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

[H3xle]

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RUTAN​

Testa, Capital City​

Allies: Galactic Alliance | [member="maria natalja"] [ [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] ]​

Enemies: [member="carach"], [member="darth ophidia"]​

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Nicolas closed the door to the emergency shelter as he left, and made sure it was secure behind him. He'd spent the last while shepherding people into shelters while awaiting specific word on the attack that was happening. While it didn't sound like a great deal of work, convincing people to only bring that which was essential often took his best training to accomplish. No, they did not need to have their jumbo industrial hairdryers, nor several trunks worth of luggage. In the end, though, it was all worth it. The people were safe from all save orbital bombardment, and there wasn't any word on the kind of fleet presence necessary to pull that off on Rutan.

Now, Nicolas walked into the streets and marveled at how empty they were. He made his way to the roof of a building and looked out over the city. He could hear sounds from towards where the base was, but he felt a disturbance around the city as well, as if something was coming. Nicolas moved to the center of the roof and settled into a cross legged position. He closed his eyes and began to meditate. Often the best way to catch a moth was to light a flame, for they were drawn to it. So to, did Nicolas try to draw the trouble to him, for he lit his presence in the force with his powerful will, hiding nothing. As his meditation grew deeper, the ethereal beacon would grow brighter and brighter to those who could sense such. The area around him would begin to have a feeling of serenity and peace that would only deepen as he continued.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Barkhesh North
Objective: Purge stuff
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Rebel Sunka"]
Enemies: Formerly [member="Braith Achlys"] (my last post was on the 24th and I have not received a response after an ooc prod, so I'm moving on), [member="Asharad Graush"]. None engaged so far.
Gear: Phrik armour (in sig), bolter, magnetic revolver, sonic pistol, anti-forcer+ forcebreaker grenades, wrist flamer, lightsabre, Seraph shield.


In the span of an indeterminate but probably rather short amount of time, the clearing had been set on fire, subjected to a rainstorm, snow and lightning. It was probably a good thing that all the animals had fled before things started to heat up. Team Natural Disaster was always a big hit on the battlefield.


"Taldir here. I am moving towards your position. Sitrep?" Kaida spoke into her comm, hailing Taheera. Presumably she'd received the appropriate comm frequency to keep in touch with the GA team. She could hear the sounds of battle, but they were too distant for her to have much of an idea of what was going on beyond the fact that the Jedi and their allies were combating another First Order warrior.


So she slung her Seraph shield back over her shoulder and moved forward, leaving the clearing. The shield was tough, but quite heavy, especially for an Eldorai, so she'd only wield it when needed. Her keen elf ears picked up noise as she abandoned the clearing, even before she sensed a squad of stormtroopers that were trespassing on Galactic Alliance territory.


Kaida had strong opinions on trespassers and was convinced that good fences made good neighbours. Or something along those lines. As stormtroopers turned their guns upon the Angelii and the whine of blaster bolts filled the air, a strong gust of very cold wind tore from her and slammed into them like a battering ram. As they were sent sprawling, Kaida activated her jetpack and used it to propel herself into the fray. Her burning yellow lightsabre hummed as she began to scythe through white-armoured grunts.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle; the lower catacombs
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance | Secure the castle
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Enemy: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | GA
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak
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Traversing through the hidden catacombs hadn’t been easy for Connor. It had been a dangerous walkway of rock, fire and metal. Feeling accomplished in his task to seek the secrets of the castle were quickly diminished, as the sound of another was evident in the walkway behind him into the crystal cavern. How…annoying another had found their way down. And how annoying he had no weapon.

He turned slowly to see a female, a warrior with a mouth as sharp as her blade. As the blade ignited, Connor let the Dark Side take control, to let his only weapon – his mind and body – become one.

She charged for an attack, and he span around to the side in an enhanced move as he had always done to avoid a strike and maintain his footing.

"Those who serve the Dark Side are the ones worthy to stand here today.”

Calling on the enhanced telekinesis power of the Nam’krit which he wore, he pushed outwards with his hands to kick up shards of the crimson crystals that were crusted into the ground and pummel them towards her.

”I need urgent help in the catacombs. Follow my signal at once.”

He relayed the message through his helmet to the Ren in the castle.

"You aren’t the only one who can control fire,” he hissed at her.

Calling the Force around him, he accelerated the combustive toxic elements around them and drew fire from the steaming magma pools to follow up with the crystal shards projecting to her; thick orange streaks and gritty black ash, all the while keeping distance. It was all he had.

 

[H3xle]

All art credit for banners to FO people who made them!


BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition

ENEMIES: First Order

Alyce and her two wingmates flew a few sorties, but then the dropships were all down, either by their own power or that of the Alliance. As she was about to commence a firing run on the dropships, to ensure they stayed down, she heard from Alliance command.

"Alliance control to Rogue Eight. We have case zulu throughout the sector and need reinforcement on Mustafar. I am sending you coordinates. Come in for resupply, then you are ordered to make best time to the Mensix Mining Facility on Mustafar."

Alyce sent an acknowledgment and began to pull her bird around towards the base.

