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

[Rexus Wenck]

Location: FIV Frontrunner crash site.
Objective: Secure the wreckage.
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | @Pharazan Draken |[member="Rolf Amsel"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ultimatum"]
Loadout:FO-Stormtrooper Armour MK 2, 4x VX Grenades, 2x Thermal Detonators, Riot Baton, Nerve Injector, T-7 Ion Disruptor and SE-44C Blaster Pistol.

"Alrighty lads," Rexus reported when he finished recieving his update, "A ship carrying an armoured element along with some VIP's has crashed, little less than a click away from here. Orders are to secure the wreckage, and help the survivors." He barked, "Move out!"

The Gundark Gunners understood their orders, and began to run through the molten valley, in the shadow of the monstrous mining facility. The stormtroopers could hear the explosions from above, and winced a little. "Sounds pretty hectic up there bossman." Twigg said, jogging up to Rexus, "You sure we shouldn't move up there? Support our boys?"

"No Twigg," Rexus replied, "We stay the course, we help out this ship, and then we get a crack on up there." Rexus smirked from behind the helmet, "Plus, weren't you the one scared to go up there?"

"Once upon a time, yes." Twigg replied, "But now, hearing all that hub bub, y'know, I don't want to leave those guys hanging." The sergeant replied, "I think that'd be karked."

"Once upon a time, what is this, some storybook?" Rexus mocked, "Karking hell, not ten minutes ago you were against us landing, against us fighting up there and now you want a piece... You're a moron, you know that right?" The other stormtroopers chuckled at the exchange, and Twigg was left silent. "Come on ladies, keep it up!" Rexus barked, trying to keep things serious.

The volcanic ash wasn't as difficult terrain as the stormtroopers had assumed it would be to traverse. In fact, it was nearly simple. "Boss, wreckage up ahead!" One of the forward troopers informed over comms.

"How much further?" Rexus asked.

"About, I dunno, two, maybe three hundred?" The trooper replied. "There's no cover," The trooper added, "So, yeah, we're gonna wanna get there quick smart, could be snipers and stuff."

"Press on boys, we need to secure that cargo." Rexus warned the group, "Run up, this is the final push." The Gunners increased their pace, running as fast as they could, until they were in the wreckage of the Frontrunner. Rexus stood to attention, "Captain Rexus Wenck here," He announced, "Me and my men were diverted to assist here."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple​

Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"]​

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Anika Nygaard"]​

Gear: Lightsaber, Life support Armor​

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The darkness was calling to Kyrel, he could feel it the more he walked along the ancient corridor's of the temple, he was in awe by the sheer power he felt, it was absolutely intoxicating like a sweet lullaby that was cold but sweet all the same. As he walked he felt the Jedi getting closer and were practically gaining on him. As Kyrel ran he thought of the chance to face the Jedi once again, he had waited for the chance to face the Jedi again since Kaeshana and gaining his first kill through the Padawan known as Charlyra Araano, he had the feeling the Jedi that were hunting him were of the same breed as her, but he couldn't say for certain. He than started to walk slowly looking at his surroundings. He saw what looked to be ancient trinkets of old litter the floor next to pieces of skeletal corpses or what was left of them, he saw lightsabers in bony hands and pieces of armor that looked ancient in design, and had markings of which he could not read nor tell what they were.

He kept walking cautiously, and said to himself "I can feel it's presence but where is it, Am I lost?" He said as he stopped for a moment to look around, but than continued walking not a second later, the dark corridor looking all the same until he reached a path that separated into three routes. He stopped himself to carefully inspect the path and reached out through the force, as his anger was rising. He than felt the same dark voice speak to him and turned his attention to the path on the left. 'Come this way Dark One, I know what you seek.' As if it was through instinct, or as if he was caught in a hypnotic trance Kyrel obeyed walking on the path to the left which was barely lit through torches which illuminated the markings on the wall. As he walked, he had stepped on a tile and as the tile pressed downwards and rose up as Kyrel moved on the left wall opened up quickly. Several beasts came out, after thousands of years guarding the Temple and laying in dormant they have finally appeared. The Tuk'ata Ancient hounds that could live for millennia and were used by the Ancient Sith to guard their tombs, and were mostly found on Korriban, but the beasts that have awoken were hungry and craved flesh clearly sensing the battle going on the surface, the made there way in Kyrel's direction.

Kyrel continued on his path unaware of what he had unleashed, He than sensed something but was unsure of what it was, he than felt that it wasn't the Jedi but something far more darker. Than he saw several pairs of glowing red eyes stare at him, and with a snap hiss his Lightsaber activated the crimson blade revealing the beasts that stood before him, they were eyeing both him and Star as if they were a hungry piece of meat and than growled, Kyrel knew very little of these creatures but he didn't want to fight just yet unless there were no choice. He extended his hand out as if to use his dark will to dominate the creatures. He spoke to them angrily, his commanding baritone making itself known that he was in no mood to be kept from what he was after. "Leave now, I am the one to pass here unharmed, now bow down as my will is now yours, this I command of you."

