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

[Preliat Mantis]

Mustafar Mining Facility
Enemies: [member="HK-36"]
Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"]
Objective: Further Repel Assault


Preliat's clone shook off the hypnosis after a brief moment, being that he was both a clone of one of the hardest Mandalorians to grace the galaxy, and the fact that the man was a iron-willed warrior himself, a veteran of several conflicts and no stranger to summoning courage. The machine gun crews were easily able to keep up with the beasts. After all, they were on a fixed position. Preliat himself, however, was a rather unhappy camper. He rolled violently forward, his rifle cracking and impacting the ground, snapping the lower receiver. Not a very useful weapon. Preliat reached down and pulled out his trademark Westar-34 model blaster, although, it was less preferable than the M45's stopping power, it was enough to bring down many large beasts and opponents.

Preliat felt his body. Bruising. Maybe some light internal bleeding. Jarred- head was spinning. Had to focus. He counted to five to right himself. Then, he stood up, and over comms, ordered the mortars to hammer the living hell out of the droid's position on the mining facility. HE-rounds began to rain down, unchallenged from the sky. The mortar shells, being of solid matter and not of the energy-weapon based like other systems, would probably rip the shields to shreds in a matter of moments.

Meanwhile, HK had walked into a nearly company-sized element of Preliat's clone army, and was out behind cover. The owlbears were being dealt with rather quickly, given that a bunch of animals running around a fully-organized line company wasn't going to do particularly well. The numbers game was just no in their favor. The machine gun positions picked up, preparing to shift to their alternate position. Preliat rolled his shoulder, feeling scar tissue pop up as he raised his blaster in conjecture with his men, some three platoons and more worth, at HK's person.

And fired.

 

[Anika Nygaard]

Location: Deep below Vader's Castle​

Objective: Confront the Ren​

Allies: ​

~ [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] ; [member="Elpsis Elaris"] ~​

Enemies:​

~ [member="Kyrel Ren"] ; [member="Stardust Raxis"] ~​

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Anika kept following her gut feeling as she went along. The Ren and his twi'lek friend were just up ahead. All of a sudden, the two Sith replicas came up behind her in a little bit of time and speeding up didn't stop them from coming closer. As she sped up, they caught up with her in time and jumped in front of her, staying just ahead of Anika. Then, the two GA ladies from earlier came up behind her and one took the right hand droid, which when she yelled out for Anika to kill it, she looked back and in one fluid motion, pulled her sabers out, back flipped and landed her sabers right into the back of the droid. As soon as she did so, it flickered light for a few seconds before returning to it's original form. Then the one next to her literally fried as the other girl incinerated the droid from inside out. Looking back to the woman known as Taryc, she placed her sabers back on her belt, gave a small nod in respect and then turned around, continuing to follow the Dark Siders.

As she was running, wolves of some sorts came running past her. They were freaky little beastlies and instinctively, Anika camouflaged herself, knowing the fact that this place had been left for how many years and not many knew what exactly was hiding down in these hallways. There was so much darkness in the area, that it would choke up and blind the average Jedi. Anika's rather rare to her powers, seemed to help guide her through this hellhole though and she was able to stay on track with the Ren and his friend. However as she got closer and closer to their location, things got dark and cold quickly.. very dark. Whatever was down here had enough time to gather various amounts of power for the day something like this would happen.

Anika could sense it and she knew there was another presence down here, as there were many, but not of what she had sensed so far. As always, her curiosity got the better of her and she had to know what it was, but sensing it, her head came about herself and told her that the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't truly light. It would be a trick for whatever to either kill her, take her form or even capture her and tear her apart piece by piece. She had no idea and the light side of the force encouraged her to keep her mind on catching up with the Ren.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Gear: Armored coat, Mirari, Cruentis Cor
Allies in vicinity: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] (First Order)
Enemies in vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Liliane"] (Galactic Alliance)
Engaging directly: [member="Elmont Block"]

Whether it was Kaalia's verbal provocation or her attempt at choking him out, it was likely the latter, the Jedi closed the distance between himself and her and began a flurry of strikes in her direction. She was forced to relinquish the choke, but this was the position she was looking for. As she moved quickly to meet the strikes the redhead absent-mindedly spoke. "I must admit..." The sentence was never finished. The moment she saw an opening while deflecting his strikes she let her second saber, Cruentis Cor, fall out of her sleeve and caught it in her right hand. In a split second the crimson red beam of light spat out of the hilt and the redhead wasted no time bringing it towards the ribcage of the Jedi. A quick, fluid strike; speed was more important than power here. The attack was meant to surprise and put him on the back foot, making use of the fact she was up one blade now.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Mustafar

[member="Choli Vyn"]

The Subversion reverted back to realspace a short distance from the world. Far enough not to draw too much attention from fleets still exchanging fire kilometers above the magma surface. The forward bay doors slid open, revealing the bedlam. Even at this distance the bright green and red flashes being exchanged by the forces over the red cracked orb.

The lights changed on the deck. Asmus slammed his throttle forwards and his flight computer signalled the ship to tractor assist his launch. The carrier receded from view.

“Wraith Squadron away!” Asmus called.

“Roger that Wraith One. Ghosts are coming right in your tail. We'll cover your approach with a volley of missiles then you're on your own.”