"Alright, looks like we have new orders. I am sending the update to you two. Lets pick up a couple more birds and make for Mustafar." She said to her wingmates, and they quickly arrived at the Alliance base on Barkhesh. While the ground teams rearmed and refueled them, Alyce was arranging for some heavier support. She was able to requisition two Cobra Gunships, modded to be hyper capable by dropping the amount of space for personnel. That space, however, was packed with HBD droids, droids that were already marked for reinforcing Mustafar. With them were a pair of M47 Illria dropships loaded with the same type of droids. She merely had to get herself and her team assigned as escorts, which was easily done.

Once they were all prepared, they took off and left the shield via the stutter. They quickly went into hyper, aimed at Mustafar.

Order of Battle

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3 X-Wings (1 PC flown, 2 NPC Rogue Squadron Pilots)
2 Cobra Class Gunships (Hyper capable, with Mk-IV HBD Droids inside)
2 M47 Illria Class Dropships (Mk-IV HBD Droids inside)

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: Vader's Castle, 2 Floors Below the Roof​

Allies In Range: [member="Samka Derith"] via Telepathy​

Enemies In Range: [member="Aela Talith"] (Rooftop) | Geonosian Droids (?)​

Objective: Plant the Flag, Defeat the Droids​

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Curled up at the end of the lift, Mishel had slowly lifted herself into an upright position against one of the walls. Her chest ached, her neck burned like no tomorrow and her entire body screamed at her. She just wanted to go back home, to the Bastion with its earthy floors and the smells of the nearby village wafting through the windows.

Not knowing that lava had some how entered the temple's lower ends, the lift began to suffer. It chuttered, chittered and jeered, the lights flickered and Mishel winced with pain as she rose to her feet. Having since tucked the blaster into her belt, lightsaber hilt clipped as it clanked and clanged between the lift walls and her hip. She squinted to see the buttons, making note of the dent that the blaster made along with the scorch marks.

One painful footstep after another, she got to the panel her shoulder pressed up against yet another wall. Mishel sighed and pressed the open door button, but it refused. Her shoulders slumped and she tried it again, and again it refused to budge. She lowered her head and took another breath, the lift was growing warmer and sweat now poured from her body. It caused her armor's secondary layer to stick to her. Hair matted against her skin as her boot met with the lower panel, she kicked and she kicked just as she heard the lift groan under the strain of the lava's heat.

Far below the vat-grown Ren, lava began to slowly pour into the shaft. Embers sparked around the lift's cords. Up above, Mishel kicked away at the lift she now engaged her fists and gauntlets. She punched and kicked, until she felt the lift move. It shifted as she heard one of the cords snap. The girl swallowed her heart began to race, she took the lightsaber from her hip and flicked it on.

There would be no stance, no glorified movement or eloquent riposte. Just a slash, and thrash of her lightsaber against the lift's panel. Repeatedly she did this as yet another cord snapped and the door to the lift cracked open. Mishel stopped she could see light outside, just as the light inside the lift began to flicker as once more the sounds of the lift straining to hold itself up could be heard. Setting her saber back on her hilt she moved toward the crack in the lift door.

The teenager wedged her body between the door, by the Force her body wanted to keel over. Sheer will and determination were the only motivators now. One boot against the door, her back against the other side she attempted to force the lift door open just a bit more. She wanted to cry at this point, everything in her hurt. Fighting droids, so many bloody droids her armor bore the scorch marks, weaknesses in the armor at the joints and exposed places also bore the tell-tale sign of her fight.

She placed her second boot against the other side of the lift and grunted, groaned, and whined to force the door open once more. The lift chuttered and jeered. Which sent the girl to the floor she rolled to the back as the lift once more shifted its weight. The brunette had come so far, and she refused to give up her cause and resign to her fate. Painfully she rose to her feet, and one heavily armored boot after another she stepped. Thud, thud, thud toward the door a third cord to the lift snapped and she felt it drop.

Mishel licked her lips and once more wedged her body between the door this time she could squeeze. Squeeze herself just so, a pair of hands would appear on the floor outside the lift. She used her shoulders to force the lift door to accomodate her. She her eyes were shut as she managed to get herself half way onto the floor. Once more it was an arm pull by arm pull, to get her body onto the floor completely. The girl could hear the lift straining on its last line, her boots having only just cleared the door as the final line snapped, and the lift dropped to the bottom of the temple meeting with the lava that had already taken it over.

The girl rolled herself onto her back, she breathed heavily. She took the moment to catch her breath, her body relaxed and she had the sudden urge to nap. She closed her eyes for a moment, for a brief moment and Mishel swore to the Force she could hear her mother Siobhan but perhaps it was just another whisper.

And then she heard the all too familiar clicking noise of droids against the floor. She opened her eyes and moved her head to see the very thing she heard approach her. Mishel rolled to her feet quicker than she had before lightsaber out as adrenaline ran through her veins.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar, Ashflats in Vicinity of Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (In Vicinity of, but not present at): Mensix Mining Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in Scene: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]Allies In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | @Heidi @Ziegler | [member="AR-3752"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Scene: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"][/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Vicinity: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, SE-44C blaster pistol, x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenade, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors.