The creatures merely growled and hissed at the armored figure which they had deemed unworthy to continue, and in a instance one of them instantly lunged at Kyrel biting into his left arm, it's red eyes staring at Kyrel with raging fury as the only to be worthy of going through was to know the Language of the Ancient Sith which Kyrel did not know. Kyrel glared at the creature with his black lenses, and said coldly his tone laced with venom and the intent to kill. "I see the decision is made for you than." He quickly knocked the beast backwards, and while it was still confused he moved his saber in a upwards slash with his saber arm cutting the Tuk'ata hound in two while it let out a cry in pain. The other hounds roared and moved slowly as if they were going in for the kill. they stopped as if they heard a familiar voice speak to them. 'Leave the boy, bring him to me.'
The hounds stopped there advance, and ran back into the depths of the darkness leaving there bisected comrade on the floor. Kyrel kept his saber activated just incase he should encounter the Jedi, traps, or worse for that matter. He thought to himself curiously. 'That is most strange they did not attack me when they did. They must be leading me to something, either way I shall find what I seek.'

Meanwhile the droids were following close behind Kyrel as the one who was Vader spoke to Sidious "He is close Master." The mecha Sidious looked pleased as they kept on the trail and responded. "Good apprentice soon our prey will be ours." He said and than stopped, as mecha Vader was held to the ground with the Force making the hologram disappear and showing it's true form, it struggling to be free from the grip that was placed upon it, but it couldn't get out as it was held there. Sidious only looked in surprise as he said. "What.." And than was thrown to the wall, and it's systems being heated as it's form disappeared. It kept trying to struggle but to no avail it than busted violently into flames, and than crashed to the floor with a thud ending the last of the droids.

The Tuk'ata traveled through the maze that was the temple, and made it's way over to the tomb where they stood guarding the room. The shadowy figure move. It sat on the throne it used to inhabit so long ago. It spoke only to himself as he sensed the Jedi. "It has been so long, and yet so much has changed, but when I have a new body than I will have my revenge on the Jedi, and make myself known to the galaxy once more, I just hope the specimen makes it past the maze to here if the Jedi don't catch him first. No matter there is much to be done with so little time, but first I must live again." He said as he let out a laugh and waited for the mechanical monstrosity or the Jedi to arrive.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Allies - [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Anika Nygaard"]

Stardust looked at kyrel as they contouned, she followed close behind him looking both ways in front and then behind her as she could feel the jedi close to them

However she then looked around seeing the bony remains of those that had either ventured in or been sealed...and so many trinkets her curiosity to pick one up was apparent but she held back...never know what it could do

Then...the hungry beasts appeared, the red glares of kyrel saber reflecting off of them, her blades moved into a defesince position as she eyed them, these were ancient animals...she could tell just by looking at them, she listened to kyrel, soon when one leaped at him another did her and she moved to the side and sliced it at a angle letting it fall into two nearly cut pieces. Her blades readied again then suddenly they back off and led them in the maze

However she felt it grow colder, they were close to something very very dark...and she was ready to see what it was...

As they navigates the maze her mind moved to the sabers, after some thinking...she thought maybe these sabers gave her that power she was feeling, as she had felt as if she had barely used the force...research would be needed after this battle

 

[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"]
• ENEMIES:
• Engaging - [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

Nearby: [member="Koshka Scalvez"]

NPC Forces:
Nature Lovers

A mere second ago, Grozkalla's fingers squeezed the trigger, sending a disruptor bolt capable of tearing through phrik armor and leaving a thumb sized hole straight for the Iron Tyrant's torso. The Wookiee general prepared to fire again, only to find a sudden and incomprehensible pain shoot through his mind, disrupting all focus.

"Rrrrrawwwrrrrr."

His aide, Ayyylmao, turned to find a human focused on the general. Ayyylmao took quick and decisive action, firing repeatedly at Falkrowe with his bowcaster.

 

[Kaili Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari]

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[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member=Vexen] [member=Carach] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member=FN-888] [member=FN-4077] [member="Andor Callro 457"]

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The girl let in a quick inhale and exhale to stave off her nerves. She loved flying, but the take-offs and landings still gave her the shivers. It was the last few remnants that didn’t seem to go away since she had experienced the ship crash all those years ago. By many accounts it was something you’d think she’d be rid of by now, but with each successful landing and take-off she found the fear subside.

She flicked the switch to start the engines, prepped them to go and dropped out at the carrier’s ember ‘clear’ signal. The engines revved up, the microjump kicked into gear and the girl was sent flying towards the planet in the distance as Asmus and his friends disappeared at the blink of an eye.

“Great,” She sighed in relief. “No one around, I might as well…”

The girl eased up. She sunk into the seat’s embrace and let her mind explore every crook and corner of the shuttle that she had been offered. In an instant she felt the tension that had built up at the back of her mind let go as her fingers dipped into the technically-sensitive-information.

She wasn’t stealing anything — not today at least. She was merely letting her mind rest the only way she knew how. With a constant stream of information and pulses whispering sweet nothings into her mind. Realspace kicked back into view as did the planet she’d set out to find a few hours ago. Asmus had not been lying when he said it would make for a quick trip.

The world shield operators hailed her, Kaili hailed back and after providing them with the passcodes required over a secure channel she was let in through the world’s shield and set on a course for the SIS base.

Handing the controls over to a nearby droid she opted to check out Micah’s video again. She needed a plan, and right now that meant looking up the GeoTag. She didn’t like it, but it was the only way she could think of having a shot in the dark at actually finding them.

Kaili was officially on Rutan.

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[Taheera Sollo]

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

Myrtle-ellipses looked up at the sith's armored form as if she could see past the mask and who he really was. She was seeking to understand him not merely for curiosity sake but on a deeper level because with understanding there was a chance for hope. A chance for a conversation that might begin to pave the road for peace.

Maybe it was futile. But she'd never stop trying. She'd seen enough war and death already to know that war was just as futile. In the end.

