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

[Kuzo]

Location: Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner
Allies In-Scene: [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Allies Nearby: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Heidi Ziegler"] [member="AR-3752"]
Enemies Nearby (?): [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

She shadowed the Grand Moff as events unfolded. Irajah wasn't military, wasn't part of the usual chain of command. It made her position here nebulous and strange, so she did the best she could to stay out of the way when her particular expertise weren't actually needed. She nodded to the armored form introduced as Captain Pharazon Draken, and again shortly after when a more familiar name of Rexus Wenck showed up. In the armor, she wouldn't have recognized him.

A small frown flickered across the Doctor's face as the blatant insubordination rippled through Wenck's soldiers. She almost spoke up, but held back, waiting to see how the scene would play out. It wasn't until Wenck stomped away, that she turned to Natasi and arched an eyebrow. It was clear both were thinking the same thing as Irajah motioned for Pharazon and Cain to follow them.

Sometimes, it was more important to simply get something done than worry about if she had authority. Oddly enough, people usually listened.

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By the time Wenck showed back up to deposit his hard won personal victory at Natasi's feet, both women were just looking at him through the eyes of the helmet's they had taken from the smallest of the troopers who had perished in the crash. After the administrative override had been applied to the biometrics, they could at least patch into the systems and communications. That didn't help the fact that both women were shorter than the smallest trooper on the ship.

The fit wasn't so terrible for Natasi, especially given that she had already been wearing a body glove beneath her uniform. But Irajah looked ridiculous. The helmet wobbled, and Cain reached over, shoving a wad of fabric up into the back of it between the inside surface and her head to stabilize the whole thing.

"Oh, thank you," came the slightly tinny response from the littlest trooper.

"I feel like a five year old wearing daddy's uniform," she muttered.

 

[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

Her eyes flashed dangerously as Connor made his last statement before her attack broke through his barrier and took him out of the fight. Did he just threaten to... Her blood was boiling at the words as she started moving to the unconscious man on the ground. A scowl was plastered over her face as she looked down on him, debating what she was going to do with him now. Him making that threat was completely unacceptable, and she would need to do something about that. Bending down, she picked up the lightsaber he had carried into battle, examining it. Clunky, inelegant... and completely not the style of weapon to fit his needs or style.

She opened the bottom of the saber, pulling out the power cell and crystal. It would be a subtle message to him to make his own lightsaber before she tossed the useless thing back down next to his unconscious body. She was still debating if she should mark him again, using a different spell that would stop him from revealing anything if he tried to... but no, not yet. If it came to it, she would handle the situation more forcefully, but until then... subtly warning him would be enough. She would take a piece of leftover flimsi and write just one four letter message to him before slipping into his robes. Simply the word Dxun would be enough to remind him of the debt he was under to her.

With that done, she needed to re-engage with the enemy and keep the castle out of their hands. But... she did have time right now to give a proper sit-rep. She had heard the message over her comlink, but hadn't been able to answer directly as she had been a little busy.

Pulling out a datapad, she opened a secure channel to Alliance Command on Sullust.

"This is Jedi Master Taeli Raaf. I'm unsure how much of the situation has been sent on, but the ruins of Darth Vader's castle are under attack by First Order forces, specifically their cult of dark siders. Requesting immediate aid and reinforcements be brought to Mustafar. The expedition here will attempt to keep them tied up until you get here. Master Raaf out."

Message sent and with that done, she turned her attention to those attacking the castle. Time to find a new dance partner.

 

[Elmont Block]

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

“There's always a bigger fish.”
– Qui Gon Jinn

Elmont did not have a wide repertoire of Jedi abilities to call on – just the basics. But given these were all he’d had to work with for the past three years, they were well honed. When you only have a limited tool-kit, you made sure each one was as well-honed as it could be.

Right now the pain in his back was a background distraction. As time wore on there was a real chance it would blossom, but he put that thought out of his mind for now. For his immediate focus was on the woman in front of him – and how much new pain she would inflict if given the chance.

So he advanced, in the standard Ataru guard, his dominant foot held back, with the blade in a vertical parry position on his right side.

Elmont didn’t smile. He didn’t see killing as something to take pleasure in – rather he saw his role much like an exterminator of rodents. They needed to be controlled and he was here to exercise that culling.

“Want does not enter into it,” he responded as she spoke. “It is merely something I need to do. And what other resort is there when a dark-sider is involved? Do you surrender? I suspect not.”

As he finished his final words, he felt the pressure on his neck. There was only one way to counter such an attack – to break the woman’s concentration. So he performed one of the trademark moves of his Form, doing his best to ignore the growing pain in his throat.

He unleashed numerous short strikes at the woman. Text-book Saber Swarm. His intention was not to kill her – that would be a fortuitous by-product. Rather he needed her focus to be on defending herself, so she could not maintain the Choke.

“And you pre-suppose I have a Master to think any less of me,” he managed to say as his flurry continued. “Even Younglings are taught about Dun Möch.”