[SIZE=11pt]Unit Equipment: [/SIZE](for general reference and flavour purposes only): FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor | F-11D Blaster Rifles | FWMB-10 Repeating Blasters (select troopers) | T-7 ion Disruptor Rifles (select troopers) | Bayonets | Combat Knives | Thermal Detonators | Standard Concussion Grenades | x1 FI-H8b: Hussar Command Speeder | x10 FI-C9v: Cuirassier Assault Repulsortanks

[SIZE=11pt]Post: 10[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon could only watch and continue to fire at the U-Wing as it lined itself up and then unleashed a torrent of heavy laser cannon bolts against one of the tanks. The first few shots were absorbed or deflected by the last remnants of the repulsortank’s shields, but under the torrent of the cannons they eventually tore through these and raked the tank’s armour. The bolts tore great holes into the armoured hide of the tank, which had been previously damaged in the initial salvo. Pharazon held out a small hope it might survive as he watched, helplessly pinned down behind another tank, however, these hopes were dashed seconds later. Several heavy laser cannon rounds slammed straight through the already damaged section of the tank, apparently then striking the power supply or munitions, causing a horrifically loud and bright explosion to bloom first in the belly of the tank, then burst out from the cracks and holes blasted into the around before completely bursting the tank out from the inside. Debris and smoke filled the area around the tank, as well as shrapnel that tore out in every direction, wounding and maiming whatever it touched.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Continuing to crouch down behind one of the repulsortanks making up the wedge formation, he just managed to make out the impact of his latest burst of blaster bolts had inflicted upon the U-Wing he had the odd feeling about. He looked on with some satisfaction that he had managed to disable or at least badly damaged, he could not afford to stand up and look, with the volume of fire he and the rest of the 189th and repulsortanks were being subjected to, but he had seen sparks and smoke which was as good a sign as any that he had damaged the shuttle to Pharazon. However, explosions, blaster bolts, and laser cannon rounds continued to rain down up the defiant Imperials, sending great and bilious plumes of ash, metal, and bodies into the air. Heavy armour-piercing rounds tore through the Imperial formation from the Alliance ground troops, some rounds found their targets in tanks, causing serious damage, while others tore through Stormtroopers, ripping their bodies apart as they punched clean through their armour. Of the few tanks that were hit, only one was significantly damaged if still functional, while the others managed to only receive glancing hits or minimal damage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Taking another quick look around the side of the tank from his covered vantage point, Pharazon knew he had to keep up the pressure against their ground troops. “Megablaster teams, tanks already firing on the infantry, focus fire on the Alliance ground troops, hit their anti-tank teams” Pharazon barked, firing off another burst against the U-Wing. Realigning their weapons, the heavy assault troopers from each platoon spewed forth red death from their repeater blasters that was joined by the repeater blasters of the tanks focusing on the ground forces in a great wave of blaster bound death, storming toward the Alliance troops.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Pharazon again took a knee in the ash and changed his blaster power pack with near mechanical precision and efficiency, he spotted Doctor Ven hurrying towards a wounded trooper, discipline, skill, and self assurance obvious even in her oversized armour. As he saw her, his mind paused for a moment. He realised that he had not needed to tell the Doctor who needed treatment beyond patching her into the medical status feed, she knew exactly what she was doing and exactly where she should be. As he watched her momentarily, he felt the beginnings of a new respect for her develop within him. He had known her obvious skill and qualification before he had given her a list of troopers of course, but he was loathed to admit that anyone else could know better than him on almost any subject, even if he also knew he had almost no medical knowledge outside of military first aid. A blaster round pinged off the tank’s shields right next to his head, snapping him out of his [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]reverie[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. There would be time to apologise and mend the social relations his courtly trained brain told him were important when one realises they have insulted another, but that time was not here. It was neither relevant nor good form on a battlefield with Stormtroopers fighting and dying around him. He did know that the Doctor would understand at least that, regardless of any other opinions she had formed about Pharazon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As he rechecked his blaster and sent a series of signals to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]re position[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] one of his platoons to give them a better angle on the Alliance ground troops, he froze again. This was no social realisation again it was… another feeling. [/SIZE]By the mists what does this… he could not even finish his thought, his head turned, nearly involuntarily and he caught a brief sight of oncoming X-Wings. “Incoming!” he roared, but it made little difference. Then Pharazon’s formation exploded.

[SIZE=11pt]Two tanks exploded outright, their shields and armour overwhelmed by the combined onslaught of the Alliance gunships and additional air support, while another tank burst in a great green nova as the baleful fire of the oncoming X-Wing struck the repulsortank’s missile magazines. Stormtroopers were vaporised, rent asunder, or consumed in the fires of the energy explosions surging forth from the destroyed repulsortanks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon was sent flying from the force of a green bolt slamming into the ground several metres away from him. He slammed into the ash on his back, rolling another metre or so before he came to a stop and was able to move and effectively control his body again. His armour was intact but his vision was swirling, his ears ringing, bright flashes blurring his eyes. Ash, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]debris[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], and shards of bodies and armour rained amongst the Imperials. Stretching his arm out, groaning in pain, he took hold of his blaster rifle, something real, something that gave him power, purpose. His aching fingers clasped around the grip as he forced himself to his hands and knees. He looked around, still disorientated, and beheld the destruction. He would not be broken so easily however, for every body or burning tank, he saw more Stormtroopers keeping up their fire, helping their comrades to their feet, he saw blaster fire, ion fire, and missiles fill the sky with Imperial defiance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He saw several of the repulsortanks angle their pair of twin linked heavy laser cannons and anti-air missile pods after the X-Wings, ready to rip them from the sky should they come around in another attack run. He also watched with savage delight as a gunship was brought down, slamming burning into the ash a ways off from their position. He could hear the howls of pain as the occupants burnt within the husk, but they would find no mercy from Pharazon. He looked away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Status report” Pharazon roared hoarsely into his helmet communicator. He quickly received responses from his commanders. They had been shook up, but they were still combat ready. Pharazon then turned his attention to ascertaining the Doctor’s condition. “Doctor Ven, what is your status?” he asked over the comm net. He received no response, his eyes swept over their fighting position, overlooking blast craters and fallen Stormtroopers. Until he found the bulky armoured form of the Doctor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon ran over to her, head low as blaster bolts still filled the air. “Doctor Ven, can you hear me?” he asked rapidly, concerned. She was not one of his Stormtroopers despite her attire, but he had been charged with her protection. Many things could be said of Pharazon’s honour, but he despised failure in any and all task he committed himself to. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He would not fail her. Not like he had his sister, so long ago.[/SIZE]