But the Sith had made his choice the moment his armored boot touched the soil. She was a defender and a protector like Trex and Rebel and Rekha...all the others. Trex was certainly no politician and she knew his action was inevitable. Still, the Mirialan couldn't help the slight tick in her jaw.

Lips parted as Trex's shots were fired as if she wanted to say more but the moment was gone and maybe it was never there to start with - just an illusion. Maybe they should've taken Rekha up on her drink offer. A mixture of steely determination, grief, and sorrow crossed her tattooed cheeks as she raised her wrist-ion beamer and fired at the Sith just after Trex. She knew the Sith wouldn't hesitate to kill her or them. But she wouldn't sacrifice her morals as a healer. She'd fight to stop and disarm. But she wouldn't kill. Not today. She'd killed before. And she knew she would again. But not today.

Maybe then a conversation could begin.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Ty Rellius"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"]

"You mistake indifference for incompetence." Was the only reply, and he hefted his silver-bladed saber into a low guard position in front of his body.

He realized Ty was speaking to him, and gave a muted, "Just lend me a hand." He remarks, not realizing how literally his 'ally' might take such a statement. In his ear, his comm crackled, an intermediary informing him of a request sitrep from Aeron. His response was terse.

<Vader's Castle under Siege. Outcome unclear.>

Smiling beneath his helmet, he nods to Samka. "Are you going to show me, or tell me?"

 

[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 she spoke, Connor knew what was to come. He'd been on the end of this attack before, and she knew when to fight dirty and to silence the enemy.

Electric Judgement burst from her, and at the same Connor raised his hands to push an energy shield towards the bright green bolts to deflect them. The flash on his visor was near blinding, but he held it there, the bolts spitting this way and that, slamming into the walls and absorbing into the ground.

"They will find out soon enough,” he hissed.

She was more deplorable than him. Hiding behind a facade of a life, making others suffer for her cowardice. She wouldn't let up on the attack, and he knew he it was over. Closing his eyes, he blew out a breath before turning his hands down to the floor. The energy barrier imploded and the Judgment sparked again, blasting him back into the far wall with the pipe debris, back slamming first before dropping him down, slumping over.

The world went black for a moment...he could hear things...feel things...his hands moved, but felt heavy.

He tried to lift his head, but the helmet was too heavy.

Conserve...strength....

His muscles burnt and they went limp as he passed out.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Northern Plains
Allies: [member="Braith Achlys"],
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
Objective: Regular Broadcast of Killing Jedi.
Equipment: Graush Dynasty Armour, Hydrastaff, X-11E

Before the second opponent had arrived, the one who unmistakably had a similar face to himself when he had been a Junior Officer in the First Order's Military. Curious. But the hostility towards him, A'sharad, was palpable. He could sense it coming off of him as his hand went for his evident Handcannon.

A'sharad didn't draw a weapon, instead, he lifted his left hand, a crimson hued bubble coming into life in the very space that surrounded Trextan. First, the bolts would've bounced against the front of the shield, the part that was in front of the Handcannon, and thus between him and Trextan, before bouncing about inside of it as it encompassed the area around him. It was a brief one however, just long enough to confuse, and hopefully surprise the teenager when his attack had no effect, except upon himself. However, when the Mirialan fired her wrist ion beamer at him, he let slip an annoyed sound as he was struck by the ion beam / bolt.

Although the armour was duraplast and duraplast did have some form of resistance against Ion and EMP attacks, it was also layered with phrik. The ion attack traveled through his armour, but when it made contact with the surface, it dispersed across it, temporarily locking in place and halting his movements. But that was only for a moment.

His right hand reached back to remove the sonic rifle from his back, his gauntlets flew over the controls and the toggles to put in place the systems he wanted. He didn't often use ranged weaponry, but he had learned some time ago how to employ these uncivilized weapons. He was after all, the leader of the First Order's Army, and currently held the most accolades of any military office, both Navy and Army. It'd be unthinkable if it were thought of him that he couldn't fire a blaster, or use something as simple as a sonic weapon.

He pulled the trigger.

"Shame," he said, too low for it to be picked up by the vocoders of his suit. He opted for a wide spread shot, weaker, but effective to knock them all back. It'd reach across the distance between him and the hostiles quickly. It'd be up to them as to how they responded to the attack. The Jedi had lost their opportunity for a peaceful resolution. The only one who would be spared was the Mirialan, though he'd make sure to beat her to near death before he stopped.

The others would die quick.

They had looked for a fight.

And so they had found death.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Barkesh South, GA Base
Objective: Take to the skies!
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Grozkalla"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Koshka Scalvez"], [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
Gear: Non-descript saber, Selka Ventus' Lightsaber, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade, Fading Cloak
Forces: 80 ORC Marines

"Halzyn, take your men and follow...her." The Rogue ordered, indicating the OP Prex. He'd only just realized that he hadn't yet gotten her name. Not that it mattered now. "Get you and your men patched into ORC/GA channels and make sure that the Sith stay the feth outta the house. I don't want them dragging in the mud." As the group made it into the hanger, Dax and Kumi broke off from the remainder of the others and began to make a beeline for the Azalea while Halzyn hustled off to take control of his troops. "Azalea, get ready to make way, we're providing support, lets get the FO off our boys backs and take out any air support."

