focus on the ship she was sitting in rather than trying to expand it. Ion Cannon's weren't inherently fatal to pilots within starfighters, but it fried systems and turned them into explosive coffins heading for the ground. Laira wasn't sure she was ready to feel a being die while focusing on them, to feel an person become nothing at the time of their deaths. That was something the grizzled veterans had no doubt felt many times before, but it was something she wanted to put off for as long as possible.

 

[Velon Ielor]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle, Mustafar.
Post: 2
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

Revenge, fear; there were many reasons both the Galactic Alliance, and the First Order fought on Mustafar. Despite his wish to enter Vader's castle to get a certain item that he believed was here, the Anzat had been there during the final days of the One Sith. Although not known to many, he had seen many Sith die, and Velon would make sure to do everything he could to avenge their souls in the depths of Chaos.

When Velon saw her activate the snap-hiss, and grab her tomahawk, and her lightsaber, the former Sith Lord decided it was time to strike.He activated his two lightsabers, as he wasn't sure if the blade she had was made of light-saber resistant materials. The Dark Jedi had learned millennial ago not to ever underestimate an opponent, and he made sure he wouldn't do it at this instance, choosing to prepare himself for any scenarios he might perceive.

The Anzati would move quickly, deciding to attack first. He would use his right lightsaber(on his right hand) to send a diagonal attack from Keira's left waist, to her right shoulder, Velon prepared to change his attack if need be. If she decided to use any other weapon while he was approaching her, the former Night brother would respond in kind, ready to use measures search as using force sight if need be.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

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Objective: See to the civilian relief efforts.​

Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Electroheart"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] & Aka'liit​

Enemies: N/A ​

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Hazel hated how the journey to Mustafar had made her so jittery, at least internally anyway. On the outside she remained calm and stoic, well aside from her reaction to meeting Joza Perl. But as the time had gone on, and the two had talked, Hazel had felt some form of solace with the Zeltron. She wasn't sure on what Joza's past was like, but the doctor could identify the subtle notions of someone who had delved into combat for very long period of time, but eventually found a way to take the effects of it and form it into something beneficial. Hazel had done much the same, over a decade of jumping from battlefield to battlefield had steeled her against violence, and what it does to a person's body.

And yet here she was, feeling like a greenhorn again. Just like when she was younger and went into her first deployment as a medic - with a great deal of naivety in her head. All her bravado and drive to not just sit around, but do something instead, did nothing to prepare her for that initial experience. It had shaken her to her very core, though thankfully she had made a few friends in the soldiers that were by her side.

She did frown slightly when Joza mentioned the civilians. There was something in her voice near the end, of which she made no attempt to hide. If Hazel were to guess, she'd say the Zeltron had her reservations towards one of the sides of this conflict - or maybe it was both. Personally she had nothing to say on that matter, she hadn't at all interacted with the Galactic Alliance and barely with the First Order. That and there was something else in Joza's voice, if Hazel wasn't mistaken it almost seemed like the Zelton wasn't use to taking a more neutral side of things. She was curious, but kept it within as right now wasn't the time for socialising. Later maybe, but not now.

Eventually she just bundled all those thoughts up and tried to calm herself. When she felt Joza's hand on her shoulder, she didn't flinch and even seemed dissappointed it was gone so quickly. It reminded Hazel of the old times, when one of her squadmates would do something similiar after a those particularly nasty battles. Though they were all gone now, swept up by the endless cycle of war. With the mention of watching each other's backs, Hazel gave Joza a smile and nod, letting out a small 'I'd like that'. Before settling in for the rest of the flight.

-x-​

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Once they had finally disembarked from the Kismet, Hazel was very much tempted to just go back onboard. It was a lot more cooler in there than it was on the planet's surface. She was almost overwhelmed by the heat that hit her as she descended the ramp. She had been on planets with warm climates before, but Mustafar certainly took the crowning prize as the hottest to date. Nonetheless, she pushed that all aside as Vilaz Munin and his Aka'liit approached, her previous thoughts gone replaced by the stern and to the point Hazel.

"You'll be with me and Joza as we make our way into the city. While the battles haven't outright reached Fralideja yet, the civilians are likely in a panic. That and it's going to be chaotic and we all know there's always those sorts that want to take advantage of the situation. Once we're at a designated place, I want you to set up a perimeter around it in case anyone tries attacking. And of course, please do refrain from violent response, we are here as a peace keeping force, if we can help it lets keep the blood on our hands to nothing."

She gave them a nod before turning around to face Joza as the woman was done with her Heka Healers. "I agree, we could also do with checking on their current situation. See if they need any particular medical attention. Get a more specific lowdown on what's happening in the city itself."

Throughout all this a few of the Kismet's crew had helped in getting several speeders from the ship's cargo, enough for all those that were heading into Fralideja. And with nothing more to say or do, Hazel climbed onto hers and once everyone was set, gave the order for them to move out. Joza and Hazel taking the lead, with Vilaz and his men forming a defensive formation around them.

-x-​

The ride into and through Fralideja was surprisingly without much issue. Most of the streets they went down were sparse of civlians, and if there were any significant groups they quickly parted as the convoy of speeders zoomed through. It was a very strange sight to be behold as they passed by. After a while though the group finally arrived at the city's central point, which was the largest of Fralideja's community centres - an ideal pick for their main medical base.

As they stopped though, a pair cautiously approached with blaster rifles aimed at them. It was pretty clear they were volunteers with how inexperienced they looked just holding the weapons.

"W-who the kark are you lot?!"

"Easy there, we're with the Order of the Sacred Lotus. We're answering the calls for aid that were sent."

"How do we know that's true?"

Carefully getting off the speeder, Hazel took a few steps forwards and angled herself so the Order's armband was visible to the two. It didn't seem to have that much of a positive response until a third person; a male human suddenly appeared out of the building's main entrance.

"Let them through." He said, before looking over at Joza and Hazel. "Come on in, it's best if you see it for yourself."

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With everyone disembarking from their own vehicles, Hazel turned to Vilaz and gave the man a nod - confirmation to begin getting his men sorted. Afterwards, she turned to Joza.

"I'll be inside in a moment." She took a moment to take out her comm and tune it to Electroheart's frequency. "Electroheart, it's Hazel. We've made it into the city and are currently at its epicentre. If you come across any civilians that are in need of medical attention be sure to send them our way, or towards one of the other smaller medical shelters."

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She waited until she got a response from the Chiss, before clipping the comm back to her belt and following after Joza.

 

[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

Well that was disappointing, but then what recourse did he really have? He had yet to attain enough power to really challenge her in a fight, but then... this meant he was learning. Still, she was still a bit miffed about the neck thing and appearances did need to be kept up. She couldn't very well allow him further access to the castle, that would be suspicious and she didn't want to attract such scrutiny. Which meant only one thing... finish out the game they had been playing. This had all really just been a delaying time, giving it the adequate amount of time to disperse any thoughts that either she or he might have another agenda.

"Life is a game, and when you're over the board... one can't lose," she stated, her free hand rising. Fingers point at him, and he would likely know what was coming... as he knew what her favorite technique was. Before it came, her mind would touch his.

"And now you'll have a tale to lord over your fellows, the survival against a Jedi Master in combat... use that wisely," and then green bolts of lightning erupted from her hand, arcing through the air to strike him. She could have just choked him into submission, but... well... that wouldn't satisfy that small vindictive side she had. She would keep the stream of lightning flowing towards him, and with his lightsaber on his belt, he would like be unconscious or incapacitated until the fighting was over. If worse came to worse, she could always get him out herself.