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order​

Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo1VInw-SKc​

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It all happened rather quickly. The clang resonating off the stonework floor of the library, the dash forward into the dangerous kill zone that had separated the two only moments before, her minor diversion, even the diving drive of daylight into the man's shoulder once more happened in the blink of an eye. A single breath had passed and in that instant it seemed that things may have been on course to end rather quickly. Perhaps Castor would submit, perhaps there was still a chance for this to end peacefully and without more bloodshed. Or, at least, without more of her blood shed. There was still a rather nasty cut bleeding across her collar. The blood soaked shirt left a notable reminder of that. If only she had taken up those Jedi Healing classes it wouldn't have been such a problem.

What the blonde wasn't quite used to were those who wielded a sword of a particular variety. Cross-guards were never a thing in fencing, nor were they commonplace among lightsabers. In fact, she had never encountered them before. Of course she knew that they were generally thought to protect the hand of the wielder, but the idea that they would be used as a weapon as well? That wasn't something on her mind. When her right hand drove the saber into the Ren's shoulder, her left had been occupied manipulating the Force. There was hardly opportunity to then move and protect herself by grabbing hold of the hilt to halt the incoming strike.

Jamie's arm moved to retract the saber and make another, deeper drive into the Knight but before she could realign Daylight a sudden loss of oxygen pained her lungs, what little she had gasped from pursed lips as a heavy force bore straight into her abdomen. Her left hand finally made it to the sword's protruding guard, fingers lacing around the metal in an effort to push the weapon away from her. In that moment she had lost nearly all of her strength and thus Castor dragged it along, the barbs near the center of the weapon cutting her fingers. She would have screamed had she had any air left to expel. Instead she simply stumbled back, jaw agape as she collided with the nearby wall. A tremor of pain shot from her stomach and hand through her body, when finally the air returned all she could follow it with was a shaky, half muted cry.

Blood ran down her fingers from beneath her first and second knuckles of three fingers to the tips, lightly dripping to the floor, the fabric of her shirt enduring another rather prominent cut, though this time the gash was deeper than the graze across her collar. The blonde's eyes fell to inspect the wound, a visible shake in her left hand gently pressing near the wound. The lightsaber in her right hand was still active, though the blade itself was in a more lazy guard than before. That injury would require medical attention sooner, rather than later, for sure. Several short breaths in and out were all she could muster for the time being, hoping to rejuvenate her muscles with fresh oxygen before Castor decided to push her further.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: | FO
Enemies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"] [member="Aver Brand"] | GA
Directly Engaging: [member="Aver Brand"]
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenade, Lightsaber

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Another sonic blast, another tremor running through her entire arm and straight to the badly damaged ribs.

It was pain once again that had Zmej know she lived still – and thus should act lest she desired for that to change in the very foreseeable future. Trying to pull down the damaged ceiling turned out overly time consuming, outright impossible if she were to match her opponent’s terrible speed. Same went for adjusting the weapon’s aim, thus marking the act of discarding the rifle in her saber’s favour. There was no actual expectation for it to do much against the armour, not to mention the girl’s been sitting on the ground, mobility zero. Not that she would have fared any better if standing on her feet. With several ribs cracked, lightsaber combat became an agonizing chore to feebly delay the inevitable, nothing more, nothing less.

By the time all three beams of pure plasma burst to life and sprayed their surroundings in violent crimson, the weapon became useless anyway – Zmej’s opponent already towered high above the blonde’s plated form, unleashing devastating strikes that the Ren simply could not even dream of stopping given her state and position.

Free, waiting to be used productively, her left arm collided with the attacker’s wrist in one last act of defiance, a desperate spark of hope clinging to ideas that perhaps there was a way to emerge victorious. The impact had more strength to it than expected and Zmej immediately realized the futility of believing it could be stopped from reaching her body altogether. All remaining effort and strength went to adjusting the knife’s deadly course, just a tiny little bit to have its edge land elsewhere. Clanking, it hungrily carved and dug against her shoulder plate, marking the armour while cascading down like a harmless drop of water before eagerly slipping right in the armpit where the blade finally cut through, tasting flesh and blood while drawing screams from its victim.

Gory, bloody, messy, yet still a vastly better alternative that taking the sharp bee in the neck, although the young knight’s doubtful victory lasted less than a second. Zmej looked up to meet her opponent’s gaze, barely noting the flash, followed by a stinging stab originating in her breasts. Then she felt nothing, everything went silent, consciousness sank into darkness.

