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

[Jarven Zexxel]

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"Are you sure the astro drift is supposed to be that wide for that jump?"

"Eechuta bani raas!"

"No, I full well know that I'm the one who hired you on to be my astro navigator for this job. I hear that you're the best around and this is a particularly dangerous stunt I'm trying to pull to not get tagged halfway to Rutan."

"Eechi koonay rasa ha!"

"Look, I'm not trying to belittle your intelligence, Benni, but I AM paying you and I AM nervous and I WANT you to just assuage me here, not get offended!"

"Eekeen con rulihaa..."

"Yes, I know what you did for Kenjen and that was very impressive of you---oh, just forget it. This is getting nowhere fast just like us."

"Jato see---"

"Then put it in! Whatever! If we die, then RIP!"

With that, Jarven slumped back in his seat. A disgruntled Duros whispered under his breath,

"Chanae rosa eey poodoo..."

Eventually, the ship shot off into its jump. This would be one of many jumps (each one carefully calculated by the intellectual Duros NPC) before they would finally reach their destination from an unexpected angle: Rutan.

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The trip wasn't actually that bad. No, actually, it was a lot of bad. There was a lot of arguing to pass the time, but that wasn't the be all end all. Sure, they were both restless, on edge and ready for the trip to end, but that didn't mean they couldn't be mature, civilized adults and hate each other quietly like women do. Jarven definitely got the chance to learn more about Benni Celeel. Divorced wife, a child who didn't even know that Benni existed because the mom was a schutta, Benni trying and failing to get close and finally giving up so that he could go back to work and NOT be homeless. You know, blah, blah, blah, I have a life, too jargon.

They came out of hyperspace on the edge of the system. It was this moment that was going to make or break the worth of their take-the-long-way tactic. Using highly illegal Nightshadow coating, completely avoiding standard hyperspace routes by risking multiple real-time calculations that could have pitted them into an unknown planet or other celestial body and coming out in a completely unexpected vector from space were the only perks they had going for them right now and a bad stroke of luck could make it all for not. They had left well in advance of the other strike members just so that they would arrive at about the same time as the others, just with a less likely chance of being detected, maybe.

Jarven closed his eyes and tried to relax (again). This was the home stretch. He just needed to hang in there. Benni started humming again...That fething humming. When a human hums, it can be melodic even if the person is only half decent. When a Duros hums, it sounds like an annoying buzz, like playing piano on a blender's buttons. Jarven quick put his helmet back on to try and block out some of the volume. The last 5 times he'd tried to get Benni to stop had only ended in arguing and they were too close to the objective to get distracted.

Enemy: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"]

Ally: [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Vader's Castle, Inside the front door
Gear
Allies: GA

[member="Ty Rellius"]

A door opened, somewhere, and then something thudded against the front door. That was... different. Frowning, he made his way forward, shoving it open with a shoulder to find what appeared to be a particularly lost individual. But he wasn't Sith, Sarge knew that much. Not enough black and red, incidentally. So, he did what any sane armored individual would do; he took him by the collar and yanked him through the door and into the loving arms of the Alliance soldiers. "Might not want to stand in the line of fire."

The voice, modulated by the helmet, comes across as deep and vaguely distorted by static. He thuds back to his previous position after closing the door, and the heavy gait of his armor thudded on the floor as he resumed his previous position. "Sith are on the way. Get yourself behind cover or get yourself armed, I don't care which."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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​Allies: None in particular.​

​Enemies: Play with fire.​

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​"Have you ever watched a planet die?" he quietly questioned no one in particular as his somber gaze dried out from the heat. Mustafar was hell- or as close as one might come in the known galaxy. His travels had seldom brought him to the husk of a world, but the sensation of burning wind reminded him why he gave it a wide berth. The comms blared in his ears, several frequencies vying for dominance all at once. The Chaos of a Mandalorian Battlegroup as they coordinated their efforts into one cohesive killing machine might have sounded like drivel to him once, but it had become familiar. A Battlecant of Mando'a and Basic played like litanies in his ears.

​This was home; not Mustafar, but the battlefield.

​Alkor peeled the buy'ce away from his sweat soaked head and breathed the wretched air. The T-visor clattered to the dirt and rolled, and came to rest. Its unseeing gaze watched the ever-present cloud of volcanic ash roil overhead.

​They had gathered on Sanctuary for the sake of protecting innocents. It was a paying job, and the Mando'ade had every reason to take it on. Alkor would not contend that. The Jen'jidai simply found his calling elsewhere. Bereft of his issued helmet, he was effectively radio-silent. The beacon inside would give them an idea of how to find him in the event that he strayed too long on the fiery world- that was its lone duty, today.

​"You ought to rethink this," called a voice from behind him. Alkor glanced back at the speaker. "They said we should stay away from the frontlines. There's no pay in this crusade of yours."

