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

[Darth Ophidia]

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Location: Rutan, en route to kark poodoo vertically.

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Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Carach"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA)
Gear: 2x curved-hilt lightsabres, Nagajj, Tsaisibola, Armour, 2x Vibrodagger

No one shield could stave away the power of the dark side of the Force; no protocol could protect from its agents. Its corrupting influence had already landed upon Rutan’s soil. Like an antidote, it would purge Rutan of the venom that is weakness.

It was difficult to tell if it was sound or perhaps a tremor in the Force that touched her ears, it was faint and far away. Like hammers upon anvils, the millipede of First Order militia deployed their malignant marauding machinery and let it plough through the stillness of a waiting world. Perhaps to the average human ear, to the Stormtrooper and his comrades, it was an inaudible rumble: Too far, too distant, too deep to be noted. To those who served in the most silent night -sacrificing the sacred white to the profane darkness that gave them power- to them, it was a cacophony of gnashing, tearing teeth digging into the vast expanse of Rutan’s plains.

A small scoff of agreement escaped her lips as Carach’s words matched her train of thought. She could not help but wonder if this task would not have been achieved more efficiently if it had been only the two of them. Two agents, quick in; quick out. They would leave only silence and death in their wake. Now, they had to adapt. It was not a concern, but an irritation. The irritation, like coal, fuelled the sheltered fire in her soul.

Carach’s words about hiding the two of them did not garner much of a response to begin with. She knew most techniques from every corner of the Galaxy. It was her expertise – her obsession if you will: All but one.

“- The White Current.”

The Pale Assassin stopped in her tracks and turned her head sharply towards her companion. The Force did indeed provide. These clumsy fondles, a farce of infiltration, gave her a chance to sample and collect the missing gem in her extensive library. The hunger was audible in her voice to one who listened with attention and knew of the hunger them-self.

“You proclaim to know it? The White Current”

 

[Joza Perl]

War was always a messy affair. War sowed distrust and ignited tempers. Looking out at the angry mob, she couldn’t blame them. Everything had happened so quickly, and the people of Mustafar trusted the Galactic Alliance to protect them. They likely had not expected the quiet interjection of the Silver Lotus, given that the Order was still fairly new. But the crowd was anxious, unsure of whether or not they could trust the newcomers who’d so casually waltzed into their city like they belonged.

Joza shifted over to the Zeltron male who looked a little rough, currently being tended to by one of his colleagues. A few words were exchanged and he gave her a small smile, enough for her to turn back to toward the task at hand to see that Hazel was fielding the angry complaints. Her gaze locked heavily onto the doctor, noting how she held herself and the way her voice projected. Certainly she’d done this before—perhaps she was a lecturer at a university? Doctor types tended to have their hands in different avenues.

Vilaz and his brethren rolled up, and she almost cringed at the threat. Mandalorians were not known for their peaceable ways, and she would not have them agitate the crowd further no matter how good their intentions were. “Easy, burc’ya.” She placed a firm hand on his raised arm, turning her head so as to address him. Joza did not know much Mando’a, but she’d picked up a few words here and there from hanging around the Crusaders in an effort to be closer to her father. That…didn’t really go well. She meant no disrespect, but it was her job to ensure the safety of these people. “We are here to protect them from harm.”

The angry mob grumbled amongst themselves, an aging man stepping forward. He sized Hazel up, seemingly unperturbed by her speech though the majority of his expression went towards scrutinizing her. “Yes, I’ve heard of you. Your Lotus Order.” He squinted at the blonde, humming lowly from somewhere in his throat. “Is it not true that you aid the injured regardless of affiliation? Would you provide aide to the wounded First Order soldiers if they came marching through our city streets?”

From behind him, the gathered crowd began to rumble louder, but otherwise did not move to attack.

[member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple​

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], GA​

Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"], FO​

Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Anika Nygaard"]​

Gear: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor​

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With each clash of blades, Kyrel's anger kept rising as he was just being delayed by the foes were in front of him. Kyrel kept up his attacks against the woman in front of him, not letting up the voice inside his head kept speaking. 'Let you're anger fuel you dark one, the woman thinks she knows the dark side show her how strong you are, but be wary of her let it be your downfall.' He kept up his power attacks up not letting up or even giving her an inch. He could tell something wasn't right it was as if she was leading him on, allowing him to push her back and he was getting the idea that this is what she wanted. He decided to play her game as she spat back with her own banter daring to call the half man half machine a Sithling. He let out dark chuckle as he replied.

"Sithling... You really know nothing do you little Jedi, no I take that back, insect is more fitting . If you only knew the extent of what you were going up against, but than again you're order are merely fools, you are just children in the face of true power not Jedi or Sith, but something that is just nothing. Today you will lose as you had on you're precious Kaeshana, and even than we did not want conflict, but we did you're people a favour by liberating them from the true tyrants."

