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

[Hansen]

Halle Ren,
Mustafar, Orbit
Allies: First Order and Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance and Allies

Spoiler: Equipment

• Halle Ren's Battle Armour
• Anariel, Spire of Light
• F-11D Blaster Rifle

Halle's Actis-class interceptor whirs through Atmosphere, the Ren's hands fastened tightly around her flight stick and throttle from the comfortable leather-covered chair reclined back at thirty-odd degrees; extremely comfortable for the disciple. Some strange feeling had come over Halle while she was aboard some ship. This unpleasantly warm sensation had guided Halle's attention to Mustafar somebody whom she shared some kind of bond with was in distress and she would save them. The Actis-Interceptor shudders gently as it enters the volcanic planet's atmosphere, Halle with a cool composure collapses the solar panels to prevent damage to them upon entry into Mustafar's Atmosphere. "I'll have to investigate the area around the Castle." That's where the heaviest fighting was happening, in a way Halle enjoyed wearing her battle armour; It dulled Halle's sense to the living force, to the maddening sea of life which surrounded her. Fortunately, Mustafar is largely barren, a desolate ashen rock where little lived except to engage in mining operations on the surface. That and Halle is clad head-to-toe in her battle armour; Forged by First Order Armoursmiths, protective albeit yet light offering the Disciple unparalleled mobility when compared to her old Stormtrooper armour and complimenting her unpredictable and ruthless lightsaber fighting style. Halle had come alone to this volcanic world in the company of none; Alone with her solitude the Disciple's sulfuric yellow eyes watch as the ground grows closer and wider, the BB unit secured within the Interceptor's hull releases a series of concerned whistles at Halle through the craft's flight console earning her attention for a second before it comes back to the important task of guiding the Eta through the atmosphere. Halle's gut instinct leads her to believe one she would call a friend is in danger in or near the lava-spewing castle and she'd honour her commitment to this friend as readily as she'd honour her commitment to the Supreme Leader and Knights of Ren.

[member="Zmej Ren"]

 

[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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Sparkling azure eyes followed the strands of gold as they fell to the floor of the library. The act itself hurt less so than the meaning behind it. As far as physical pain, she was well reminded of the full breadth of those injuries. Jamie was a rather broken woman, both in spirit and in body. She remained seated, bloodied, exhausted. Her head lifted up as the large, armored man drew close once again, though now his features appeared darker than before. The corruption within him appeared to noticeably spread. It was a haunting sight to take in, one she would find tormenting dreams for years to come, just as Vrak had done prior. He placed the blade of daylight dangerously close to her chin, a subtle request, no, demand, for her to look upon him from where she sat, defeated. His words were self serving, a pat on his own back and an attempt to dissuade himself from believing that he was what he disbelieved. Slowly Jamie shook her head just inches above the plasma sword she had wielded against him.

"No. You are exactly that, Sith, in all but name, Castor, Knight of Ren." Her enunciation of his title came through venomously. "You stand here, in a Sith castle. You fight as a Sith. You act as a Sith."​

The girl shifted her weight beneath herself, trying to find some measure of comfort from where she lingered on the floor. Noticeable grimaces could be seen as she carefully avoided contact with the blade. The exertion forced several additional labored breaths, but she found herself able to make the adjustments. For a moment there was a pause, blue eyes falling to the injury on her hand, taking it and wrapping it partway in her shirt to try and stymie the bleeding from at least one location before returning her attention to her enemy.

"You threaten me and try to intimidate me as a Sith. To believe you are anything but is a blissful delusion. Spare me the glory speech."​

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Perhaps Mustafar would fall to the First Order. Perhaps their fleet would raze the planet like the man claimed. Perhaps they would kill anyone left on the surface. Perhaps not. Jamie was hardly a war expert, and certainly no master strategist. She was an investigator, a researcher, and a political expert. The Jedi was not there to defend the planet of Mustafar from their incursion, though she would not stand by and simply let it be. Furthermore Jamie was no front line warrior, unlike what appeared Castor was trained to become. Sure, the blonde noticed the glowing blue canister in the man's open pack, but what good would it serve her now? The man had told her he would spare her. Should she use the device it would stave him off for a brief period, perhaps even long enough to grab her lightsaber and hobble her way towards the exit. But he would undoubtedly catch her, or his comrades would. She had no idea if her ship was even still viable, or if there was a pilot. Jamie knew nothing about flying, and was in no condition to operate a shuttle even if she were qualified.