​"The others can do their part in the way they feel is best," he replied. "For me, this is the only thing I know. This is where I will fight."

​"I'll try to keep them from pinning down your location for as long as I can," the Mando sighed, "but the Warmaster is going to want answers."

​Alkor swept his hand dismissively as he turned. "Don't bother. Get to Sanctuary. Forget you dropped me in."

​"You sure?"

​Without an answer, Alkor checked his gear. His hood was pulled back to expose his features, but the majority of his body was wreathed in Shadowsilk and armorweave- except for the sleek, black beskar that covered his right arm. His lightsabers hung at either hip, and he wore his shotgun slung across his back, magnetically locked in the event a Forcie got too handsy. Satisfied, the Dark Jedi headed toward the eye of the storm.

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Spoiler

Gear: Two Lightsabers, his gauntlet (retractable, superheating blades, perfect for cutting through armor or searing flesh), and his Shotgun.

 

[Koshka Scalvez]

You know that feeling when you're trapped in a cage with another beast much, much stronger than you? That was Koshka right now. He was having difficulty steadying his breath along the trip as the pain radiated off of Carnifex. He tried to find the farthest corner and keep his back to the monolithic legend and he was relatively fresh at the Force Sensitivity gig, yet he could feel him...it. No matter what, he couldn't escape it. He was feeling more and more like a cornered animal the longer this trip went.

Perhaps this would prove to make him more feral, more aggressive and pumped when the ramp dropped and they were let out to do their jobs. For now, though, it was merely a source of strain for Koshka. It was foolish of him to not find out who he was hitching a ride with before getting aboard. Though, it was not like the First Order had gone out of their way to forewarn an alien like him. Whoever else was in the transport ship had to also be feeling a degree of effect, though their results would be varied from nonplussed to pumped to scared for sure.

The Force aura, let alone the reputation, of Darth Carnifex was not beholden even moderately, let alone lightly. Koshka, being as tall as a wookie, could not simply shrink away amongst the others. Every soldier could see that Koshka was shaking. It would have been somewhat humiliating had Koshka been in a mindset to care about more than handling his butterflies.


Enemy: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Ally: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Briika Munin]

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Location: Monastery
Objective: Lotus Guard/Medical Aid
Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus
Enemies: No one, neutral third party.


Briika Tor took in the mountainous and lush rainforest landscape of the temple grounds where the Order of the Sacred Lotus was located as the Aka'litt followed the Mando Ape called [member="Malok"] across the way to where they were to meet up with [member="Bethany Kismet"], one of the leaders of this light sided faction, who's main purpose was to give humanitarian aid to those that needed it... Such as Mandalore after its destruction befell the mighty armored warriors. Though now the True Mandalorians were rebuilding, and would rise together stronger than ever to beyond the glory they once held following their valued traditions to heart - the six tenets of Mando life. It was what made them truly Mando'ade.

The Tor was very ready for this hired security job as she was a seasoned battle medic herself so this would be right up her alley. As the Faithful waited for their orders, the golden haired baar'ur double checked the medkit that was strapped around her slim waist. It was a large fanny pack type bag that sat just below the jet pack which adorned her silver-colored beskar'gam worn on the petite Mando's back. The medical bag could be swung around to the front for ease when needing to access the contents.

With her helmet clipped to her utility belt, Briika had to stifle a giggle as she watched the behemoth tie three arm bands together and put the blue adornment on his massive forearm. She took one offered to her and did the same though one was enough to place on her upper arm right below the Mandalorian Medical Corps insignia that was painted on her right shoulder plate.

"I'm ready to move out when you are," she nodded with a small smile to [member="Vilaz Munin"], detaching the red T-visor buy'ce and slipping it on over her traditional plaited hair with the hissing sound as it sealed. This would be yet another mission shared with her husband, Mand'alore the Exile. Hopefully this time neither would go back home to their baby girl with any boo boos.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Muustafar
Objective: Take the Mining Camp
Allies: First Order [member="Heidi Ziegler"]
Enemies: Stormtroopers.
Troops: Infantry, Combat Medics, Snipers, Combat Engineers, Comm Operators.

Clones didn't need drums, they didn't need ceremony, and they damn sure didn't need special attention and cheering from crowds. They just didn't operate like that, and did you want to know why? It was because they weren't little bitches brought into this world screaming and crying like the stormtrooper corps. They were born warriors, from the moment they stepped out of the tank in the body of young adults. From there their lives were never ending tornados of pain and loss coupled with war and death. Their only birthright was combat and the promise of an honorable death in service of their nation; it was all they understood or ever would. So to hell with the Galactic Republic and to hell with the First Order, as long as they had a target to shoot at it didn't matter who was calling the shots.

"Brothers and Sisters. All that is promised in life is death, nothing more and nothing less. We as clones were born with a singular purpose in life, a task that which most don't understand why we do it. So I ask you, WHAT IS OUR PURPOSE!?" From the hanger of a First Order Carrier, Lusk stared out at a large formation of his fellow clone troopers who all shifted into parade rest to speak.