He kept his attacks up as he tried pushing her back, only to have her spin in a Form IV move attempting to knock off his helmet, his helmet was not affected by her attack as it was still there stuck on his head firmly taking the brunt of the hit, and he slightly stepped back going on the defensive, until she saw her going back on the defensive. He attempted to move in on her allowing his anger to manifest into Force Rage giving him an extra boost in combat and focus his ferocity upon the firemane that stood in front of him, before he could attempt such attacks however all of a sudden the Jedi he saw earlier came rushing at him with blue and green blades, Kyrel was carefully despite being lost in his adrenaline fueled rage and attempted to counter her attacks, and punch her across the face with his free hand and kick her in the stomach with his left leg attempting to get her off him.

He than took the opportunity with his rage enhancing speed to go after the firemane using hard and heavy strikes, despite his armor he was moving at a quick rate due to his adrenaline enhanced rage, his pain, hate, and self loathing providing the power he needed to keep fighting. He attempted to force her back into the defensive against his brutal onslaught and attempted to knock her sword out of her hand and make her yield. Than he remembered the voice's words and slowed the onslaught down as his rage calmed not letting it drain the strength he needed to find the source of the voice, and so attempted to mixed up his styles to confuse her like she did and give him edge.


The Shadow was growing restless, as he tried to help the armored figure as he somehow knew that a being like him would give into his rage, he had cautioned him not to let it consume him and only hoped that the figure had heeded his advice. Despite not having a physical being he gritted his teeth as if he had teeth, and clenched his fist as he looked to the Tu'kata which eyed him curiously as he ranted and raved. "Blast those cursed Jedi, this was not supposed to happen. Curses I can only prey the boy lives, he is the only hope that I have to live again and enact my revenge, let us hope that the Jedi do not make work of him so soon." The shadow paced back and forth around the room anxiously as he couldn't bear the thought of loosing a promising host.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Enemies: @HK 36 | [member="Choli Vyn"]
Objective: Impressing the missus.
Location: Wreck of the Frontrunner

Rexus nodded his head, and turned to his troopers, "Look alive prickmunchers!" Rexus barked at the top of his lungs, "You see this woman?!" He pointed to the Grand Moff, "When she orders to jump, you will jump. When she tells you to run, you run. And when she tells you to die for the glory of Supreme Leader, you will most certainly die in the glory of Supreme Leader!" He roared at the top of his lungs. The Gundark Gunners, sans Twigg and Rexus scrambled to prepare themselves.

Twigg stepped forward, palm outstretched with grenades on it. "I suggest you take these, orange ones for unarmoured and guys who have uncovered portions," He gestured to the VX grenades, "And thermal detonators are good for causing damage real quickly."

Rexus brushed aside the sergeant, and eyed both the other captain and the Moff. "I say," Rexus began, "If I may make such bold statements, that we assist in the taking of the mining platform." He said, "Once we have that, we have a nice comfy position, that can be easily fortified." He said, "Plus, us being there might be able to relieve beleaguered troopers."

 

[Allyson Locke]

R U T A N
In the Jungle

[member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain
[member="Kaili Talith"]- what is love? Baby don't hurt me
[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 and caught the jacket. Looking at it she tied it around her waist. Tossing it back would only spark an argument. The fact that she had showed up compromises Allyson’s mission only because now there was another factor on her mind. If anything happened to Kaili, Allyson wouldn't be able to forgive herself. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tried to figure out a way to explain things. There was no beating around the bush, so Allyson explained, but remained as vague as possible.

“I'm working. I'm not as involved with the rogues like I promised.” Allyson paused and ran her hands through her brunette hair and fixed her ponytail. “But I can't just stand by and do nothing.” Running her hand over the speeder, she used the force to override the security and force the machine to life. “Micah and Vex are scouting right now. There's something happening and it's just going to get worse.” Groaning Allyson didn't want this to happening, she was sent to make sure this didn't happen and if something was going to happen she was supposed to know it before it happened.

“I'm not going home. You can find Micah and go home with him. I can't go home Kay, I gotta see this through. You're more than welcomed to join me.” Climbing onto her speeder she smirked and looked towards Kay, “Don't worry though, if you just want to find Micah and go home-I'll see you there. I always keep my promise.”

A comm message echoed through Allyson’s ear. Pressing the button she relayed a response. “Lucky, status: with civilian, ensuring safe transport for civilian than heading towards possible hostiles. Will report findings back to Jeco station. Over.” Allyson sighed. “So whatcha going to do love?”

 

[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=FN-888]

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A hand quickly grasped at the comm in her ear.
“Belay that, Agent Lucky is with her girlfriend and she is not transporting anyone anywhere.” Kaili glared at the brunette. “I am going to ensure that you fethheads haven’t accidentally sent her to her death. Over and out.”
The girl withdrew the headset from her ear and kept it in the palm of her hand before wrapping her fingers around it. She tensed up, let the pressure of her fist crush the device before she discarded it on the jungle floor, all the while staring Allyson straight in the eye whites. She wasn’t a happy camper right now, and she was not going to admit that Allyson had found a loophole that she didn’t approve of.
“I’ll have time to find Micah later.” She hissed.
“For now, let’s focus on whatever the feth is out there in the forest looking for us.”