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="elpsis elaris"], GA
Enemies: FO
Engaging: [member="connor harrison"]

Taryc couldn't help but smirk as the fire and crystal shards came at her. The man before her didn't feel extremely powerful in the force, but his grasp of the mechanics of the force was undoubtable. As her slash had hit empty air, she had turned to pursue her quarry. Now, though, she had the heavier armor, and while she was well versed in moving with it on, she had not been expecting a weaponless opponent. That was entirely on her, and she would chastise herself later for the slip up. With barely a moment to spare, she focused on the fire within and pulled it around herself as she pushed through after her opponent. It protected her from the heat, but not from the shrapnel. Shards of crystal cut at her, and only the beskar woven into the armorweave she wore saved her from severe damage. As was, she had several bleeding lacerations.

She came through the cloud of fire and crystal in quick roll, trying to disperse the damage to a larger portion of her body. While it may have saved her from a more serious injury, everything save her head, hands, and feet now hurt. Still, she pushed through and launched herself at Connor. She feinted to the left with her sword, making it look like she was cutting from there. Then, at the last moment, she dropped her shoulder and aimed to ram it into the mans solar plexus and knock him to the ground.

 

[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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His voice rising to meet the woman's, Castor let out a snarl as he felt the cross guard find purchase in the woman's torso. Pain immeasurable he imagined. Running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, the Ren exhaled sharply as he pushed back against the girl - but she had already begun her own withdrawal, the once stinging pain in his shoulder now numb, senseless. Looking first to the wound as the girl attempted to recover, he scowled. This time the wound was deep, flesh burned beneath the cover of his clothing where Jamie's amber blade had poked between the armor he wore. As his fingers relinquished their hold on the blade end of his weapon he reversed his stance as he stood facing the girl.

For a moment, no longer than a second his eyes locked onto hers. The Bondar crystal blade had caused him injury yes, but what was more concerning to the Ren was the lack of feeling he now felt in his left hand. As he tried to move his fingers they moved sluggishly, his shoulder involuntarily cramping under the effort sending yet another scowl across his features. Grinding his teeth the Ren forced his body into submission, the arm rising, his hand clasping the hilt of his weapon albeit more loosely than before. The pain had brought clarity, up till now a part of him had dared hope to be rid of the woman quickly, a simple submission and withdrawal but now he knew that was no longer a possibility to consider. She may yet draw breath, and perhaps even escape but not due to his lack of trying.

"I would offer you yet the chance to withdraw, but we both know that would be futile."​

Gripping the blade tightly just below the cross guard with his right hand, he crossed his body, the wicked blade held at his left hip. He stepped into his assault, the blade stabbing inwards, low and up across her torso so as to be in position for a sweeping downward stroke the first aimed at knocking her blade aside. He would press the advantage where he could. Despite his anger his left shoulder still burned, no doubt the upwards slash would come up short, the cramping preventing him from extending to the edge of his reach but the downward stroke would be a strong blow yet, powered not only by the man's own strength but the momentum of the weighted blade.

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

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle; the lower catacombs
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance | Secure the castle
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Enemy: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | GA
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak

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Connor took a number of side steps on some higher ground , seeing the armour of his foe glint and gleam from the shine. She was fast, and as expected she came out charging. He stood his ground, knees supple and ready to move, and she went for another swipe.

He jerked back, but her body was on him in that second, barging into him square on and knocking him back off the crystal mound.Digging his fingers into her armour, Connor strained to keep her arm holding the sword at bay.

Focusing his mind on hers, Connor twisted her senses as violently as he could with his grip on her to keep the chance of attack low. He looked into her and pulled as much as he could with the enhanced power of the darkness. Flashing lights, voices, the stabbing pain in the brain stem that sounded like a piercing siren and felt like a burning needle inside the head.

He snapped his head forward and up into her face, helmet against helmet.

"You carry the darkness in you...you LIE to yourself trying to deny it,” his synthetic voice goaded.

Connor held tight, and focused his aura to hers to cause as much pain and overwhelming senses as possible.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

​

Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order​

Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGCsyshUU-A​

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Azure eyes were partially closed as Castor approached. Her left hand burned, the barbs of the cross-guard having dragged across index, middle and ring fingers with a venomous bite. Her stomach ached, a rather hideous gash decorated the shirt in red from top to bottom. The wound on her collar all but forgotten in place of the two newest additions. His words echoed through the chamber, every enunciated syllable ringing through her ears. She lifted her head, catching his eyes in her own, streaks of blonde partially obscuring her vision. Oxygen finally began to fill her lungs once more, at least there was that. At least. Would she withdraw if given the chance? She certainly wasn't above the pride of defeat. Would her death here mean anything at all in the grand scheme of things? Unlikely. Just another Jedi in the wrong place at the wrong time. A name on the wall, and a broken family back home.

Her back was quite literally against a wall. She hadn't the raw strength to directly oppose the man before hand, even less so now. With only a single hand able to grasp hold of her lightsaber, the weight and force behind Castor's blows would be insurmountable for the Jedi to break against. The fire behind his eyes gave her just about all the tell she needed to know that he intended to deliver a lethal blow. There was no hint or subtlety to him. If she didn't react, he would in fact, kill her. A proposal she was hardly willing to accept, even in her current state of affairs. There was hardly time for an analysis of the situation or to mull over any potential decision. Action, immediate action, had to be taken, lest she traded those final few moments for her life.