“Understood. Someone pick the go music,” Asmus called out.

“My pick,” Chad replied before Wilson could chime in. The channel was isolated for some music before they reached the line of TIEs reaching out to make contact to the new Alliance signals. On any GA battle space management app they would appear as friendly, but unmarked forces. Special operatives with their IDs masked.

“This one,” Chad said with some glee, “goes out to whiskey girls everywhere.”

https://youtu.be/fjFDDTtabMQ

Asmus narrowed his eyes. “It'll be Zeltron dance music next time. The kind you hate. Command, I need a contact in the air over the mining facility. Inform them air support is inbound.”

“Wraiths, keep it tight and cut through these TIEs. Ghosts will engage heavy targets whilst we go groundside.”

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Mishel did not want to leave @Samka Derith alone to fend for herself but the flag was large, and it was getting heavy. She watched as Samka moved toward the combatants and then took notice of @Kriel Firin. They were crowded in a hall of the Castle, when she heard the sound of Sister Samka's lightsaber the teenage Ren made her choice. "I will return, I swear it." She vowed under her breath and turned the opposite direction, heading deeper into the castle. Alone, the vat-grown Ren put her cybernetic hand along the wall she was here in the Castle of the Galactic Empire's greatest force user quietly she recalled the details from brother [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s journals about Darth Vader. She knew from his journals that Mustafar held quite the significance to the late Sith Lord. This is where he turned, and as she closed her eyes a moment she felt the dark side energy and now knew what a joke it was to have the Galactic Alliance and their New Jedi Order here. No sane Jedi would truly come here, not willingly you cannot ignore the dark side when it is so strong here - and as she opened her eyes she swore she could hear the whispers of the late lord, "these are not true Jedi." As a Knight of Ren, she did not seek power for the sake of power, she sought power as a means to secure the First Order's future.

The First Order she thought to herself as she continued her way to a set of stairs, momentarily the young Ren's footsteps stopped and she looked out over the dam where lava flowed out. "Tell me of the Jedi," she asked aloud with the First Order's flag strapped to her back. The air that blew through the Castle's hallowed halls whispered something more into her ears and told her of the Jedi. Piecing it together with the journal entries from brother Kyrel Ren, from the nuanced teachings of brother [member="Connor Harrison"] she made a determination. Those that were here with the Galactic Alliance were not true Jedi at all. They followed no actual code and acted more like a military dictatorship, but it was of no consequence to her as of now as her footsteps continued. Mishel Ren was created, born to a grandmaster of a Dark Jedi Order known as the Fire Order. She'd been taken by her father Seiger Ren to serve a greater purpose. Reaching the second floor of Vader's castle she like the dark lord shared something in common, a bacta tank. Like him, Mishel found some comfort in the tank there was a quietness to it. The only thing you could hear was the flow of bacta around your person and the sound of the breathing apparatus. "Your mind betrays you," were the whispers spoken unto the disciple of Ren as she moved on once more. She was seeking a lift, somewhere on the second floor that might get her closer to the roof for her to plant the flag. "Your heart betrays you as well, Ren. You seek something that has long since been removed even here. Do you know who you are?"

"No." Mishel replied with the stinging sadness in her eyes, "but it matters not, I am a child of Ren."

"You are a child - but you are no Ren. You are her child, look deeper." In the moment, the brunette found herself looking at her own reflection. Chrome doors that locked access to the next hallway enabled her to see what it was this spirit wanted to her see. An armored hand came to the doors and Mishel's nostrils flared as tears blurred her vision. Her chest became heavy with breath as she put the second hand on the doors. "You were robbed of a childhood with her, robbed of a life - robbed of the way of the true Jedi." And no longer did she hear the vocabulator-enhanced voice but of someone more clear.

In the same instance, the implant in the back of her neck struck, sending down electrical currents through her body. Mishel refused to fall to her knees and instead leaned her body against the cool surface of chrome. Her eyes looked to the door's frame and there she found a panel, concentrating she took off a glove and put her hand to it letting the electrical currents flow out of her hand. Disrupting the panel's control on the door, falling to her side when it opened she found herself in a larger chamber.

Location: Vader's Castle​

Allies In Range: None​

Enemies in Range: None​

Objective: Plant the Flag​

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: Civilian protection & relief
Allies: [member="Hazel Zanteres"], [member="Vilaz Munin"] and friends
Enemies: N/A

The addition of the Mandalorians was not unwelcome, but Joza was uncertain as to how they’d be taken by the civilian populace. Mandos weren’t particularly known for their peace loving ways, and though it seemed a bit strange that they’d be supporting a neutral party, they were not without their honor. Well, Joza personally had a different interpretation of it, but she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the less pink portion of her heritage.

Though she watched with curiosity as Hazel disembarked to talk with the suspicious citizens, eyeing their armored defenders. She couldn’t blame them, after all. The fighting on the volcanic planet was too close to the city for her own tastes, something she’d monitor if necessary. Her doctor companion seemed to smooth things over, allowing them entry into the city. Her skill in negotiation was something to admire, and Joza would note that in the back of her mind as she sent Hazel an approving and appreciative gaze. Wordless praise where it was due.