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[Nokk Leothan]

Location: North Engagement, near Great Temple Valley
Faction: Galactic Alliance
Objective: Patrol ahead with a small group to check on the enemy advance.
Equipment: Merr-Sonn Power 11r, "Woebringer" heavy pistol

He and a squad of about 12 other soldiers were marching through the plains, being careful not to attract too much attention. He sensed something was ahead, and soon he figured out what it was. First Order landing craft deploying their troops. He quickly motioned for his squad to hide behind a nearby rock. He decided to use the group comm to call the commanding officers at base.

"Hello? We have news about the invaders."

An officer came up on the comlink. "What is it?" the officer said, a little bit nervous.

"The Order's unloading their troops right now. We need support."

"I will try." Suddenly, the comlink cut. He had the feeling they were being jammed.

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[H3xle]

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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 remained on the defensive, letting him bash his lightsaber against her sword time and again. As he continued to banter, she stoked her inner fire, letting it drink of the force unfiltered by the silly notions of dark and light. It was dangerous, not for her physical being but for her mental. She had fought for years to drive away that part of herself that had enjoyed what she had done in the Primeval. In the process she had closed herself off to the darker impulses that had spawned and fed that part of herself, but she wasn't going to go out to a punk sithling with delusions of grandeur.

"Sithling... You really know nothing do you little Jedi, no I take that back, insect is more fitting . If you only knew the extent of what you were going up against, but than again you're order are merely fools, you are just children in the face of true power not Jedi or Sith, but something that is just nothing. Today you will lose as you had on you're precious Kaeshana, and even than we did not want conflict, but we did you're people a favour by liberating them from the true tyrants."

The irony of his words almost caused her to laugh out loud. Yes, she'd called him a sithling, but he continued to refer to her as a jedi. She guessed that he had never had to treat with any Primeval in his life, or the signature of her in the force would speak for itself. Her estimation of his age went down significantly, despite the life suppoer suit that he wore. All the while, she continued to build up her reserve of force power, concentrating it into a ball of intense heat inside of her.

"You talk too much." She said as he switched forms, and for a moment his lightsaber snaked past her guard and scored a hit on her armorweave just above her elbow. The beskar lined armorweave protected her from having her arm shored off, but a good portion of heat still transferred through. She bit off a growl and danced back for a moment, then when he came in with a power stroke aimed to disarm her, she danced in. Her armor was significantly lighter than his, and her personal fighting style always had been about speed over power. She twisted under the strike and stepped to the side, pivoting on the balls of her feet to deliver a hard strike with her blade to the back of his armor. The flaming sword would cut just as well as any lightsaber when the flames were burning, and they were currently burning a near indigo-white in color.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Vader's Castle
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Anika Nygaard"]
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.

As the wave of burning flame swept towards her, illuminating the dark chamber with bright, blazing light, Elpsis stood her ground, anchoring her feet to the ground and not moving an inch. Her lightsabre remained angled in a defensive posture, ready to intercept strikes should they come, and was held in one hand. Her free hand she stretched out towards the flames that sought to envelope her in a fiery embrace and consume her. She had her beskar armour, but, above all, she had the Force.


I am fire. Yes, Elpsis, we get it, you are the trope. Fires churned and snapped at the air, as the licks of flame swept towards her. Her armour, though powerful, was not immune to fire, and she felt the burn spread through her chest. First degree. But despite the sensation of pain, she did not waver.


She welcomed the flames like an old friend, a long lost love that had finally resurfaced. A bright sphere of light seemed to gather in the palm of her hand. Flames washed over her, her body temperature rose up as heat surged through her body and she pulled the fires' blazing heat into her hand, absorbing it. The redhead shook slightly, feeling an intense pressure build up as a rush of pain shot through her, for such action never came without a price.


But she persevered and held her ground. Beneath her helmet, her firemane was radiant and glowed. She was filled with vibrant energy and the Force howled inside her. This was energy that needed to be unleashed. A good portion of it was redirected and turned against Stardust. She could feel the buildup of energy inside Taryc and smiled slightly. Good, she thought. Her fellow Fire Adept received a mental brush of affirmation against her mind. Nothing intrusive that would run the risk of disrupting her focus.


