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

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

Barkhesh South -> Asmeru

Yegads, she just wouldn't give up. Jorus clung to his calm as he urged the little interceptor higher.

"Copy that, Kreelan. Things are calming down over here. I'll take a swing at Asmeru, yeah." He eyed the shield haze and compared map coordinates on his monitor. "Open grid three-seven for me. Five seconds ought to do."

The Actis surged up into thin atmosphere and slipped through a brief, small gap in the planetary shield. Not far away, Alliance and First Order ships were skirmishing, but that engagement didn't strike him or, apparently, Kreelan as crucial.

"Get ready, kid. We're going for a ride."

The Actis leaped to hyperspace.
 
R U T A N
In the Jungle

[member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain
[member="Kaili Talith"] - Eye in the sky
[member="Micah Talith"] - Probably looks better in a mini skirt
[member="Kellyn Muir"] - The Real SIS agent

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

Allyson looked up from her pouting position and looked towards Micah. It seemed him and Vexen had figured some stuff out, for the most part. Standing, Allyson pressed a finger to her ear and blinked. There was someone else on the SIS network, which meant things weren’t going too well. Pressing her lips together and she quickly turned her back to Micah and Vexen. She spoke into her comm and relayed coordinates to him. “First set is my location, but the second is the base. Heading that way, it's the rendezvous point.” Pausing, Allyson remembered she needed to be professional. “Olympus, be careful. Lucky out.”

Turning back towards Micah, Allyson blinked and wondered if he had caught anything she had said. Her nose wrinkled for a moment as she decided she needed to figure out something and find out what was going on in the area around them. “Those engines that were making noise have quieted down.” Shaking her wrist she pulled up files and the information that she was given before arriving planetside. Her finger flicked through the information and shook her head. “The base up ahead doesn’t --” A hand ran through her brunette hair as she whined slightly.

“Oh feth, everything is going so wrong. Those noises - they’re not...they’re not Alliance defenses” Cursing under her breath she covered her face and groaned. Then suddenly, she stopped and her head perked up from behind her hands. “Kaili’s here.” Panic continued to work over her face as she looked around. Doing her best to stay calm she held her breath and then looked towards Micah. “The SIS base is nearby, we should head there, yes we need to go there.”
 
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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari]
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[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member=Vexen] [member=Carach] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member=FN-888] [member=FN-4077] [member="Andor Callro 457"]
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Well, that wasn’t what Kaili wanted to hear. Her elbow found itself leaning against the dash as she proceeded to drag her face across the palm of her hand. A deep sigh burst through her nose to vent the frustrations. So the tanks weren’t the SIS’, that was terrific. Truly the greatest thing she had heard all day. At least Allyson was safe, that much she could feel. Or rather, Allyson was most likely as safe as the planet would get under its current state of being. There were panic in the force, but that was most likely because the girl had felt Kaili being around. She always were one to try and protect her against things that Kaili never really saw reason to be protected against, but it was part of what made the Corellian so endearing.

Her ship approached the base and landed with ease. Agents approached her, wanted to know of the tank she had seen, but it was hard to really tell what kind of tank it was with the momentary glance that Kaili had been afforded with. She describe it as best she could, ‘it had a big barrel and seemed to be heading into the forests a few clicks away from here.’ Anymore than that and Kaili would be telling an enhanced truth and risk leading them astray.

They wanted more, but she had already given what she could. The girl asked if she could leave, and sure enough she could. Under one circumstance; reconnaissance. They had sent out probes, but the more eyes the merrier. Kaili sighed and agreed to let the SIS track her through her journeys, and in turn she was provided a headset and alias for communications. ‘Asset Charlie.’ The girl didn’t have to like it.

Stepping outside the base she took a glance at her holopad and the location that the video’s geotag had place Micah at.

Her comms buzzed to life.

“You are in our network for now, Charlie.” A tinned voice called out across the SIS network. “Do not make us regret this decision.”

The Talith gave the nearby camera a thumbs up and big smile before turning back towards the forests.

Right, time to find that lost girlfriend.

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Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened

Trackers: [member="Micah Talith"] @Vexen
SIS Agents: [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Here for the drama: [member="Kaili Talith"]

Enemies: | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member=FN-888] [member=FN-4077]





Vexen took a moment to put everything together in her mind. There was an SIS base here, but what kind she didn’t know. They were an intelligence arm of the Alliance and a secretive one. Rumours in the new suggested they did everything from intercepting signals to sponsoring rebellions against oppressive regimes.

Vexen hadn’t come here to fight, but if Micah would then so would she. If he asked - even if he didn’t ask - she would follow him to the netherworld and back. When they’d gone to save his mother it had certainly felt that way. Fortunately Sol had been there to smash the Sith from their path.