They made their way towards the center of the city, hauling medical and other aid supplies as they went. The streets were rather sparse, most people electing to stay in their homes given that they were unsure of what exactly was going on—they were in the loop enough to know that the First Order was invading, but who were these new military types in their city? An aid branch of the Alliance? Everything had happened so quickly that they had their uncertainties. Water was a major import, and they were fearful of a blockade or poorly managed relief.

The Mandos helped to oversee the unloading of supplies in one of the rec centers that was now a makeshift relief station. Water and purification devices had been a big factor when they were choosing what to bring—along with the standard medical fare.

“We have a problem.” The comm crackled in her ear and Joza frowned. It was one of the Heka Healers she’d sent out to evacuate the city’s edge. “We’re getting some bad pushback. They don’t trust us. One even punched Lucas in the head!” Her teeth grit together for a short moment before her jaw relaxed.

“Try to pacify them. Don’t use force, and for the love of everything don't use the Inferno spray.. I’m on my way.” The Heka were mostly Zeltrons, but one had to be careful with pheromones, especially given the high stress situation. She couldn’t blame the civilians, after all. They were being invaded, and the OSL was newly formed.

Hazel was nearby, so she approached the other woman with no small amount of informality. “We’ve got an issue in the far north sector. I’m going to check it out, want to come with?”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Barkhesh North

"Awww, you say the sweetest things." Laira said sweetly in the backfacing seat of the ETA-2 Interceptor. Why on earth some fool mechanic had decided to make a tiny rear facing turret seat she did not know, all she really knew was that it was rather uncomfortable.

The redhead exhaled deeply and adjusted herself around, shifting in the tiny seat until she found the most comfortable position she could within the little space frame that had been provided by the Alliance. She yearned for her big spacious cockpit about the Tachyon, but was not in a position to go fetch it for this mission. It was docked too far out of the way being watched over by her droid companion.

Her own thoughts turned towards her home, her real home. As much as she tried to adjust and live the life of a drifter calling her ship home, Alderaan would always hold a special place in her heart. Its gleaming blue waters, lush green forests and plains. Her mother and father. But most importantly her twin brother who stayed home when she left to explore the galaxy.

How he must feel, that after sharing a strong bond and being nearly inseparable throughout their childhood she was no simply gone, only calling when she felt like it. When Laira had left for university they had both felt strangely alone for the first time in their lives, then she left to go galavanting across the galaxy on her own. But she was never truly alone.

Laira sighed from her position in the back and leaned her head against Jorus's shoulder. She couldn't see the pictures or should would likely assume the young man was a polygamist rather than a man with a child older than her. "Alright, I'm as ready as I'll ever be sweetie."

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Ochre Squadron: 3 U-Wings | 4 Cobra-Class Gunships | 5 M47 Illria-Class Dropships | Troops: HBD-300 Droid Series | Mk II/H Battle Armor | BTI-HPC | VT-SDC 13 | Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades

"Shit." Choli gave a curse, muttering under her breath as she did her best to control the U-Wing as they neared the crash site. There was an issue with flying on Mustafar compared to Sullust. Mustafar was a very young and volatile world, torn apart by opposing gravitational forces of the gas giants Jestefad and Lefrani, with the former being the closer of the two. The intense geological activity creates natural scanning interference that has kept prying eyes away from Mustafar for most of its history.

Sullust on the other hand, while it was popularly known as "the volcano planet," only certain portions of the world contained active volcanoes. However, much like Mustafar, the atmosphere of Sullust was barely breathable, with hot and thick clouds of toxic gases released in volcanic eruptions rendering the planet's surface lethal for sustained habitation and uncomfortable for short visits. The Atmospheric blackouts occurred on a regular basis due to large gouts of smoky ash. Its surface was also dangerously volatile; while Sullust's geology was poorly understood, the mantle between the planet's core and its thick crust appeared to be semipermeable, allowing eruptions to occur frequently. Most of the opaque substances ejected by the volcanoes remained in the upper atmosphere while heavier gases flowed back down, resulting in high surface visibility and noxious surface air.

Having experience flying through training exercises on Sullust did help the Rogue navigate on Mustafar; but it didn't make it a walk in the park. If anything, the Rogue had to use not only the skills she'd trained on for constant hours, but also utilize the enhanced senses and reactions through the Force.

The U-Wing gave a shudder, the pilot turning on to try and scan as much as she could about the crash site ahead. Of course, the natural landscape of Mustafar made this difficult; but an entire congregation of First Order forces just from the visual gave Choli a BIG clue that things were starting to look rather rough down there.

All Choli would be able to discern is that there was a massive amount of troop movement. This was bad, very bad. A crackle pop in her helm brought [member="Elliot Locke"], her former co-pilot, into her ear.

[ Crashwell, I got movement up ahead, you seeing 'em? ]

[ Yeah you bet your ass I am. ] Choli's voice went crackling through the encrypted Alliance channels. [ I'm going to scan some more and see what else I can find.]

A beep on through to [member="HK-36"], [member="Ultimatum"], and @Dice sent out the following message.

[ We got contact from a whole heck of a lot of bucket heads. ] she transfered the coordinates. [ Ochre Squadron has more troops to drop... where do you want them?]

Just then, Alliance command sent Choli word.

Ochre Nine, Air support is inbound.”

Choli didn't know it, but it was led by [member="Asmus Janes"] himself. He was bringing Wraith and Ghost Squadron.

