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

[Kellyn Muir]

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

Fortunately for the novice agent, he didn't have to wait long for a response from his SIS cohorts. One voice, callsign Lucky's, sent him two pairs of coordinates. The first was their current whereabouts, the second to the rendezvous and their destination. As he took a moment to analyze the coordinates, he realized something was afoot - what were they doing in the wilderness? The rendezvous? Another base only a few clicks away. Kellyn tried to look to the Force, but was met with a murky cloudiness that revealed no answers.

What was going on here?

The auxiliary lights lit the otherwise pitch black corridor, the stairs within sight. The central power must have been out - whether intentionally or not was yet to be seen. Nonetheless, Kellyn operated with caution. As he activated the flashlight on his helm, he walked upstairs, rifle at the low ready.

"I'm at a small recon outpost, it appears to be on the way to the main.", he said, letting off the mic. As he made it to the top of the staircase, he could see out the windows it was still daytime, however dimmed the sunlight was from the canopies of the dense jungle. "The power is out. I'm going to take a look, see if I can't restore it before you get here."

The base as empty as expected. Smaller outposts like this were only opened when needed - the SIS didn't have the need or the manning to keep all their assets active. Nonetheless, the air had a certain stillness to it. A simple, single story, open floor structure adjoined by a small garage was all the outpost was. The power generator was outside in the back. No doubt the thing hadn't been maintained in the building's years of dereliction.

Luckily not all features of the outpost were as technologically advanced as the rest of the SIS, the door only requiring manual means of entry and exit. Strolling cautiously to the rear of the building, Kellyn looked out to the treeline for anything suspicious. When he found nothing, he continued to the back and looked at the primitive generator.

Huh.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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

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

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

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

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Rolf felt the recoil of the ion blaster as he squeezed the trigger at nearly point blank range, a surprised expression crossing his features when the enemy seemingly dodged and instead was clipped in the thigh. Thoughts coursed through his mind at ludicrous speed before he forced them back, milliseconds passed. As the bolt fired he watched his HUD flicker, luckily for him the hit wasn't direct into his enemy's chest as he'd intended, the mutual overload of systems turning from an eventuality to an afterthought. From his place on the ground he could feel the thundering steps through the deck plating as the Mandalorian began his charge - but he had more important things to worry about, like the threat who'd somehow managed to infiltrate the lines of the First Order soldiers and was presently upon him.

The visage of a First Order trooper had faded, replacing it a suit of all black plate, the image of a skull painted over the visor of the enemy's helmet. Perhaps intimidating to a new recruit, or a virgin of battle but to Rolf it fueled his determination. *This one fancies himself a god* he thought to himself briefly. And then the figure was there. Given little time to react, he did what came naturally to him - he improvised. A little known modification to the standard armor of the Stormtrooper Corps, an electrified gauntlet. Utilized in both training and combat, the "Shockboxing" modification was a nasty tool, one Rolf began to put into use. As he'd fired the ion blaster he had in fact raised his head, however because he'd tucked his chin there was no handhold to grab for his attacker, instead Rolf turned his head to the side, rolling inwards towards the path of his enemy. Letting go of the ion blaster, a counter intuitive tactic for the lifelong soldier, he moved his left arm as his fingers curled into a fist.

The concept of a fair fight was a luxury given to those who didn't understand the true nature of combat, the nature of life and death. Generally speaking in sports and competitive events pulling hair, biting, hitting an opponent in the nether regions was considered 'unsportsmanlike' by judges, referees, and officials - even by most of society. Combat was anything but fair, anything but orderly, and least of all beholden to any sort of official - the only judge was death itself. With a rapid thrust of his left arm as the enemy stepped beside his prone form, Rolf sent his closed fist rocketing upwards towards the apex of the enemy's legs. Engaging the "Shockboxing" module of the gauntlet a charge of electricity would discharge on contact. Not enough to seriously wound but quite enough to be unpleasant.

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While the First Order Major fought for his life, the soldiers behind him had begun to form a line, several bodies still littering the ground down the single hallway leading towards the landing pad they'd disembarked upon. One among their number, a Lieutenant Varix had been wounded upon their entry, an explosive round from an enemy weapon shearing away a portion of his armor, his helmet - having been shattered in the initial explosion thrown to the floor. He was a young man, but a hard one, his dark hair and green eyes piercing the fog of war. It was a flash of motion from further down the hall that caught his eye. They'd pulled back, been forced back by the heavy assault of the enemy but they still held one front, unified just inside the entry way from the long catwalk. Barrages of laser blasters and sonic blasters seemed to keep the majority of the enemy at bay - until he came. The Mandalorian.

