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

[Darth Carnifex]

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

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

The Force whispered a warning.

He whirled one hundred and eighty degrees just as a searing pain blossomed in his lower left flank, and as his eyes descended upon the source of the pain they widened in surprise as he discovered a small smoldering hole in his side. It had pierced him all the way through, atomizing his flesh where it passed. He knew the mark of what weapon had inflicted suffering upon him. It was a disruptor, a weapon favored by assassins and amoral bounty hunters that had been banned by many galactic governments in the past although it wasn't a surprise to him that the Galactic Alliance sought to use such weapons against their enemies.

His eyes quickly found its origin, a burly scarred Wookiee who had levied his weapon to pop off another shot but was suddenly impeded by a dark presence that clouded his mind and shattered his concentration. One of his allies had come to his defense, giving the Sith Lord the opening he needed to exact vengeance against this upstart walking carpet. He flung his lightsaber through the air with deadly precision, the blade tumbling end over end through the empty air like a reaping scythe directly towards Grozkalla with the intent to bisect him from shoulder to hip.

Whenever that obstruction was circumvented he would plan to continue on towards the base.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Barkhesh South -> heading up

[member="Laira Vereen"]

"Is it possible-"

He grunted to a verbal halt as he jammed himself into the Actis' petite cockpit. This was, apparently, as far back as the seat would go. He reached inside his oil-smeared flight suit, produced futzing flatsculp holos of two young women -- a redhead and a brunette -- and stuck them to the instrument panel.

He looked at them for a long moment and breathed out his irritation. He found himself smiling, just a bit. "Let's just get in the sky," he said, and sealed the cockpit shut. The Actis roared to life, a whole lot of nerfpower in a spaceframe smaller than the Y-wing's cockpit module. Jorus eased the tiny interceptor into the air and accelerated out of the Alliance hangar, past the wreckage of his poor old fighter-bomber.

Outside, the DarkSky shield's gloom was as thick as ever. Sporadic bursts of light indicated violence on the ground and, to a lesser extent, in the sky. Most of the dropships had landed by now, or crashed, and the Alliance air cover was systematically thinning out the First Order air cover. He caught a glimpse of flickering red, the bloodshine of a Sith sabre at work, but intervening there still wasn't an option. For the moment, he just headed high and kept his eyes out for targets of opportunity.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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P E R S O N S O F I N T E R E S T​

[member="Bethany Kismet"] | The First Order​

The Order of the Sacred Lotus | The Galactic Alliance​

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It was true that the shuttle on which Lydia Finn-Camden approached Barkhesh arrived with the rest of the ships deployed by the First Order.

It was true that the company for which Lydia Finn-Camden worked, Avalonia Broadcasting System, was -- more or less -- a propaganda arm of the First Order.

It was true that Lydia Finn-Camden herself felt a measure of burgeoning, ill-defined -- yet tangible -- personal affection and loyalty to [member="Rolf Amsel"], a hero of the First Order.

Yet and still, she did not feel as though she was, for the purposes of combat etiquette, a member of the First Order. That was why she felt comfortable flying over the planet's surface, filming establishment shots with her droid. The two were standing on the lowered ramp of the shuttle -- well, her camdroid was hovering, while Lydia stood on the ramp, the picturesque treetops of the rainforest passing just ten meters below, creating a lovely backdrop for her introduction. "I'm Lydia Finn-Camden for Avalonia Broadcasting System. I'm here above the planet Barkhesh, where First Order troops will soon be deploying. By the time you see this footage, the Battle of Barkhesh will have been won or lost, but we're here, on the ground, to bring you the first-hand story."

Lydia stopped, cocked her head to one side and looked at the camdroid's single, large lens, staring unblinkingly at her. "How was that?"

The camdroid was not equipped with a vocalizer. It said nothing.

"You're right," Lydia said. "Absolute rubbish. Let's take it from the top. I'm Lydia Finn-Camden, for Avalonia..."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Enemies: [member="HK-36"]
Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"], All FO near Mining Facility
Objective: Repel Enemy Assault by Fire and Close Combat
Gear: Listed in first post

Preliat lowered his hand and waved it side to side rapidly- the Clones understood, and passed it down the line to pickup their rates of fire. The heavier M45 rifles began to light up towards both the retreating droids, and the mounts and the riders on them. Being that they were more or less experts with the weapon system, and the employment thereof. That being said, the slow-moving beasts were also subject to the heavy suppression of the machine gun teams, who were firing what essentially was a wall of lead and blaster fire towards both the retreating droids and the ill-fated charge towards the clone's lines. Several platoons of clones began to open up, using fire and manuever to begin to overwhelm the beast riders with sheer volume of force. The well-trained clones began to spread out as well, limiting HK's ability to attack more than one at a time.