Vexen stayed where she was. On all fours in the hollow beside a tree she was an indistinct silhouette, hard to spot from more than a few paces. Her sensitive eyes watched the treeline for any sign of movement. The enemy had either stopped still to transmit or were proceeding on foot. In the first case there was now an enemy HQ somewhere nearby, in the latter there were scouts that needed to be stopped.

“Allyson, why don’t you take your speeder back. Take a long loop to thrown them off if they try to follow. Me and Micah can go quiet, see what they’re up to.”

Her sense of spatial awareness gave her a good idea of the direction of the enemy vehicles. They could proceed in that direction and scope out the enemy base or pick up tracks.
 
MUSTAFAR
Location: Mensix Mining Facility > Landing pads
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ultimatum"]
Enemies: ( [member="Skaara Carlon"] – sent a PM, he said he won’t be posting anymore )
Directly Engaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Gear in bio

He ducked just in time – did the FO slap some enhancement on their soldiers? Totally possible – and brought up his carbine. Yep, ion. Frakker fired, and Aver fired too. Or her CERS did, anyway, reactions and perception enhanced fivefold.

She placed a foot outside the line, angling her body parallel to the shot as she ran. It fizzled past, then – feth, the bolt clipped her thigh. Her deionizer activated, swallowing the shot like a prostitute from the pits of Nadir.

The HDM was gone, though, fried to bits. Didn’t matter to Aver, not this close. But maybe it’d matter to the stormie, if he could see her.

All-black plate, faceplate painted with a grinning skull.

The trooper was flat on the floor from his rough landing, and she was right there. Could stampede right over him, maybe break some bones… but she wasn’t working alone. More options that way. She’d stepped out of line before, didn’t adjust now, ended up running right past the soldier.

Almost.

Aver was charging low, left arm out – she’d try to hook him under the helmet. He’d helpfully stuck his head up to shoot at her, and now the merc would try to grab that sweet handhold. She’d engage her magboots then, and transfer all the inertia from her lightning sprint into yanking the stormie up into the air with a pivot of the hips.

Maybe she’d miss and simply smash his visor in. (Well, ‘simply’. She could punch clean through duracrete walls once, and and back then she was much weaker.)
Maybe she couldn’t hold onto his body once in the air, end up throwing him into the mess of pipes and metal covering the ceiling.

If she did grab him and hold him by the neck, though... then Aver would fire a ssi-ruuvi stunbolt straight into his face.
 
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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="elpsis elaris"], [member="anika nygaard"], GA
Enemies: [member="kyrel ren"], [member="stardust raxis"], FO

Taryc offered a nod to the young Jedi as she dispatched the droid in an efficient manner. They continued to run along the corridor after the dark siders. For a few strides it fell into near impenetrable darkness, but the curve of the hallway remained constant, letting them continue to move swiftly. Then, Taryc saw a red glow up ahead, as Kyrel's lightsaber illuminated a small area around himself. Taryc grinned fiercely inside her helmet and amped up her speed with the Force, sending a heady rush of fire laced energy through her own body to bring her into contact with the dark jedi knight up ahead. In the gloom ahead of the moving figure and his friend, Taryc saw forms of some beast creature, though she didn't give much heed to them, as she focused on the Knight.

Were she a more boisterous warrior, she would have gave a shout or warcry to try to frighten her opponent as she closed and struck out. She knew she wasn't being quiet, it was hard to be such when running in beskar armor, no matter how much time was spent in training. Instead, she just raced close and struck out with her sword, igniting the blade almost as an afterthought as he concentration flowed into it. The blade limned with a near indigo-white flame that seemed to defy gravity. As she gained melee range, Taryc lunged, setting her feet in the forms that had been drilled into her since she was a child. Her momentum shifted as her right foot slid out further in front, her left foot slid up until they were less than a hip width apart, then her sword extended outward, it's point aimed unerringly at the Dark Jedi's center of mass. As he sword extended, her right foot stepped out. This allowed for very little in the way of foreshadowing the movement of her blade, the momentum of her run forward shifted into power behind her lunging thrust.

Actions
1) Caught up to Kyrel
2) Attacked Kyrel with a lunging thrust
 
Location: Vader's castle
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Anika Nygaard"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


With each passing moment, the feeling of darkness grew in this accursed castle. However, the two Fire Adepts persevered, refusing to let the phantoms of the past and the abundant darkside energies that permeated these corridors stop them. Force Sight came in handy when it came to tracking the two. Finally they'd closed the distance and once again faced Kyrel and Stardust. Elpsis could perceive some manner of beast creature through the gloom, but paid it little mind.


The Fire Mistress was here for justice. In the name of the Eldorai and other innocents who'd perished on Kaeshana. Power flowed through her being as she drew upon all the heat that was so ambient on this world of fire, brimstone and lava. All of it was like a power source to her and she soaked it up like a sponge, turning it into energy. Beneath her helmet, her scarlet mane seemed to glow.