 

[Ty Rellius]

Mustafar
Vader's Castle
@Sarge Pottiger @Samka Derith

Sarge didn’t give much information in way of ideas. It appeared that he was more a man of action than one of plans, Ty was willing to roll that way. He summoned the force and began to push the smoke and grenades out of the large door he had originally entered. The smoke was heavy and began to sink of the sides of the platform outside. The ruins of this castle had it overlooking steep cliffs that over saw a massive lava caldera. If this gas is as heavy as it appeared to be, then it would naturally settle at the lowest point. With that in mind, Ty began using the bulk of his time to push the deadly smoke and the grenades over the cliffs and into the lava.

Smoke on the…. Lava! Fire everywhere!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUwEIt9ez7M

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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

[SIZE=13.5pt]BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE[/SIZE]
World shield is now fully deployed around Barkhesh. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. The only ships allowed within Barkhesh will only be granted permission by GADF personnel for the next 24 hours.

GADF Base under Darksky shield.

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
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="Alyce Hawke"] - flying nearby; pew pewing any First Order Dropships
[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.

Neutral: [member="Bethany Kismet"] -- Plantary Shield is now fully activated, any OSL member will need to request entry through GADF comm.

ENEMIES: First Order
[member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; walking inbound
[member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; cursing Kaine and crashed

[member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] approaching Barkhesh

[SIZE=9pt]"Been ready for a few hours now, Kreelan." Aeron could only give another snort at the Jedi Master [member="Michael Sardun"]’s quip. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“What you never heard of hurry up and wait?” she shot back, grabbing one of the speeder bikes. A leg swung over the seat, settling herself in. They would go through the tunnels and make their way out of the underground exit. From there they would support @[member="Grozkalla"] and the rest of the GADF and Omega Pyre forces. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Halzyn kept close to the Prex while the ORC troops jogged to their own speeder bikes.. Joined by GA and Omega Pyre forces, their eighty men had now increased exponentially. They would be able to defend this base; well, one hoped. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Up in the center of Alliance Barkhesh command, more updates were being brought in. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ We're coming in on the Alliance base. 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.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]That was from Jorus Merrill. He wasn’t the only one who had taken hits. [/SIZE]

"Rogue Eight to Barkhesh Command, reporting no sightings of enemy fightercraft unengaged at the moment. Commencing assault on dropships.

[SIZE=9pt][ Copy that Rogue Eight. Continue your contact run. ] was sent out to [member="Alyce Hawke"]. Only those with eyes in the sky would be able to keep any more First Order shuttles at bay, much like with [member="Dax Fyre"] and his boat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Just then a transmission from Asmeru. It was Master [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. [/SIZE]

“This is Marshal Voidstalker to Barkhesh base. We’re facing off with a significant First Order presence in the Asmeru system. We’re unable to provide any further assistance at this time. I suggest we move any reinforcements up from Eriadu and the Belsavis outpost.”

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[SIZE=9pt]The Commander in charge thinned his lips. Scouring the holoarray, he took stock of where they were at. Jorus Merrill had already informed Command they were switching to a fresh ship. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ [member="Jorus Merrill"], this is Alliance Command. Hope you got an itch for a wild ride because we have a request for aid at Asmeru. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The crackle of the comm would flicker for a moment before the Commander came back online. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ There is some sort of ongoing anomaly there. And I will be honest, you may be looking at a very busy sky.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With the world shield up, it meant that anyone going out or in now had to be cleared through Galactic Alliance Command. If accepted, they would allow a small section of the planetary shield to open for their departure. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Sending you coordinates if you are interested.][/SIZE]

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=10.5pt]https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] deploying in 5 minutes, sections already being set across the northern hemisphere. SIS base still under the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Vexen"] - Defel without a cause[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Allyson Locke"] - SIS agent in a mini skirt[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Kaili Talith"] - Up in the air[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Kellyn Muir"] - [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | TX-130T Tank | [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"][/SIZE]

With five minutes left before the World Shield was fully deployed, SIS and GADF were doing all that they could to ensure the safety and security of Rutan and her moon. Discussions with King Siei assured his majesty that the Alliance were doing everything they possibly could to ensure the safety of both Kingdoms.

Chatter going up and down the sector had made it evident that this could quickly turn into a full fledged invasion. Ambassedor Areith zy'Vranthi had ordered for the relocation of excess forces to Asmeru, Barkhesh, Rutan, and Mustafar. Yet, even then, would they be there on time?

The comms officer intercepted [member="Kaili Talith"]'s incoming transmission identifying herself. [member="Allyson Locke"] had no clue that her girlfriend had actually flown from across the sector to the SIS outpost to find Locke herself.

“This is Kaili Talith, I got this shuttle from Asmus Janes who was kind enough to drop me off in the system. 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.”

A review of the transponder codes and of the identification allowed the woman entry before the World shield was fully up. Yet what came next had the SIS base react accordingly.

“Just caught sight of a tank patrol by the river. Something going on around here that I should be aware of?”

"What tank patrols?" one officer questioned. They had none.

"Investigate the matter. Redirect the scoutships and deploy the drones."

"Yes Sir." within short order, a call had been sent to redirect two more of the The S-3’s along with RC-2 Twilight Scoutships. A series of defense drones modeles, OBL-1, OBL-2, OBL-3, and OBL-4 in the several dozens would soon deploy from the base. Their charge, to hunt down and scan the ground for any intruders much like the scoutships in the air were in the skies.