"KILL!!" They shouted back in perfect unison to Lusk.

"AND WE'RE PRETTY GOD DAMN GOOD AT IT!!!" Lusk raised up his rifle and let out a beast like war cry to his men.

The hanger filled itself with the chants and cries of not just newly christened First Order troops, but those of Mandalorians. Clones trained and raised by Mandos who had adopted their tactics and culture. So the Galactic Alliance wouldn't just be facing the shiny bucket heads of the Stormtrooper Corps. They would be up against a veteran clone army that was bred for the sole purpose of taking life and land. With a renewed purpose and vigor, these men and women filed into their dropships which promptly left towards the surface.

"Once we're on the ground we take that mining camp. I want a baseline set up where we can deliver fire from the ground and serve as a casualty collection area. I want all other squads pushing the offensive overhead with jetpacks blazing. Don't give them any room to breath. You got that?" Lusk gave out orders to his fellow clones as ship rocked a bit from breaking atmosphere.

"Yes, Lusk." The clones responded in unison once more and just like that the plan was set and they were ready to go.

Once the planning was done and they were in mid atmosphere, the clones didn't wait to land. They weren't going to sit in a giant coffin where they could be picked off in large groups. So once they had the promise of not being sucked out into space, the doors to their dropships opened and they went flying out of them in a flurry of volcanic wind and ash. They were on a one way trip straight to the ground where they would show no mercy.

 

[Strider Garon]

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Location: Monastery
Objective: Lotus Guard/Medical Aid
Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus
Enemies: No one, neutral third party.

The old man looked to the horizon, just above the rain forest's canopy from where they stood. He could feel the humid winds brush against his face and play with his long jet black hair. His buy'ce was secured to his utility belt, keeping his hands free to enjoy this moment of peace. Strider raised his hand to his mouth and placing one of his much loved shento cigars between his lips. It was habit, no, it was a ritual for him to light a cigar before going to battle. Yet, he hesitated as he could hear the voices of the many doctors explaining to him the damage done to his throat, especially to his larynx. They told him it was best for his recovery he was to give up the smoking. He almost chose death there and then.

He sheepishly looked over his armored shoulder, eyeing the mandalorian Valkyrie [member="Briika Tor"], the forbidden fruit to his primal desires. Her attention was on her husband and the ape. Good, she won't snitch me out if i have a quick drag. He dug into his right pocket and pulled an old zippo lighter and cigar cutter. Strider cut the tip of the shento and put flame to purpose. Taking in three puffs, first two being quick and strong to get the cigar going and the Third. Ohhhh yes, the third puff. The third was long and slow, filling the palate with smoke. He kept the smoke trapped in his mouth, letting roll around before slowly exhaling. This, this was heaven.

He removed the cigar and looked to his left arm where a blue ribbon had been tied. I feel safe already. He chuckled to himself as he continued making oral love to his cigar. Inhale, hold, enjoy, exhale and repeat. Was always the small things in life a warrior needed to cling to. Kept one grounded, just as much as family and clan. Live each day as if it were your last. Maybe this was why the Mandalorians were race of all or nothing type of folk. Never knew if the next moment was going to be their last.

The rainforest looked somewhat like Dxun, less menacing though. He would of said home, but Dxun wasn't his home. Mandalore was, no matter what condition it was in.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Vader's Castle​

Jack didn't care. Well, actually, he cared a lot. You see,....No, that's just dumb. Well, dang. This intro is ruined.

Jack was relaxing on his hover board in the transport shuttle as it came closer towards the objective: Vader's Castle. The prospect of visiting such a place was highly exciting. He was fully aware that such an iconic place, even aged 800 years, was more than likely to contain many memories of the legend, Darth Vader. At least, that's how Jack figured it. Whether that was true or not or if there was even anything left to find remained to be seen. Mostly, today was supposed to be about killing the enemy and claiming territory and beating your chest like a military bruha. Sure, it was entertaining to cut down the enemies before you, but Jack had learned to be far more subtle and cunning, thanks to Darth Erebos' teachings.

Forcing your opponent down from his/her dais and finally embracing your views could be a far more fruitful yield than merely severing all possible strings at once. Besides, half the fun in destroying people came from breaking them first. A pleasant smile graced his lips, despite his dark and plotting thoughts being the source of his happiness. Oh, but it would be wonderful to find treasures to uncover. Imagine: a holocron with details of the ancient past or even teachings of a force power long forgotten. He chuckled to himself, for he was quite pleased. One might think he wasn't even about to be a part of the ensuing battle. Maybe he would and maybe he'd simply find as much as he could and dip out; splitting with the First Order 50/50.

The possibilities were endless, even from inside a metal crate hurtling towards future death and destruction.