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"Get off your asses you lazy moof-milkers! We got stormies to kill!" the Soldier called as he donned his helmet, the visor's light flickering on and off for a moment before alighting blue. "Get yourselves hooked into friendly communications and get ready to move out!" all around, the rag tag group of soldiers checked their gear one last time, clicks and whirs going around as blasters and slugthrowers were examined, helmets and armor locked for combat. "The First Order has already landed in the North! We think more are coming right here. Lets make sure they think twice about knocking on the door!"

 

[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"]

"Captain Rekha...bringing up drinks just made me fall in love with you, at any point just toss that bottle my way. I'm always better when I'm under the influence."

One of the scarred looked at him, he shrugged "Whaa...? It's true!"

He hadn't been picking up a scent or sound initially, more than likely because he was slightly nervous that he wouldn't be able to. "Damn..." funny how emotions impacted your abilities, having confidence was a thing...and it was needed now more than anything.

Get it together...

Then his nose senses started tingling, he caught something and would likely be one of the first to look up if anything. Though by time he caught on they were already face to face, so he wasn't quick enough. He lowered his hand, reached behind his back to place it on the hilts of his lightsabers.

"How about that bottle now...I gotta power up" he whispered while they were in the middle of a stand off, Trex fired first and he gripped his blade by the perpendicular hilt, while Taheera went in second. He took this time to maneuver himself around for an ambush of sort if he could pull it off without being clumsy.

Alright, time for me to get serious!

From slightly behind Fake Vader, he reached out with the force to throw his weapon slightly off its intended targets. With a subtle and quick application of telekinesis he intended to pull the mans rifle upwards so that the blast went into the air instead of going for the group. Regardless the high pitched wail forced Rebel to his knees as his ears would burst with pain from how sensitive they were. For a few minutes he sat there covering his ears.

Get up!

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: The North Plains of Barkhesh
Objective: Keep the lines open
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Braith Achlys"]
Equipment: Woebringer | Thunderclap | Taozin amulet (basically two blasters and a necklace)


And now it begins she looked over at Rebel, "I'll be sure to pass the bottle in a bit" Battles weren't usually the place to keep it light but today it felt like the right things to do. It was nerves. She could count on both hands how long it had been since she had been in battle. Or faced a Force user. Spark and the blonde were taking on a Sith, she had been standing there...what planet. eh no time to really put thought into it.

Her ears were hurting, opening her mouth wider trying to keep balanced the sound from the weapon fired was meant to hurt. She couldn't help but be pushed back if just to protect her hearing. Already on her knees she bent over reaching up with both hands to cover her ears.

Feth feth feth. It hurt. She felt her heart pounding as her blood pressure rose with her level of pain. She couldn't stay down, she wouldn't stay down. She tried to look up was the enemy moving towards them.

She couldn't hear anything except the roar of the sonics around her. She shook her head furiously hoping to counter the effects.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

L O C A T I O N​

Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner​

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A L L I E S​

IN SCENE​

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]​

NEARBY​

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

[member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]​

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E N E M I E S​

IN SCENE​

[member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

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The massive figure of [member="Pharazon Draken"] might have terrified Natasi, were he not clad in the armor of the First Order stormtrooper. She let out a sigh of relief upon his entry into the situation, her hand going to her midsection. "Captain Draken," she said, returning his salute with more enthusiasm than skill, her voice ringing with relief. "Lieutenant Cain -- you are most welcome aboard, gentlemen. I think you've spoken to Lieutenant Mondel. This is Dr. [member="Irajah Ven"]," she said, indicating the doctor to her side before once more returning her attention to Draken.

"We need to get out of this ship. The engineering team -- or what's left of it -- reports that conditions on the planet are likely to cause the reactor to overheat and rupture. We obviously need to be offboard by then. We have some time -- what was it, Lieutenant?"

Mondel replied dutifully: "Likely an hour, maybe more."

"An hour before the reactor could potentially go. We should be engaging in the assault on the mining facility by then," she instructed, glancing at her wristwatch. She was dismayed to see that the face on the timepiece, an antique silver production that had been passed down her mother's family since the plague years, had shattered. The counting mechanism had stopped. She glanced to the side and slipped her watch off, tucking it into a pouch on her belt, before turning her attention back to the conversation, which had turned to a tactical one. Possible enemies were in the vicinity. Her stomach dropped.

"Well handled, Captain Draken," Natasi muttered distractedly, twisting at her wrist where her watch had just been. By now, Captain [member="Rexus Wenck"] had joined the party. "If there are enemies in range, it would be foolish to expose my presence to them," she said quietly. "Do you suppose it would be worth it to disguise myself in a set of standard stormtrooper armor? There were a few troopers who were on the shorter side -- about my size?" she asked. "And hers," she added, hooking her thumb at [member="Irajah Ven"] before glancing around at the parties involved. "What do you think? Rig this ship to blow, make them think whoever was left aboard is dead?"

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Atheus"]

Jack could sense that the pain train was pulling into the station and headed straight for him. He would show this pathetic Grey Walker how useless his attacks were against the might of the Dark Side. He dispelled the two other Darkshears and used their ambient energy to brace the Force defense around his body. In fact, Force power defense around his being was his sole focus as he attempted to prove a point.

"You know not of the dark side."

So, he was a Dark sider after all. This was uncanny. Jack had yet to meet a single light-sider in the Galactic Alliance.

It was this realization of Atheus' true nature that let the cold seed of doubt sprout in the back of his mind. It was this seed of doubt that created a fracture point in his defense. As the full power of Force Destruction bore down upon Jack, he mistook, if only for a split moment, the flood of dark energy rushing upon him as the coming of death. In this moment, he thought to himself,

'I'm coming, Sarah...'