OUT IN THE JUNGLE

Micah would quietly nod at the information [member="Vexen"] had given hiim. A tank, possibly two, or just the sound of several engines. But if they'd gone silent, that didn't bode well for them at all. Also, they weren't even sure if they were part of the Alliance - Micah and Vex hand no idea that this was actually an SIS outpost - so when the base was mentioned, he assumed Galactic Alliance.

[member="Allyson Locke"] wouldn't stand idle for long. Through her own SIS encrypted comm, the following had been sent to her.

"Any SIS on this net, this is Olympus. Send me a rendezvous point, I'll help where I can."

"We'll gather up. See what we can find." Micah turned to Vex, "Figure out where this base is. Think Allyson would be able to find out if whatever is out there is alliance?"

Well only one way to find out.

"Come on." Micah motioned to the Defel, moving to head back to Allyson.

He spotted her looking rather mopey, with her skirt half torn and those heels covered in dirt. How she managed to do that was just beyond him. A shake of his head came next.

"I think we might have spotted something. Military. Think you can find out if it is Alliance?" for all he knew, Allyson was still a Rogue Pilot, so of course she'd be able to ask.

He had no idea that Allyson had taken a new opportunity with SIS.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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Engaging: [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

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

[ Theme ]​

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As the girl continued to speak, his patience began to dwindle. Dominion. It was an interesting choice of words from Jamie of House Pyne, though given the royal roots she'd revealed perhaps not so unexpected. Again the girl's words turned to the Sith, citing worlds and events perpetrated by those who wished to sow chaos and discord across the galaxy, or at least in the short term. There were those who just wanted to see the world burn, but even the Sith when organized weren't about causing mindless chaos, there was always some larger goal. At the girl's mention of the Ren bringing chaos, even if indirectly, he loosed a quiet chuckle.

"No." He rebuked her claim. "No, we aren't the ones bringing chaos to your worlds - we bring order. Unlike the Sith you take me for, I belong to an order much greater than any individual Sith Lord." He paused, his dark eyes tracing over the woman as he took a step again to his left. "I and my ilk.. We serve Sieger Ren."​

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It was as the first letter, R, rolled off his tongue that Castor quickly brought the tip of his blade up before a single handed downward slash was made at the girl. Again the strike was slow, almost as if intentionally easy to trace but even so they carried weight behind them. As he stepped inward for the strike he aimed to pull back again in the same manner as he had previously after he had followed through. The only thing that broke the sound of the blade cutting through the air was again Castor's voice.

"And what does Jamie know of Sieger? I anticipate not much - Have you stopped to think about the worlds we have claimed? What would they look like if we hadn't stepped in, stemmed the tide of chaos and unlawfulness of those worlds? I find your accusation lacking evidence."​

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Like a predator stalking his prey he stepped again, circling the girl slowly, his eyes fixed on hers. His blade hung at his side, the tip nimbly dancing as he waited for a possible counterattack. No doubt if he continued to prod at the girl she would eventually strike - then again, his encounters with Jedi had been brief. It was a learning experience, likely for the both of them.

Spoiler

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

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

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

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

 

[Asharad Graush]

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Location: Barkhesh Northern Plains
Objective: Kick Some Jedi
Allies: [member="Braith Achlys"], I guess
Enemies: The Whole Lotta Ya, [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

The Sith Lord had fired the sonic blast over the group. Even those that weren't directly in the line of fire were affected by the whining pitch of it, but before he could even re-calibrate its settings to a tighter and more focused shot, one of the hostiles that had come for him had sent his rifle up, its muzzle aiming upwards. Before him, one of the Jedi had raised a personal shield about himself, protecting himself for the most part from the blast, the same with the first Jedi, the Mirialan, thought they were still both affected to some degree.

They're a group. Yet they fight for themselves.

He came to the conclusion with the apparent lack of unity of the hostiles.

The first one, dark of hair rushed him. With the sonic rifle being already off target and heavy, he continued with that upwards momentum and replaced it onto his back with his right hand. Simultaneously while the Jedi with the dark hair, the one with the cybernetic arm he sought to use that foreign technology upon him, A'sharad's left hand had been summoning the Dark Side of the Force. Anger, irritation at being interrupted by Trextan, assaulted by the group of Jedi, any emotion that was necessary in this situation as he called upon what was more or less his most offensive ability in the Force.

Telekinetics.

Through the Force he could sense the Jedi who had attempted to throw him off balance through his sonic rifle. Rebel likely would've felt the gathering around him as he remained on the ground, in pain from the wailing of the sonic technology, but only for an instant before he was launched through the air and straight towards the young Voidstalker who was rooting himself to the ground. Right hand having lowered to his side, the Force aiding him with speed, increasing his reaction time due to him moving even faster, the cybernetic hand, encased in the suit of armour as well, latched onto the hydrastaff coiled tightly around his waist. As soon as he touched it, it loosened, just as he spotted the Mirialan surging forwards.

What? He thought in surprise.

His right hand lurched forwards at an angle in the general direction of the Mirialan Jedi Knight as the electrical charge of the staff crashed into his chest, just as the five heads of the hydrastaff parted, threatening to tear open her flank from her peripheries. But even if they struck, he wouldn't have been able to capitalize on the counter-attack for Trextan, his apparent look-alike had thrown him backwards.