Enemy: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Ally: [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Abraxos"] cleaner | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Ty Rellius]

Mustafar

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Ty was plummeting towards the earth at breakneck speed! The wind, the smells the view! Of course, he couldn’t actually see the view but that wasn’t particularly important to him. He was perfectly positioned to crash through a small window near the main entrance. He planned to break, though, saber blazing. Upon his perfect landing, he would say a puny and sarcastic, or possibly amazingly deep statement. He knew that no Sith were present yet but, he wanted to create an awe-inspiring impression. He had been out of the battle for years at this point and felt that he needed to make a good impression on his new companions.

Should I combat roll? No, no that’s too much. Simple Mace Windu style landing.

I could say, “we’re gonna bring the mother karking pain!“ I could do a simple, “The force is with us.” Not really my style but I am trying to at least look more mature. OOOOOoooo what was that new phrase I learned…. “I’m Rick James Schutta!” yeah I like that one. Screw looking mature… they’ll respect my blade work. I’m a mother karking artist with my blade... Yeah

Ty began to prepare for his landing with his phrase prepared… he failed to realize that while he was trying to decide what to say that the winds had shifted and he was now on a collision course with the aforementioned front entrance.

SLAM!

He realized his mistake moments before impact and was able to land on his feet just on the threshold of the door. Sadly forward momentum that was created by his sudden change of trajectory slammed him into the door that was a mere two inches in front of him. He was a Jedi doorknocker.

Appropriately, a gruff armored individual that looked more like a tank than any species Ty had ever seen opened the door drug him in.

 

[Anika Nygaard]

Location: Sanctuary, Monastery​

Objective: Lotus Guard/ Medical Aid​

Allies: Aka'liit/ Order of the Sacred Lotus​

Enemies: N/A​

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Anika had heard about what was happening on Monastery and set out a day early. She wanted to help with something and not just sit around. This would be a good chance for her to put in some work for doing good. As soon as she heard the news, Anika didn't even sleep. She packed up some of stuff, grabbed some food for her flight and left that same night. Anika barely even waited to set anything up. She threw everything in one spot and immediately went to the cockpit and started up her ship. She punched in the coordinates for Monastery and took off before going into hyperspace.

Luckily, with the flight being a day's time, Anika was able to organize everything on her ship, get cleaned up, eat something and get some sleep. A small beeping sound coming from the cockpit woke her up the next morning, signifying that she was arriving to her destination. She got up still half asleep and plopped herself down into the pilot seat as soon as she got there. She rubbed her eyes until she saw straight and then she hit a few buttons, putting the ship on auto-pilot as she then got up and ran to take a shower and actually get ready for what was to come.

Once she was finished, she got dressed and pulled her curly hair into a ponytail. When she got back to her cockpit, the ship had just been emerging from hyperspace to the beautiful world of Monastery. She hadn't been here in years, as for the last time, she had no idea how she had gotten there. Now she was here to do some good. Once she entered the planet's atmosphere, Anika found a clear landing pad and put her ship down. She then grabbed her two lightsabers and placed them on her belt and then grabbed her blasters and placed them in the holsters by her sides.

Walking into the town, everything had seemed like pure Chaos. Anika searched for familiar faces, just to make sure she hadn't been in a town where people had just decided to go mad, but then she was able to spot [member="Malok"], [member="Strider Garon"], who seemed to be smoking. She could tell from a mile away.. then there was [member="Briika Tor"] and [member="Bethany Kismet"]. She didn't know Behtany Kismet personally, but she had definitely heard of her and seen pictures of her. As she walked into the area to find her post, she struggled tying on the armband to her bicep, but eventually after a few tries, she got it.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Barkesh, Orbit
Objective: Assist GA in defenfing Barkesh South (GA ALLY)
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Grozkalla"]
Enemies: FO
Gear: Non-descript saber, Selka Ventus' Lightsaber, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade, Fading Cloak
Forces: 80 ORC Marines

The skeleton crew of the Azalea showed extreme calm as they prepared to drop out of hyperspace near Barkesh. Only hours earlier had GA early warning systems set off alarms through out the sector. Of course, the Underground had heard. And some had chosen to respond. Dax and a company of ORC Marines, all of whom had volunteered to put their lives on the line for their allies. The tunnel of light fell away to reveal the amassed forces of the First Order floating of the planet. Guns rang out and the bridge of the Azalea erupted into frantic chatter. The frigate shuddered as it took fire, trying to avoid the more devastating blows diving in quickly to release the shuttles bearing the ORC personnel and flee into safety.

In the hanger bay, the company of Marines ran frantically to and fro, their captain issuing orders. "Grab you guns and get your asses onto the shuttles!" cried Halzyn Ciir, captain of the present company. The lights flickered as Dax walked into the bustling hanger, his companion loping alongside him. Capt. Ciir had noticed a change had come over his commander since they had last met...whether that would be good or bad was yet to be seen. Silently, the two men boarded a shuttle together, stragglers making their way into the vessels just as the door lifted shut.