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (Eventually): Mensix Mining Facility, Currently at Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in Scene: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]

• Allies In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Scene: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"][/SIZE]

• Enemies in Vicinity: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Six-O"]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Frontrunner Crash Site, Assist the Grand Moff and Her Staff[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 5[/SIZE]

([member="Natasi Fortan"])
[SIZE=11pt]“I would agree that disguising yourself given the current tactical situation is more than advisable, I would only point out that fitting the armour can be difficult so should you desire assistance I or any of my troops could comply” Pharazon said contemplatively in response to the Grand Moff’s question regarding disguising herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I would also support the destruction of the shuttle to prevent any information that may be gleaned from it, communication codes, tactical plans and the like, from falling into Alliance hands, concealing as much of the evidence of your own presence should, I agree, be vital” he continued, voice firm and signalling thought out agreement, rather than blind deference.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“However, I would suggest ma’am that concealing our response to the crash site will not be possible. As I am sure you heard, the perimeter has already picked up a flight of shuttles, invariably likely to be an Alliance military response to our presence here and the initial shuttle crash, neither of which are likely to have gone undetected for long. They know we have been here so destroying the shuttle and making all those here appear as if they were part of the response to the crash is of significant importance” he began again after a pause for thought and consideration as he reviewed the perimeter reports, tactical map and made his own assessments.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Keeping your identity secret must remain our utmost imperative, at least until you should desire otherwise, though I strongly suggest that our movement away from the crash site will not go unchallenged for long, though I am sure with the 189th and the troops of Captain Wenck” Pharazon nodded in a show of required respect to a fellow officer as he approached the group despite his personal feelings for the man, and then continued. “In addition to the tanks and speeders we could breakthrough to the mining facility" he said, aggression leaking into his voice, not so much over his desire to do so, but more because he suspected this was going to be what happened and that this coincidentally matched up with his and his company’s shock assault style. He was not supported by tanks often, a relished the additional tactical options and opportunities it gave him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“However, if we can destroy the shuttle fast enough and ensure that bodies are untouched around and inside it, as unsavoury as that proposition is, at least for the time being, we may be able to convince the enemy that the shuttle crashed, a response force arrived, found no survivors, and then left, as you suggested ma’am” he finished, voice evaluating of the plan, but clearly not entirely convinced it would matter if they were attacked anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Falling silent as he finished his contribution, Pharazon returned to standing nearly perfectly still and ramrod straight. As discussion turned to the source of the armour that would be provided to complete the Grand Moff’s and the good doctor’s disguise, Pharazon had to bite his lip underneath his skull like faceplate to prevent himself from reprimanding some of Wenck’s men then and there. He forced himself to restrain himself as part of the unspoken respect for other officer’s of similar ranks to command their troops as they saw fit, and if Pharazon was honest to himself, in their current situation he forced himself to realise, they had bigger problems. Should these Gundark Gunners openly and grossly disobey orders in regards to battle, flee, or attempt to betray or abandon the Moff, however, Pharazon’s response would be swift. Cain cast him a concerned look, both for the near insubordination and scandilpus comments regarding their loyalty to the Moff and over Pharazon’s potential reaction. Pharazon cared little for unnecessary bureaucracy and made it a point to request to hear the complaints and different viewpoints or suggestions of his men, but was a stern adherent to iron and unquestioned loyalty and respect to the chain of command and the proper forums for discussions or comments such as those. However, Pharazon managed to control his rising anger by knowing that the Grand Moff was firm and capable of reprimanding any should she desire to, or ordering Pharazon to do it for her. He did not wish to escalate the situation, however, as rough as Wenck was, Pharazon could see and knew he could control his troops.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When this Doctor Ven, however, gestured for Cain and himself to accompany her and the Grand Moff, Pharazon merely nodded in respect and took up pace behind them. He surmised they did not wish to wait for Wenck to finish cajoling his man and would take armour off the dead. It surprised Pharazon that this did not concern him, nor had he felt any real concern for the bodies of those who would be left with the crash site. More than surprise, this new element of casual ruthlessness concerned him. However, he had to dismiss such concerns from his mind, albeit unsuccessfully, and focus on aiding the Doctor and Moff into their armour, he knew he still cared for his own troopers, and would do anything to prevent wasting their lives, but he felt less and less about body retrieval after the horrific state some of his fallen troopers had been during their recovery after the battle of Kaeshana, bodies were swiftly becoming shells to Pharazon, something to be treated like empty shells and pragmatically once the person had died, but only after that point. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Again, however, Pharazon refocused himself on aiding with the armour, it was not a simple operation even when trained and supported to do so, and so he and Cain would offer their assistance when requested.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]As the Doctor and Moff successfully donned their armour and returned to their previous conversation point, Pharazon found himself eyeing the Doctor and her appearance in sympathetic concern. He did, however, find himself more relieved that the Grand Moff fit quite well and wore the not perfect fitting armour well in a manner similar to a Stormtrooper might do, Pharazon did not know if he felt she was totally convincing, but he was quite happy such as the situation was with the result, he also suspected she had [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]received[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] some kind of training and was at least capable in wearing it as well. Appraising the Doctor and Moff, Pharazon knew that there were troopers around their size, less the size of the good doctor but he had seen some exceptions, the rather large and generally tall Stormtroopers of his own company were hardly representative of the entire corps after all. However, there was certainly not a trooper the Doctor’s size that had died upon this shuttle, she looked, if Pharazon was to be diplomatic, absurd. However, she did not look like a Doctor likely know to associate with Grand Moff Fortan, so Pharazon contented himself with that. Pharazon also noticed that Captain Wenck was in a uniform rather than his armour, Pharazon said nothing, but could not suppress a look of contempt from briefly forming on his covered face for an instant, he controlled himself quickly and dismissed it though, none but himself knowing it had been there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As serious as Pharazon was, he could not help but stifle a very small and uncharacteristically cheerful chuckle from flowing out of his mouth. Beginning when Cain had to stabilize her helmet with cloth and continuing to Pharazon’s red faced shame and embarrassment despite it not being a very loud chuckle, when she made her muttered comment about ‘daddy’s armour’. He did not know if he was supposed to hear it, but with his helmet’s audio pickup function there was no way he could not have in such a confined space. He retracted his faceplate to expose his face to the doctor, better she saw him as a human, albeit an imposing and facially scarred like human, though than a skull faced embodiment of death and Imperial might in Pharazon’s courtly ettiquet trained reckoning. He could only do so much to put her at ease about their disguise plan, but he would do his best.[/SIZE]