He hit the ground and went backwards across the grass, hydrastaff and all.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Barkhesh North Plain
Objective 1: Hold the lines
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Braith Achlys"]
Gear:, blasters, taozin amulet
Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey, and her red feather outfit

Rekha did not have time to think right now except for the constant ringing in her ears now present. As she looked up incoming to their position. She could see the staff parting and then something amazing the attacker went backwards.

Rekha struggled to her feet still shaking her head. She had to get her head clear and quick being the only Non Jedi in the group she felt exposed. Seeing the attacker however land back on his backside stirred a sense of hope.

She leveled the Woebringer in her right hand where do you shoot someone falling backwards, a few places places the knees, feet, and…the um…soft spots that they land on. Rekha let off several shots rapid fire aiming for the feet and knees, her intended targets. It's like kicking someone in the knees, can't walk if your knees are broken. But then her tactics weren't always used on force users.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Vader's Castle: Defense

Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"]
Allies: [member="Ty Rellius"]

With Ty pushing aside the gas as best he could manage, Sarge was free to engage the Sith. It was the usual shtick, he'd heard it plenty of times before. That was the dynamic of Force Users, he'd found; just as the Force was a duality, so too were the warriors who used it. The Jedi were typically calm, almost complacent, but when pushed could be a force to be reckoned with. The Sith were always a force to be reckoned with because much like a match struck near a methane leak, they were a small spark away from explosion.

She'd not see the smirk that graced his lips beneath his helmet.

Almost immediately, however, he knew exactly the sort of fighter he was up against. It would be finesse versus speed, agility versus positioning, willpower versus zealous fervor.

As she jumped, his hand came up, palm outward, and he swelled the Force at the end of his limb. She landed, and in the instant her knees bent to absorb the impact, he'd send a Force Push her way to knock her over - in this case, it deflected her Force Scream upward, though his helmet had to cut exterior audio to avoid overload, and a crack ran along the edge of his visor.

And then she was on him, and he defaulted to his usual mode; he'd once been told he practiced Soresu, and while he'd studied all the forms academically, he'd always preferred his own natural style. A style that relied on patience, positioning, and strong counters. He could find no immediate break in her guard to exploit for now, however, as she didn't seem to have a pattern of attack. She was swinging, madly, without thought.

His blade shifted, pivoting to parry, deflect and block the blows coming his way. There was no offensive move made, he simply weathered the storm. That was the point, however; his body and blade remained in motion, feet and arms shifting in the most efficient manner they could.

"Elaborate on your policy positions further, please." He remarks casually, though the tightness of his voice spoke to how focused he was. Violence brightened her eyes, as surely as focus hardened his.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility
Objective: Destroy HK-36 and his forces
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"]

As much as it hurt him to see his brothers and sisters die around him, as deep as the pain cut into his chest was, there was something about all of this. It was something that Lusk missed more than anything, the rush of battle, the moments where nothing else in the Galaxy mattered other than the next kill you got. It was intoxicating and each and every clone loved it, they loved the idea that they could die in a moment's notice and they accepted and longed for an honorable death in battle. Even though when the dust settled and the battle was over, they would mourn and celebrate the lives of their family. They had passed on to chaos where they could give the devil some pain.

"FINISH THEM!!!" Lusk shouted out at the top of his lungs.

As much as HK's fever dream wanted to go on, the fact of the matter was he had lost the moment the clones took the field. With far superior tactics and a will to fight that matched no other here, the clones would rip apart their lines and destroy the cold and uncaring droids that didn't care if they lived or died. Clones however very much wanted to fight the next fight, and that raw stubborn determination was what would win them this battle. That and the fact that the snipers positioned in the hills were picking off the owlbears one by one with high caliber blasters that could pierce a piece of phrik armor. Not to mention the mortar rounds that could rip through shields and droids. Oh and the machine gunners who could sweep and clear an entire line of droids with very little effort. But you know it was mostly the determination.

"PUSH!!" Lusk shouted to the company of clones who were on the flanking maneuver.

They had sustained heavy casualties due to HK, they even had to pull more medics to address all the wounded. But they still fought with every ounce of passion and raw power within them. Lusk with his new Verpine started to blow away droids shot after shot until the weapon crapped out on him. Cheap piece of protectorate garbage.

Though even with their determination of they didn't do something soon the flanking company could crack and they'd be forced to fall back to set up an additional line to catch HK's droids in crossfire rather than a direct assault. Which while it was certainly deadly it wasn't going to provide nearly as much damage to the droids as Lusk and Preliat would of wanted.

Looking towards his right he found a downer machine gunner who no longer drew breath. Lusk knelt over his brother and took one of his dog tags before stuffing it away in a compartment. He gave his younger brother a gentle pay on his helmet and grabbed the Judge he was carrying.

The Tenloss made Judge was a beast of a support machine gun, traditionally it was fired from a prone or crouching position and it could easily deliver destructive fire power at long distances. It was a clone's best friend in a tight pinch. But Lusk didn't have time for fixed positions. Instead he slapped the heavy weapon onto a combat sling and held on for dear life.