As the thundering footfall of the Mandalorian propelled him ever faster towards the small group of soldiers gathered there, the Lieutenant brought his weapon up. *He's not stopping.* he thought briefly as he squeezed down on the trigger of his sonic blaster, configured in tight beam configuration. In the confines of the corridor, it would be excessively difficult to miss the hulk of a man charging towards their impromptu line.

"Fire!"​

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On command, the five or so other troopers beside him opened up with their blasters as well. As it stood, the incoming flow of soldiers had been stemmed, whether that was due to the shuttles being delayed, rerouted, or destroyed was anyone's guess. Farther along in the hall, past the enemy near where several troopers still fought - namely Major Rolf Amsel - the chaos was complete. With the pulling back of troops as they regrouped they'd left several of their own behind, exposing their flank - an error they soon recognized as they watched their friends get cut down, a large metallic droid-like figure eliminating them without so much as a thought. It made them angry, it made them frustrated, but there they were and by all accounts it seemed reinforcements had begun to dwindle. A quick message was voiced by a trooper as he crawled down the hall away from the mechanical menace, his leg shattered by an earlier explosion.

:: This is Sergeant Charron.. We're being overrun, we need support at the landing pads, there's a Mandalorian.. ::​

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It had taken all his effort to put voice to his request and still attempt to crawl away from the iron beast eliminating soldiers as they tried to get back into the fight. With one more futile push off he collapsed completely, surrendering to the black embrace of unconsciousness.

Spoiler

Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:

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

Grenades:

• 3 x Ion Grenades (1 Expended)
• 3 x Cryoban Grenades
• 2 x Thermal Detonators

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Allyson Locke]

R U T A N
In the Jungle

[member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain
[member="Kaili Talith"] - On the prowl
[member="Micah Talith"] - The reason this all happened
[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 nodded towards Vexen. She was right, Allyson knew this. Though she wasn't too thrilled to have to be the one on the speeder bikes to try and lure whatever was out there away. Being able to camouflage was a trait she needed to learn. “Alright, just stay in contact with me. So if you guys get caught I can come save you.” A very confident smile spread across her face, in reality she needed them to stay in contact so she could get help if necessary.

“Uh may the force be with you?” Allyson didn't know what to say, but she didn't want to be some weirdo and tell Micah to be safe. Knowing him, he'd boast about how awesome he was and how she should be the one that needed to be safe. Turning her back on the pair she headed towards the bikes they dumped off. Jungles, that's how they met the first time. Remembering the traps, Allyson walked watching her feet. She didn't need to find herself hanging upside down again.

While exiting their clearing, a tree snagged on a stray ribbon like material that stuck out from the ‘blouse’ of her super top secret agent uniform. Allyson remained unaware of this snag and as she walked with her eyes focused on the ground, the blouse began to unravel. Finding the bikes she paused, only because she felt a familiar presence in the area. Though before she could put her so called feelers out, she realized what had happened to her shirt. Cursing everything around her, she reached down and pulled out a small tactical knife. The fabric was quickly cut through and she stood there with her skirt ripped and frayed and now her blouse frayed showing her mid section. Sighing softly she needed to get one of the bikes up and running so she could attempt to distract the on coming forces.

Pressing a small button on her ear comm she radioed the SIS base and other agents. “Lucky here, contact hasn't been made with invading forces or whatever is out there. Olympus try and get power routed back. If you can't get it there, I can try and find any breakers out here.” Of course Allyson didn't read up on the base and how it was laid out, but she knew mechu deru she could do something if needed. Though, SIS agents were the best of the best.

Holding the speeder, Allyson paused again. Where was Kaili? She felt her close by, but how close was a bit lost on the force lame Allyson. Oh the frustrations of being overly specialized.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming the Castle
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] (FO)
Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elmont Block"] (GA)
Directly Engaging: [member="Liliane"]


They engaged, the blonde woman meeting her first few slashes easily, blades meeting with a crack and a hiss. Her opponent moved back and Ara moved forward, an easy dance between two partners who knew the moves intimately.

The knight’s eyes flashed to the side of the armor, noting the way the woman’s right side moved slightly slower that any steps she took with her left leg. A small smile curled up one edge of her lips as one weakness of the protective suit the Jedi wore was exposed.