Taryc had moved forth in an attempt to introduce Kyrel to her blazing sword, so Elpsis' attention was directed at his Twi'lek companion. Her attack was two-fold. Firstly, she launched a mental one directed against Stardust's mind. It was not a subtle one nor at full power. Rather it was akin to tossing a big boulder into the whirlpool that is the stream of a sentient being's thoughts, aimed at distracting her opponent and possibly disrupting her defences a bit. Then all the heat she'd soaked up was expelled when Elpsis' hands became fire and the redhead unleashed a wave of concentrated heat and scalding, cleansing flame.
 
Engaging-[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Allies within range-[member="Kyrel Ren"]

It seemed that they had finally caught up, stardust quickly turned as she sabers ignited a black and white glow around her as she closed her eyes to see in the force since the area was dark and she had been following kyrels saber light.

However as she watched [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] fly by her to kyrel immediately she felt her mind being attacked as she gritted her teeth, she had taken mental attacks before but this one disorienting, her dorm waivers but her feet planted in to the point the ground cracked

Next she felt the heat coming at her, she quickly brought up a wall of fire white hot as she met the wave with a fire the fire crashing together heating the area up no doubt as she gained her mind and launched herself wrapping herself in her own flames towards the target, through the force it would look like a dragon attacking a intruder, her sabers flashed back on as she swiped in a x motion for her arms (if their in the way) and chest before she jumped back to give them some room as she sighed

been awhile since I've fought someone with pyrokinesis....i only hope you forgive me in the future...

The modulated voice spoke ready to attack or defend
 
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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies
Enemies: First Order & Allies
Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​
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Jamie's piercing blue eyes glared back towards the Ren, her guard still up in anticipation for what would be his next strike towards her. It was a goading technique, or so she assumed, to drive her into attacking him in a moment of vulnerability. The technique, psychological as it was, was a common employ that the girl had been vigorously trained against through both her time as a Jedi and a fencing athlete back home. "You bring your so called order with a sword in hand. Your vision of order looks no different from a Sith. Order through force, through chaos." Her footsteps mirrored his, rotating their invisible circle to a near one hundred eighty degrees from where they had begun. Castor had revealed the name of whom he served, this Sieger Ren, someone she would have to remember to investigate once back on Sullust.

In familiar reflex, the girl's legs pushed two steps back, right hand casting the brilliant yellow blade cutting through the air to collide with the alchemized sword of Castor's. It hissed as the two pushed against one another for a brief moment, the twitch of her wrist driving the opposing blade away. What the man continued to speak of, however, was something she was admittedly unfamiliar with. In consideration, or comparison perhaps, to him, she was still largely unfamiliar with the shape of the galaxy away from her planet. Naboo had been the center of everything for much of her life, having only begun her journey two years prior. This shadow empire growing on the western fringes of space had been spoken little of by the Alliance until recently.

What little intelligence she'd learned was that some former Sith had made their way into the arms of the First Order, but even that was unverifiable. At the very least however, it appeared that the Sith reigning over Panatha had aligned with this new age of dark siders. Troubling as it were, the idea of confirming this information was more dangerous of a proposition than it was worth. A Jedi Knight she may have been, but a master she was not. There was still a great deal for her to learn. "You would be right." She admitted, at least in part. "I know nothing of Sieger Ren." What would be the point in lying? "But to be so brazen as to lay claim to worlds, to disrupt their way of life, to force conformation to what your order believes to be right, and lawful, is to deny your oppression."

Naboo would never bow to such force. The democratic monarchy would fall, their army in ruin before her people's way of life would be altered. "You alter the course of nature by intervening in worlds in which you do not belong, enacting law, order, and reigning over races unlike ours." After all, Jamie understood the discrimination against certain alien races among the galaxy. She wasn't entirely blind to those issues. "For what purpose? Do you believe eliminating all but one way of life is the key to peace in the galaxy?" That was the importance to this whole thing, why they were doing it. Had she known that the First Order was in fact invading other planets in nearby star systems she would have far more questions, but she was hardly in the know, given her reason for being on Mustafar in the first place.

"You can still turn back. Withdraw your blade. Leave this place. There's still time."




Equipment:
 
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Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple​
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"], FO​
Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Anika Nygaard"], GA​
Gear: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor
Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]​
Kyrel could feel the voice growing louder in his head as he walked deeper into the maze of the temple, there were many paths running along the base of the structure that one could take another path if they so choose, that was if the path they were on were blocked. Kyrel was determined to follow the voice within his own conscious, the voice was always speaking to him since he traveled down the under levels of the castle, and he was curious that it only spoke to him and not to his Twi'lek companion. It somehow spoke to his very soul knowing his desires and his wants, he even thought to himself curiously if he would find what he had sought since setting foot on this world. He had sought after power, power to rival that of the Former Sith Lord known as Vader, despite the doubts he had since Kaeshana he had firmly reminded himself that nothing was going to stop him from getting what he had craved the most, not his pitiful self doubt, the warmongering Jedi, and not some Ancient Sith hounds.