The Judge opened fire with bright red spears of plasma running through droids, Owlbears, and points of cover. As an experienced soldier the clone controlled the recoil to the best of his ability and pushed forward with it. The clones behind him began to rally and shout out with their traditional Mandalorian war cries. There was a new fighting spirit ignited among Lusk and the crew of troopers, a want and lust for war that wasn't going to be broken any time soon.

 

[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: (Disengaging) [member="Draco Vereen"] | (Engaging) [member="Aver Brand"]​

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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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As he fired the Ion blaster, Rolf quickly ducked back behind cover just in time - several blaster bolts careening both down the hallway and into the small bulkhead he found himself hiding behind. Had he reacted any slower he would have just taken at least one, maybe two bolts to the dome piece - thankfully lady luck seemed to follow the Major from campaign to campaign, he intentionally didn't question when exactly his luck might run out. Checking his HUD, he quickly assessed the situation. That initial blast from the Mandalorian's weapons had almost decimated the first wave of troopers but now their comrades had arrived, evacuating the wounded while the others provided much needed covering fire as they retreated down the corridor towards the landing pads.

The Ren had begun his assault on the Mandalorian directly - in the tight confines of the halls Rolf couldn't hope to get another clear shot at the armored hulk. *Blast!* Instead the Major tucked himself behind the cover just long enough to glance behind. He'd wanted to get a clearer view as to how his troops had fared clearing the corridor a short ways behind - what he got was something that caused his heart to almost stop. A blur, something without an IFF token, a form that definitely wore the armor of the First Order, or at least what appeared like it - though there was something amiss. Rolf could have sat there contemplating it, taking the time to analyze the situation and respond accordingly, but he didn't.

Too often did life and death come down to a mere moment, a collection of milliseconds in the grand scheme of a battle. Had his mind been on anything else, he might have reacted slower, he might have even failed to notice the blur of motion but he was trained, a capable warfighter - a veteran of battle. His body had begun moving before he'd had time to assess the situation. Rolf let himself tip backwards, a sharp fizzle of energy cascading past his helmet. Again lady luck smiled upon the man. As the Major's body came to rest on his back, facing the new attacker, he managed to bring the barrel of the DEMP 2 Ion blaster carbine to bear down, center mass, on the figure now at near point blank range - firing between his legs at nearly point blank range, he grit his teeth and waited for the impact.

That was the thing with Ion weaponry, especially when utilized against organics. While still maintaining the ability to severely wound or even kill an enemy, it was much more suited for anti-droid or anti vehicle warfare and entirely unlikely to stop an object in motion - or in this case, a person. A hit against an insufficiently defended opponent in high tech armor would likely devastate their armor systems, even the FO-02 Armor which Rolf himself wore would feel the effects of the Ion blaster at such short range. To what effect exactly it would become clear momentarily..

Spoiler

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

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

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Objective: Civilian relief effort & Providing aid were possible​

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

Enemies: N/A ​

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Internally, Hazel had let out a sigh of relief when they were given entry into the city. She glanced over towards Joza and raised an eyebrow, not expecting the approval in the woman's look. Diplomacy or rather negotiation, were subjects she wasn't particularly versed in, and certainly hadn't studied them years ago but it seemed she had some measure of skill in it. Perhaps, though Hazel wasn't particularly convinced it was anything more than just chance and luck. She had defused several situations in the past, but they had just been very minor things - like disputes between soldiers. It had resulted on a couple jokes at her expense, poking at the fact she should've gone into politics if she had never became a battle medic. To Hazel that was completely preposterous, and she was certain her time on the battlefields was what had steeled her towards her non-violence stance in the end.

As they had moved through Fralideja, the tension around was blatant and unabashed. All eyes were on them, whispers were being said and even a couple open conversations were sprouting up about them. If there were civilians walking around, they would quickly run inside and slam the door shut. It was clear as day they were afraid of them, or maybe it was the Mandalorians that were protecting them. Each certainly cut an imposing figure on their own, that and just the word Mandalorian would likely inspire some dread given their history.

Hazel openly sighed as she just looked around, watching as supplies were moved around. She wasn't one to just do nothing though, and her doctor instincts had her soon moving around the area providing help to the wounded and the local medics. Her approach each time was met with hesitance, and warning. But her being unarmed, and stressing her desire to simply help eventually allowed her to get close. It was as she was dealing with her sixth wounded, that Joza approached.

She looked up from her knelt position, the start of a smile on her face that was quickly washed away when she saw the look on the Zeltron's face. Hazel's expression shifted as listened to what Joza said.

"Definitely, let me just quickly finish up here and I'll be with you." Hazel made quick work - yet still enough time to ensure the wounded man was properly cared for, before she stuffed her items back into the satchel and was following Joza over to their speeders. It was a brief ride over, but as they got closer to the scene the more louder the commotion got and the more apparent it became just what was going down.

A number of the Heka Healers were gathered together, but it wasn't the entire unit. It seemed to be the ones that had been closest when the situation had escalated. As they stopped their speeders close by them, Hazel could finally see one of the Healers had their helmet off, his face sporting a nasty bruise. Hazel frowned, seeing that violence had already been sparked. While Joza was immediately over with her unit, checking on them - Hazel instead was trying to take in the situation that was brewing, thinking on what to do.