A second weakness exposed in the form of a swirling aura, its presence snapping and battling against itself. Reading auras was not among her strongest skills, but she knew enough to recognize internal conflict and struggle, the woman’s attention shifting between her own thoughts and the battle raging within. She raised one eyebrow as their gazes locked, her third strike parried away easily. Her sweeping attack sparked as it collided with the metal of the chest plate, the crash of plasma on metal echoing through the room even as the blade barely managed to damage the suit.

A second taunt, meant to trigger her anger and pride came from the Jedi, the knight merely canting her head as they continued to dance. The Jedi aimed a strike at her shoulder, the Ren allowing the strike to hit, the blade sparking off of the three Duraplast plates placed around the shoulder for just this reason.

”As confusion and conflict radiates from you.”

She spun away from the attack, taking the lightsaber hilt to her mask as she did so. The jarring sound of metal on metal rang in her ears, her head wiping to the side with the force of impact.

A few quick steps backwards moved her out of range of another strike, her eyebrows winging up in surprise and admiration of the underhanded tactic. Suddenly the confusion and conflict swirling around her opponent made sense as did the sense of darkness radiating from the blonde. A low crackling chuckle echoed from the mask as Ara took a few steps to the left, watching and waiting.

”Conflict resonates within you. Perhaps you are still learning of the Force and its ways as well, or are you fighting against the power you crave? Tell me, little Jedi, is this where you want to die? In the basement of a fortress long abandoned, surrounded by the Darkside?”

Spinning her blade in a slow circle, she tilted her head to one side, amber eyes looked onto her opponent’s as she pulled more power.

”I am exactly where I need to be, are you?”

Her left hand shot out, fingers curling in as she wrapped the force around the woman’s heart and lungs, applying enough pressure to halt breathing and stop blood flow. The crushing force increased with each slight curl of the fingers, the knight intent on destroying the organs within.

A shock ran through the Knight, her fingers spasming once as the attack faltered, the bond that stretched between herself and [member="Connor Harrison"] drawing her attention. Her nerves burned as if they were on fire, every extremity shaking with tremors as the phantom electricity faded. Her breathing was ragged, a memory of the time such a power had been turned against her.

Connor?

Her attention snapped back to the Jedi in front of her even as her mind reached out to her ally and lover. Her saber snapped up into the guard position, waiting for the retribution she knew would come with her slight loss of attention. A low growl echoed in her throat as he failed to answer her. The connection stretching between them meant the ex-Jedi was still alive, but he was injured and possibly unconscious.

For a moment she stood, poised to attack or defend, eyes seeing the room and her opponent, but mind and heart stretching towards another room deep within the castle. Her eyebrows narrowed as her choices spread in front of her. To lend him strength through their bond would leave her open to attack, weakening her own defenses and leaving her vulnerable. Did she choose herself or her ally?

Get up, Connor. Show me your strength.

The thought, part taunt and part support echoed over their bond, a rush of power accompanying it. Without waiting for a response, she broke the connection off, her full attention drawn back to her own battle.

 

[Cortana Jade]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]| [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]| [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Disorientation was what came after the ringing stopped, but he could fight through that. Coming to one knee to join the others, he felt his body give as a invisible force tugged him form off his feet and sent him flying across the field and into Trextan. Colliding with the guy he fell to the ground and rolled through the grass before finally stoping on his back.

"Oh come on!"

Pushing himself up he saw just as the Dark Jedi was thrown backwards. He shook his head as he propped himself up on his forearm.

This aint gonna work...we're all over the place and this guy is obviously stronger than us individually.

Alright thoughts where are you going with this?

You gotta connect with them, get everybody on board. Kick his butt as a team.

He looked over to Trextan, placing his hand on the side of his head he attempted to connect his mind with his. Seeing as how he was right next to him in the moment. Veins started to protrude from his skin, as he tried to relay a message to the Jedi.

"Gotta...get..on..same..page"

He wanted to get Taheera and the others in, but Rebel didn't have the skill to open a line of communication for all of them. With that, he need help. Or, they could trade off exchanging messages to one another.

He grabbed his lightsabers in each hand,

"I'll go high..you go low..."

He turned to Rekha, before he strained himself he relayed only two words. "Cover...us!"

Heehh...guess I learned a new skill

When he turned back around he began to breath heavily, but with that he pushed off his right leg while opening his stride as he fell into a running form. Sprinting, he broke it off as he launched himself into the air and used gravity to help him build momentum as he came down with the tips of his blades. It was too simple of an attack for someone on the level of the dark Jedi dude but he wanted to get close.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Mustafar
Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus ([member="Hazel Zanteres"], [member="Joza Perl"])
Enemies: Mob?
Objective: Security

Wherever the Lotus healers went, the Faithful Mandalorians would follow. That was the job description that the Munin interpreted. The Aka'liit were their bodyguards, their protectors, and would have no problem with neutralizing any threat that came to their client. However, it was up to the warriors on exactly how they would be dealing with the threats.