Elpsis' counterattack did not manifest as a wave of flame or a thermic lance. No, she focused her ethereal power upon the Twi'lek and sought to will her blood to boil like hot lava inside her veins, for such was dangerous even for a pyromancer. She wanted to make her opponent burn from the inside out.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Ochre Squadron: 3 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]U-Wings[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] | 4 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Cobra-Class Gunship[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]s | 5 [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]M47 Illria-Class Dropship[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]s | Troops: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]HBD-300 Droid Series[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Mk II/H Battle Armor[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]BTI-HPC[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]VT-SDC 13[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] | Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt][ Well, Crashwell, I am seeing a lot of armor here.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Yeah you think?] her own voice went quipping back, a note of wry sarcasm in the response. Telemetry readings and visions from [member="Elliot Locke"]’s sensors came back up through the encrypted comms to Choli.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][Shit.] Yup, this was not good.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ So whatever assistance you can provide would be appreciated. ][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] his voice came crackling through her headset.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Try to not get shot out there? How else are you going to take point on the trip back?] her following quip continued to Locke, the Rogue panning around and using what sensors that were even usable in this enviroment to gather as much as she could on the group below with [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Irajah Ven"], and unbeknownst to her, even someone as high up as [member="Natasi Fortan"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Another voice came through the encrypted GADF comms; it was @HK-36. Confirmation of where to deliver the troops. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Have them sent to my location and reinforce our besieged units or transferred under [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Dish[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]'s command and support his flanking maneuver, I could also use some air support over the compound, it looks like their air units have withdrawn or were shot down, we can claim the air superiority and push them back, then our besieged units would be free to reinforce Locke and others heading towards the downed FO ship.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Roger that. Sending details on current readings of what is down there. There seems to be some sort of crash site but there is a lot of heavy movement down there. From what I can see, we are looking at some sort of tanks, and that’s just by visual. I can’t tell you the type, but this appears to be a staging point of some sort.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With the combined telemetry and data from Elliot, it was easy to deduce that they were forming up for some sort of massive attack. However, she could only do so much. Those were a lot of options. Choli could only do so much. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ I can’t leave these troops out of my sight, so I will bring the troops to help reinforce Dish’s positions at the following coordinates.] she sent them to HK. It would allow her to stay close to Elliot while providing a place for the troops to provide relief. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]That’s when someone else’s voice crackled through. One she hadn’t expected at all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Cho! Good to see you in the air.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was [member="Asmus Janes"], former Commander of Rogue Squadron. For a brief moment of startled surprise, Choli gave a pause. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Janes that you? ] from what she heard, he’d up and left the Alliance. Honorable discharge they said. To hear him here…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ What are you doing here?][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Rogue directed the rest of Ocher Squadron to the point where @Dish’s units were at and near [member="Elliot Locke"] . The gunships provided a shield of cover fire, soot, smoke and steam billowing upon the intense heat of Mustafar’s surface. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ramps were lowered, doors went sliding back, and the GADF and Omega Pyre droid and armed forces went streaming out. [/SIZE]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: Vader's Castle, Second Floor
Allies In Range: None
Enemies in Range: None
Objective: Plant the Flag

Stolen. Mishel's eyes looked up at the console where the image and details of her mother's life and exploits laid there for her to see. Her eyes connected with the words, Riona Kerrigan-Alcori. Hand still clutching to her chest she drew her attention to the ground. Squeezing her eyes shut the disciple of Ren took in a deep breath and exhaled. No, this - this was not true, not true at all. The girl focused on the words of her father, Seiger Ren. She focused on his truths and his explanations. I am a disciple of Ren, a child of the force - I am Seiger's daughter. The Order is my home, with my brothers and sisters. There among my trappings and belongings, I - I belong. My mother abandoned me to the elements, to the war torn streets of Tygara when she left for Kaeshana. Mishel took the staff that had been secured on her back and took it into her free hand. Slowly she used it as support, to stand on her feet. Looking up at the console once more the vat-grown teenager approached the console and shut it down. Her heart was feeling better, the more she focused on her life as a Ren.

"She did not abandon you! You were taken, ripped from the arms of those meant to keep you safe." Once more the hushed whispers of spirits carved their way into her mind. "Ask yourself if you were meant for this, if you were truly Seiger's child would you need an implant to control your thoughts?" Confused, the girl shook her head using her staff to walk through the chamber and toward the other end passing the doors to the antechamber. You couldn't be more wrong, I am where I am supposed to be. I have a family, I was not stolen from Tygara I- I was...

Her mind ran through the flashes of memories, the blurs. The implant struck again, once more sending electrical currents through her body. Mishel's grip on the staff tightened, she intended to use it as a weapon and now more than ever was using it to stand, to walk. Use the force, and destroy your implant. Free yourself of your yoke, child. She shook her head, she refused to be rid of her implant would be to betray Seiger and the First Order. And yet, as the currents grew stronger as the pain increased. The girl slowly fell to her knees, hands still gripping the staff. Shutting her eyes she focused on the Bastion of Ren. Halls of stone, the halls of home with the sweet perfume of incense. The sounds of training, they are my home. I am a Ren - I am a Ren.