([member="Irajah Ven"])

[SIZE=11pt]“Doctor Ven, do not concern yourself with your appearance, suffice it to say, you do not look like a doctor, nor does the Grand Moff a Grand Moff, I can assure you, so long as that remains the case the Alliance will have a far more pressing and deadly problem to concern themselves in the form of myself, the 189th, the other Stormtroopers, and the tanks than to consider the question, ‘aren’t those two a little short for Stormtroopers'” Pharazon said comfortingly and at the end [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]drily[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] in an attempt at some albeit dark humour to the exceedingly small and slight doctor when compared to his own giant and muscular frame. He smiled warmly, a smile that once people had remarked was handsome, charming, and disarming though now slightly sinister and grim due to the rather large and imposing scar running from below his right eye to just under his mouth line on his right cheek.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Stick close to my Stormtroopers, keep your head down and the 189th will do everything in our power to keep you and the Grand Moff safe, our lives are yours” he concluded, his expression returning to one of stoic determination, before again being covered by his faceplate and returning his attention back to both the Grand Moff and the Doctor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Should you require further assistance ma’am, Doctor, from myself or any of my Stormtroopers you have but to ask, the 189th stands ready to receive deployment orders” Pharazon said, Cain nodding dutifully in the background, willing and able to assist either of them as well, though staying quiet and dutiful as was his way when around high ranking and important officials.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The 189th stands ready to defend you and crush your enemies” he added finally, ominously as Pharazon let his suspicions on what he was soon to be ordered to do sink into his voice, intoning it with a dark, and brutal quality.[/SIZE]

 

[Micah Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

[SIZE=14pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] deploying in 10 minutes. Still under the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Vexen"] - Totally siding with the women in his life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Allyson Locke"] - The tart who got him in trouble and needs to rein herself in![/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Kaili Talith"] - The little sis who apparently needs to get a handle on her girlfriend[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="FN-888"] - AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank [member="FN-4077"] - AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Andor Callro 457"][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]Soaring over the skies, squadrons of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The S-3[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]’s along with [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]RC-2 Twilight Scoutship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s were finally nearing the point of their grid search that had them within scanning range. With the heightened awareness, all sensors, and scans picked up low energy signatures. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Got a read on some low energy signatures.] which could be anything from the locals to likely civilians. The only thing they could do is fly over for a visual inspection. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Amber Seven, got anything on the visual yet? ] The pair were closing in on [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]FN-888[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 's AT-AT Barge and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]FN-4077[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]'s TX-130T Tanks location.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Negative, keeping an eye out. ] The hum of their engines increased in volume just as they drew closer. Wu’s eyes behind his pilot’s helm gave a slight forward squint. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Amber Eight, think I have something here. ] considering how large an AT-AT Barge could be, well, it was bound to happen. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Back at the Base…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Commander Nei." First Lieutenant Carr, a Nautolan male with dark green skin and large eyes came up to him in alarm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“We have ten minutes until the Worldshield’s generator is fully activated. The system fleet is positioning itself to secure the system and so far, we have yet to make contact with any First Order naval elements.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Nei’s jaw gave a slight flex in pensive thoughts. “Keep searching. I do not want to be left with our pants down.” he swung his gaze over towards the comm Officers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Continue to enhance and send updates to Mustafar, Barkhesh, and Asmeru.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Sullust FLEETCOM and Karfeddion have reported sending reinforcements to those requesting immediate aid. Mustafar and Asmeru are under heavy attack.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Mustafar of all places?” that was confusing; who knew just what the First Order was thinking. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“All ground forces and personnel are at their designated stations sir.” while the base had some anti air and anti ground encampments, it was all under the Darksky shield. This base was made to remain hidden away, with the first line of defense the fully encasing optically shielded Darksky unit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Good, I want this entire space scanned.” with the enhanced suites from the anti stealth advanced sensors of the fleet above space, getting a stealth craft was going to be even more difficult to pass through. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“All civilian craft has been grounded Sir. The Kingdoms are fully cooperating for their safety and security with the population moving to their underground bunkers.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“We have an incoming ship.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Identify them.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A transmission was sent to [member="Kaili Talith"]’s ship requesting that she identify herself.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]On the ground, Micah Talith was still wondering just why they were in the thick of the jungle with a girl who decided to wear heels. Part of him was still confused, and okay, perhaps a bit frustrated at the fact that his youngest sister was the one out of the four Talith siblings to have a significant other. All of them had particularly high expectations when it came to finding a significant other; they could blame [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] and [member="Kira Talith"], their parents, for that issue. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Yeah, good idea.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Micah told [member="Vexen"], glancing over at [member="Allyson Locke"]’s short, ruffled mini skirt fluttering in the breeze. Black lace panties of all things! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Off in the distance, Micah heard the hum of overhead starfighters sour on by. He briefly managed to catch a glance to identify as potentially Alliance ships. Although there was something else there, an even lower hum. The low pitch of hover engines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]What was that?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Stepping off of his speeder bike, the Talith held up a hand to gather his group’s attention. Turning to Vex, he gave her a nod. They would need to investigate and as both were able to camouflage themselves, were the best ones to do so. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Stay here for a bit.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Micah told Allyson, hoping that she would listen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Odds were not. [/SIZE]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Near Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Atheus"]
Enemies: [member="Velon Ielor"], First Order