So when word was out that an angry mob within Mustafar's capital had punched a friendly personnel and was causing a bit of trouble for the healers, Vilaz kicked his gear on and followed Joza, Hazel, and whoever else was mediating the situation. "I want a small squad of six to come with me. The rest of you continue unloading the supplies, but be vigilant. Make sure you have a weapon on you and don't let your guard down. Kill or maim whoever that tries to attack our clients or you," the Mand'alor said in the encrypted comm channel that was shared with all the Aka'liit here on Mustafar, yet excluding the Sacred Lotus from it. All of them complied with enthusiasm, as they somewhat bored that no action went their way when they were in the middle of a warzone.

The warrior and his men came late to hear Hazel's speech, but nevertheless they raised their arms and weapons at the mob. Vilaz raised his left arm and was ready to spew out blaster bolts from his DUR-24 wrist laser. "Alright, back off! Or you'll be sorry," the Concordian roared out in a demanding and menacing voice, one that would subdue the mob to his authority or provoke them to attack. Deep down the Munin was hoping for their sakes they would do the latter especially when he and his squad wore the mantle of Mandalorian.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

Considering the Mandalorian had advanced well within the range to under hand toss a grenade at him earlier, taken steps towards the formation after that, and then charged them at blazing speed, by the time the order to Fire came from the officer, Draco was upon them, slamming into the first with enough force to shatter duraplast. Sonic bolts shrieked past him, some smacking into him, but most went wide as troopers attempted to track the Mandalorian as he was charging.

The sonic emissions that followed to rattle his bones causing fractures and muscle trauma in his left shoulder and side. Anyone who had ever heard the twenty one foot rule new that at times, there was simply not space or time to react appropriately. This distance increased the faster an opponent was able to close the gap, and even though weapons were already drawn, time to assess a situation and make accurate shots was not always present.

Not waiting for them to regroup, red lightning emanated in all directions from the Mandalorian in an outward burst of power and vengeance. All directions save one, he wouldn't endanger his new found comrade. The red lightning held a distinct sickening aura of death and despair, sapping and siphoning the very life force and essence of those around the Force Master and returning it to the warlord, revitalizing his body, empowering his presence, and strengthening his resolve while hopefully turning those around him into little more than charred and blackened husks.

Should they perish they way the Mandalorian intended, he would turn to engage the downed officer alongside his newfound ally in black armor.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Barkhesh.

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

Objective: None for now.

The travel was quick and slow at the same time.

This often happened to him once his focus went inward and he prepared himself for battle. Somewhere... in the distance... farther away than possible yet so close at the same time Sardun could feel [member="Bethany Kismet"]. Just her presence and nothing else, because his focus had never been on the mental.

At the best of times it was difficult to share his thoughts with someone through the Force.

But the fact that she was here concerned him. Michael needed all his focus in the here and now though - as the speeders approached the scene, time seemed to slow down as all alarms inside of his head went off.

In the distance the Jedi Master could see the thermal detonator arcing through the air in their direction.

Nothing else seemed to matter as his vision doubled over. Attention fighting between the images of the current and images of GA troopers scattered around, bodies burning and limbs torn off from the resulting explosion. Already Michael had pushed himself off his speeder and dropped down on the thermal detonator.

There was no other option. No other way to move through this. He strengthened his resolve, his body and mind and then absorbed the explosion with his own body.

The resulting explosion caused him to be launched in the air, towards the fighting forms of Grozkalla, Jude and Carnifex, while the speeders were left behind him.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

SULLUST
NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE

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

Grand Marshal Omai Rhen hit the pause button upon the holoarray that had just replayed Master [member="Taeli Raaf"] 'an incoming message. The elder battle hardened Marshal's expression was grim, the weathered lines of his face flexing in contemplation as he digested the news.

Around him stood over a dozen Jedi Masters and Knights, each having been called to this emergency meeting as soon as the incoming warning transmissions had been intercepted by SIS and the Galactic Alliance Defense Force.

"This is but one of the many messages we have intercepted across the Atravis Sector." His voice was a deep, rumbling tenor. The fabric of his robes gave a shift as he straightened to his full height.

"Master [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] along with the alarm by our ExploriCorps has indicated that this is a deliberate and full. On invasion by the First Order."