The blonde angled Daylight inwards, just far enough to catch the strike Castor had made first, likely just as he had intended her to do. That was really simply to prevent herself from being carved nearly in half left to right. As the momentum of his heavy handed strike carried her hand forcefully back, her fingers released the lightsaber, sending it sailing through the air as the vibrant hue dissipated, a light thud as the Cambylictus wood hilt hit the wall and fell to the floor. Her eyes never wavered from his, even as her only weapon fell free from her grasp. Unarmored, unprotected, alone, and injured, Jamie had half of a plan, the other half? Faith. What she did in the next moment was hardly masterful, graceful, or even tide turning. It was simply to survive.

Castor's blade would find that as it was brought down with a heavy handed strike that just mere inches from the girl the blade would suddenly halt, as if colliding with an invisible force or wall. Looking down he would see Jamie's head partially turned, as if expecting the action to have failed her, her right hand held palm open, just partially forward from her chest, trembling. When in the next breath the blade did not render her unconscious or otherwise dead she unscrunched her eyes to see a protective shimmer around herself. There was little more she could have done in that moment, save for perhaps try to throw him clear across the room, but reflex seemed to take over in that instance. Instead, the girl relinquished her hold of the energy surrounding her, choosing to throw all sixty kilograms of weight against his right shoulder to open a gap between them and allow her space enough to escape the pinned position she was in. If she managed to succeed she would wind up just off to his side, away from the wall, good hand seeking to retrieve her lightsaber via a call from the Force. Otherwise, well, she might be in some more immediate danger.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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

The wave of fire forced her opponent to dodge out of the way, giving Kaalia the space needed to regain her footing. Her knees still flared in pain, but she channeled all of it. Her passions defined her, made her who she was. She wanted to live, she wanted the ones she cared about close to her. That was all that mattered. And to live meant taking the life from the Jedi. It truly was as simple as that. The darkness around her was growing, and if there was any trace of her former Jedi life before it was most certainly gone now.

All around the redhead the sounds of droids could be heard, and the swarm wasn't far away. It was then when the Force relayed Ara's message to her. Kaal, I can handle these two. Go, answer Connor’s call. Help the Ren secure the castle. The droids now moved in, forcing Kaalia to decide on what to do quickly. Trust me, I can handle these two. Now go! A wall of wind courtesy of the brunette separated Kaalia from the Jedi, allowing her to get on her feet and call her saber back to her hand. The saber wasn't ignited however, and rested in her hand still asleep.

No.

Kaalia wasn't going to leave her friend outnumbered. Connor needed the help however, and so there was only one option in the redhead's mind. You go. Your connection with Connor is stronger. I'll take them both on. The message that was sent to Ara was direct and matter-of-factly, making it clear she wasn't going to accept any other scenario. You are supposed to be with him. I am supposed to be right here. She turned to the duelling partner she already had before quickly glancing over to the woman that had danced with her friend before.

With the wall of wind still there, Kaalia used the opportunity to let the Force guide her red saber back into her sleeve. She called upon her inner fire once again, flames once again springing to life in the palm of her right hand. A wave of fire made its way towards the wind wall, and it quickly sucked in the oxygen within the wind to turn the wall of wind into a short-lived wall of fire. Kaalia dashed forward and made her way towards the Jedi she had been duelling before and let the saber that was put away moments ago fall into her hand once again. It ignited in an instant, and as the flames died down she immediately was close to the Jedi once again. Hoping the wall of fire distracted him, she re-engaged her flurry of saber strikes. As long as the other one was not close to her she could try to even the playfield as quickly as possible this way.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility
Objective: Defense, Survive
Allies: GA | [member="Aver Brand"] (Aka Super Bae)
Enemies: FO
Engaging: [member="Torian Pierce"]

Draco stumbled away from the Stormtrooper officer. The man had been impaled among several other injuries, if death had not yet found him he was circling the drain enough for Draco to stumble past his body and not care to stab him again.

The blast doors opened to the inner corridors for the Mandalorian staggering through the halls as he moved to the next breach, a small group of stormtroopers moving to break into the facility. The warrior tried to grip the longsword in his left hand, his broken knuckles failing to grip the weapon. With a grunt and surges of pain searing through his right arm as his broken ulna scrapped against moving tendons, but he managed to lash the sword into his left hand, binding it to his most functional limb as best as he could.

With what reserves of power he could spare the warrior flooded into his hand and arm to repair them as best as he could manage as he moved to intercept the First Order troopers. It would not be much, but if he could keep the internal bleeding in his right arm minimal he might be able to use it as a shield arm for the time being. His focus would have to be defensive in the coming skirmish or he wouldn't be able to stay standing long as wounded and exhausted as he was.

An Alliance Medic injected him with bacta and some low dose pain relievers as he walked, several of the facility's forces having held back within to allow the Mandalorian to repel the invaders personally, no moving with him only to be waved off again and ordered to remain behind as a last line of defense while the warrior held closed the gates of hell as it were.

The dragon planted himself once more in the path of the First Order intent on keeping them at bay for as long as possible.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Kriel Firin"]

Vader's Castle

Step by step, the gap closed, and step by step, they got closer to a fight. Once in range, someone had to make the first move, and finally, the stalemate was broken. Immediate momentum went to his opponent, but that didn't count for much. His own preferred style of combat preferred to keep his own momentum.