A loud crash shook the shuttle as they descended towards the planet. Further rattling as they breached Barkesh's atmosphere. The red light shone dimly upon the Rogue's dull metal mask. A demon incarnate was approaching.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

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The Darkness...comes from within once again...​

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The planet around the citadel bubbled and boiled. It was truly memorizing and terrifying all at the same time. This detail was barely overshadowed by the fact that this exact location once housed one of the most powerful beings to ever walk the Galaxy...Darth Vader.

Alliance forces had taken up positions both within and beyond the perimeter, already anticipating the onslaught by the Knights of Ren.

Heavily pregnant now, Kimiko was holding inside one of the great castle's many meditation chambers. She could feel the heavy presence of the past all around her. All of the atrocities Vader had committed on this very spot. Her senses were especially eager for the ebb and flow of the powerful Dark side energies that resided on the very walls that surrounded her.

She couldn't quite place a finger on it, but right now, these energies were being drawn around and into her...but not by the woman herself.

The ears atop her head twitched in the direction of the hatch as it slowly slid up, blue eyes opening to follow shortly after.

Chika stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dressed in borrowed Alliance garb specifically for this mission. Her eyes glimmered with the anticipation of a good fight, she nor the other women under Ki's charge left their leader for this.

"Sense anything we need to be aware of Ma'am?" the woman asked as Kimiko began to rise.

She struggled, and Chika rushed to her side for assistance, helping Ki raise to her feet.

With a heavy sigh, the white-haired woman focused on her friend,"I am afraid our enemies approach...and there is something...else...here, specifically targeting me."

Chika raised a brow at the words, to which Ki only shook her head. It was only now that the clearing of a throat made her aware of the rest of her visitors. A wide smile graced her face as her eyes spied the remaining eight of her companions beyond the doorway. All of them had volunteered along with Kimiko for this mission, and they were all ready and itching for a fight.

"Thank you Ladies, for coming with me and risking your lives for me." the Kitsune woman spoke, obviously touched by their presence,"Shall we go assist in the defensive preparations?"

The group cheered as their leader led them towards the front of the citadel, towards possible doom and annihilation.

Within Kimiko however, her child stirred, more than he had ever since conception, feeling the Darkness around him had awoken the boy...

Mustafar: Vader's Castle
Allies: GA Forces, [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Ty Rellius"],
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Heidi Ziegler"], @Krel Ren, [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Jack Mirrikh"],
Random: [member="Alkor Centaris"],

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

Location: Barkesh North
Objective: Start the patrol
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: FO
Gear: Corek Custom Vibro-Blade No.1
Forces: 12 GA Troopers, 1 Jedi Knight

Tsuki examined her new weapon closely, the black blade gleaming dully in the sunlight. "Tsuki, hurry up!" called the fireteam leader. "I'm coming, I'm coming, geez." The young girl quickly slid the blade back into its sheath and took off after the soldier in front of her. Apparently the Alliance higher ups were afraid that the First Order were going to attack, and soon. A load of Bantha poodoo if you asked her, who would be crazy enough to attack the GA head on? Still they'd decided to send some Jedi to Barkesh and look around, make sure everything was alright. And that was how Tsuki Aihara had been issued her first combat mission.

Although 'combat' seemed to be lacking. So far all the girl had seen was harmless fauna...she craved the combat, eager to see battle with her own eyes. Surely she could handle whatever was thrown at her. What were stormtroopers to Jedi anyways? Saber practice, thats what.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

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Ardgal stood motionless, arms extended as the warriors around him helped latch his armor in place. The heavy plates of the Ardgal'gam were moved into position, each one secured and strapped into place. He had a long ride over, so they took their time. It wasn't vanity, it was necessity. This power armor was too heavy to secure to a person's body alone. He felt a tinge of familiar pain as the armor hooked up to his spinal column, and once more it was a literal extension of his body. There was something incredibly familiar about wearing this that just made Ardgal feel like he was home, no matter where he was.

He took a heavy disruptor rifle from his rack of weapons, stowing on his hip a collapsible flechette launcher beside the plethora of explosives that lined his belt. You could never do wrong with one of those. On the other side Subject 13 secured his Ravager (in sig) and in each boot one of his Runi tracy'uur (also sig). On his back he stored his blade, the last of his powerful weaponry. He looked to Plutarch, one of the Alpha Company officers, and gave the man a nod.

"Ready when you are, sir, all troops assembled and geared for deployment," the officer pressed his finger to the earpiece on the side of his face, "We have arrived, sir, we are preparing to enter orbit for Sanctuary."

"Is everyone wearing the armbands?" Ardgal asked checking his own on his left arm.

"Of course, sir, we were very through, just as you requested."

"Good, prepare for deployment."