There was no need to elaborate on that. All had known since before Kaeshana that tension had steadily increased since the fall of the One Sith. Jedi Investigators and missions, some headed by Master [member="Ryan Korr"] had indeed determined that the First Order was in league with One Sith remnants and not just forming a Force organization amongst themselves.

Off to the side, in pale silver threaded green robes, stood Jedi Master Erinyes Draclau. A seer, she had felt the tremors of the Force, picked up scattered images that had forewarned a cry of warning; but of what, it had eluded her until then.

"We shall send reinforcements to Mustafar.." Master Rhen told those present.

"Send word to all available Jedi Masters and Knights; the Marshals as well. Whatever dark forces the First Order has come to tinker upon Mustafar must be stopped. "

So it would be Master Draclau that would send word to [member="Aela Talith"], former Marshal of the New Jedi Order. She had most recently requested time away; a simpler life.

Unfortunate that such a call would be sent to her door.

A transmission would soon be sent to Master [member="Taeli Raaf"].

[ This is Master Erinyes Draclau, Master Raaf. We has't hath heard thy request f'r aid. Reinforcements art on enroute. ]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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Engaging: [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

[member="Connor Harrison"]​

[ Theme ]​

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Internally the Knight sighed, he had to admire the girl's spirit - for a moment he even felt the resolve there, the striking energy behind the woman's eyes - and then once more she cast off the forceful pry at her mind through the Force. Outwardly, the Ren's eyes came alight with a crimson hue as a grin began to spread across his features. Cocking his head to the side he gave the girl a knowing look. What was about to happen had been inevitable, the back and forth simply a warding tactic. She had drawn a line in the sand, and he meant to cross it. A subtle shake of his head followed by a single declaration cut through the quiet that had hung between the pair for a moment.

"Welcome to Mustafar then, Jamie of House Pyne of the Royal family of Naboo. Pray you don't join the rest of your kind here - permanently."​

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As the last of his words rolled off the tongue, Castor reached down and firmly grasped the blade from whence he'd returned it - a slow scraping of metal resounding as it was drawn. The blade seemed to soak the in the very light of the room, the darkness called forth by Castor and emanated by the blade almost palpable. As the blade was drawn, the point was directed towards the girl, a high grip bringing the blade above his head, ready to strike downwards. A practitioner of blades, he could already tell that he held the advantage in the reach, if only by a few inches but as any good swordsman knew, that could mean the difference. A single side step brought him just within reach, perpendicular to the jagged hole and the entrance to the library while still keeping Jamie between himself and his satchel. From his previous experience, he knew she was unlikely to strike first, and given her philosophy of choice it surprised him little. Gripping the weapon tightly in his hands, he swung downward at the girl as he stepped into his swing - the weight of the blow would be heavy and no doubt redirected, and so he prepared - waiting for the contact so he could press his assault.

Spoiler

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

• Krigsgaldr - The Ashen Blade (Drawn)
• C-51 Charric Pistol (Holster, small of back)
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle (Resting on ground)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

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

 

[Kenth Typho]

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

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[ Well, Crashwell, I am seeing a lot of armor here. ]

Wasn't a joke either.

Looked like the First Order had cobbled up together an entire company's worth of tanks, but he wasn't a specialist. All Locke could do was make a distinct effort, which was made by sending back telemetry readings and visions from his sensors back up through the encrypted comms to Choli. If the people up high were going to do anything in the way of air support, they would need all the data they could get on these fethers.

[ So whatever assistance you can provide would be appreciated. ]

He detached himself from the rest of the GA forces and circled around, eventually he managed to find a solitary spot on a rocky hill, partially cloaked by shadows and the territory.

It was warm, scorching and Locke could already feel the sweat clinging to the back of his neck.

If there was one place the SIS agent hated doing battle it was gorram lava worlds.

A rifle was disengaged from his back and its scope used to take a better look at the First Order troops. They were seemingly aiming to link back with the forces at the mining facility. Why the mining facility? It didn't seem to have anything of true worth... or maybe the battle there wasn't going well?

Could be a reinforcement effort.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Wroosti
Objective: Get to Mustafar
Allies: GA & Allies
Enemies: FO & Allies

When the call came in Aela wasn't ready for it, or rather, she didn't want to be ready for it.

Unlike seemingly everyone else she knew, Adder, Jamie, her siblings, Aela hadn't joined the war with the First Order. She had left the Military, left the SIS, and left the New Jedi Order behind. Her position as Marshal had been resigned, her place at the head of the 5th Legion had been turned over, and her stature as an SIS agent had simply been decommissioned. By every definition, Aela was no a civilian, loosely affiliated with the New Jedi Order as little more than a teacher of younglings.