Her HUD picked up the nuances of his movement just as her sixth sense did, the tomahawk in her left hand snapping up to block his saber under the head of her weapon, plasma sparking against the alchemized metal of the weapon. With a sharp turn of her wrist Keira attempted to disarm him of one of his sabers, hopefully throwing the weapon a distance away. As he moved she picked out the weak spots in his armor, from the obvious of his head and arms, to the better disguised that required the help of her AI to mark for her. Any good warrior knew how to guard the imperfections of their armor, but they made easy targets for underhanded duelists such as herself.

Almost as soon as she defended with her left she attacked with her right, lashing out towards his decidedly unarmored neck with the orange blade of her saber. "I hate to interrupt, but your brother is doing an awfully terrible job at boarding the shuttle."
"Bring it in closer." There was no time for talk on the battlefield, and she didn't spare any attention to Thalia's figure in the corner of her HUD. Instead she aimed a kick for her opponent's abdomen as she replied to the AI, one intended to knock the breath from him as opposed to causing distance. Melee was where she did the most damage, and the last thing she wanted to do was put distance between them. People like her were the most dangerous up close.

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[Allyson Locke]

Vexen was right, the bikes would give away their location. When Micah had agreed with Vex, Allyson nodded and ditched the speeder along with theirs. The sounds of tanks echoed in the lush background of the planet, things weren’t going to be getting any easier here. Micah of course had to take the point on this, in his mind he seemed to be the more experienced. In actuality he probably was, Allyson was used to fighting as a fighter pilot, she was rarely on the ground unless she was shot down and was making her way towards home base.

A part of her wished she didn’t wear heels, but having heels in the thick of the jungle wasn’t the worst she had ever done in a situation such as this. The heels would be annoying, but all and all, she’d be just fine. Allyson followed Micah for the most part, as she walked Micah turned and told her to wait. “What?” she whispered sharply. Frowning, she knew it was for the best and they had caused enough trouble for each other.

Allyson pouted and waited where she stood. Squatting she fished out the little magnetic toy that Kaili had given Allyson to practice with. Shifting things with the electromagnetic field would help Allyson in the long run with her mechu deru. She sat squatted down with her arms around her knees, her back faced the direction Micah was in. The toy remained on her knee as she sat there and focused on changing the shapes from the easy cone and square to far more complex shapes like an x-wing.

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="FN-888"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Aver Brand"]​

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Engaging: [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]​

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Squeeze after squeeze of the trigger found the sonic blaster rapidly heating up as the tight waves rippled towards his target. Rolf's eyes caught a flash of movement in his visor as a crimson blade made itself known, the dark color reflecting in the dimness of the corridor. He hadn't anticipated that. Pulling up his run as the Ren appeared, he laid off the trigger briefly as he re-assessed his approach. Behind him, the troopers who had been close behind had become pre-occupied with trying to both clamber over and recover the dead and wounded now clogging the hall. Ducking to the left behind a support stanchion the career soldier breathed in deep as he heard what sounded like an explosion erupt. In a dual whoosh and expulsion of propellant, the pair of small rocket darts sailing past towards the troops behind him. In an uncharacteristic flash of fire, he felt the heat of it fill the hall - it was then he vowed never to complain about the armor he wore again. Rated at up to extreme temperatures it kept him from cooking like what might have happened to his predecessors - their armor not nearly as comprehensive.

In a rapid succession the darts detonated as they came into contact with the already wounded and their would-be saviors sending them all sprawling, no doubt several dead almost instantly, others experiencing the horror of shattered bones, legs and arms twisting at unnatural angles. As the Major's eyes took in the carnage that littered the hall behind him he looked forward again, the armored hulk of the Mandalorian visible beyond the Ren. Rolf had the pleasure of personally meeting several of the Order during several of his other campaigns - he wasn't overly fond but at the moment he seemed to be garnering the majority of the man's attention.