It was an angry mob, one which was steadily growing. The civilians were clearly falling on their fear and anger that had been building ever since the attacking on the mining facility had begun, and they were in their sights. She even spied a few of them with weapons, mostly crude and makeshift like rocks. Hazel sighed, there was always those within the crowd that purposely wanted to make things worse. The Heka Healers were trying to calm the mob down; talk to them. But they were having none of it.

Hazel looked up at the sky, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It must've caught Joza's attention, as when Hazel opened her eyes and looked over, she was already watching her. She gave the Zelton a look, a request of trust on her part. But at the same time there was hesitation, fear in Hazel's expression and summarily was asking to watch her back, like they had agreed on earlier. With a small nod, Hazel did something that was probably rather stupid.

She strode right inbetween the Heka Healers and the mob.

"Enough!" Her shout reverberated across the area, as the Hapan stood there with her arms stretched out. The first line of the mob stopped in surprise, causing the ones behind them to halt and so on. They were shocked. Here was a woman, unarmed and literally standing just about within arms reach if the crowd were to suddenly roar back to life again. There was no anger in her expression, just an stern look in her eyes that eventually shifted into one of kindness and compassion as she lowered her arms.

"We understand your situation, we know what it's like. You're scared of what is essentially happening on your doorstep. And yes I know, it's worse to think that it's happening just over there." She raised her arm out and pointed in the rough direction of the mining facility. "That it's terrifying to think it's so close, that it could possibly end up coming to the city. And yes, I won't lie and say there's not a possibility because there is. But please believe me when I saw that personally I know what you are all feeling. I've been in your shoes, been in cities like this before, that dreaded anticipation of something happening at any moment. That is why we are here - the Order of the Sacred Lotus." She paused to point at her armband and waved her arm towards her fellow Order members. "We are dedicated to bringing aid to all, to help those caught in the middle - such as you all here and everyone else in the city. We are here to heal, to provide medical aid. To ensure your safety to the best of our ability. War is nasty, it is unfair. And that is why we have come to your city - your planet, to help you, the ones that are always caught in the crossfire between two warring sides." Hazel took a breath as she looked at all the civilian faces before her. "So please, allow us to do our job here. I can assure you we not here to cause harm, but to heal."

With her piece said, Hazel didn't move. Not a step backwards. She remained where she was resolute in both her stance and her words.

 

[Zef Halo]

CLOSE TO BARKHESH ALLIANCE BASE
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] ; [member="Koshka Scalvez"]
ENEMIES: [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Laira Vereen"]
EQUIPMENT: Duraplast Armor Stormtrooper version of this basically | C-51 | Wrist Datapad | Vibroknife

ENGAGING: [member="Grozkalla"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"] as well, sort of.

Jude was not able to see the result of his mental intervention upon the vengeful wookie as his buddy was immediately returning fire, in the forms of physical green projectiles, at Jude's position.

That was perceptive.

The agent hid back behind cover right on time when the projectile struck the cover, its dispersion producing noise as if hundreds of glasses had been broken simultaneously while the blistering heat of thermal energy that was delivered made even Jude, behind cover, sweat.

More 'life threads' appeared flooding his mind with numerous thoughts, emotions and needs. Alliance reinforcements. Among them, he could feel the minds of those attached to the ethereal that Jude 'swam' in. The signs of Force Users.

To that later.

Turning to see what was beside him, Falkrowe was almost startled to see the dead stormtrooper. He'd not even felt when the man had arrived behind him for cover, let alone when was he killed. The agent's eyes fell upon the thermal detonator clipped to the trooper's belt.

There was not much he could do with a charric pistol here but a thermal detonator might be deliver different results.

Jude grasped the explosive orb and activated its five second timer. Holding it for one second before hurling it like a nasty, rotten apricot at the wookies and one particular blonde's positions (if you're near each other).

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility, Mustafar
Objectives: Eliminate all Enemy Opposition
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"] (AKA Super-Bae) | [member="Ultimatum"] | GA
Enemies: [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | FO
Engaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Skaara Carlon"] (Believe he said he was bailing on the thread)

The moment's respite awarded to the Mandalorian Warlord by the female stormtrooper's distraction was all he needed. Whether she was an ally or a dissenter mattered little to the Dragon, for the time being he would be accepting of her presence. Pleasantries could be exchanged after the landing pads were secured.

Sonic blasts and blaster bolts continued raining down the corridor, but now Draco had narrowed the gap and the Vaderling seemed indisposed with some other internal contemplation. The Force charged through Draco's muscles and ligaments, flowing into his bones and tendons, surging them forward and incredible speeds and forcing the pain of his injuries and building exhaustion down for the time being. With the Stormtroopers attempting to enter and fight their way into a corridor, there was no need to slow down. Their bodies would provide all the speed bump he needed to keep from propelling himself onto the cat-walk.

Bolter clattered to the floor as the Mandalorian charged with a roar, pounding up the corridor faster and faster, his pace quicker and quicker. Each step carrying him several meters further down the corridor. At the last moment, he leveled his body to shoulder block the group of Stormtroopers attempting to enter to engage the Alliance Forces, careful enough to avoid his new found ally during his charge. Over three hundred pounds of beskar, muscle, and burning vengeance propelled at more than a full sprint was a powerful weapon.

And now the Dragon had come to grips with his prey, able to get his teeth and claws upon him.