Dropships flying for the Aliit'ka filled themselves to the brim and quickly made planetfall. It would take some time for Ardgal's Forces to fully embark, the warrior had man grunts, marines, but the pride of his force would be the infamous Godkillers (in sig) around him, and the Alpha Company, all wearing the blue armbands. They sent out the call to protect the innocent, and Ardgal had answered.

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[member="Aden Dral"], [member="Agenor Dyre"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Amaya Verd"], [member="Anika Nygaard"], [member="Arioch Cain"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Butterfly"], [member="Cabur Aranar"], [member="Corvus Detta"], [member="Darth Doom"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Diana Veneris"], [member="Drof'del Tavor"], [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Jagen Wren"], [member="James Solaris"], [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Kalyr Alor"], [member="Kaylanna Detta"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Malok"], [member="Mór-rioghain"], @Mesh'all Dral, [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Scáthach"], [member="Shia LeFett"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Titan Verd"], [member="Tyra Gozen"], [member="Valkyr"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[HK-36]

Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits, [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Tarion Daemora"], [member="Celestia Tremaine"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Enemies: [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Heidi Ziegler"],
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


The Clones were coming down towards the Mining Facility seeking to kill. But how could they kill that which did not live in the first place?


HK moved through the corridors and lines of the Mining Facility, inspecting his mechanical soldiers he brought along onto the planet's surface to answer the Alliance's call to arms, and as part of an agreement he has set up previously with the Lord of Mustafar, or so he claimed, Ultimatum, cooperation between the two droids to strengthen their holdings. HK visited this very facility not too long ago when the planet was shaken by attempts of a political terrorist known only as the Guide to undermine Ultimatum's current regime. The older droid accompanied Ultimatum there to feed him advice and teach him about the complex subtle maneuvers of social engagement, which ended in Ultimatum delivering a rousing speech that calmed the restless miners and chocked the life out of Guide's tactics. Whether the internal strife was temporary or not, it really did not matter as soon enough the planet came to be target of FO's invasion.

And so there HK was, with his forces, at least portion of them, inspecting the defensive positions and battle lines of the Mining Facility they were charged with protecting. The miners and civilians were gone, evacuated, replaced by machines, strong points, and other defenders who answered the call.

As HK moved among his soldiers on his mount, a fearsome Nocur beast, otherwise known as an Owl-Bear, clad in its thick armor, the avian-ursine creature grunted out in a snarl,

"Steel yourself."

HK spoke out to his mount, leaning forward to calm the beast, his various armaments and armored plates clinking softly as he did,

"I do not like this either, being stuck here to have enemy break upon us in wave after wave of boredom and repetitiveness while the Jedi get to have fun once more taking on their Force users."

The droid straightened up, scanning the horizon of flame and lava infested planet, perhaps noticing Heidi and her transport as they attempted to get closer to the engagement.

"Let us fortify position quickly here, so that we can join them and steal the glory away."


It was then that an alert came through on their encrypted comms, Lusk and his forces were finally spotted, picked up on their various motion trackers, sensors, and radars in their approach to land right on top of them,

"They are here."

One of the machines informed HK,

"What hos, open fire."


Lusk could realize that his soldiers would not be facing common troopers that pretty quickly probably, as sudden thunderous roar rose up from the mining facility beneath them to welcome the invaders. It was the multitudes of rotary shattergun barrels attached to various medium-class Mobile Weapon Platforms, the spider droids had two of them attached to their back, swiveled on nimble connections with high speed trackers to be most often utilized as mobile anti-air units. After all on Kaeshana these droids fulfilled such a role, bringing down numerous FO starfighters and interceptors, they were not strangers to keeping up and shooting down high speed targets, besides, if one fired that many bullets so quickly one of them was bound to hit.

And such was their purpose on that day, anti-air units to intercept as much of Lusk forces as they could in their approach, skewer them out of the air with the hail of hyper-velocity pellets each shattergun rotary cannon could rain upon them, causing no muzzle flashes as they were fired by magnets and leaving strange echo of air being ripped apart from its speed and hissing in its wake, traveling faster than sound. Obviously not all of Lusk's troops would die, but it would sure be cinematic!

Either way, it might be a clue that it was HK he was going to face since the droid and Abregado were still pretty much the only ones who used shattergun-based rotary cannons and miniguns in combat.

"We have hostiles incoming on the mining facility alpha."

There came notification to others over encrypted, secured, GA and allies channel.

 

[Zef Halo]

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EN ROUTE TO BARKHESH SURFACE
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
ENEMIES: [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
EQUIPMENT: Duraplast Armor Stormtrooper version of this basically | C-51 | Wrist Datapad | Vibroknife

Being on a First Order transport was fun. Usually. Stormies to chat with, officers to mock and discussing those of the opposite gender, of course. Even in war.