Preliat moved his arm in a fist in the air, then brought it down. Rocket-teams began to prepare in their 'cold' positions, covered from enemy observation and fire. The engineers were smart cookies- and were going to hit their targets guaranteed. All they needed was a little time. And with the massive amount of fire coming down towards HK's forces, it was more than likely to buy them some. Preliat began to throw his weapon into his shoulder, aiming it at the beast HK was riding. He fired directly into the faceplate of the beast, the sheer accuracy and precision of his shots hitting the beast square in it's face parts. Preliat's HUD blipped that an object was coming towards him. He ducked, seeing the object in question was in fact, a clone. The clone rolled away, jarred but mostly unhurt, save for some slight bruising and the like. Preliat rolled onto his side, and held the M45 from a stationary, stable shooting position and fired the rest of the magazine at HK's torso.

Headshots were for people who didn't conduct warfare.

"Been better."

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle, Interior
Allies: GA, [member="Sarge Potteiger"], @those nearby
Enemies: First Order
Sensed Target: [member="Samka Derith"]
Contemplating Engaging: [member="Antherion"]

His words reached her ears, and she could honestly say, her opponent had quite a few points of the outlook of events. It was true that even though Kimiko had willingly volunteered for this, she had only one confrontation with a Darksider prior to this. Although he was a madman, the woman would never judge those who strode that path, and would always keep an ear open.

Her stance slackened, weapon remaining on beside her as she conversed with the man before her,"You definitely have interesting opinions and views of both this place, and those you have allied yourself with." shining blue eyes narrowed slightly, but not in anger,"Especially with offer of allowing me an escape...why?"

Spoiler

[member="Orion Darkstar"] - Just so you know I haven't forgotten about you...forgive me please!

 

[Garett Van]

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FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Surface
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.


Feeling the stares of the other troopers still, Zero did nothing but sit quietly. She knew that they were more than likely thinking about the number she had killed in the past. She knew there was a pool of credits on the amount, but due to her own way of doing things, she would never tell them. Though her number was at 42 hostiles, and 4 friendlies. The friendlies were, two interfered with one of her ops, one was a training accident during her training, she killed a fellow recruit in hand to hand, though most knew of that one at least, and the last was an execution of her former partner who tried to abandon their post and so Zero shot him for dereliction of duty, and desertion. Zero wasn't afraid to uphold the Supreme Leader's will, and to her this was soldiers must fight, and not quit till the fight is over. Those that don't can and should be dealt with harshly. Zero as far as she knew was the only one that took it to this extreme level of fanaticism, all the troopers were loyal to the Order, due to their training, but something was very different with Zero to her everything was black and white. Another thing known by most of the other troopers was her fights she has gotten into with the PDF (Planetary Defense Forces) troopers and the newly formed Auxiliary. To her they were they one unfit for the Stormtrooper corps, and were less effective combat troops. This led to many fights between her and them, some ending quite bloody, though no death occurred in any of them.

Muttering under her breath as she waited to get to their postion,

"Are we karking there yet?"

[member="FN-888"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Engagement: Barkhesh North

[member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

Trextan felt the Force shift around him as he pulled down on the trigger. He'd felt this sensation before. It was akin to a discontinuity in the Force, as if a blade had sheared through it. The physical manifestation of the barrier appeared immediately after. Trextan's left hand had stabilised the shot but those fingers opened wide as he pushed outwards through the Force instinctively. It pushed the barrier out, and it bulged and buckled as the shot struck. It was fortunate that he had any effect on it. Had the entire of the handcannon’s charge reflected right back on him it would have taken him down regardless of his armour.

Several ion bolts broke free, but others bounced around the inside of the warped bubble. Trextan brought up his left forearm to shield his face before feeling the sting of a strike on the back of his thigh. Pain lanced up and down his leg and was matched by flash of anger through his chest.

Control, he had to keep control.

The sith was temporarily frozen by Taheera's shot before reaching for a weapon and manipulating the controls. The young Jedi took a breath and focussed his mind. Trextan didn't recognise the weapon. His right hand fell to his hip, holstering his pistol and preparing to raise his saber.

The sith’s muzzle flared and Trextan saw the grass shift in a wave outwards. Just a fraction of a second separated them at the speed of sound. The fingers of Trextan's left hand closed about him as he drew a different kind of shield around himself. It was a simple technique to create and adiabatic container around oneself. It was generally used to prevent the ingress of dangerous molecules such as nerve gas. However, an adiabatic barrier prevented thermal exchange at the boundary, essentially preventing kinetic energy exchange at the molecular level. In theory halting the progress of a sonic wave.

Theory met reality somewhere in the middle.

There was a blinding flash as the frequency of the wave played havoc with the fluid in his eyes. His sense of orientation was lost but he felt the ground striking his back as his insides started to scream at the passing of the wave. When the light faded he was left with a close-up view of the ground and a constant ringing in his ears that drowned out all other sounds. Trextan was on his front, facing the sith. He knew he had to act quickly, but everything was spinning.

Control.