It was a job that she had taken quite well to, something that surprised even her. Perhaps it was her mothers genes, the teachings of Kira Talith rolling strong through her. So when she colled the call from [member="Erinyes Draclau"] she found herself not in some barracks, not in a Jedi Temple, but rather in an open grassy field on Wroosti, surrounded by half a dozen younglings who were receiving instructions on the basic cultivation of a garden. "Hang on everyone."

She told her young student as the comm-link in her back pocket began to chirp repeatedly, the notification reaching out over and over again until she finally managed to fish the device from her pants and glance at what was written on the screen.

Her lips almost instantly thinned, her stomach dropped, and dread filled her.

"Okay everyone." Her voice shook just a little bit, her hand tightening into a fist. She hadn't wanted this, she hadn't wanted to continue fighting, but neither could she ignore what was on that screen. "We're going to cut class a little short."

There were a few audible 'awws' in the small crowd, but she could also see some excited faces. Younglings were notoriously difficult to keep interest in anything unless it was lightsaber combat, she was lucky enough if she could keep half a dozen interested in growing a garden. Still she couldn't help but shake her head slightly, the class quickly dispersing and heading back towards the small Jedi Temple that was just at the end of the field. Aela watched them for a moment, then pulled out her communicator.

"Lisa, it's Aela." There was a slight pause as she waited for a response.

"Yeah?"

Lisa was a girl that Aela had quickly befriended here on Wroosti. She was the daughter of one of the mechanics that helped maintain things around the Temple. She was a nice person, good pilot, and had more than once expressed a desire to help the Galactic Alliance fight. "I need you to get the fastest ship you can find, say it's Jedi business. I'll meet you at the hangar in fifteen. We're going to Mustafar."

There was silence for just a moment, then an excited chirp.

"Meet you there."

Aela frowned for a moment, giving one last glance over towards the younglings before slowly shaking her head and jogging back towards the city. There were a few things she needed to grab from her apartment.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

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

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

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Directly Engaging: No one currently ​

Gear: In signature​

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Visible cracks were appearing where she had been working on the stress faults within the rock, a few more moments and no one would be entering or exiting the castle this way. In thought, she realized this was likely how shatterpoint worked, looking for small weaknesses and making them larger, commanding them to shatter with the simplest press of a hand to the correct spot. Something for her to perhaps study once the battle was over? She would certainly consider it.

[ This is Master [member="Erinyes Draclau"], Master Raaf. We has't hath heard thy request f'r aid. Reinforcements art on enroute. ]

She almost jumped when the voice came through her comlink, but then her smile widened. She hadn't been sure if the First Order had blocked long-range comms, but clearly someone in their chain of command had forgotten to jam any transmissions that weren't their's. Before she answered, she kept her attention focused on the wall, widening a few more cracks and splintering more off. An ominous rumble started as gravity started to shift the weaken rock. One good push... which she was happy to oblige with. A small Force Grip on the central part of the stone, her hand closing into a fist to crush that section... and there was a great crash as tons of rock and debris collapsed.

Coughing and waving away the dust, she admired her handiwork. Plenty of debris, lot of noise... perfect. The Ren and those allied with her had likely felt the tremor, but only Connor and his little friends would know what it was... possibly. Anyways...

"Master Draclau, the sooner you can get here the better," she responded, speaking into her comlink as she started to move back the way she had come. With Connor out cold for right now, she was going to turn her attention to his latest... acquisitions. "Come in from above and we might just be able to squeeze them between us here already and your arrivals."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rutan.

Spoiler

Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, en route to Rutan.
Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA).

The Sith Lord was silent as they wandered onto the path towards the city.

But in truth - in the distance - he could already hear the humming of the Force in reaction to acts executed. Their silent approach was cut off and the city was already vibrating with activity as civilians were evacuated and lock-down protocols were enabled, above them the great shield that protected Rutan closed shut and made it virtually impossible to leave the planet by the way they had arrived in the first place.

This did not seem to overly worry Carach.

"We are surrounded by enemies." The Sith Lord finally addressed the situation as he saw it. "Our allies impatient fools."

A deep frown settled itself on his expression, before the large Sith shrugged.

"I can hide us from prying eyes and more... have you ever heard of the White Current?"