Such joy was denied by the presence of the grim and intimidating figure of the King of the Pacanth Reach, as he was known. The Sith Lord was a disturbing presence not only in reality but even through the Force. Even through his mental walls, Jude could feel the dark cravings of the Sith. The agent was not sure if he could remain calm at all being within his presence.

Nonetheless, here he was. Stuck with the result of amazing First Order politics. No surprise they would be drinking their sweet Dosuun tea and eat their Avalonian crumpets while the grunts such as him had to share the same seat with a Dark Lord of the Sith.

Jude glanced at the Sith Lord.

This guy was terrible at parties, Falkrowe could only conclude that.

Whelp.

Nothing much else to do but enjoy this amazing ride that was surprisingly not operated by Star Tours.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Mustafar
Objective: Take the Mining Camp
Allies: First Order [member="Heidi Ziegler"]
Enemies: GA [member="HK-36"]
Troops: Infantry, Combat Medics, Snipers, Combat Engineers, Comm Operators.

When you're falling through the air at high speeds, you don't just sit there and wait to be shot. Modern warfare was a lot different than back in the clone wars, there weren't as many finely tuned machines designed to pick off people moving as fast as they were. But, Lusk had factored this into the mix. After watching footage of the battle of Geonosis, Coruscant, and even a few of his own fights against the One Sith he was well aware of the risks associated in performing this maneuver. Which meant he had his snipers keep a very watchful eye and scan the battlefield with various sensors. Only problem was that by the time they had figured out what they were looking at it was too late for a few of their brethren.

"INCOMING!!" One of the snipers shouted out on comms as a few pellets ripped through a couple clones sending wounded and dead hurdling towards the ground.

"SHIELDS UP!! FULL POWER TO FORWARD DEFLECTORS!" Lusk gave out his order and it was swiftly followed.

The clones booted up their Icon shields and watched as the incoming fire slammed against them. They wouldn't be able to hold against a Verpine for very long, while these could take blaster and slugthrower rounds for days, against high velocity railguns like those they could take another shot or two at best. Luckily for them however they were approaching the ground just as fast, and having suffering minimal losses due to their gear, they were still in top shape to accomplish their objective.

"FORTY MIKE MIKE!! FORTY MIKE MIKE!! Lusk then gave out his next order and that was to sew chaos into the enemy ranks by hitting it with high explosive grenades.

At a suitable height the clones pulled up on their jetpacks and flew above the enemy position. With a clear line of sight and the snipers having marked enemy hard points, a fair amount of infantry brought down their shields to start firing grenades into the enemy lines. They'd have to land afterwards and proceed on foot afterwards. Until they took out those spiders, and other AA emplacements, jetpacks would be a liability due to a lack of cover.

As for the other clones though. They found themselves a nice little rocky hill to land on a good four hundred meters away from where the infantry were firing off their grenades. They had a decent line of sight and while it was a bit difficult to hit the target with small arms fire from this range, the clones were confident that combat engineers, comms operators, and snipers could do their job of giving the enemy hell from a distance. They just needed to set up behind the safety of the rocks.

"Get the comms set!! I want electronic warfare going now!! We got droids!! I want their network tapped into!" An Isard sergeant said as she yelled at crews of clones to get everything going while the infantry and Lusk took the brunt of HK's forces up front.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Monastery
Allies: Aka'liit [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Malok"]
Enemies: Who Cares
Gear: In Bio

Nolan hated these missions, sitting and waiting for something to happen, if anything ever actually happened at all. He found himself pacing the perimeter like a regimental guard, thinking to himself about home, family, even just the thought of shopping with Satine sounded better than this babysitting. Yeah, people needed doctors to be alive to be useful, but frak if it was it boring. He popped the seal on his helmet and clipped it on his belt. His rifle was slung on his back, probably crying for action too. Nolan wasn't a smoker, so he didn't have anything to occupy his time like Strider and his cigars.

He didn't have an interest in small talk like Bri and Malok, so there he was, pacing.

"Wonder if Satine and the rugrats are having this much fun." He mused to himself.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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BARKHESH | GA BASE AND CONVOY AREA
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Dax Fyre"] @Grozkalla
Enemies: @Jude Falkrowe [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Koshka Scalvez"] | Not engaging yet, just doing some story placement.

"We've had a few distressing pings."

Aeron, Omega Pyre Prex heard from a GADF officer to her right. On her left, an Omega Pyre Intel Major gave the confirm. Something that set off the old Protectorate monitors. Typically, standard travel wouldn't really be a concerned, but with the sector on high alert after the declaration of war, they weren't taking any chances.

"What information can we get?" Kreelan inquired, the blonde pulling off her sunglasses and tossing them on top of the array. Around her Omega Pyre and Alliance intel officers scrambled to make sense of the data.

"Enough to know something is coming, but not quite what. We already had some pings along the Tosste Spur; the trade route that neared Mustafar." At the news, Aeron's lips drew thin.