He wasn't dead, though. He was unscathed...except for the fact that he was pretty much nude, now. Given the fact that Force Destruction vaporizes on contact and that his armor and lightsaber were made of his father's design using general, somewhat basic materials, Jack was left standing in black Hanes briefs and black socks. Everything else was gone. His Force power defense had only been strong enough to protect barely anything beyond his own physical body.

At first, Jack was simply shocked and staring at the ground for a couple seconds, lost to the world. Then, his pale face went crimson with heated embarrassment as reality sunk in. His hands went up to instinctively cover his bare chest and he started shifting from foot to foot because the black soil felt like hot sand at a beach.

"Y-you p-p-p-pervert!" stammered a mortified Jack before he turned and ran back in the direction of their shuttle. He wasn't sticking around to find what dastardly intentions Atheus had in mind. As he ran, he muttered out loud to himself,

"Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot..." as he made his way over the land. It was a long way back to the shuttle...

 

[Hansen]

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

Spoiler: Equipment

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

Helden doesn't notice FN-4077's icy gaze from behind her in the troop compartment. Her eyes are focused on scanning the terrain, their tank whizzes down over the stones beside the river. Joan's gaze is graced with the sight of fish leaping from the water over the fjords every now and again, unable to help but pay the movement some measure of attention. The repulsor-moved tank vibrates softly up through the hull walls and seats. FN-888 shifts uncomfortably and refocuses on the commander's computer panel just before her helmet's countenance. Helden's right-hand reaches back overhead and pulls the tank's hatch up and over the Cupola and pushes the locking lever forward. "Gat, I want you to take us into whatever is scrambling the lifeform readings in the target area. Don't stop, just keep driving." FN-888 inwardly hopes that with the hatch closed they'd minimise their radar and power-source signature from the routine scans she suspects are being performed. "Keep close to the river." Joan orders a subtle correction in their course, pivoting the periscope-filled cupola to the left with gloved hands. "Charge laser cannon capacitors for low-power, high cyclic rate." A brief 'hum' fills the Troop compartment, the tank's pair of Heavy Laser cannons are set to low-power to increase their rate of fire. FN-888 expecting infantry and potentially light fortifications. "Load concussion missiles." Gat presses a button on his driver's console between hands clasping the handle-bar like driving apparatus. "Up!" He replies, signalling the concussion missiles are ready; Perfect for destroying hostile vehicles or even punching holes through thick walls, the Vehicle Trooper begins to understand what the Captain is planning. The Stormtroopers within the troop compartment reluctantly offer Sub-Zero nervous glances, her silence amplified the intimidating presence provided by the Scouttrooper's reputation as an indiscriminate killer. The question was on their minds; How many lives have you taken?

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

 

[Ellie Mors]

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Location: Barkhesh, Northern Plains
Objective: Secure Northern Plains; Raise a Rival
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

The flames that had swept across the clearing, and over the trees, had indeed encircled the witch, leaving her untouched only because of the thinness of oxygen in the air that created a thin barrier of sorts between her and the fire. The heat still licked at her armor, warming her pale skin, but it left her unharmed - just as she had hoped it would do to the arrival. Much to her surprise, far and away exceeding her expectations for the masters of force that practiced drawing on its power as though it were some all-encompassing and ethereal entity rather than a primal font of power, the new arrival did not merely survive the flames but put them out in much the same manner of ability that Braith had utilized to create them - altering their surroundings through the energies of the force that dwelt within nature rather than forcing change with their own reserves as a conduit. She did not know the stranger, nor did she know the full extent of her abilities, but she could respect someone who could show the goddess that her art was not dead.

She could have moved - could have acted - to halt what it was that she planned to do, to prevent the quenching of her flames, but she was curious - she wanted to know what this stranger could do, if she could measure up to the skills seen in the wars that had scorched civilizations and spawned religions. With the arrival of moisture in the air, the increased speed of wind, and the cooling of temperature it appeared that the witch would not be disappointed just yet. She could smell the water before the droplets fell, feel the chill on her face before the winds picked up, and still she did nothing as the water rained from the heavens, like the answer of a defiant nation to the punishment by its deity. Were this not to become the heat of battle she would have smiled, and were she not assaulted by a billowing wind that created tremendous pressure on her chest and pulled her hood back from her face she would have applauded her for her ability. But both of those events occurred, and the witch did not have the ability to simply will herself to stay rooted to the ground by sheer willpower - she was lifted half a foot up from the ground and flown backwards through the air, as though a large fist had struck her midsection, and found herself colliding against the steaming bark of what had been the center of a tree.

'Absolutely wonderful.' The Alunrovaan thought to herself, rising from the remains of the tree with a firm set frown. The sunlight had been blotted out by the clouds of the storm, and the rain had continued to pour - much to her appreciation. She had landed on her posterior, practically sitting on the ground, surrounded by the charred, yet wet, remains of an old tree, and rose first with the reaching of her left hand - a hand which froze the tree, the water, and the ground it touched. She pushed herself up, the chilling freeze growing as she rose, until the water which fell from the sky was nearly a hail - a sleet of sorts, perhaps, but she required no superficial gestures of the hand, only an annoyance and a momentary glare towards the sky and earth. The change in the atmosphere was slightly more subtle, snow and sleet intermingling with the rain at first, appearing in full only as she stood to address her enemy. "You have many more tools at your disposal than the mere breath of wind." Braith called out, not so cruel as to not instruct her adversary on perhaps a better approach to the previous maneuver. "Just as there is greater danger in the cold than ice and rain." She muttered, this time raising her right hand with a gesture one might give to accept another's. Rather than conjure a wall of ice, or something quite so inefficient, the witch's gesture lowered the temperature still whilst forcing the icy particles that fell from the sky to rub against another - to create friction.