Rebel had moved to throw Asharad’s gun off centre so Trextan took a more direct approach. Rather than push his opponent's defences through the Force, he opted for another tactic. Like a sprinter he pushed up off the floor and charged towards the sith, but he came to a halt a few metres away and dropped into a crouch and braced. He raised his right arm, aiming the grav glove built into the prosthetic.

Much like a pressor-tractor the glove allowed the manipulation of objects at a distance, but the glove was hit by the opposite force. Asharad would feel something wrap itself around his neck and then be wrenched backwards with a full second impulse. The opposite force ran down the length of Trextan's arm, through his shoulder and down through his braced limbs into the ground. Even then, it nearly took him off his own feet, his boots sliding several inches along the ground.

 

[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

"We've got contacts on long-range sensors. Closing fast!" FN-888 pivots the periscope to the rare and peers down through the valley. "Gat! Take us into the trees now! Turn off the motor and all auxiliary systems!" The TX-130T Fighter tank swerves violently away from the river into the thick, dense forest flanking it. The tank lowers onto the Earth with a thud and the one red running attack light within the hull goes out. Joan pivots in her seat and raises an index finger before her visage looking over the Stormtroopers. "Ssh, listen." Finger juts towards the tank's ceiling for a tense moment and the sound of roaring engines might be heard to pass over their head. The Captain's quick thinking might have preserved operational security and her thoughts turn tactical; A routine patrol? Or perhaps the unlawful combatants suspected their presence. Either way Captain Helden wasn't about to compromise the safety of their mission for convenience, and it served to conclude her suspicions; they must be close to what she suspected was the surveillance facility identified in the brief provided to her by FOSB personnel. "Sub-Zero, get your things we're proceeding to the target area on foot." Pivoting again in Gat's direction. "Turn on the auxiliary electric generator, and put power into our comms system but maintain radio silence. I will contact you if things get messy." Swivelling again in the direction of the rear hull door connecting to the troop compartment with a T-7 Ion Disruptor slung around back, she goes to pass between the seated troopers and daintily steps over Sub-Zero's equipment and the short Scoutrooper herself. Joan's left-hand finds the hydraulic release handle through the darkness of the Hull with her low-light vision visor mode and with a grunt of exertion pulls it towards the floor. There is a hiss and flood of steam into the troop compartment for a moment while the pressure inside the tank and outside equalizes. With the troop compartment door lowering against the ground, FN-888 strides forward and straightens up. Scanning their surroundings with the Ion Disruptor shouldered; It is a heavy weapon, tall too the barrel would rise to her shoulder with the stock pressed into the Earth. Casting a brief glance over the shoulder. "Come on Sub-zero, we've got a lot of ground to cover. Five-meter spread single file and minimal sound. You're on point, don't worry I won't fall behind. Proceed to the marked location on your HUD and lead us down river." Joan's left-hand offers a gesture as if to encourage the Scouttrooper to move.

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

 

[Ultimatum]

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

The droid was surprised when he turned a corner to find that few enemies remained. The Mandalorian was easy to identify as the single man fighting a group of soldiers and a sith. Ultimatum noted that one of the soldiers seemingly attached one of the others, perhaps a traitor? Whatever the reason, Ultimatum decided to target the excess soldiers first. He wanted to avoid killing a potential ally, given that traitorous soldiers were often a well spring of information, not to mention rare. If nothing else, it would be polite to not shoot someone trying to help.

Having the advantage of a rear attack gave Ultimatum a feeling of assuredness. Of course it might also have been the fact that he had plenty of cover, a relatively blaster-proof body, and a weapon that was feared on most battlefields. Kneeling against the edge of the wall he raised the heavy rifle until it was lined with his sight. He could have fired accurately without looking down the sights, but multiple factors lead to the droid wanting to aim carefully not the least of which was the potential of hitting a friendly in the hallway.

The droid pulled the trigger once, not feeling any recoil he watched the blue pulse of energy streak through the air and slam into a wounded enemy trying to get back in the fight. The man was thrown forward before disintegrating into an explosion of fine dust less than a millisecond later. Ultimatum could feel the barrel heat incredibly for a few seconds and he pulled away from the edge to give the gun a moment to cool down. The massive sound the gun made no doubt drew some small attention. He wondered if anyone would pay attention or if they would be too embroiled in their own affairs.

 

[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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“This is Kaili Talith, I got this shuttle from Asmus Janes who was kind enough to drop me off in the system.” The girl responded to the voice that hailed her over the ship’s comms. “I am not here to cause your people any trouble, I am just here to pick up Allyson Locke, a civilian, and then I will be on my way.”

There was no need to mention the fact that it also came with the side-deal of a punch to the face for her brother. Something told the kid that mentioning Micah’s impending face pain wouldn’t do her a lot of good when it came to the rights to land. She leaned back in her seat for a bit and gave the droid in charge of the controls the same look that a proud master would give its pet.

It was a good droid.