Tight bladework, sure shifts in stance, and subtle dodges and weaves made sure the blows were parried, blocked, or simply dodged with a minimum expenditure of effort. Just to see what his opponent would do, however, the moment the Swarm was done, Sarge swung his saber downward towards his opponents legs.

Soresu, as par for the course, did not have 'offensive' attacks. But that's because it was more a philosophy than an actual style of blade fighting.

It was a probing blow, however, one that allowed him to easily transition back into a guard, whether his opponent blocked or otherwise. A testing of the waters; slow, methodical.

 

[Kuzo]

Location: Ashflats near the crash of the Frontrunner
Allies in scene: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

“Doctor Ven, can you hear me?”

It took a long moment before Irajah blinked up at him. The sulfuric air stung her eyes and nose, and as she breathed in deeply, she started coughing, choking on the ash and fumes.

She had no idea where her helmet had ended up. Or that her face was covered in blood from the cut she'd sustained in the initial crash reopening, as well as a new gash across her hairline. Dark locks were matted against her face and she winced, trying to sit up and failing.

"Sort of," she replied, her voice raspy. Her ears were ringing from explosion and the blow to the head.... wait, what? Yes, when she'd landed, of course.

Everything hurt. But that wasn't all that surprising. If she walked away from this without any broken bones, well, it would be a minor miracle. Still, even knowing that, she was all too keenly aware that without [member="Carach"]'s training and the Force, she should be dead right now. There was no way she could have gotten the trooper out of there in time *and* survived-

"The trooper," she muttered, her voice kind of distant as she tried to get up again. "I have to get back to him-"

It was obvious from the groggy tone of her voice, the blood and how she couldn't even sit up that wasn't in the cards.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming The Castle
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Elmont Block"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

Spoiler

Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Gear: In signature, 1x Curved Hilt Lightsaber


Her gaze snapped to Kaalia as the defiant answer met her call for help, teeth gritted and eyes shining with anger. The voice in her head offered little argument, the knight tempted to do so anyways. It wasn’t about connection, it was about teamwork, about securing the castle, about giving up their selfish hunt for glory when their brothers and sisters-

He internal rant was interrupted by a second, desperate, call for help from the disciple, the urge to run and provide back-up at war with her own bloodlust and desire to force Kaalia to follow the directions given for no other reason than pride.

There was no time to argue, the castle and the Ren were being overrun and only by working together, trusting each other, could they hope to succeed. A split second decision, pride or trust?

With an angry growl, she turned on one heel as her friend added her own power to the wall of wind, turning it into a magnificent barrier of flame.

”Stubborn ass.”

Using the mental connection between them, she let her anger and fear carry through loud and clear. She had faith in her friend, but with two Jedi against one, the results could be unpredictable.

If you die on me, I will bring you back and kill you myself. Painfully.

Without another thought, she shut the mental connection down, grin growing as a small army of droids marched down the hallway towards her, a few of the mechanical soldiers still on their sides from her earlier blast of wind. Words didn’t matter against fighters who had no ego or emotion, and so she didn’t bother wasting time. A thought had the crimson blade of her saber extinguished, a quick move reattaching it to her belt.

Both hands shot out, palms facing the wall. As she drew her hands apart, two walls of solid power pushed against the waves of droids, slamming the mechanical creatures against the wall. In a mess of sparks and the sound of twisting metal, a few were destroyed, crushed between solid obsidian and the force, other trapped and scrambling to perform their destructive tasks.

The echoes of pain vibrated through the knight, the connection between her and Connor still wide open, his emotions feeding into hers and vice versa. Her feet moving almost unbidden, she shot down the corridor, power behind every step. The sounds of blaster fire filled her ears, mixing with the sounds of the battle raging behind her. Her mind barely registered the stinging pain as a few shots penetrated her armor, lines of fire from her upper leg, side and inner arm setting her nerves singing.

Her eyes caught the sight of a blaster trained at her head as she reached the end of the hallway, her movements too fast to stop and the hallway too crowded with mechanics to dodge. The green light blinded her, the sounds of twisting metal and the flash of pain from her left cheek turning her vision red before she was past and free of the chaos.

Her feet followed without her eyes acknowledging their path, the mental force signatures in her mind drawing her deeper into the catacombs. The smell of molten metal and the heat from her mask was the only distraction in the single-mindedness to reach her ally, friend, and lover. One hand flashed up, grabbing the useless chunk of duraplast and tossing it to the ground, her lungs inhaling their first unfiltered breath. Ash, heat, and other unidentifiable chemicals filled her lungs, a coughing fit momentarily delaying her progress through the underground tunnels.