Reaching down to his combat harness, Rolf carefully dislodged an ion grenade. With a simple press of his thumb he activated the primer before sending it sailing down the hall, bouncing once, then twice before rolling towards the Mandalorian's feet. *Put that in your pipe and smoke it.* thought the Major as he quickly pulled back behind the limited cover the stanchion provided. The sonic weaponry seemed to have limited effect, the obvious failure of the F-11D's of the troops behind spoke towards the Mandalorian's resourcefulness, that would hopefully be rectified by the explosive Rolf had hucked down the hall. In the meantime, Rolf quickly slung the sonic blaster, switching out his grip for that of the DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine. Gritting his teeth and waiting for the ion grenade to detonate, he prepared for his next assault. Ducking low he prepared to fire as soon as the ion grenade went off.

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Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:

• 1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle (Thigh Holster)
• 1 x X-11E Sonic Rifle (Slung)
• 1 x DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine (Held)

Grenades:

• 3 x Ion Grenades (1 Expended, hucked in hallway towards Mandalorian)
• 3 x Cryoban Grenades
• 2 x Thermal Detonators

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Engaging: [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Ty Rellius"]
Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kriel Firin"]

Sam raised a brow at the tank grown Ren at her side. To raise the flag of the First Order over the Castle would be a great symbolic victory but the flag strapped to the teenager's back looked unwieldy to say the least. "If you can fight," she said slowly as though still mulling things over in her mind, "Then you have my consent but do not underestimate our foe." Sam's eyes trailed down to Mishel's cybernetic hand, the original lost to Ssi-Ruu bite. The stakes would be much higher today, Sam could only hope the girl was ready.

"You mistake indifference for incompetence," came a reply from one of the defenders.

"So the Jedi can feel the Dark Side here yet remain indifferent to it? Fascinating. I suppose this explains why you're so eager to align with a host of Dark Jedi and Sith whenever it is convenient, like at this very moment for instance." Her eyes scanned over the range of defenders in the hallway, trying to pick out which was speaking to her. "Here, Kaeshana, Atrisia. The cowards and hypocrites of the Light always accept the helping hand of the Dark. This is why your pathetic little ideals are the laughing stock of the galaxy and why we shall spread our power far beyond this system."

She hear his voice again, goading her to attack and with that managed to spot the armoured figure of Sarge Potteiger standing with his blade ignited beside Ty Rellius. Funny, she thought, they always think the armour will save them.

With that she leaped towards the foe with a front flip, deliberately showcasing her athleticism, and landing in front of the two Jedi. As her feet planted themselves on the ground, she unleashed a primal Force Scream designed to take them off guard then dove forwards with a jab to Sarge's chest. Samka let loose a flurry of jabs and blows at her opponents to keep the momentum with her but all the while had her eyes, now gleaming with a the sadistic pleasure only a fight could bring, flickering between both men to see what they would do.

She was ready to spill blood for the first time today.

Spoiler

Half my text was cut from my final post for some reason. Edited it in.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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

​

The scene playing out not so far away was impossible to miss, drawing Zmej’s attention from her current dance partner towards the very Sith who had sought to avoid fighting. His antics lacked in humour, being absolutely humiliating and painting all his teachers as incompetent, worthless jockeys who could not transform their charge into a fearless combatant. Were all Sith this pathetic, weak? This very much supported the young Ren’s idea of her own order’s superiority – the Sith have grown soft, complacent, incapable of ever taking over the reins of power again. Their golden age has passed long ago, never to return again. It was time for others to seize the galaxy and remake it in their image. Powerful, strong warriors unafraid to stare death in the eyes, guided by one voice and one vision to lead them all to glory.

“Coward!” The knight of Ren spat, enraged and disgusted by her ally’s actions. Naked and screaming like a girl, the Sith ran to safety, leaving his enemy to Zmej to deal with. As if she didn’t have enough trouble already, needing at least two days in a bacta tank. Frowning, she toyed with the idea of gunning down the fleeing man, which would have been an easy task given his lack of protection. Unfortunately, time continued to pit all odds against her. Without an opponent, the second foe was about to direct his destructive power at her, something the Ren knew had to be prevented at all cost after witnessing his ability to manipulate the burning lava. Spinning, the X-11E’s barrel stared at its new victim, a gaping black hole about to scream and yell in its terrible voice again. Whatever power he desired to weave, the weapon’s bone shattering blast would deny any and all attempts at effectively calling upon the Force.

Deep inside, there was a fleeting recognition she had been outnumbered by vastly more powerful enemies, but the knight's single minded focus denied it all. Blindly refusing to accept the fact left the teenage knight with one option only – in face of terrible odds, she fought on, no signs of hesitation creeping into her resolve. Although in crippling pain, dealing even worse to those in her way remained Zmej's priority. Gauntleted hands gripped the rifle tighter, as it became the most faithful of friends in that very moment, the sole ally to remain standing at her site. Once the new target’s power began to manifest, creeping close to the ruthless weapon’s heart, a single motion of the Ren’s trigger finger unleashed another roar to deafen all unprotected ears, a wave of shield piercing kinetic energy capable of rupturing organs and smashing bones. More than enough to disrupt his concentration and inflict brutal injuries.