Mishel's vision gravitated toward the other door, slowly she crawled all the the while enduring the electrical shocks from the implant. Shutting her eyes once again, the image of her mother came to her mind. Words of truths, half-truths and what she should make her own truth flooded. Swirling together as she planted the staff into the ground again to push herself to her feet. Hand over hand along the staff that had been meant to hold a flag, the flag that rested in her armor as she came to stand up once more. Peaks of the flag's fabric drew her attention, determined to complete her mission the girl focused on the implant. She would ask for a new implant upon her return to the Bastion, this- this wasn't a betrayal she just needed to get this done, she told herself. Just need to plant the flag and claim Darth Vader's Castle for the First Order. Her home, where she belonged - she belonged to them she told herself again. Shutting her eyes, she focused on the implant using force crush to rid herself of the pain that the implant caused. Just certain portions of the implant, and maybe all that she would need is a simple repair.

A second flash, a second image this time of Siobhan's wife, Tegs Alcori surfaced in her mind. Memories of being on the beach- laughter, music, dancing. Music and dancing. Mishel's eyes darted with the memory, her heart beat fast against her chest once more. She remembered the sand between her toes, she remembered splashing along the shoreline with both Tegs and Siobhan. They were her parents, tears fell once more as her heart once more began to ache only this time with sadness. Even so, she looked down at the flag still nestled in her armor - she gave her word, she would be a woman of her word. As the tears left her eyes, the sounds of the staff hitting the duracrete beneath her feet could be heard. Just as the sounds of her heavily armored boots crossing through the other door and down the corridor could be heard. Moving, faster and faster she had to get out of this place, became her next thought even as she fought with her own mind. She was a Ren, she was a Ren, [member="Samka Derith"] was her sister and her master, [member="Zmej Ren"] was another sister, one who she admired. [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Ara Ren"] and even [member="Kyrel Ren"] all were family to her, and [member="Castor Ren"] - the memory of his suffering at the hands of Seiger came into her mind once more. She was a child of Ren, and yet - and yet the words of the spirits, the details of Siobhan Kerrigan's file conflicted with what she knew as the memories that had been suppressed came to surface once more.

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[Elmont Block]

Gear: None
Allies in vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Liliane"]
Enemies in vicinity: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Engaging directly: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

“Your focus determines your reality.”
– Qui-Gon Jinn

His back was at most sore right now and the broken skin on his ribs stung as opposed to causing him outright pain. But the longer he fought, the more the irritations would become a distraction, and he knew it.

But he was a Jedi and traditional learning had taught him that to look to end a duel quickly was ill-advised. So in his mind he was conflicted. The Jedi way was to prolong the fight but in doing so, he would be playing into the dark sider’s hands.

But his previous actions and this indecision had afforded the woman the initiative and he knew he had to wrestle it back – but first he needed to defend. Which he did valiantly. Her pace was commendable and her form strong, but of the very few tools at his disposal, his blade work was his strongest.

So he valiantly defended and although another couple of blows breached his parries and blocks, they only resulted in a few more surface wounds which immediately cauterised. The smell of burning flesh and charred material was increasing however.

Duelling was often likened to a dance and Elmont understood why. There was a tempo and after this many exchanges, he was able to tune into it. So much so that he could sense the repetition of blows and cadence to the attacks. Seizing on a split second of opportunity, he allowed one hand to slip from his saber – to all intents and purposes it would look as though it had come off naturally – and he used the moment to call on the Force and perform a simple Force Pull on the woman’s knees.

He had few weapons in the locker, so he had to use what he had available.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Mustafar Orbit -> Roof of Vader's Castle
Objective: Contact Allies
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | GA Folks
Enemies: [member="Mishel Ren"](Closest) | FO

"LISA!" Aela screeched as the Blackbird went tumbling out of hyperspace, the streaking blue lines of distance stars suddenly stalling to their singular points within the sky. The entire ship seemed to shake and shudder, the breath of the hull squeaking as they rushed almost instantly down into the atmosphere. She could feel her heart begin to pound within her chest, her fingers tightening around the armrests of her seat as she tried not to panic.

The Jedi Master Began to hyperventilate as they went soaring towards the surface of Mustafar, long flames erupting around the stealth ship as they rushed closer and closer towards their designated location. her vision went slightly blurry, the forces of physics pressing her further into her seat.

"It's okay!"

Lisa called from the seat just in front of her, though by now Aela was really doubting that such a thing was true. They had tumbled out of hyperspace almost directly next to Mustafar, skirting through everything in orbit and rushing towards the Atmosphere before the Young Jedi Master even processed what had just happened. To her it felt like she was being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste, her chest pressed by the straps across it and her eyes going a bit glazed.

"We're evening out!"

Lisa called out, and this time Aela couldn't help but notice it was true.

The Blackbird bucked, and then slowly evened out just above the fiery planes of Mustafars lava lakes. The older girl let out a sigh, her grip easing slightly as they rushed over the surface of the planet, she glanced to one of the instruments of her right. "There's the castle. Just get me there and then go."

Lisa glanced back for half a moment.