"Send word to FLEETCOM at Sullust." the Prex relayed. "I don't want to take any chances." little did she know that already it was too late and that the first wave of First Order ships had covertly managed to enter Barkhesh atmosphere.

"We have already called upon Kathol elements to confirm if it might be their ships. It isn't them. A few have volunteered to scout the positions of the pings while those available are already coming to lend a hand."

Oceanic blue eyes shifted to the Security officer. "Set the system on high alert... " They knew what that meant; preparations to activate the World Guardian Shield. It took a tremendous amount of energy to activate the Worldshield, and even then, the use was limited. It would take a full thirty minutes to get it online. Thirty minutes that could potentially be used for hostiles to land on Barkhesh.

As an important system in the most recent increase of Border Surveillance, Barkhesh had two dozen orbital military defense stations, tens of thousands of troops and droids defending the surface, along with a few hundred starfighters based within the Galatic Alliance base. It typically had a single System Defense Fleet, used to scout and protect the system. The Uldyr- Class Defense Station and a Doaba Class Defense Station provided heavy defensive capabilities if required.

The Alliance base was typically kept hidden under a Darksky Area Shield that used an optical shield and sensor mask as the first wave of defense, however, due to its encasing shield it had to be lowered for anyone to get in. For now, so many bodies were scrambling.

What -or who- would come?

"Where is Sardun?" Aeron asked one of her officers, searching for the Jedi Master.

"I'll page him." another officer said.

"We got an incoming ship, calls herself the Azalea. ". Aeron turned, "Clearances?"

"She cleared; Tee-Kay-Oh reinforcements."

"Have them meet us here at the base hanger Aurek," Aeron told them. "I'll meet the Captain there."

A ping would soon transfer over to [member="Dax Fyre"] 's ship.

[ Azalea, you have been cleared to land. Sending coordinates. ]

Spoiler: Gear

• Asheran Armorweave Armor
• Mk I Omega Boltgun APE Boltgun Ammunition
• Cylix Bolt Pistol - concealed
• Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
• Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
• AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
• Telescopic stun grenade staff on back
• Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back
• Lightshield bracer
• 2 Anti-Force User Grenades
• 2 Thermal Grenades

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Allies: First Order | Enemies: Galactic Alliance​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_L7BLLnB3Xw​

Natasi paced like a caged jaguar, all anxiety, tension and claws, on the bridge of the FIV Concordia. Natasi's beloved flagship was the mobile headquarters of the First Imperial Shock Troopers legion, which -- of their own accord -- had lovingly labeled themselves "Fortan's FIST" because they traveled with her wherever she went and deployed from the Concordia itself. But at the moment, it felt like a prison. Natasi had watched the vanguard of FIST soldiers load up, all clattering armor and enthusiastic back-slapping, onto their landing craft. They were like her own children, and knowing that she too would share their sacrifice, they had in that moment been going to fight not just for the Supreme Leader and the First Order but for Natasi herself.

And then, before they had had a chance at glory, at making her proud, some of them had died, their landing craft shot to pieces in the vacuum by defending forces.

Natasi had retreated to the bridge, to study their approach at the command table, her face hard and cold and angular, her eyes sharp and focused. There would be time to mourn later, and countless letters to write to grieving families, but now her attention was on the battle. She ached to join them on the surface as she promised she would -- her own words echoed back to her: Working together -- fighting together -- as one people -- we cannot be defeated! Natasi would oversee the ground battle herself, from the surface, but as a concession to the Supreme Leader's government and her own advisers' concern for her safety, the Grand Moff had agreed to delay her deployment until the path to the surface had been cleared.

So she waited.

And she paced.

By the time the landers began to touch down and disgorge their troops, dozens of soldiers were dead, and Natasi had heard the distress calls -- some panicked, others stoic, others an odd mixture -- one by one, until they ceased, and were replaced by status updates of preliminary deployment stations being set up in strategic locations; prefabricate defenses came online; resistance reports filtered through; force depletion reports flashed across the displays. Finally, what seemed an eternity later, the signal came that Natasi had been waiting for: indicating that she could safely make her approach. Natasi stopped in her tracks, turned on her heel, and looked at the display table, then looked across it to Captain Irioj. "You are in command now, Captain."

He nodded gravely. "I won't let you down, Ma'am." He saluted, and Natasi returned the salute before turning to exit the bridge. She stopped when Irioj called: "Grand Moff Fortan?" Natasi turned, head inclining. "Balance keep you, Ma'am." Natasi felt unable to speak; a lump had risen painfully in her throat, robbing her of her eloquence. Instead she simply bowed her head in silent thanks and turned away from the Captain and his crew, disappearing into the turbolift that would take her to the hangar bay and the command lander that would take her to Mustafar and deploy the LAVr FI-H8b 'Hussar' Command Speeders and HAVr FI-C9v 'Cuirassier' Assault Repulsortank squadrons to the Mensix Mining Facility.

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[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="Arlen Rossi"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"]​