 

[Dish]

Location: Mustafar, interior of Dropship heading for the Mexis Camp
Objective: Have moral dilemmas, have cool gunfights
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] , [member="Commander Lusk"]
Allies: [member="HK-36"], Derkolo Unit
Equipment: MKV Techno Union Marine Armor (Insulated), DC-18 Blaster Rifle, SXB-1 Scatter Blast, x2 Czerka Fighting Knife

No one said a word as the lone dropship moved towards the mining camp. In the air hung bitter silence, and all eyes were on Classact and Dish, the latter had fought alongside Lusk's troops and considered them as much family as his batch-brother Carud who sat across from him, and of course the former was a Mantis clone. How the hell had it come to this? Their whole lives both the Jorin and Mantis clones had been controlled, told where to go and who to fight, and when Lusk and most of the other Mantis clones got their freedom? They choose to fight for a faction that sought to enslave the whole damned galaxy. Was the GA flawed? Yes. Had the GR been? That question didn't even need to be asked.

But it was better than the damned First Order. There must've been something he was missing, a motive that had them fighting for the enemy? Or perhaps they were just bitter, that he could understand, but he'd expected them to become freelance mercenaries or something, not soldiers of the First Order. As the dropship was buffeted by anti-aircraft fire Dish extended two fingers and motioned for the squad to wrap up whatever pre-battle ritual they'd developed over the years. Dish and Classact had skipped their's, both felt sick, that much could be seen in their eyes as each stood in the dark hold of the dropship, the glow of the red light casting itself over the team.

Pulling up his helmet and lowering the final piece of armor down onto his head, Dish's eyes quickly darted back and forth to the numerous icons on his HUD, and after arming his DC-18, he quickly opened the COM and sent a text burst to HK-36.

Derkolo Unit inbound, put us where you need us.

He wouldn't bother with anything else. He just had to prepare himself.

 

[H3xle]

All art credit for banners to FO people who made them!


BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
5 minutes for the World shield to fully deploy. 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 trying to get some Jorus tail
[member="Jorus merrill"] - flying nearby; pew pewing any First Order Dropships; swatting down Laira's advances
[member="Dax Fyre"] - At GA Base with Aeron and Michael
[member="Grozkalla"] - Nature Lovers coordinating ground stuff, incl. anti-air missiles; charging Kaine and Co.

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

Alyce and her pair of wingmates had peppered the dropships with their laser cannons with their first pass. They didn't do a flip over for a short pass, instead circling the area to see about any enemy fighter craft. When they saw no unengaged fightercraft, they relayed this to Alliance command.

"Rogue Eight to Barkhesh Command, reporting no sightings of enemy fightercraft unengaged at the moment. Commencing assault on dropships." She reported in, then switched to her flight channel. "Arm brilliant missiles, let's kick a few of their birds out of the air."

Then the three X-Wings turned and arced back for the dropships. They reached outfirst with laser fire, peppering defenses as they zoomed closer. Once at optimal range, she fired one brilliant missile, and her wingmates did likewise. They aimed to take three dropships down in the first pass. Once passed the dropships, they'd flip over for a second assault run.

Actions

Spoiler

1) Radioed in again
2) Fired brilliant missiles at dropships

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility, Mustafar
Objectives: Eliminate all Enemy Opposition
Allies: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Aver Brand"] (AKA Super-Bae) | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | GA
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | FO
Engaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]

Rage boiled and burned through the Mandalorian veteran, coursing through his veins like a river of fire and brimstone. Power seeped through his bulky muscular frame and vengeance roiled through his mind. There were so many things that needed to be done to the First Order. Most of them were green, having fought fewer real battles than most enlisted men from the old Republic or the volunteers of the Galactic Alliance and Draco more than most. He'd been fighting since before there was a First Order. Jedi, Sith, Clone Troopers, Mercenaries, Primeval, Droid armies, Vong, even the occasional Mandalorian during his time. And so, despite the rattling and pain shooting through his injured right arm, Draco had the wherewithall to recognize a grenade thrown at him.

The Omega Protectorate had been the ones that revolutionized the usage of grenades to keep them from being little more than a waste of space against the Force Wielders of the galaxy, that kept them from being telekinetically grabbed and thrown back at the hapless soldier that attempted to use them. Many other times, Force Users triggered the explosives while on the soldier's belt as a way of killing whole squads of stormtroopers. If Draco could actually use Telekinesis, that would be a solid strategy. Instead, the Dragon lifted his left arm and focused his presence through it at a space between he and the explosives as he saw and heard them clanging down the corridor. An energy barrier erected about half way down the corridor where the explosives thudded off as though hitting a solid wall. The sonic blasters and DEMP blasts slammed against the barrier as well.

Beads of sweat began building on Draco's brow from the exertion of forming and maintaining the barrier, dripping down his dark features and gathering beneath his horned helmet. Once again the Mandalorian continued his advance, his barrier buying him several steps unmolested by the continuous mass of stormtroopers and firepower sent his way. He snapped off a shot of his own as the barrier dropped, maintaining his position in the corridor rather than using the buttresses as cover, sticking the Lightshield in front of him and firing down the corridor at the Ren and his Stormtrooper lackeys, firing away with his own high-powered wrist laser.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Barkhesh.

Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member=Grozkalla]
Enemies: The First Order | [member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Objective: None for now.

It felt like ages had passed since something happened.