"Don't stick around." She told her pilot, knowing that she'd already asked too much of her. The younger girl frowned, but then nodded as she once again regarded the view in front of her. The next few seconds saw them crossing the planets atmosphere at unparalleled speed, hurtling forward until the castle finally came into view. Aela shifted, grasping the latches of the straps and pulling them free. She breathed, and then the Blackbird came above the Castle.

"Go." She told Lisa as she popped open the canopy, pulling herself up. "Get out of here, and thanks."

Without another word Aela jumped from the small ship, landing with a quiet thud on top of the roof.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mustafar Orbit
Objective: Investigate
Allies: FO
Enemies: GA

Dark eyelids immediately shot upward to reveal bright silver-green orbs. No sooner had the Sith Lord emerged from his deep meditation than a klaxon began sounding throughout his personal cabin in the retrofitted AlAT/i. The near-ancient design had held up well through countless activities, and it remained Cameron's preferred method of transport despite his acquisition of more...modern designs. Perhaps Cameron was simply nostalgic for times long past. Or maybe he just enjoyed taking the most difficult path possible in life. Surely the truth rested somewhere in the middle of those possibilities.

One of Cameron's servants rasped his knuckles twice on the door to Cameron's chamber. "Mi'lord, we will not remain intact much longer. The orbital battle is rapidly expanding, and he won't be able to mask our existence among more enticing targets much longer."

The Sith Lord was silent for several moments before he allowed a loud, slow exhale to escape his lips. "Prepare for the jump to hyperspace. Return to Corstris then depart for Dosuun two days later."

As was typical, the servant did not question the instructions. "Yes, mi'lord."

Coming to his feet, Cameron allowed a thin smile to settle over his features as he reached out through the expanse of the Force. As was typical in these battles, a large volume of presences practically washed themselves out in the Force. It was true - pinpointing a specific presence, existence without some level of prior intimate knowledge or exposure was near impossible. Fortunately for Cameron Centurion, the sudden emergence of [member="Aela Talith"]'s ever brilliant quality was hard not to notice. In fact...calling it an emergence was probably inaccurate. It radiated more like...an explosion in Cameron's mind's eye.

As he had done so many times in the past, the Sith Lord focused his attentions, narrowing his energy dispersion until it seemed as though himself and his niece were the only two entities in existence. In a matter of moments, the AlAT/i surged into hyperspace. The instant it winked out of visible presence in orbit of Mustafar, the presence of Cameron Centurion was gone from the stateroom, lingering tendrils of blue-white energy dissipating in its wake.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Enemy-[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Ally-[member="Kyrel Ren"]
Vaders castle
Mustafar

She noticed She would have to change up her attack, fire seemed to just fuel her, so she would have to do without it for a little and switch her attacks so she didn't use fire againt her....

She ran for her feet cracking the ground as she watched some of her own fire come back, she ducked and rolled coming back up this time one saber gone and a sword known as nova drawn at the ready, her she felt her body grow hot and simply ignored it, it would take a little before she'd have to back off...for she had practiced on heating her own self to survive in harsh cold climates

The dragon focused on the girl, that Beskar was troublesome, she focused the force into the cracks of the armor, shatterpoint would deal with that armor. As she felt the cracks fill she then expanded them, assuming it working the armor would fall apart or at least pieces would leaving sweet spots

Stardust then let a out a battle roar running towards the girl, she was gonna close that distance and engage her

 

[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"]​

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The girl's guess as to the purpose of Krigsgaldr was a correct one, the wicked blade not made for utility's sake but rather expressly the issuance of pain and death. As their blades contacted briefly Castor found himself off base, the strike perhaps a hair overzealous, his desire for blood causing him to overstep. A grunt of exertion escaped his lips as he fought to bring the blade back up, his eyes never leaving their target - it was the flash of her blade which caused him concern. In a moment the girl's nimble counter-strike had penetrated his guard, the vibrant yellow blade coming up to catch him inside the left shoulder as he began to spin off to the right. An unintended snarl came from the man as he felt the weapon drag along a small plate of his armor and bite as it slipped into the gap.

The pain was significant, his body seizing momentarily as his momentum carried him outside the reach of the blade but the damage was done. The smell of singed cloth filled the air as the brief contact with Castor's shoulder sent rivers of pain coursing through his arm, fingers twitching as he spun about to face the girl again. The girl's push through The Force had caught him off guard, distancing the two farther than he'd liked but even still he was able to recover his footing. A fire burned in his eyes, several quick breaths doing well enough for him to focus the pain, direct it - embrace it. And then he was on the hunt again, eyes reading the girl's stance. *Smart. Playing to her strengths, perhaps not the child I assumed.*

Castor was arrogant to a point, but even he knew the trademarks of a duelist, at the very least the girl had some modicum of training - it made him re-assess the way he would approach the situation. A sly grimace drew across his features as he raised the blade again, this time lower. Held at chest height, blade angling towards the woman he stepped forward. He held the blade parallel to the ground, the agile blade's point seeking its target, hovering as Castor held it towards Jamie's torso. Like a coiled serpent he waited, blade in subtle flux as the tip moved from heart to lungs and back again in the air.