He kept hearing the voice say as if in a sweet sickly tone. 'Come dark one, Yes you are getting close, come I have what you desire most, come and I will show you true power, power that you most crave to wield, to use against all enemies and claim all that will eventually be yours, Yes keep following my voice, for I know the path that is you're true destiny.' Kyrel merely obeyed sensing the comforting darkness grow stronger with each step he took in anticipation of what he was about to achieve. He looked to Stardust as he said in a tone that sounded as if he had found something that he had searched for his entire life. "Can you feel it Raxis? We are close to it, the power I can feel it within my grasp, soon it will be mine at last, It will all be mine."

As soon as he had said that, a disturbance in the force quickly alerted him to a strike by a female figure covered in armor, and sensed her intent was to kill him. He met her lunging strike with a parry of his own engaging her in a blade lock. The clash of the indigo and crimson blades illuminated the area around them, his face was merely inches from her as his mechanical breathing slightly increased in rhythm. He had kept his feet planted firmly to the ground as he studied her fighting technique and recognized it as Form V Djem So. Kyrel looked into her eyes through the black lenses of his mask, and said through the blade lock in an irritated cold tone. "Well for a second I thought i had lost you, little Jedi I was sure the droids would make quick work of you. No matter let me share something with you. You will be the second Jedi to fall by my hand next to the pitiful Padawan I faced on Kaeshana, What was her name again Charlyra was it. No matter prepare to join her."

He had never used the technique of Dun Moch before, but from what he had learned it was a good way to get inside his enemies head, and was counting on the fact that the Padawan who had robbed him of his First Lightsaber, and nearly killed him before dying by his hands during the Battle of Kaeshana would have some significance to the armored female that he was dueling at this moment. He gathered his anger and rage feeding off the dark side nexus of the castle, and using it's power as his own as he attempted to push her back with his cybernetic strength breaking the blade lock. Knowing Vader's variant of Form V well, and how it was effective in dealing with Jedi, he charged her moving carefully with each step, and giving little time for her to recover as he met her blow for blow, and attempted to use his unyielding strength in trying to overpower her through heavy strikes attempting to disarm her and go for her center, drawing upon the well spring of anger the place generated as the voice kept speaking to him. 'Kill her boy, She stands in the way of you're destiny, you must do anything in your power to make sure that no one stands in the way of that.'


Meanwhile in the tomb the spirit shivered with excitement as he felt the clash between dark and light. He craved the chance to join the living once more and exact his revenge upon his enemies for what they had done to him and his Order so long ago. He looked out into the halls and could hear the clash of the familiar sounds of Lightsabers, and the feelings of anger and the desire to kill linger in the atmosphere that it was practically palpable through the force. He said to himself as he watched. "Soon."
 
Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Seeking to engage: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Ally: [member="Samka Derith"]
Gear: None

Kriel had worked with a number of Disciples in his time with the Order – in fact that had belatedly become his role – to turn Disciples into Knights. He was dutiful and loyal, but recently he had believed he was a Knight of Ren for more than just the churning out of the next generation – he was a warrior and needed a cause to fight for.

Vader’s Castle was just such a cause.

He was no collector of artefacts – but knew the Ren had a decent collection now of items from the dark side, and a fair few from Skywalker himself. Kriel was in no hurry to add to that list, but the opportunity to set foot on Mustafar again was a draw, even if the heat played havoc with his burned skin. But his suit regulated the dehydration and numbed the pain – but the latter was calculated. Some pain was good. Some pain allowed for him to hone his connection to the dark side. It was an ever present boon to his powers – and this place merely amplified them.

He wondered why the light siders would want to defend such a planet – and moreover decide to make a stand in this, of all places. The twin towers were literally a tuning fork and they amplified the power of the dark side here, making it a sort of local nexus. He could feel it the moment he approached the castle and once inside, he quite literally ‘bathed’ in its darkness, allowing it to wash over him, its oily presence permeating his very core.

And now he sensed one of his former Disciples ahead. There was something about the Master-Apprentice bond that heightened the connection between two Force users and so Talon Ren immediately noted the presence of Samka – and quickened his pace to reach her.

His cloak billowed as he strode purposefully and his adapted armour seemed entirely appropriate in these surrounding. As he walked, the only sound he uttered was the rasping of his mask’s vocaliser, turning his breath into something menacing, oppressive.

And as he closed the gap, he sensed others there – from both sides of the Force divide. He would join them…soon.
 

Elmont Block

Your focus determines your reality
Gear: None
Engaging directly: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

In his youth, Elmont was a proficient duellist. Granted, he was still only sixteen, but the number of foes he’d faced in the past three years could be counted on the fingers of one hand – and you’d still have digits left over.