The ship was lowered into a low flight along the river for a scenic route until she got the ‘go ahead’ to land from the SIS base. A lazy glance shot out before Kaili’s eyes widened in surprise at the very brief sight of a tank. No hearing, just the sight as her ship passed it by over the river. Could have been Alliance, could not. The girl wasn’t exactly military herself, and devices built specifically for war had never been something she saw eye-to-eye with. At least not of that particular magnitude.

Anything bigger than a rifle was just unnecessary, really.

“Just caught sight of your tank patrols by the river.” The blonde called back to the SIS base. “Something going on around here that I should be aware of?”

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[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"] | @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, Plan [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Deployment[/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: 6[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Taking several moments to review tactical maps, force disposition reports and other assorted readouts on his helmet’s heads up display, Pharazon considered thoughtfully before delivering his answer to Grand Moff Fortan. He knew that once the shuttle was destroyed they would both desire and need to immediately deploy away from the crash site as quickly as possible. However, he also knew that there were enemy shuttles heading towards their current location and even if the Imperials moved away from the crash site the Alliance forces would quickly redeploy against them. The sound of hurried movement and concerned though dedicated and directed conversation, as well as sparks, the creaking of metal, and the sound of fire filled his ears as he thought. The lights of the reports and dispositions he was reviewing rapidly shot across his helmet screens, lights flashing against his face. But he kept his focus, his furrowed brow fixed as he planned, analysed, and finally devised something that could serve as at least a temporary tactical operation plan until contact with the enemy forced him to review and reevaluate his plans.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“If our goal is to quickly depart the crash site and make our way toward the mining facility, I would suggest that we form a layered armoured wedge. I propose the tanks, of which I believe we have access to twenty eight if the reports I have received are accurate,” Pharazon began, voice firm and level, still contemplative as he considered the plan even as he spoke it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Should form a layered set of lines of wedges or spearheads. Two wedges in the front side by side forming a frontal two pointed spearhead line, wider in distribution than the following wedges, which will be composed of three subsequent wedges of tanks layered in a column behind one another, each wedge would be from three to five tanks and could change as required. The Stormtroopers and other ground personnel would then take up position on the flanks of the formation and among the tank formation if need be moving along with them. Any speeders could form a scouting or skirmish screen ahead of us or take up position to the flanks or rear of the formation, again, I am aiming for maximum flexibility so this formation should change and adapt” he continued, growing more assured.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This should allow us to move quickly, utilise the tanks to their full extent by allowing the tanks further back in the wedge to maneuver while the front two side by side wedges take up the attention of the enemy, and force the enemy to constantly worry about what every single wedge and accompanying infantry platoon is doing and divide their fire against targets at different ranges and positions” his words firm and decisive, tone contemplative but confident.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“While allowing us overall tactical flexibility and a strong armoured fist to punch through any resistance toward the mining facility or defend ourselves properly on any other course you may decide” Pharazon finished, cautious but satisfied with his chosen formation and his presentation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I should, however, caution you that I am an Stormtrooper officer, not an armour officer, nor would I presume to order Captain Wenck and his troops, he knows the strengths and weaknesses of his unit better than I despite their outward appearance, and I believe we would be best served by allowing him to make the best use of them” he said, a cautious respect in his voice for the Captain that could make men such as those fight. As rough as they were and as true as he felt Natasi’s words about their courage were true, he knew them by reputation to be savagely effective fighters. The same went for Captain Wenck, Pharazon had his doubts about the man, but he was cunning and brutal, and they would all need that in the deployment to come.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Once again ma’am, your safety and your operational imperatives are my imperatives, should at any time you wish to change our operational goal or formation I am sure Captain Wenck and myself will be willing and able to implement them”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I would finally suggest, if I may ma’ams, that yourself and Doctor Ven stick close to either myself or any unit of Stormtroopers, while you are not Stormtroopers you should at least look like you are part of a unit in addition to being better protected surrounded by them than you are on your own” Pharazon concluded, nodding his helmeted head in respect to the Grand Moff, attempting to ensure she did not get the impression he was trying to take command based on how he outlined his plan. He needed her to know she asked and he delivered his plan as a suggestion and that he was deferential but he was not a servile yes man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon was not sure if his plan and formation would be successful or if they met with the Grand Moff’s wishes, but he knew that if they were to punch through to the mining facility they would need to be swift and brutal. His brow remained furrowed, however, as he continued to plan out the more specific details, unit locations, and how to properly coordinate and communicate with the tank commanders and squadron leaders. He was thinking about how to keep Grand Moff Fortan, Doctor Ven, and Lieutenant Mondel along with the rest of Grand Moff Natasi’s personnel safe during an armoured spearhead assault likely through or around a full Alliance response force. He was trying to figure out how he was going to ensure that either his vision was implemented or how he would coordinate with the other officers surrounding him in implimenting and alternate plan and formation. His relatively low position as Captain was not lost on him, in particular around Captain Wenck and the similarly ranked tank squadron leaders. His brow furrowed more as he suppressed his frustration over having no officers of his knowledge higher than Captain but below the lofty heights of the Grand Moff present. He could not doubt himself, however, they needed a plan and they needed it now, whether it was solely Pharazon’s plan or one with input from all officers present, Pharazon did not care. He wanted to survive and seize victory, one way or another and he had presented how he thought they could achieve that, come what may.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shifting in his armoured boots, Pharazon waited for the response of the Grand Moff, and input or alternative suggestions by any other officers. He knew that as soon as the shuttle was blown they had to move fast, so he could only hope they could establish and implement their deployment plan fast. The Stormtroopers of the 189th, were anxious all along the perimeter line. Even in their dug in firing positions and the addition of the tanks to the perimeter, they knew if they were surrounded around the crash site they could not reform properly to escape, and if the shuttle exploded while they were fighting around it they could take additional, unnecessary officers. They stood and sat ready, hunched in firing positions and covered in ash or took up positions around the tanks, they had set up their heavier ordnance better suited to defensive operations but that could be quickly packed up and carried by troopers, but could do nothing more than wait in the ash.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They could do nothing more than wait as the magma and embers illuminated their ash covered, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]spectral[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] white armour, they were the Empire’s instruments of death, grim and brutal, yet yearning for home and loved ones as they awaited the Alliance onslaught. As they awaited to unleash their own iron and Imperial onslaught in response.[/SIZE]