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=9pt]https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] is now fully deployed around Rutan. 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 Rutan will only be granted permission by GADF/SIS personnel for the next 24 hours. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]SIS Base under [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Vexen"] - Defel without a cause [member="Allyson Locke"] - SIS agent in a mini skirt [member="Kaili Talith"] - Up in the air [member="Kellyn Muir"] - Outpost central![/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: | TX-130T Tank [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn’t just the tracks that Micah and [member="Vexen"] were tracking. No, the defense drones models of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-1[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-2[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-3[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-4[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] had also picked up on the movement. A low whirr went whizzing by as the drones sped up, searching and moving to try and pick up on more data and movement. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Behind [member="FN-888"] and [member="FN-4077"], the Talith sped up. While Aela was naturally inclined to quick, short bursts of speed, Micah had to use a bit more energy and force to catch up. His garhoon genetics allowed him to dart swiftly much like a predator, but that would have its limits. He wasn’t made for sustained running.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Thankfully, the first brush of movement of [member="FN-4077"] came into view. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Vex, go![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Micah relayed through their telepathic connection, motioning for her to try and track up to catch the soldier. Another movement up ahead. Was that another First Order soldier?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][member="FN-888"] ‘s figure came into view briefly, just enough for Micah to make out as the slower of soldiers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Where the heck was Allyson? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Likely showing off her panties and trying to get Nohei from being upset -- [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]snorts, as if that was an easy job. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]If he only knew that his sister and her girlfriend were just too busy arguing on their way back to the base. He’d roll his eyes and say [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]women.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Now, what to do? Well -- the easiest method would be to try and stop the guy. However… wasn’t so [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]easy[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“HEY! YOU! STOP THERE!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well so much for staying undercover, but it allowed people to focus on his location and let Vexen sneak in. Oh hell, they are still moving. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]-- and came to a sliding stop, pebbles and dirt scattering under his dusty phrik boots. The most comical of chain reactions happened then. It was like watching a holo-comedic strip. The First Order solider in their armor, running full speed into what appeared to be an open clearing -- only to bounce off of it like a rubber band snapping back. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The poor fool hit the deck, likely winded, with their arms flailing and moving into a roll. That brief moment, that crash and hit, gave off a slight shimmer, a ripple. Holy Nerf balls, was that a shield? The Talith narrowed his eyes, then stretched out with his senses with the Force, using a small little technique he learned from his mother in the past. It was a way to discern shields and man did that beauty flare up like the middle of the night during Life Day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well, things started to click together. First Order people, the World Shield, a high alert, random guy running full blast onto what appeared to be a camouflaged shield only to get knocked back on their ass. Ding, ding, ding, these guys wanted in, and it was likely that they DIDN’T have an invitation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Right.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Out went his hand, the Force surging down his arm and through his fingers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Then curled them tight, as if reaching out to nab at [member="FN-888"] ‘s torso to try and yank her back towards him with the Force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Hey! What you doing over there!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Let the banter begin![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Meanwhile…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With [member="Kellyn Muir"] activating the generator once more in his small outpost, he was now able to communicate to other SIS posts and the main SIS command center. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A message would be sent to him, confirming for his presence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ This is Cresh Bravo, over. ] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ What is your status?][/SIZE]

 

[Vexen]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened

Trackers: [member="Micah Talith"] @Vexen
SIS Agents: [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Here for the drama: [member="Kaili Talith"]
Enemies: | [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"]

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Vexen dropped low as the trooped bounced off the shield. It made a noise much like the high pitched echo that ran down a steel cable under tension when struck. She pressed herself down, her ears flattening. The Defel wraith was as cautious as Micah was bold. This was no more evident than when he was shouting out demands at the stormtroopers.

She didn't know why he bothered. Vexen had come across their kind on several occasions. Even if they weren't clones the mental conditioning drove so much individuality out of them they might as well have been. She couldn't sense the shield like Micah, but given what she'd heard already she guessed it was set around the SIS base.

Even knowing that the troopers would afford her no such compassion in return, Vexen was still no killer. A GADF soldier spotting hostile troops in Alliance territory likely would have shot on sight. The Defel didn't want to draw attention to herself like Micah. If she could get close she was confident she could subdue them, but his buffoonery likely wasn't enough. Even melded into the shadows she would need more of a distraction.

Vexen picked a path to their right to find a route closer, but as she did so she reached out with the Force. She could sense their minds. There was a familiar rigidity to the thinking of a programmed trooper, but she didn't start there. A simple trick, but a weighty branch would rise from the floor and throw itself at 4077’s chest

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[SIZE=9pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]All art credit for banners to FO people who made them![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]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=9pt]ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Aeron Kreelan [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Grozkalla"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]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]

[SIZE=9pt]

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[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Commander Seo’s voice would crackle out to [member="Alyce Hawke"]. She had a five second window before the shutter would close the Worldshield. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Copy that, Rogue Eight. May the Force be with you.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Down below upon Barkhesh’s plains, things were about to get reaaalll interesting between the Omega Pyre Prex and [member="Jude Falkrowe"]. Mainly because they were combating on a field of fear and well, one angry Zeison Sha typically meant some rather painful encounters.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]not [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]the good kind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Aeron had secured her diskblade at her lower back again, needing her hands free for what she was about to do next. The necessity of surprise meant that she had one chance, and only [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]one[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] chance to come in close, hard, fast and right up against her target for this to work. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Nothing like a body slam out of the blew to get the blood pumping.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In a whir, the blonde appeared just to Jude’s right, arms reaching out and the full weight of her body being thrown in an attempt to knock him on the ground. A quick jerk and twist locked and loaded the first Browncoat Kyber Dart along her wrist launcher, readying it for when she could get up close and personal and hopefully inject it along Jude’s neck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Unfortunately, someone in the Pyre had decided to crack a punk joke on Aeron, and instead of having her typical load out of smartranq, DUST, and tranquilizers, the mix had one Love Potion #9 mix in it. And it just so happened that this load out had a kyber dart full of the Elixir of Infatuation mix.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Got you.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] her gruff voice went blowing by Jude’s ear, one very athletic blonde with electric blue eyes ready to lock him down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And if her dart hit, well… things were about to get [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]REALLLL [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]interesting. [/SIZE]