"Perhaps Jamie of House Pyne isn't nearly as much a child as she seems?" ​

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An ominous chuckle followed, the corners of Castor's lips rising into a smirk. She wielded the blade with much more sense than some opponents he'd faced. She'd learned, somewhere. She could divert a heavy strike without breaking a sweat, her fluidity playing well against his straightforward assault - but how would she fair given this new stance? With a short controlled step forward, he extended his arms, the sword quickly striking out towards the girl though not enough to dig deep if it were to make contact. Testing the waters, finding a weakness, these were things Castor had practice in and as he went to work, he entered his element.

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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

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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

[SIZE=13.5pt]BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] is now fully deployed around Barkhesh. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. The only ships allowed within Barkhesh will only be granted permission by GADF personnel for the next 24 hours. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]GADF Base under [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Aeron Kreelan [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Grozkalla"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Neutral: [member="Bethany Kismet"] -- Plantary Shield is now fully activated, any OSL member will need to request entry through GADF comm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]ENEMIES: First Order[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [/SIZE]

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"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."

[SIZE=9pt]They gave the tiny starfighter exactly that. Five seconds for a small section of the shield to open before [member="Jorus Merrill"]’s starfighter along with his companion went blinking in a white line into the dark towards Asmeru.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Protected by Alliance ships, the small section closed behind them when the next hail came. [/SIZE]

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"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....."

[SIZE=9pt]“Comander Seo, we have a ship from the Order of the Sacred Lotus asking for clearance.” the comm officer relayed the news. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Duros’ lips gave a subtle twitch. He honestly hadn’t heard of this Order of the Sacred Lotus. Who were they?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Was it a trap?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Open a comm.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Aye, Sir.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A hail would be sent to [member="Bethany Kismet"]’s ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ This is Commander Seo of the Galactic Alliance. You would forgive me if I am curt in my dealings but we are in the middle of a First Order Invasion. I have no clearance for any Order of the Sacred Lotus. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was an honest misunderstanding. The Order of the Sacred Lotus was a new addition to the galaxy, their interactions focused with the New Jedi Order and not the Galactic Alliance as a whole. While they had come to Terminus, word had not spread across the Alliance and to other worlds about just who they were and what their mission is.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Within sensor range of the Alliance base, GADF sensors were able to pick up another broadcast. It was loud and clear that it was an unarmed, non-combatant vessel. However, just what was it doing out there?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Get me eyes down there.” Mieie Vae, a Lieutenant ordered one of her officers. “Contact our forces out by the Northern plains… get one of them to make contact and find out who they are.” [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Outside things were about to heat up. [member="Michael Sardun"] decided to go full stupid HAM by tossing himself out on top of a grenade. There was a voice within Aeron’s mind that basically went, ‘What the frak….’ Followed by the distinct grab of her disc-blade at her lower back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]No time to think. Just act. So when Sardun tossed himself off of the speederbike and onto the grenade, Aeron came skidding into a sliding stop. The Force went surging through the blonde, only able to concentrate on keeping her bearings and one more thing; letting that disc-blade fly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Force Imbued disc sang as it spun in the air, heading directly for [member="Darth Carnifex"]’s blade that had been aimed at [member="Grozkalla"]. Would it save him or not? Well, that would be up to fate. Aeron’s full on intention was to at least block the blade by having it clink against the lightsaber blade itself, perhaps giving the Wookiee the time to duck away. [/SIZE]

 

[Kuzo]

Location: Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner
In Scene: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Nearby: [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

[SIZE=11pt]“If you would accompany me, Doctor Ven, I shall ensure you are kept safe without imposing on your autonomy excessively” [/SIZE]

Irajah smirked, forgetting that he couldn't see her through the helmet.

"I'm just along for the ride at this point, Captain. I figure I'll defer to you with the soldiering bit, and you won't get in the way of my doctoring- everything will be as it should be, yes?"

Of course, none of it was as it should be. Crashed on the Ashflats of Mustafar, wearing borrowed trooper armor, and separated from the Grand Moff- The whole point of coming with, from her point of view, was to be able to keep a close eye on the other woman incase that head injury was worse than it appeared initially. She understood the need to separate important figures but she wasn't important at all, not from the stand point of the First Order. Not like Natasi was. Her own safety was no more personally assured by being split up, and there was no chain of command she was part of to preserve.

She grit her teeth in frustration, but this wasn't the time to argue.

"Folks, we've got company!"

The gunships weren't all that close, but the cover fire they laid down made them difficult to miss. Irajah tried to shield her eyes out of habit, only grimacing at herself when her gloved hand takked against the helmet.

Even if the clearly ill fitting armor didn't give her away, she moved like someone unaccustomed to the gear of a storm trooper.