 

[Liliane]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUsOtEV4zAs​

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MUSTAFAR​

Vader's Castle​

Allies: GA #UghSoManyPeople​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"] #SuchHugeCrowdsLurkingAround​

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It was both so predictable and surprising at the same time that the Sith decided to jump right into action after having been taunted like that. These had been mere comments on discipline and practice, so it was a little bit weird to get such a reaction, but it was to be expected that a Darksider would want to unleash their fury quickly because passion was the source of their power.

Liliane was there, slightly torn and confused as to how she would have to fight. Was she a Jedi, a light in the dark, a lighthouse to guide the lost in the right direction, or a Sith, the one person she felt like inside, the one her mother had turned her into. How was she supposed to act? How was she supposed to fight?

Every single moment of her life she had suffered under the burden of that aching question -- who the kark was she?

The woman had trained dueling for years, she had fought in several battles and tried to perfect her forms. She had seen such attacks so many times in her life, all fighting was routine. At some point, it all became predictable, taking all fun away from a duel. Every battle seemed to go the exact same way, everything in life followed a rhythm.

It was horrible, it was nothing to be amazed of. Liliane hated it. No, she didn't hate life. She didn't hate existence, she found there to be no disgust in being alive. But she despised repetition, she resented being in one horrible never-ending routine.

The Jedi Marshal took a step back as soon as the enemy was close enough, giving her a chance to parry the attack with a quick half-force slash against the woman's saber. However, it was clearly not the only attack the Sith made -- it was followed up with two others, all targeting her outsides. A logical way to tackle this was to move swiftly as a coursing river, stepping away from every single one of the attack while bringing her own weapon against the enemy's.

She was obviously not as good of a fighter she would have been before. The armour was not the best against sheer force, so she'd been left in quite a pain in her sides, limiting her movement slightly. It was a horrible disadvantage, but the Marshal still had hope. Because hope was the last thing to die.

"You think you are more powerful than you are. Arrogance radiates from you. You don't understand you are still a disciple of the Force and its ways," Liliane spoke with a calm tone before the next blow came in.

The woman attacked her right at the chest, but what the enemy might not have known was that the armour was somewhat resistant to a lightsaber. While the strike did give Liliane a bit of a shock, she did not end up wounded just yet, which meant she could make her own first offensive attack -- swiping her saber towards the lady's left shoulder as she would take a step to her right.

She had another lightsaber with her, which she quickly grabbed from her belt, unignited, to punch the woman with the bare metal hilt.

Liliane was still a Jedi despite what her Force signature might have said, so she would not want to kill this person. It would have been wrong to do that. A Jedi had to preserve life and so did Liliane. Or did she?

Oh what the kark was she?

 

[HK-36]

Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits,
Enemies: All Tagged Throughout The Post- FO
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy) loaded with Neuranium Ammunition, Bobcaster (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment. A Nocur mount in battle barding.
Forces: Iron Legionnaires Drones and Droids, Mobile Weapon Platforms, Greycloaks
NPC Gear: Owlbear/Nocur Mounts with Barding and Shattergun Miniguns, Spears of Rae, Shattergun Rotary Cannons, Bobcasters, Shattergun Repeaters, Blast Staves, Mass Drivers

[member="Ultimatum"],


"Good,"

HK replied to Ultimatum's transmission,

"There are reinforcements coming at my position too to flank the enemy, so far I am holding them off just fine by myself, keep me updated on your progress, if needed be I can divert more forces to your position from our allies, or head to reinforce you myself once we are done here."