And, as one might expect out of such conditions, a static charge built through the air and from it was borne electricity - a lesser variant of lightning, if one might consider it such. To strike down her adversary in such a showy form would certainly be pleasing, but she doubted anyone who was able to both create and control a storm would be put down by something so trivial as a surge of electricity. Curious, perceptive, violet eyes watched the woman hungrily.

Would she impress the witch further?

 

[Garza]

Location: Alkor's Backside
Objective: Keep and Eye on an old friend.
Allies: GA, [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"],
Enemies: FO, [member="Zmej Ren"], , [member="Jack Mirrikh"],
Gear: Lightsaber, Sword, Pistol, Left arm, Armor, Charges,
Music Selection: Claim your Weapons - Christian Reindl

Strange... Instead of completely destroying the man, it removed all of his armor. The only reason I could come up with it was he protected himself, but neglected to defend his armor. The Destructive force I threw at the man could have killed him. Yet I recall that he has created two more of these bolts that were being thrown at me. There was only one. So did he fire all three, or did he reserve the last two and used those as a shield to defend himself?

Either way, He ran away like a little girl in his black boxers. I was wouldn't have been surprised if instead he was wearing some anime, or tv show logo on them. Either way, I let the man run away. No need to fight him because he knew I could have easily continued my assault. However, that was not my top priority. Turning over to Alkor, I saw the two there. Shooting at one another in such rage, I had to stop it. The orange cloud that had been there was dissipating, but left a heavy effect against Alkor. I couldn't get near him unless I wanted to start feeling pain.

Instead, I focused my efforts and limiting the battle to be in Alkor's favor, while slowly trying to ween the man out of his rage. Reaching out with my left hand, I focused the force upon the Knight of Ren. She was so focused on Alkor, she may have forgotten about the fight that was happening over here. Leaving an opening for me to jump in.

I was not sensing her. No. I was focusing upon the rifle she held. Trying to find anything out about this weapon to stop it from working. Anything at all. Using what limited knowledge of weapons I knew, and hearing the sonic blasts, I thrust my technical prowess in Mechu-deru. The ability to learn about technology, and use it to your will. I was trying to find what weaknesses this weapon had. Finding the power source, I smiled.

Easily reaching out with the force. Simple telekinesis would grasp onto the power cell. Damaging it would only likely turn it off. However, powercells when put under pressure, can be completely shut down. However, it ended with rather explosive results. With Telekinesis, I crunched down on the powercell. Aiming to break it and possibly make the weapon detonate in her own hands. Not only would this allow Alkor a break from the constant damage he was taking, but also possibly damage the user.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective: Loot a corpse.
Location: Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner
Allies: [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="HK-36"] | @Elliott Locke
Loadout: First Order Officers Uniform| First Order Officers Greatcoat| 2x VX Grenades| 1x Thermal Detonators | Riot Baton| 1x Nerve Injector| T-7 Ion Disruptor | SE-44C Blaster Pistol.

Rexus immediately knew who was in front of him as she revealed himself. The captain saluted, "Ma'am!" He barked at the top of his lungs, before standing to attention. The stormtroopers behind him also stood to attention. Rexus hadn't imagined that the Grand Moff herself would take such a front line approach. In fact, for Rexus it was quite an admirable thing. The captain quietly listened and nodded as the Moff began to run through the situation, what she needed and other details. "Sounds like a good one," Rexus mused, referring to the explosion, "Keep 'em guessing." He added with a chuckle, "Now, to that uniform, Shorty, front and centre, Moff needs a uniform."

There was no movement, and a gruff voice barked back, "No thank you sir." The trooper said, Rexus turned in surprise, and eyed Shorty. Shorty wasn't a tall man, in fact, he was a little over Grand Moff Fortan's size, at five foot nine.

"That's an order Shorty, y'know as well as I do you need to follow it." Rexus said, his voice dangerously low, "Take the uniform off, now."

"Cap'n, with all due respect, I ain't dying for her." Shorty replied, his gruff voice quivering, "I-I-I g-got..." His voice began to break underneath Rexus' glare.

"Got a what?" Rexus asked, his voice firm and his gaze intense from behind the helmet.

"I got a girl boss," Shorty stammered, "She's real nice, real sweet. I-I-I'm not about to-to throw it all away. She's nice, smart, and by you haven't seen her legs. Sir, you don't understand!" He rambled, "They go on for-"

"Enough!" Rexus venomously snapped, "E-kriffing-nuff!" He glared at Shorty, before eyeing the rest of the Gunners. "Alright, any of the rest of you up to show the Moff the courtesy of your armour?" He asked.

There were some sheepish head shakes, and a slow chorus of "No's".

Rexus looked at them all, "Alright, you lot are the most pathetic, cowardly arseholes I have ever laid my eyes on." He growled, "You mangy pack of flea ridden wankers, I hope you all contract the clap from your next knob jockeying." He added, "Come on Twigg." Rexus growled, walking further into the wreck of the ship.

"Why am I coming?" Twigg asked.

"I'm gonna flash my bollocks and have my way with you." Rexus sardonically replied.

"Really?" Twigg asked, following close behind.