She hurried as best she could after Captain Draken to the armored command speeder. She paused right before ducking inside, but somewhere in the bustle she'd lost track of Natasi. She frowned, trying to find the Grand Moff- but she blended in better with the troopers, and after a moment, Irajah gave up.

She would just have to assume that if someone happened, the Captain would hear about it and get her to the other woman's side as quickly as possible.

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

THE HYDIAN WAY - Approaching Mustafar
New Jedi Order

The warp of space gave a flicker of light as the first New Jedi Order ship arrived within the system. A blinking of a dozen lights followed in turn as the slow trickle of more and more New Jedi Order ships came reverting into realspace.

There before them, were the Galactic Alliance and First Order fleet combating each other, red and green lances of bolts stretching out to try and subjugate the other. These had been where the shuttles had departed from earlier, sending First Order troops onto Mustafar's sulfuric surface.

Erinyes rose from her meditation, wide green eyes growing larger upon the sudden influx of the Darkside that seemed to permeate from here.

She gave a small stagger, a step that had only been caught by the sudden wrapping of Grand Master Omai Rhen's hand upon her elbow. His weathered face, brushed peppered beard, and strong blue eyes met that of the Jedi Seer.

"Steady, Master Dracalu." his rumbling voice seemed to waterfall over her, providing a measure, a foundation, for the young Shi'ido to rest upon.

"The Darkside is strong here." he would state aloud.

"We must trust in the Force and be stronger."

A nod, and a deep breath came from Erinyes then. They would have to find their way down to the surface. But first, they had to travel across the fighting task force of naval forces up ahead.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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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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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLz61g0JLxQ​

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Pain was something the noble woman did not revel in. It wasn't something that gave her any amount of joy eliciting from another human being. Had there been a way to have ended this feud before it came to such measures she would have greatly preferred it. Unfortunately there was seemingly no alternative, at least not one that didn't end up with a blade in her back. Her best hope now was disabling the Ren, using him as a trade of sorts if necessary to secure her safety away from the planet, or to delay him long enough for the Alliance fleet to wrestle control of the sector from the First Order. Obviously the former was preferable to her, given that she wasn't sure whether or not her message was actually relayed. She could have been waiting on a request that would never come, at least not before she were dead.

The twitching and seizing of his muscles, combined with the expression of pain and growl of anger indicated to her that she had made contact with a lesser protected area of the man. Perhaps he had mistaken her as a simple scientist? One that had the gift of Force sensitivity but the training of a new initiate to the art, one given a lightsaber as a deterrent, rather than a weapon. Perhaps he assumed she knew nothing of fighting, given her seemingly low interest in confronting him directly. Had Castor been from Naboo, he would have recognized her as a well accomplished fencer, one that had also been well trained as a Jedi by her master thereafter. Without those two things, she would have been easily overwhelmed, perhaps even fled at the first sign of danger.

Bloodshed was not her motive, but she would not lay down and die needlessly for that belief either.

Still, he seemed surprised by her ability to redirect and strike. That would at least give her a small advantage, in comparison to his armor, size, strength, and weapon, all stacked in his favor. After all, there was nothing preventing that rather long sword from piercing soft, peachy flesh, should it make even the briefest contact with her fair skin. Unlike her previous enemies however, that fell into a blind, blood lusted rage when engaging one another, to her own surprise Castor stopped, perhaps to rekindle his own energy, but nevertheless, re-engaged her with conversation, even if it meant to intimidate her.

"Do I surprise you, Castor, Knight of Ren?" She addressed him more formally, though doubted whether or not they had actual formality wherever it was he was from. Though their exchange was rather brief, she took the moment to examine his posture change, where she had injured him, and how he now moved. There was a notable shift in the man. Before it was a simple brutality, now though, it seemed he took himself more seriously, as if he understood something about her that he hadn't before. His sword shifted quickly, though not drastically. Her own remained stationary, calm, and focused.

When the man stepped forward she expected another heavy handed slash, one that she would have to drive away from her, though instead it was much more refined, taking to a point rather than a direction, not easily swayed. The blonde caught Castor's sword by the tip, attempting to drive it away to the left of her body. Unfortunately for her she hadn't stepped back, having expected the man to come at her the way he had before. That would cost her. Though the blade would hardly penetrate her to the point of crippling her, as her lightsaber pulled the weapon away its' tip cut across her chest at the collar, dangerously close to her neck, trailing with it a fine line of red that forced a rather prominent scream from her, to which she immediately took several steps back while leaving her weapon at a full reach to guard from another advance. Her free hand traced the injury as she moved, feeling for severity, returning her piercing blue eyes to the man with newfound displeasure. Rather than to charge headlong back towards him, Jamie found the tranquility of the Force begin to well within her, the warm glow of the light side invigorating her to stand against the darkness and its' stranglehold on this place.

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Equipment:

• Lightsaber: Daylight
• Camera: XL-344 Prototype
• Force Artifact: Knight's Band
• Force Artifact: Bracelet