The droid was so far confident that the Clones would not be able to deactivate him, at least not in time for the reinforcements to arrive so that they could be encircled and finished off by HK and the forces he still kept back and away from combat.


[member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Rexus Wenck"],


Portion of the shuttles seemed to have diverted towards other areas of the battle, at least the ones taken by Dish and his men, so at least not all of the deploying reinforcements were heading for Pharazon and the others, perhaps on the comms they would hear reports of the battle Clones were waging against a small groups of droids who were still causing them trouble and keeping them from full assault against the Mining Facility.

Either way, as magma bubbled nearby and pillars of smoke rose from the burning surface of Mustafar that heavy feeling of battle was lingering in the air, Alliance and the First Order would soon face off for the faith of Grand Moff who crashed into the GA occupied planet amidst the siege. From time to time a distant scream, explosion, or a shot of a mass driver would echo out from the Mining Facility, reverberating through the ash and obsidian land until it reached the stranded FO forces.

That Rexus is so wenck, yo.


[member="Aeron Kreelan"],

There came another transmission for the Alliance Command from the Baron, another report probably bounced off from Choli or some other star craft they had in the air,

"Looks like the tide is starting to turn in our favor,"

The droid begun, he was clearly in the middle of combat either by the background sounds or if it was a holorecording, thankfully he could do either of those silently as a background process without stopping what he was doing, often even simultaneously with other transmissions,

"The reinforcements have landed without major interception, we will be conducting multiple flanking maneuvers, but from air reports it looks like the FO are gathering a large force, including armored division near a downed ship, corvette I believe."

Suddenly one of the clones HK was fighting charged at him only to have his rifle ripped off from his hands as the droid swung his arm at him,

"I suggest we secure the facility first and route the assault teams they sent towards us at the ash flats and landing pads before fully focusing on that force by the crashed ship, although the size they are gathering around it suggests that they had a V.I.P. aboard, perhaps a Ren, General, or a Moff."

The clone that attacked HK fell limply to his knees before his head rolled off of his shoulders behind the droid,

"I will keep sending reports as the battle progresses."


[member="Dish"],

The news of reinforcements were welcomed gladly, although the fact that there were only five of them would prove to be a bit of an issue, but then again, HK was more or less alone, outside of the squad of Owlbear mounted Wardroids he assaulted the clones with that now scattered to wreck havoc throughout their lines, and he was doing fine.

"I need you to deploy on the rear or flank of the forces that are besieging the facility at my location, I am currently keeping them distracted before we will commence bombardment and full counter-assault on their position. If you could help in encirclement that would be optimal, they also have mortar and heavy repeater emplacements positioned to fire at me and our main forces, those should be your primary target if you can withstand their numbers."

HK knew that it was not going to be easy, after all unlike HK Dish did not possess a body entirely made out of Phrik, but if they worked together and did not back down, they could probably do it, after all their kind, Commandos, Pyre, highly advanced droids, specialized in achieving the impossible, in taking down an entire army with just a squad.


[member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Commander Lusk"],


"I will say."

HK quipped at Preliat's words as he extended out his arms towards him and formed a weird gesture. Then there was either quick familiar beeping or tumbling of pins on the ground by Preliat, the only warning he would get before an explosion suddenly erupted behind him.

KABOOOOOM

It rocked out in a shockwave from detonation and plasma, raining shrapnel and, probably, clone blood and gore. While the clone the droid threw survived, simply bashing Preliat with him was not the only part of his plan, as Preliat dodged the man and the clone stumbled behind, alive, the droid used telekinesis from his Grav-Gloves to trigger the grenades on his belt, or thermal detonators whichever his forces preferred to use, and if they somehow weren't employed with grenades, well he would give the man a little gift from Abregado before throwing him. Perhaps Preliat knew before hand that the machine somehow managed to learn telekinesis without tapping into the Force, if he didn't well there it was, unless he would assume that HK somehow sliced and rigged the grenades before hand.

Although the explosion should cut Preliat's burst short, since explosion just pretty close behind him, his shots would still hit HK as he could not divert too much time into dodging as he triggered the grenades on the trooper he threw into exploding. The shots caused his built-in deflector shield to light up, sparking to life as the damage was dampened, quickly draining his outer most defense as it could only handle a handful of shots before going down, but the impact still carried through, throwing him back.

HK rolled on the ground, his momentum allowing him to dodge some more shots thrown towards him from other Clones before he rolled to the side, taking cover behind the large armored corpse of one of the Owlbears taken down by the Clones.

The machine pulled his shattergun revolver out of its holster, prepared to dive out and strike upon Preliat once more as suddenly another clone appeared into view, pointing a gun at the droid he quickly ripped out of his hands before punching the man into his solar plexus. The clone's breath was knocked out of his hair before HK grabbed his helmet, ripping it off and bringing him up close as the armored Vong membrane covering HK's faceplate peeled back and his red eyes begun to dance in twirls and spins of lights.