 

[Kaili Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari]

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[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member=Vexen] [member="Kellyn Muir"]
[member=Carach] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member=FN-888] [member=FN-4077] [member="Andor Callro 457"]

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The person stepping up to the bikes looked ragged but Kaili raised her weapon nonetheless as she hung back against the tree seeking cover from behind it. The woman approached the bikes and Kaili slowly crept herself out of the bushes while keeping her gun pointed at her target’s back. Lower back to paralyze them, upper to kill. Arms to disarm and legs to cripple. She had options. Kaili’s gun followed the hand as it brushed against the woman’s ear. Headshot for certain death, but that was not how Kaili rolled. She lowered the aim to point for the lower back again. Paralysis wasn’t death, but it wasn’t much of a life either.
The woman spoke, identified herself as Lucky. It was best to wait for her to finish reporting in before taking the sh-
Kaili’s comms whispered with activity.
Lucky reported in.
Lucky.
Allyson used to-
A distinct feeling of anger went coursing through the blonde’s chest as her jaw clenched and got shut tight. This better not be who she thought it was. Kaili reached for her own headset and distorted the voice into something less human.
“This is Asset Charlie.” A mostly static voice rung through the SIS’ line of communication. “Right behind you, Lucky.”
Kaili lowered her hand and gripped at her gun again, part of her unsure why she wasn’t able to lower it as well. No, it remained pointed at Allyson’s lower back as a disappointed grimace spread across the blonde’s face. That message had just reached ‘Lucky’ and her device. She knew that, she could feel it.
She waited for Allyson to turn around and watch her.

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[Allyson Locke]

R U T A N
In the Jungle

[member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain
[member="Kaili Talith"] - Scariest woman alive
[member="Micah Talith"] - The reason this all happened
[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 blinked as she got a quick response from someone named Charlie. It took her a minute to register the voice and as she realized it was Kaili, she gulped and felt the sudden surge of anger from Kaili. Taking a deep breath she finally became aware of her surroundings. Danger loomed everywhere and her biggest source of danger was standing behind her.

Slowly turning around, Allyson came face to face with a pistol wielding Kaili Talith. Hands shot up and by doing so, more or the fresh SIS agent’s stomach showed. A sheepish smile spread across her face as she took a small step back.

“Oh uh, hey babe. Wh-whatcha doing out here in Rutan?”

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Having played at war games for the better part of her existence, Keira knew full well that it was safest to anticipate the worst and more. Thankfully the sudden deactivation of his blade was far from the worst thing she'd ever experienced, and it was far preferable to the loss of limb or life that she had faced down on numerous other occasions. While she did momentarily lose her balance, it was something easily checked with a simple shift of her footing. He may have had subtle finesse attacks on his side, but she had learned long ago that a battering ram was far more effective when it came to breaking down walls, and it was a strategy she had all but perfected. Well-placed strikes were for more strategic fighters, and she won her battles all the same.

The strike to her left arm was something most would attempt to block, and had this been twelve years ago her instinct would have been much of the same. However, two instances of losing the limb and a much needed upgrade from an old friend had made such a thing obsolete, as the cybernetic was plated in phrik and capable of catching lightsabers, not to mention fully built for taking a direct hit from the super-heated plasma blades. She didn't so much as flinch beneath her helmet when the strike connected, only noting the sparking of his weapon against both the mesh of her armor and the plating of the arm itself with nonchalance. Pulling her arm back so his blade would slide across it, she again attempted to catch the saber against the head of her tomahawk, twisting the weapon once more to disarm him.

As if coordinating a dance in the next second his left leg swept across in order to knock her off her feet, and she only jumped just high enough to avoid it, flipping her saber around her fingers into a reverse grip, cutting towards his throat with a well-executed, potentially deadly flick of her wrist.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Darth Vader’s Castle
[SIZE=11pt]Engaging: [member="Sarge Potteiger"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Nearby: [member="Ty Rellius"], [member="Kimiko"] & [member="Kriel Firin"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A thin layer of dust fell upon them as Samka’s scream hit the ceiling, instinctively she used her free hand to brush through her hair while holding her foe as blade length, catering to her vanity even now. With Ty gone to deal with the environment she was free to focus on just the one opponent and readjusted her technique accordingly. At heart, she was a fencer so her attacks became less feral in nature and more focused. Her offensive slowed and she began to circle her foe, scanning for weak points with the occasional jab and flick before pulling back to a safe enough distance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Impressive,” a typical smug smirk on the girl’s face but her compliment was, on some level, genuine. To her, a duel was a dance. Most ‘dance partners’ seemed unable to follow the appropriate steps but she took note that Sarge favoured positioning with well made parries and counters. She nodded approvingly each time, it had been a while since she’d found a good dance partner.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Engaging once more, Sam launched a faint attack, a jab at the enemy’s shoulder very rapidly flicked downwards at his shin. Confident in her abilities yet something else made her pull back again before she could press the attack. A voice chirped in her com, the ear piece attached to her side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“A little busy,” she grunted. A man, she assumed the officer she’d been speaking with on board the Star Destroyer was nattering in her ear about promising locations the droids had found. Samka was half-listening but in her present state could hardly give the man her full attention. It seemed there were two areas worth checking out, one of which was blocked by some Sith alchemy of some sort or another.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Forward those coordinates to Harrison,” she snapped. As a former Jedi Master who had plenty of experience alongside and against the Sith, Sam expected [member="Connor Harrison"] was qualified to deal with whatever defences the Dark Lord had placed. Perhaps she would join him later, for now, she was preoccupied.[/SIZE]