Was that a risk in coming here? Quite possibly, but his determination to overcome the forces of darkness in protecting the planet overrode any personal thought of self-preservation.

But what became apparent was that what was once natural was now something his brain needed to be part of. He’d practised daily, but that was not the same and even all of the sparring he’d been doing since returning to the fold was no preparation for meeting an actual dark sider on the field of combat.

So he pressed with his attack, whilst he engaged his brain to supplement his actions. It was not ideal, but it was all he had. And as he thought, he was caught unawares by the introduction of a second saber by the woman – such was his focus on taking the advantage. In truth, he’d handed it back to her again.

His reflexes were good and his senses fine, and these combined to stop the blow from the woman being fatal. He managed to jump backwards enough to leave him with all of his ribs – but not sufficiently to avoid contact. The smell of cauterised flesh and burning robes – allied to the pain – told him she’d managed to catch him a glancing blow. If there was a plus – it was that his robes were hardly in pristine condition to begin with.

And once he sucked in the pain and refocused, he was glad of the space between them. It allowed his mind to enter the fray and hopefully come to his aid.

His experience of Jedi abilities were limited primarily to those taught to Younglings – but if there was one area he was advanced in, it was with a saber. He regularly fought Padawans up to five years his senior and although rusty, he hadn’t forgotten any of what he’d learned. Like all about Jar’Kai. His own practise with Ataru had also involved the use of dual blades as part of its training regimen.

But he preferred the single blade because, despite the advantages offered, Jar’Kai was not without its drawbacks. Firstly, as both hands held individual lightsabers, two-handed blows were impossible, and he knew his opponent would be unable to put all her weight behind blocks, weakening her defensive capabilities against double-handed strikes. In fact, she’d run the risk of fractures if blocking with just one hand, such was the kinetic energy generated.

The textbook approach against someone with two blades was simple. Assault their defence with brute force, battering away until the dual-blade duelist’s guard gave way. He knew, however, this weakness was hardly an absolute, as some possessed the physical strength to block power attacks with only one arm.

And, his memory dredged out a second fact. Because of the gyroscopic effect inherent in lightsabers, dual blades were more difficult to control than a single blade. Sometimes, especially in a confined space, a secondary blade was more often a hindrance than an advantage.

And a third thought popped into his head as he prepared himself for an assault – he was prepared to give ground temporarily in order to compose himself once more. Jar’Kai practitioners carried two blades, leaving neither hand free for using even the more straightforward Force abilities.

"Is that all you've got?" he sneered.
 
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Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: Unknown
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone

The four engines of his prototype X-Wing roared as the accelerated towards the oncoming TIE screen. His targeting computer was already integrated with the GA battle network. His viewsceen was an augmented reality HUD so that he didn’t have to look down at his computer monitor. His ship’s engines were on fixed s-foils and further from the main body than a typical X-Wing. They were bidirectional too, given his ship unparalleled maneuverability. Chad and Wilson meanwhile flew a modified Y-Wing and TIE Defender respectively. The SIS didn’t have a uniform fleet of ships.

His finger hovered over the trigger of trigger of his starfighter’s main gun: a heavy rotary repeating cannon. The computer tracked the nearest pair of TIEs. He jerked his nose aside, causing the enemy to turn in to try and hit his flank. Asmus hadn’t survived so many battles in a starfighter by flying like a novice however. The kills etched down the front of his nose were testament to his skill.

Turning back in his squeezed the trigger. For a few seconds the cannon drowned out the sound of the engines within the canopy. It arced across between the two lightly shielded fighters and left them nothing by scrap metal. He accelerated into the gap before the enemy could close ranks, letting the gravity of the planet boost his descent.

“Wraith One. I am through.”

“Wraith Two, took a ding but I’m with you,” called Chad.

“Wraith Three. Less sloppy than Chad so no ding. Also with you,” added Wilson.

Asmus smiled in spite of the situation. The enemy fleet would be managing threats and priority targets to assign to fighters, but for the moment they were in the clear. Accelerating towards the atmosphere meant they had to turn and burn hard to arrest some of their momentum. Repulsors kicked in to slow their descent less they end up smeared across the planet’s surface.

Asmus used the moment of peace - with the planet behind him and battling fleets ahead - to check the layout of ground forces. There were several vessels providing close air support and ferrying troops around. An ID attached to a ship caught his attention.

At times the young scoundrel was prone to breaking protocol on a whim. This was the second such time in the last day. He opened a point to point link to Choli’s ship.

“Cho!” he called excitedly, forgetting that his voice would be masked for any comms outside of the SIS. “Good to see you in the air.” He still felt terrible for not being close by when the junior rogue returned from her ordeal. He’d been on the Subversion at the time and had wanted nothing more than to return to Alliance space and visit her. He knew full well that she had no parents to come and care for her.
 