"Look into my eyes, you can trust in me, I will show you the way."

HK cast a spell upon the clone as he activated his HyponGaze attachment.

Second later HK jumped out from behind the cover of dead Owlbear with a magnetic revolver in one of his hands, accompanied by the clone trooper he just ensorcelled, the clone screamed out wildly in a bloodcurling scream as he charged towards his brothers, opening fire at them in a blind berserker rage HK put him in.


None of the droids sent at Preliat, the war machines equipped with Bobcasters, Shattergun Repeaters, and Spears of Rae atop of their mounts, were retreating, majority of them did dismount by then to allow their mounts to charge into battle on their own as they engaged the clones in skirmish, either in melee or by utilizing the hard hitting Abregado guns, those that did remain atop their mounts were using the minigun shatterguns mounted on them to fire on the clones and their heavier guns like HK did previously. While Nocur, their Owlbears mounts, were not especially maneuverable, they were not slow either, at least not when their riders dismounted. Owlbears may not have been the fastest thing on Abregado, but they could sprint and charge fast enough to catch up to steppe and plain dwelling Magru, and they could definitely outrun a non-Force using man, at least when running in a straight line, their weakness in maneuverability came when they had to stop and turn or do some more graceful maneuvers, although when they started thrashing and swiping in melee they didn't need that much maneuverability to catch and rip into someone.

When Preliat fired at HK's mount earlier the beast was already running off somewhere else, catching another clone in its beak, hitting its faceplate would have been difficult at the angle, but his brethren took over the job as the war mount disappeared among the battle.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] @[SIZE=10pt]Rebel Sunka, [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Kaida Taldir"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Weapons: shield, Cortosis staff, ion-beamer, armorweave[/SIZE]

Force bubble went up, tinging the air a slight electric blue. Even with any effect Rebel's move had, she could feel the sound press against her concentration with the bubble. Ears popped and the bubble dropped. Took her a second to clear her head and a second longer to make sure Rekha wasn't dead.

Jaw set and purple lips thinned and she found herself moving as Trex did. She fanned out, moving to the right of Trex as she aimed to come close to the sith's side - mindful of Rebel's position as well. Fingers gripped the staff that had rested between her shoulder-blades. Swinging it so the electrical generator at the bottom became the top, she went to jab it up into the sith's armored-stomach finger pressing down so the electrical current would burst outwards on contact.

The mirialan could sense what Trex was doing and moved as one to try and compliment his efforts to knock the sith back, on his booty.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], etc.
Enemies: [member="Kimiko"]

A wry smile crossed the soft-faced youth as he hovered across from the woman. "You mistake mercy with kindness... Jedi, yes? Or maybe some other disciple of the Light?" The slender figure reached, indicating his First Order armband. "I side with the First Order out of convenience, to gain access to the knowledge of the Sith Lords. I offer you a way out so I can seek this knowledge unhindered."

He paused, sizing up the woman. She was clearly armed and dangerous, and he could sense the light burning in her, a fire both persistent and utterly repulsive. The true animal nature of life was taking what one desired. The true transcendence of that was to rise above form, matter, and death. The light was the compassionate sacrifice of the self, the annihilation of desire. It was alien to him.

"I do what I do for my own sake. This may confuse you, but I assure you -- nothing is simpler or more predictable. Now, trespasser, leave this place you were never meant to set foot in, or we will fight."

As he spoke these words, his aura roiled with palpable darkness, drawing closer to him. Like smoke hinting at fire, choking off light and suffocating the helpless, his own power swirled outwards, a manifestation of hell that could yet be inflicted.

"No. Not fight. Go, or I will execute you."

 

[Velon Ielor]

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

In any battle, Velon, like many before him, was well aware of what his strengths and weaknesses his armor was, and the traditional tactic would be to exploit them. It, however, would be his objective to make sure that Keira wouldn't exploit any weaknesses in his armor, and for him to be able to determine any in hers.

Velon saw her turn her wrist in an attempt to break his hold on his lightsaber. Like always, he countered that with his own wrist turn to counter her's applied force, stopping her attempt at disarming him. Knowing full well that he couldn't maintain it for long period of time, the Anzat quickly began to move before she could strike, using trakata(with his right lightsaber) with the hope that the sudden loss of pressure she might applied to meet his Anzati strength would affect her balance and hopefully, she would fall down.

The Dark Jedi then moved his left lightsaber somewhat close to him in order to be able to defend himself, as he pivoted to her left, and reactivated his right lightsaber extremely quickly. Velon would being his right lightsaber in a downward strike toward her extended left arm arm, hoping to strike the area of the biceps, and triceps.

Despite his deactivation of the lightsaber, his left blade was in a position to to be able to defend an attack from both of his flanks and all zones of his body; moreover, Velon also tightened his grip on his lightsabers to, and he moved his left leg in order to imbalance her. Hopefully, it would work.