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Above Barkhesh, the SLV Satori
In Scene: [member="Malok"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"]


"You are worried about his safety."

She shook her head, eyes closing for a moment.

"No."

And down on the planet, Sardun's psyche said 'hold my beer'.

"Ma'am, we're not getting any response from Alliance personnel, should I keep sending the request for access through the planetary shield?..... Ma'am?"

"Beth?"

Where Sardun was a creature of the physical world, steeped in the body and the hand, Bethany had always functioned more clearly in the realm of the mind. Empathy and visions, both future and past. She blinked slowly, emerald eyes unseeing for a moment. She had reached out to where Michael was and

*flash*

Tain saw the motion of the thermal detonator as it flashed out of the corner of his eye. Everything was so chaotic, it would have been incredibly easy to miss in the roil of combat. But the soldier's subconscious sorted the importance of that tiny bit of tech out from the rest of the mental noise.

He felt it hit the ground rather than heard it in the overarching din. There was no time to react- he was dead, less than three meters from where it touched upon the ground. Everything seemed frozen in that single, crystalline moment as Tain saw death clearly and drew in one final breath-

And then the oddest thing happened.

He'd been vaguely aware of the approaching speeders, but in a 'this really isn't the time to worry about that' sort of way before. So when a dark, bearded man (Jedi, he registered just barely somehow, who else would be foolhardy enough to make such a move?) suddenly flung himself through the air, all the soldier could do was gape. He didn't know who the man was, but the jump pushed him out of his own inaction. Tain ducked low to the ground, head between his knees as the explosion went off. It still rocked him to the ground, but the majority of the blast was taken up by the Jedi.

Tain looked up, eyes watering from dust mixed with a certain awe- had the Jedi survived that? Surely not.

He'd find out what that man's name had been.... the Jedi who had saved his life that day.....

*flash*

She hadn't meant to piggy back on the man's mind, but his had been the cleanest impression floating on the surface of the mental morass.

Bethany staggered against Malok, reaching up to rub her forehead.

"Beth?"

​"I'm okay.... I'm okay..... Just.... find some way to get us to the surface..... now."

Unlike the soldier on the ground, Bethany knew that Michael had survived the blast. But the brush as she had pulled back of force users... the sensation of one of them just on the edges of familiar..... Mandalore, he'd been there, yes... meant that she had no way of knowing for how long after that stunt alive would be his state of affairs.

If anyone could take care of themselves, it was Michael.

But that didn't stop what now was indeed worry.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Vader's Castle:
Allies: [member="Ty Rellius"]
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kriel Firin"]

Her tactics changed, her stance switching to one favoring slower, planned strikes as opposed to the simple hack-and-slash she'd attempted at first. Her blade came for his shoulder, and he shifted his upper body, taking a step out of the way as she flicked the blade down towards his shin, though he was out of the way. She retreated, of course, deciding that harassing him was better than engaging in a prolonged fight. That was, he mused, a bit more strategy than he'd anticipated at first.

But, her sudden focus on her comm - even if for a heartbeat - was all the opening he really needed. His power armor sent him forward, his blade coming up for an overhead feint. Her options for that attack were threefold; step backwards, bring her blade up to block and take advantage of the ensuing break in his guard, or go for a stab through his armored chest... and risk his own blade cleaving her from collar to waist.

Regardless, his attack was a feint, and the blade was dropped to a low right guard before he summoned up the Force (faintly) in a palm to pull at her stabilizing leg and throw her off balance; off balance and into a quick twohanded jab of his blade for her stomach.