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Above Barkhesh, the SLV Satori
In Scene: [member="Malok"] @any other OSL who wanted to come along
Persons of Interest: [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Michael Sardun"]

The stars bled and the Satori exited hyperspace. The jewel tone planet hung just above the ship's line of approach, and it was anything but peaceful.

"Ma'am, there is a planetary shield activated."

Bethany turned from the view screen and nodded.

"See if you can raise someone for permission to land. Considering the circumstances, they might not let us anywhere near the planet's surface...."

"But we're here to help, surely...."

Emerald eyes turned toward the planet and she smiled sadly.

"It's a matter of if it's worth the risk," she said softly, voice a little distant.

Michael what's happening down there? She wasn't projecting the thought, or even trying to reach him. But the question echoed in her mind as a worried frown drew her lips down, a furrow forming in the middle of her forehead. Malok reached out, putting a large hand on her shoulder as the comm officer of the Satori reached out to the surface.

"This is the SLV Satori, requesting a passage through the planetary shields. We are here as a relief ship from the Order of the Sacred Lotus for the populace and wounded. Repeat, this is the SLV Satori....."

"Something else is bothering you," Malok's voice rumbled. Bethany nodded.

"Sardun's down there."

He blinked in surprise, then nodded, thinking he understood her concern.

"You are worried about his safety."

She shook her head, eyes closing for a moment.

"No."

Of anyone on the surface, Michael was perhaps the one person she knew could take care of himself. His safety was not in question. Not his physical safety, at least.
 
Hyperspace Leaving Barkhesh.

Laira sighed and relaxed in her seat. There simply wasn't much for the redhead to do during a hyperspace trip beyond sit and wait until they made it to their destination. Her companion wasn't the talkative sort either, having only occasionally acknowledged her, but if he wasn't going to talk, she would talk for him.

"Care to pass the time by telling me about your family? Wait, no. I remember, cut the chatter Laira, even though we are in hyperspace and subspace comms can't reach us." She let her head list forward with an exasperated groan. "Fine, I'll tell you about mine and you can decide if you wanna contribute to the conversation when I'm done." Her tone was perhaps a bit more controlling and annoyed than she would have intended, but she was cramped up in a back seat and had been largely ignored.

"Not much to tell. I'm sure you've heard hundreds of stories like it. Father was a small time business man with some Force affinity, mother was a trophy wife who helped with the business where she could. Brother and I were inseparable for a long time, until we went to different finishing schools. We got a little bit of training from our dad, he was ex-CIS military so he helped where he could with skills and honing our Force affinity to understand it as best as he could provide, which wasn't much. Mom and dad died a couple years ago when the Rebel Alliance was a thing, you know how those crazies were." It was a well practiced story, one that she had committed to memory, even tossing in the odd tearing up and a little sadness to seep into her voice when she spoke it.

She swallowed and wiped her eyes, her voice cheering, "So, how about you?"

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Allies: First Order & Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies
Engaging: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
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"]
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Turn back? A visible sneer contorted the Ren's features, his aura radiating with a renewed fury. The words of the woman had fallen back on more spoon fed rhetoric, lacking the hard evidence - and while perhaps that was no fault of her own, withdrawal was never an option. Not here, not when they stood within the very halls of Lord Vader's castle here on Mustafar. He could feel the power here, not only in the air but seeping from the very foundations of the castle. It emboldened him, strengthened him, heightening his senses. There was no malice there, frustration perhaps but the girl did credit to herself, she was trying her hardest to prevent a direct confrontation. Whether that was more out of self preservation or of adherence to her beliefs as a Jedi were only a guess to the Ren.

Continuing his roundabout pacing, he let the edge of his blade touch the floor briefly, the sharp tap filling what had turned out to be a library. He could feel the call of the Dark Side, the desire for blood, for violence and yet he held it at bay, refusing to fully surrender to his base instincts. As the girls words hung in the air his feet stopped, aiming towards where he had lain his pack. Forcing back a sneer, he listened - no doubt surprising the girl before him. With his left hand, he gently held his scabbard in place, bringing the tip up sharply and then plunging it to place as it slide home. He may have sheathed his weapon, but his eyes stayed on the girl, while Jedi weren't known to be particularly treacherous about their word he played it safe.

"Turn back? You know as well as I that's not an option. But I will suffer you a compromise." Castor stood then, eyes meeting the young woman's. "This place was constructed by a Lord of the Sith, built upon the very planet on which he chose his path, the magma burning away any doubt. What do you hope to gain by standing fast? It's only a short time before my comrades and I have overthrown those at the gates, only a matter of time before the Legions of the First Order control the surface, the might of the First Order Navy secures the planet's atmosphere. Would it not be a better suggestion for you to turn away and escape while you still have the means?"
The Knight of Ren let his arms fall behind him, clasping his hands as he awaited her response. A wicked glint sparkled in his eye as he waited, his mind reaching out once more, this time less aggressively as he sought to understand the girl, the Force simply a medium with which to do so.