"Of course not you karking maggot," Rexus growled, venturing further into the wreck of the ship, "I'm gonna need help hauling this armour off to the Moff when I find a replacement."

"Well," Twigg replied, "We better be quick with all this about a reactor explosion."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know." Rexus snapped, "Karking hell, let's hurry." Rexus snarled, looking around the ruined ship. Corpses littered the floor from the impact of the ship. None of which were unfortunately enough stormtroopers. Rexus was careful to step over the bodies, had this been GADF scum, he'd most likely have stuck the heel in, and probably tinkled on the bodies. But these were friends. Allies, who deserved better than atomization at the hands of a hypermatter reactor. Rexus paused over an officer, slumped over a crate of F-11D rifles. He was tall, well muscled and wore an officers greatcoat, with tunic and cap.

The stormtrooper gently lifted the man, and then let him fall with a dull thud. Twigg gagged at the sight. The man had had a large piece of shrapnel blown into his skull. Fragments of the late officers cranium and grey matter dotted the chest of the tunic, and the top of the crate. His eyes were bloodshot, still in a state of surprise.

"Well, what now?" Twigg asked, wincing a little at the sight.

"You take two of those rifles out," Rexus ordered, "I'll get to uh, stripping my friend here."

Twigg nodded, and quickly began to unlock the crate, while Rexus began to unbutton the officers tunic. There was something so strange about it. Despite the brutal way this man had been extinguished, he was, well peaceful. Rexus gently closed his eyelids. There was something unnerving about that. He didn't like the idea this man was looking from the ether upon a man stripping him bare. Slowly and methodically, Rexus took off the tunic, undershirt and then moved to the trouser.

"We're really going to take those off too?" Twigg asked, dropping the two rifles off with a clatter, "I don't want to see some dead mans tackle."

"And what, I'm going to storm some mining platform with my own tackle hanging out?" Rexus questioned, clearly irritated, "Go kark yourself." Twigg sighed and averted his eyes, as Rexus began to gently slide the trousers down his still warm legs. He quickly moved to the mans boots, untying them, and then pulled the coat off.

"So, uh, what now?" Twigg asked.

"It's my turn." Rexus replied, unsealing his helmet, and letting it fall on the durasteel hull with a clunk. Carefully and methodically, Captain Wenck took off his own armour, and the sealing underneath the plating. The trooper laid down all his inventory, until he was but in his bare briefs. Already he could feel the heat radiating. Sweat coalescing on his skin, beads running down his forehead . The trooper turned to Twigg, who was watching, in a strange form of fascination, "Piss off pervert." Rexus snapped, "If you're gonna look, have the courtesy to take a picture. It'll last longer."

As quick as he undressed, Rexus redressed himself, now as an officer. He tentatively dusted away the fragments of skull, though the bloody marks of brain splatter still remained as bloody stains. "How do I look?"

"Like someone way smarter than you are." Twigg smugly quipped.

Rexus rolled his eyes, and knelt over the pile of armour plates he'd discarded, and began to take his effects. He took his pistol, and slid it into the holster on his belt, slid the victory cigarette into his officer cylinder pocket. He then strapped the riot baton to his leg, and slung his rifle along his back, "I won't be able to carry all these grenades," he mused, "Let's hope the good doctor or Grand Moff are good shots."

Twigg nodded his acknowledgement, and walked with Rexus in silence back to where the others were waiting. Twigg bore the armour plating, while Rexus carried the helmet beneath his arm, and the two F-11D rifles in the other. "Here you go ma'am, one set of FO-2 armour."

 

[Kaida Taldir]

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


There was a strong element of irony to this confrontation. Neither of the two combatants had any real stake in the 'eternal conflict between Light and Dark'. Both hailed from cultures that had evolved outside of the Jedi-Sith dichotomy. Braith was an ancient witch from an age that preceded the rise of the two aforementioned sects. Kaida's people, the Eldorai, had evolved in isolation from the rest of the Galaxy, before being forcibly opened up when the Dark Age came to a close.


Few of them ever became Jedi or Sith because their deeply ingrained beliefs clashed so strongly with either sect. Ironically, their Force-users, or Sciians, as they were called in the native tongue, all possessed an affinity for elemental powers. Naturally few of them could summon storms on command, but alteration of the environment around them provided them with their power.


Rain fell from the cloud-filled heavens in droves, soaking the ground beneath them, while the winds billowed across the clearing, howling loudly. The superstitious might have compared it to the cry of a wrathful goddess. Kaida was not among them. Ashira had been real, but she had never been divine. Though the rainfall did its part to reduce visibility a bit, she kept her eyes on her opponent. The unknown witch was blown away by the wind that struck her like a mighty fist, but quickly rallied herself.


Given what she sensed from her aura, Kaida was not surprised. Part of her was curious about her adversary's identity. She'd already concluded that she was no Ren. Coldness spread across the clearing as the falling rain turned into icy particles, snow beginning to spread across the ground. The rapid chill was not unwelcome to Kaida. The frost mage did better in colder temperatures, much like a fire adept would thrive in a binary furnace such as Tatooine.


No words left the Seraph's frosty lips when the witch, unexpectedly, addressed her. She was too straight-laced to exchange banter during combat, alas. Her companion Askari would have made witty quips and possibly asked her worthy opponent if she had a moment of time for their Lady and Saviour the Great Goddess Ashira.


Rather Kaida's attention was focused on the subtle ripples in the Force as the sorceress manipulated the aforementioned particles. She could feel the static charge build up and braced herself. It was not a moment too soon, for suddenly electricity burst forth from the sky and swept down towards her with a loud shriek and a bright flash.