Almost like Sardun had been frozen in some strange form of stasis that prevented him from doing anything at all. Of course, this could not be the situation, after all he was standing here right now and waiting. Until Aeron was finished prancing about and playing diplomat, so they could get this party actually started. Finally then, a call went through the comms - apparently there were already Sith on the approach.

Why would this surprise him?

The First Order had already shown their true colors on multiple occasions, the fact that they now employed Sith to do their dirty work for them shouldn't surprise him whatsoever.

"Been ready for a few hours now, Kreelan." The Jedi responded, before falling in line with the others, as they wandered over to the bay with the bikes. That's how they would get to the battle - tunnels deep that led straight to their destination. Not that Sardun had much experience with bikes.

He eyed one of them.

Ships was one thing, but why couldn't they just walk like normal sentients?

 

[Aver Brand]

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOnSh3QlpbQ​

According to the layout of the facility, the Dragon was fighting off waves of First Order troops at an intersection – far from ideal as tactical positions went. She’d only had to stop once on the way, to pick up a carbine lying beside a stormtrooper corpse. Hard to look the part of a FO soldier with a lightsaber in your hand, after all.

The merc still appeared a head taller than she really was, just to be on the safe side. Hadn’t encountered much of anything yet: the corridors were full of cooling cadavers and scorchmarks and echoes. A pair of stormtroopers were the only living souls she’d met along the way. In response to their tired greeting, Aver had broken the neck of the first, then fired the carbine point-blank into the visor of the second.

Just when she was about to turn the corner— a resounding explosion.

On instinct, Aver dropped flat on the ground, then swiveled around the edge, half-hunched. The corridor ahead was as low-lit as the rest. Burned flesh, blood, screams. Bodies littered the floor wherever she looked, with more stormtroopers still leaning on the walls and each other. Blaster fire and the stink of tibanna filled the air just ahead, three figures.

One, FO stormie. Weak cover, left side. Shooting at Vereen. Something powerful. Ion?
Two, Knight of Ren. Midway between FO and Vereen. Lightsaber.
Three, Dragon. Behind a barrier. Blaster in hand, preparing to shoot.

Her strategy crystallized, and Aver dashed through her opening like a bullet.

CERS rippled along every ribbon of muscle to accelerate her across the meager distance separating her from the shooter. Her AI-wrist blaster came alive, connected with her many targeting systems and a steady hand; she fired, a ssi-ruuvi stun bolthttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Ssi-ruuvi_ion_paddle_beamer aimed at the trooper’s back.

Paralyzed or not, Aver would ram into the soldier with a single goal: slam him against the wall with two hundred pounds of armor and annihilation.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Space > Mining facility
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"]
Enemies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | Et al.

For anyone else it would have been irritating when a plan changed mid-execution.

But Locke was a SIS agent first and foremost, if there was one thing you get used to in that line of duty, it was the idea of the plan changing on you in the middle of it all. So, instead of making a fuss and causing conflict, Elly just gave a curt nod while scanning the horizon with the sensory equipment integrated in his armor.

"Good luck." He mumbled to the retreating back of the bionic soldier. Around him the soldiers took point from the First Lieutenant who ordered them to move up.

In the distance they could already make out movement from the First Order. In the skies... already the shuttles carrying reinforcements and air support - in the midst of it all [member="Choli Vyn"] and her cohorts. They would be essential in this battle, especially if they were facing entrenched opposition.

Locke wasn't a commander, knew barely anything about ground-battle tactics, but it seemed obvious to him that they would need all the help they could get.

[ Crashwell, I got movement up ahead, you seeing 'em? ] His voice hummed across encrypted comms to Choli.

 

[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"], [member="Laira Vereen"]
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

The Azalea's atmospheric thrusters roared to life, the blue light glowing from her aft sending a powerful gust of wind shooting backwards. Dax, aboard the bridge, mask once more removed, looked out the viewport where he could see some fighters already engaged. Well, they were in for one hell of a surprise...The Azalea had been built for space battles. Here on the planet surface, with no larger craft shooting at her? Dax had a feeling that the FO pilots would feel less daring then.

Kumi, who stood next to him, watched the flashed of light before them. "So...this is what my planet has missed."
Dax glanced over to the silver haired woman for only a brief moment before another burst of light illuminated the viewscreen briefly, drawing his attention outside. He turned back to her, "War is everywhere. Won Shasot, Barkesh, Kaeshana, Jelucan, Shiva IV, Castameer, countless other places. You weren't as alone as you thought."

Static and a familiar voice sounded over the bridge's comms. [Kreelan,] it said, [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.]

"Jorus, nice to see you've joined the party. That you I see ahead of me? I'm the one in the big ass frigate." the Rogue said with a sly grin. It was nice to know a friend would be out there with him. Besides, ORCs never failed to bring a little chaos with them. The more the merrier.

---

The, now identified, OP Prex waved forward, calling forces to follow. Halzyn kept close to her while around him the ORC troops jogged on. Joined by GA and Omega Pyre forces, their eighty men had now increased exponentially. From what he could tell from comm chatter though, most of the fighting was taking place in the north. Ciir doubted that would last for long.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Barkhesh South

[member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

On his second pass through the dropships and their fighter escorts, Jorus felt his Y-wing stumble. The old fighter-bomber had good shields and the legendary Koensayr durability, but all of the above could wear down paper-thin under enough punishment. A glance at his display revealed shields stressed into the red and a handful of similarly coloured lights. Nothing critical - he wasn't about to fall out of the sky - but enough to make his decision for him.