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L O C A T I O N
Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner
A L L I E S
[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
E N E M I E S
[member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

Natasi listened to Captain Draken, inclining her head towards him as he detailed his plan. "Unfortunately, Captain Draken, our tank commander was killed when that lander crashed, so armor officer or not, you're what we've got. Besides," She reached over and patted his shoulder with her gloved hand, her armor clattering against his. "You seem like a quick study. I'm sure you'll do fine." She withdrew her hand and fitted the helmet over her head, adjusting it until she could see out the eyeholes. She fastened the helmet's seal and felt a bizarre pressure for a moment as the helmet's seal inflated. She took a breath, felt it coming in harshly through the filter. It tasted -- clean, but ionized somehow.

This experience was certainly becoming an educational one. Natasi was committing each detail to memory so that she would be able to speak intelligently about it to her colleagues on the Moff Council. If she survived this mess, anyway.

"Right. Let's split the tank division into two, both operating under my command. Wenck, you take fourteen. Draken, the other fourteen. We'll each be in separate command speeders so that if one of the speeders is damaged or destroyed, we can carry on. Doctor Ven," she said, turning towards [member="Irajah Ven"]. "If you would, please go with Captain Draken. Wenck, you and your men will be with me." Perhaps they were cowards, perhaps they were disloyal, or perhaps there was something entirely different about them, but she wanted to find out first hand. "That's an order, Captain Wenck," she said, gazing with her impassive white-armored face past [member="Rexus Wenck"] towards Shorty and the others. "Please instruct your men. We need to start moving."

She turned back to Mondel. "The medical personnel should be here within twenty minutes. I'll leave a detachment of troopers behind to secure the site, but I can't spare more than that. I am sorry." She sighed quietly. "Good luck, Lieutenant. Balance be with you," she added before turning to [member="Pharazon Draken"] and [member="Rexus Wenck"] again. "Shall we get going? The longer we sit in here, the more I imagine Allied forces hustling in to surround us. What do you two think?"
 
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[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (Eventually): Mensix Mining Facility, Currently at Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in Scene: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=11pt]Allies In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Scene: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"][/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Vicinity: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Frontrunner Crash Site, Prepare to Move[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors
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Pharazon had expected that the tank commander had died, so he was not particularly surprised to hear confirmation from the Grand Moff to confirm his suspicions. He was, however, not expecting to be patted on the shoulder, let alone complimented, by potentially the most powerful person in the First Order bar the Supreme Leader, if not more practically powerful given her public and pragmatic control over many aspects of the government. He could barely feel her pat on his armoured shoulder, but it was enough. He knew it was likely a gesture, a calculated action to inspire loyalty and devotion in him, he knew, and he did not care. Regardless of her motivations, Pharazon could respect a leader that either actually cared what their subordinates situation and what they thought of them, or one who recognised the importance of their subordinates status and opinions. He did take a moment, however, to marvel at his military career up to this point, a year ago he had been a Lieutenant in the Hapan Royal Navy, then he had found himself under rather odd circumstances a Stormtrooper Lieutenant, then a Captain, and now he was protecting the most powerful Imperial and in command of a unit of tanks. By the mists what has my life become… [SIZE=11pt]he mused [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]idly[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] for a fraction of a moment before refocusing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I understand ma’am, I shall not fail you” Pharazon replied simply and firmly, he understood the gravity of his task, the gravity of his new responsibilities. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Internally he beamed at having his abilities recognised or at least commented upon. His pride even eclipsed his inherent suspicion, but it was chased with his lingering concerns about the oncoming Alliance shuttles, with more and more audio contacts being reported to his helmet and the sounds of battle from the mining facility also being picked up. He could feel adrenaline flowing through his body, he could feel his senses begin to heighten to the clarity he had carefully trained into himself. His mind grew sharper, more cunning, more pragmatic. He silently and stoically prepared the entirety of his body for violence, for war, for command. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Your will be done, ma’am” Pharazon said, his voice still firm but now inflected with a near reverent ambitious and perfectionist tone though also almost distant in nature as he acknowledged his orders. He was allowing his instincts and ingrained habits to rise to the fore, causing his speech to become more formal in the grandiose Hapan style while also reflecting his own ambition, desires and emotions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“If you would accompany me, Doctor Ven, I shall ensure you are kept safe without imposing on your autonomy excessively” he said turning to the Doctor, nodding respectfully to her as he acknowledged his order to accompany her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I shall inform my men immediately and instruct them to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]mobilise[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and form up, we do indeed not wish to allow ourselves to be surrounded, ma’am”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Pharazon said turning his attention back to Natasi and offering a crisp and concise salute before quickly making his exit and heading toward his assigned command speeder, tank group, and his company.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Opening a com channel to his company, Pharazon quickly began organising the Stormtroopers into mobilisation and deployment. He issued a series of orders to each of his lieutenants in turn as to their position in the coming formation which were quickly complied with, his men and tanks swiftly moving from their positions alongside the fourteen tanks at Pharazon’s command and forming up in their part of their combat formation. Ensconcing himself within his assigned command speeder, he familiarised himself with the command functions quickly while waiting to ensure Doctor Ven could easily follow and join him in the speeder. Satisfied his men were quickly nearing full formation and ready to leave Pharazon signalled the Grand Moff.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The 189th will be ready to deploy momentarily, please advise when all units are ready to depart” he said professionally.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Issuing a further set of orders to his troops, Pharazon could only hope being in a command speeder would be the best use of his skills in the likely battle to come.[/SIZE]
 