In the same moment as it came down upon her, Kaida raised her right hand to, quite literally, grab the lightning that sought to dispense judgement upon her like the proverbial lightning bolt of the goddess. Her hand clenched into a fist as she pulled the energy into it, glowing brightly with a white light. The absorption was not without pain, for it surged through her hand and up her arm, as she assimilated the stream of electricity. She felt a strong burning sensation rush through her hand, flooding it and making it feel like it was on fire, but despite shaking she persevered. Pain was just weakness leaving the body. There would be burns and bruising.


The electronic systems of her armour did not emerge unscathed. Her suit was equipped with earthing rods to dissipate electrical charges to a degree, but the systems of her jetpack were disrupted, with sparks flying. Should she need to make a getaway at some point, the ARGH designed jets would be no use. For a moment, her HUD went haywire before it rebooted itself.


The Seraph breathed in. Her gauntlets covered her hands once more, then she unslung her battle shield and took it in one hand, whilst her other, the dominant one, pulled her lightsabre into her grasp, though she did not ignite it yet.


The energy she'd absorbed, along with what she could pull from the world around her, was unleashed upon her opponent in a precise, focused manner. As the temperature in the air dropped rapidly, the Seraph's ethereal power was locked upon her opponent's insides.


Specifically, upon her lungs. Siobhan Kerrigan, if she were here, would have tried something crude like crushing one. Kaida could not stand the firemaned Countess, but this writer digresses. So without further ado what Kaida attempted to do was to flood them with a hideous amount of fluid.


Nothing like drowning on land, with fluids forced into your lungs. The Seraph obviously did not expect to knock her opponent out of the game through this attack, but this sort of manoeuvre tended to be quite painful and complicate your breathing, to say the least. At the same time, Kaida slowly advanced, her sword and shield ready, but in a cautious manner, not rushing forward.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[SIZE=10.5pt]All art credit for banners to FO people who made them! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE[/SIZE]
5 minutes for the World shield to fully deploy. Still under the Darksky shield.

[SIZE=10.5pt]ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Aeron Kreelan - OP prex, ground commander at base[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base with Aeron and Dax[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner trying to get some Jorus tail[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Alyce Hawke"] - flying nearby; pew pewing any First Order Dropships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Dax Fyre"] - At GA Base with Aeron and Michael[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Grozkalla"] - [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Nature Lovers[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] coordinating ground stuff, incl. anti-air missiles; charging Kaine and Co.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]ENEMIES: First Order[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; walking inbound[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; crashed?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; cursing Kaine and crashed[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][member="Jorus Merrill"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ 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." ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The chirp of Merrill’s voice came piping in through Aeron’s earwig. Earlier in the year, when the tensions between First Order and the Galactic Alliance had first sent it’s ripples throughout this side of the Galaxy, there had been intel to suggest that the First Order had some form of Force Organization within its ranks. It hadn’t been until the conflict over Kaeshana that the truth of the matter had brought with it an undeniable truth; the First Order certainly had its own signature form of Force Users, but they also employed former known Sith Lords at large from the One Sith Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Hearing that their uninvited guests with red lightsabers coming their way was not unexpected for the Prex.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Hope you are ready to bash some heads, Sardun.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Aeron told [member="Michael Sardun"], moving to comm back to [member="Jorus Merrill"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Copy that, we are on our way. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Turning to [member="Dax Fyre"], Aeron gave a grateful nod at his offer, hearing him direct Halzyn to follow the Omega Pyre Prex. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Kreelan,” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]she told him, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] “Omega Pyre Prex. Aeron Kreelan.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] now they had the names done as Dax and Kumi ran off. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“And knock ‘em dead.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright,”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Aeron gave a wave of her hand, gesturing for the Kathol reinforcements along for the Omega Pyre ground pounders and Alliance GADF to track her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Let’s roll!” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she shouted, leaving her helm off to the side to allow her to grab a MK-1 bolter. This was going to be fun.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]Back on FLEETCOM Sullust, more information from the planets across the sector were coming in. It was patchy, but vitally important. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Things are not looking too good over here, the FO are moving more resources to capture this mining station than previously expected, further reinforcements and air support would be appreciated.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]This was streaming in from Baron [member="HK-36"] at Mustafar. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]We have starfighters under Ultimatum's command but we could use further help dealing with their LAAT craft. Make sure other fronts are well supported first, I can distract them well enough and hold them off on my own at the ash flats for now.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Arieth gave a small sigh of relief. The first wave of reinforcements had arrived at Mustafar. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Ambassador, we have word from [member="Sarge Potteiger"].” Miei Se, comm officer of the GADF announced to the redheaded Chandrilan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“What is it?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Miei came to Arieth’s side, moving to quickly tap up a new holographic image of Mustafar. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“He has relayed that Vader's Castle under Siege. The outcome is still unclear.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Vader’s Castle?” Areith appeared confused. They had yet to really know more about this ancient ruin. After the 800 year darkness, so much information had been lost. All that had been left were mere stories and conjecture. Hearing about Vader, or Darth Vader anything, was as much as a children’s bedtime tale than anything else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Yes, Ambassador. We have yet to determine what sort of opposition they are facing, but we are sending word to Grand Marshal Omai Rhen about the situation.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Keep me up to date. Relay to Elrood to direct forces to Mustafar, Tantra to Rutan, Karfeddion to Asmeru, and Belsavis to Barkhesh.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Aye Ambassador.” [/SIZE]