"We're coming in on the Alliance base," he said to the kid in his gunner seat and the merc captain in his headset. "Torpedos and bombs depleted, significant hull damage, shield generator bleeding out. If you've got anything else spaceworthy, I'm good to take it up."

As it turned out, he had cause to regret his imprecision. It just so happened that a visiting Jedi had left a small fighter behind. Very small. Far as Jorus could tell, it had started life as a replica Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor, five point seven metres long. Some modernization fiend with more time than sense had stripped out the astromech socket, the docking ring brackets, the forward ion cannons, the long-range comm systems, and plenty of other bells and whistles. What remained was the spaceframe, an unimpressive shield generator, two forward laser cannons, and just enough space for three additions.

A lonely little hyperdrive.

A lonely little ion cannon turret, dual-light, equivalent to the tail guns on a Y-wing.

And, under the turret, a lonely little back seat.

Jorus eyed the wreck of his Y-wing, then the tail gunner he'd just started to get housebroken, and sighed. "Coming?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Barkhesh South

The princess did her level best to keep ground emplacements and TIE fighters from shooting the Y-wing and she managed better than most could have, doing as best as she could to line up TIE's so they would fall into Dropships when she disabled them. When the Y-Wing shuddered and rocked she noted Jorus was a cut above average pilots as other men might have had more trouble maintaining control with that kind of turbulence, but he held true long enough to get them back to the hangar.

"Coming?" Laira almost laughed at the little thing Jorus was pointing at. It was tiny. At best their knees would be stuck to the dash and at worst she would have to sit in his lap and reach behind the chair for the controls, which was simply out of the question as far as she was concerned. "I suppose its intimate, but it is a very mixed signal here. Laira, pay attention to the enemy, Laira cut the chatter, Laira stop hitting on me, Laira get in this tiny fighter where you have to wrap your legs around me to fit in." She said in a mock voice as the redhead grinned, inspecting the vehicle to see what was the best way for the relatively tall girl to squeeze into the backseat.

She bent at the waist and held a hand up to her face as she did, doing her best to be directly in his line of sight as she leaned over before stepping on the pilot's seat and slipping into her spot. Her feet couldn't really move around much to work the turret's pedals, but she could manage despite the big blocky combat boots restricting her in the tiny space. Laira's only real problem was that she was rather large chested and the space had not planned for someone of her stature to sit back there, It barely planned for a human at all, and thus she could not see the controls nearest to her stomach. Hopefully they wouldn't need those.

Her arms slipped through crash webbing and buckled herself in before she turned her head to smile seductively at Jorus, giving him a once over look with her eyes. "Ready when you are big boy. You'll still take care of me, right?" The honey in her voice was back, the princess having an enormous amount of fun playing a game with herself to see how uncomfortable she could make the young teen before he snapped and either ran off into the woods or yelled at her.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

L O C A T I O N​

Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner​

A L L I E S
[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

E N E M I E S​

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

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The Grand Moff would never have asked a living trooper to give up his armor under any circumstances -- not when there was another way. Still, the responses were...

...instructive.


Natasi felt her head retracting on her neck at the response of [member="Rexus Wenck"]'s men. Her eyes narrowed as each in turn rejected his order -- an order that she neither sanctioned, nor asked for, but which nonetheless demonstrated to her that she was not as beloved as her advisers in the halls of the Imperial Palace and Number 10 let on. Was this an isolated incident? Or was she really seen as some pointless politician who was good for nothing -- beyond the occasional ribbon-cutting. Her cheeks flamed at the words she overheard, and even she couldn't decide whether she was more hurt or more angry, but either way she was indignant at being roundly rejected by stormtroopers who had sworn oaths to live and die for the Supreme Leader and his empire -- the empire that she, Natasi, ruled for all intents and purposes.

The reaction from [member="Pharazon Draken"] lightened her heart somewhat, and while Wenck and his disloyal troopers dithered, Natasi joined [member="Irajah Ven"] in the plan that she had always intended to do: searching for the bodies of shorter troopers. While Natasi was blessed with slightly more height than the doctor, the majority of the stormtroopers were blessed even more, and the best she could do was a trooper of about five feet, nine inches. The biolock had to be rewired, but Natasi had the clearance to override it, and so it was with minimal fuss, except for the bulky fit and weight, that she was buckled into the stormtrooper armor, with the assistance of Captain Draken and Lieutenant Cain.

By the time their party was rejoined, Natasi was clattering like a stormtrooper, a helmet jammed under her arm. [member="Rexus Wenck"] returned at the same time, another set of armor in his care. Natasi looked past him coldly, her dark eyes glacial, like frozen mud, to his soldier -- addressed as Shorty earlier. "As you can see I'm rather well kitted now," the Grand Moff said icily. "Perhaps your craven man should take it, or better yet, wear it on top of his current set." She snatched the blaster from his hand and turned on her heel.

"You know formation requirements better than I, Captain Draken," said Natasi. "How do we proceed?"