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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies
Enemies: First Order & Allies
Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​
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The blonde eyed the man curiously as he drove his oddly resilient sword back into its' housing. Tricks, manipulation, and deceit were highly common traits of the Sith, she had learned this lesson painfully. Those trained in the darkness were equally treacherous, regardless of the appearance they gave on the surface. Corruption was visible often times in the most tainted of Force wielders. That was why even as he sheathed his weapon, Jamie remained on guard with her own, though she halted the circular pacing that had been initiated moments earlier between the two. How many others had joined him here she couldn't tell. Faint plumes of darkness began to sprout up through the haze, likely belonging to his compatriots over the fog of sorts that had blanketed the castle for eons.

What exactly was she to do? Like on Lothal, she couldn't simply ignore his presence and leave him to his own devices. She'd pleaded with him to abandon his mission then too, in search of a crystal. Much to her disappointment he instead chose to bury her beneath rubble and leave her for dead with another Jedi at his heels. Thankfully there was no unstable rock to throw about this time, so that was less of the concern, though if what he said was true, and they had killed everyone else, it was unlikely that the other members of his order would be so gracious in letting her leave to spread the warning to others. It didn't quite seem she was being left with much in the way of choices.

"If your warships already control the atmosphere, then there is nowhere for me to go regardless of whether or not you allow me to leave." Her free hand raised to activate the comm she had been using earlier. "Relay to Alliance. First Order contact. Mustafar. Fleet and ground presence hostile." Jamie then dropped the device to the floor, crushing it beneath her boot. That would likely be well enough an answer to the Ren's offer. Feeling the presence of the man's mental probing once more the blonde forced him away with a volatile recoil. Her thoughts were her own, she didn't need some strange foreigner interested in slaying her mucking around her surface thoughts.

This was likely the part where he warns her that she's made a terrible mistake, that he would have let her walk, that no harm would have come to her if she heeded his generous and kind offer. Most of the time those who shook your hand with a knife held behind their back were never truly genuine with their words, even if they themselves would like to believe it so. Her ability to leave stemmed on the generosity of an Order, military, and fleet permitting it. She didn't like her odds any more than she preferred to linger here. Perhaps if she did stay, whatever forces the Alliance had on Mustafar, and those that would hopefully arrive could drive the Ren back and away from the castle before it was overrun.

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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari] [Slugthrower (Image)]
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The dust crunched beneath the sole of her boot as Kaili wandered the pathway leading into the forest from the base. It didn’t take long for the gravel to turn into dirt and then into mud. She knew her destination and she had the maps to get there beaming out of her wrist. In reality the proximity of it had her thinking that perhaps this was exactly why she hadn’t seen Micah in such a long while, at least not in person; he was SIS now. She had to agree that it didn’t really strike her as something that her brother would do, but Talith were nothing if not unpredictable. Perhaps he had done it on a whim, or maybe they had just given him an offer he couldn’t refuse?

They probably offered him artifacts or something. Materials for how to imbue items with the force.

No, he probably wouldn’t agree to that. Chances were he already knew what they had to offer.

It just didn’t add up, and that was not to mention why Allyson was even there. Allyson had told Kaili herself that she was done with the Alliance, or well, the Rogue Squadron. Micah must have called her for this, some sort of distraction as he tried to-

No, that didn’t make any sense either.

Kaili sighed and closed her pad as she approached a set of speeder bikes. Anti-theft had it marked as owned by a local rental firm. Or well, she would assume so, the imprint was hard to read, done by someone who just wanted this all to be done with so he could mark the rest of these.

Times like these Kaili wish she knew psychometry so that she could slap whoever mistreated their digital paperwork like this. Still, a pair of speeder bikes were good evidence that she was on the right way. A look shot out towards the deep of the forest.

She saw something moving.

A swift step up against a tree and she sought to bring herself out of view and into cover from whoever it was. Her slugthrower came off her belt as she mentally prepared herself for a potential fight.

Not that it was necessary, the people up a head was familiar to her. Familial even. She just didn’t know it yet.

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