 

[Vexen]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened

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

Enemies: | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="FN-888"] - AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank [member="FN-4077"] - AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank

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Vexen had been frowning at Allyson's heels. The girl could move around in them but they left a clear trail of pockmarks in the ground. It likely didn't matter in the situation, but Vexen was used to careful tracking in the outback with Micah. The sound of tanks, even repulsor driven, could travel kilometers.

Vexen’s sensitive ears swivelled back and forth and she canted her head to one side. Without warning she darted into the trees. They cast long shadows that she seemed to melt into the moments she moved into them. Uneven ground, fallen branches, roots and rocks. None of these impeded the rush of the agile wraith.

She came to a halt again, sensing Micah close by. She lowered herself close to the ground, her ears turning back and forth once more.

“A tank, maybe two or perhaps just several engines. But they've gone silent now. Micah, we need a plan for this. Have to stop 'em before they reach the base,”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

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

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

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Directly Engaging: No one currently​

Gear: In Signature​

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Before she went to go find another opponent, there was one thing that needed addressed first. It was clear Connor and his two friends had come in a different way than the rest of the Ren and First Order allies had arrived. That would need taken care of, or others could use that way to enter or escape. No, she might have spared Connor anything lasting... but that didn't mean she was going to be so lenient to anyone else. Walking back the way Connor had come from, lightsaber in hand to provide some light to see by, she could feel Liliane's presence had... changed.

How... interesting...

She would log that tidbit away for later, if she survived and depending on if the Alliance won or lost. It was clear to Taeli, with such a focus of the Ren on this castle, that something bigger was going down. As she walked, she submerged herself in the currents of the Force and felt... conflict... death... the emotions of hardened men and women engaged in battle... a mental image of large scale battle across the entire sector formed. She gave a small gasp as the vision took hold, showing her ships exploding with a menacing something in the background, showing her a planet of plains being turned into a theater of war, showing her the same volcanic planet they were on, droids and men clashing with white armor...

And then it was gone, and she was breathing hard. So it had come to this finally. She had thought Kaeshana would be the spark, and so it had. Now... now she had some thinking to do. her foot touched a piece of fresh rubble, catching her attention. Warm air, laced with ash from outside, was wafting down the tunnel before her. A former lava tube, one that had likely provided some geothermal power to the castle when it had been a place of residence. So that had been the entry point.

She sent her will into the rock and walls around this point, probing for weaknesses that their flashy entrance would undoubtedly had left. Small cracks that she would push into larger ones, not focusing too much of her energy on the task. She was not foolish enough to try and will it down, not when she could use the stone's own weaknesses and flaws and then gravity.

 

[Garett Van]

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FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Surface
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.

"Sub-Zero, get your things we're proceeding to the target area on foot."

"Finally."

Dismounting from the tank, Zero traveled light so there wasn't much for her to grab.

"Come on Sub-zero, we've got a lot of ground to cover. Five-meter spread single file and minimal sound. You're on point, don't worry I won't fall behind. Proceed to the marked location on your HUD and lead us down river."

Bolting away from the rest of the group at full sprint towards the location on her HUD. Zero thought to herself yeah you can try to keep up. Another reason she was placed in the scout troopers was her speed, she could out pace anyone at full speed, and it was few and far between when she actually got to use it too. Given the situation though now was one of those times to use it. To the other troopers she would have disappeared in almost a blink of the eyes. Once in her zone there was nothing to stop her. Come hell or high water she would be there as fast as she could get. Zero was very lightfooted as well, though running at full speed she made little sound, it would make it hard for sound sensors to detect her. Her armor's shade changed to the surrounding colors so she could blend in as well, though not invisible to an untrained or unwatchful eye she would be hardly seen.


[member="FN-888"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]

 

[Kellyn Muir]

R U T A N
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Allyson Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"], [member="FN-888"], [member="FN-4077"]

The tension had been building for months on months. Kaeshana was the tipping point; after a massive expansionist campaign, the Galactic Alliance had wagered war against the First Order on the system and had suffered an unexpected defeat. Since then, the Alliance had continued it's expansion into the depths of the galaxy whilst the First Order has been waiting...preparing... Like a spark before the flame, the First Order's assault was swift, however anticipated. However, the situation on Rutan was different. The only thing they were being assaulted by was the stillness of the air, and poorly timed anomalies.

Kellyn was in the basement when it happened. The electricity shorted and the door locked shut on him. It took him nearly an hour to use his fusion cutters to create a hole big enough for him to fit through. Tossing his helmet and weapon to the other side, he crawled through the small hole before clunking onto the metal flooring. Recovering, the door behind him slid open. With a shake of the head and a chuckle of disbelief, he donned his bucket and readied his weapon.

"Any SIS on this net, this is Olympus.", he said. The channel was encrypted and available to SIS personnel only, but he couldn't risk exposing his identity to foreign agents. "Send me a rendezvous point, I'll help where I can."