But she did have a mouth on her.

"You're weaker than a Sith. You refuse to accept what you really are."​

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle - Catacombs
Engaging: [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Other foes: [member="Taeli Raaf"] - [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Ara Ren"]

[SIZE=11pt]A grunt of dissatisfaction accompanied her attack as the Jedi parried her. There was a clash which she promptly disengaged from, taking several steps back and reestablishing her position. Upright, legs apart, blade pointed at her foe with one hand while the other was free for Force abilities.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unfortunately, her foe struck first. Instead of a clash of Lightsabers, more fire greeted her. The distance Sam had placed between the two helped her react in time and avoid certain death. She sidestepped as fast as she could manage and let out a Force Push with her free hand to redirect much of flames. It worked partially, but the raw heat singed her hair, boiled her flesh and caused her cloak to set alight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka screamed in pain, the terrible sound made when a teenage girl suffered intense burns, and tore parts of her clothing off to stop the flames from spreading. Trembling slightly, she staggered back to reengage Elpsis. She couldn’t give up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Hair dishevelled, clothing shredded and singed and ugly red burn marks appearing across her body, the Ren usually so concerned with dignity looked her foe with an utterly deranged glare. Just as the heat of the planet boosted the enemy, the Dark Side of the Castle boosted her. She’d taken punishment but she could recover. Samka unleashed a torrent of red and yellow strings from her fingertips which should encircle her Jedi opponent. A Force Drain, one of her signature moves and perhaps her single most powerful technique further boosted by the strength of the Dark Side she drew upon here. By leaching the life force of her foe, Sam aimed to rejuvenate herself at least somewhat then closed the distance once more. She could not allow her opponent the space or time to let loose another fire attack like before. They were too powerful. So she relied on rapid bladework to keep constant pressure on all sides. She stabbed and sliced at every inch of her foe's body, trying not to giving her the space to breath and respond. She could give no quarter so while her typically duelling style was patient, now it was frenzied and relentless.[/SIZE]

 

[LT-137]

Location: Mustafar, Planetside.
Sub-Location: Mensix Mining Facility - Interior Corridor.

Allies: The First Order and their Allies - [member="Rolf Amsel"]
In Vicinity: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="AR-3752"] |
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance and their Allies - Moving to Engage [member="Draco Vereen"] and soon to be Engaging [member="HK-36"]
In Vicinity: [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] |

Primary Objective: Secure the Mining Facility.
Secondary Objective: Rejoin the Strike Force.
Equipment: See Signature for Relevant Links.
Post Count: Four.

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https://youtu.be/m3zvVGJrTP8​

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It was often said, that in a duel between masters, the rare moments between the first move and the counter would be spent in sizing up the capabilities of their would-be adversaries. Though he would never be tainted by the lingering echoes of vainglory, the Stormtrooper had not come this far - and stood against all the odds when they were stacked against him - by considering himself anything less than a master of war. He was able to adapt to any battlefield, and with the right equipment in his clutches, able to defeat any foe that stood in his way. Here, in the trapped corridors of the Mining Facility, armed with an assortment of close-quarter weapons and squaring off against a broken shell of a man - his victory was all but assured.

Were he a younger man, and more headstrong than he was, Torian would’ve relished the odds and recklessly charged into his enemy’s broken arms. He would’ve triggered every trap that marred the fluted corridor and died badly, as his smoldering corpse would’ve fallen flat before his opponent’s feet. However, Torian had seen the myriad horrors of the Galaxy and had even fought alongside them as his One Sith masters had dangled his hopes and dreams before his eyes like a puppet. He knew that rushing head first into the unknown would only see more bodies littering the grated decks. How could he serve the Supreme Leader then? What good and great deed of heroism would his life purchase? The Bakuran knew that the answer would be nothing. He would die, as all men who lived violent lives must.

Unremembered and alone.

Instead of surging forward, and knowing full well that his luring jeer had been callously brushed aside, Torian had elected to ready himself for what was to come. His gauntleted fingers fanned across the breadth his modified Vibrosaw, tightening across its gore-drenched surface. The act had sent a rush of vitality through the drooling weapon, sending it’s twinned tracks whirling with an ear-bursting shriek. As the rattling chains had stilled themselves after the sudden burst of violence, his Foe’s words had replayed through his mind. Though they were nearly drowned out by the distant sounds of battle echoing from the facilities exterior, each spoken syllable had drawn the Stormtrooper’s interest.

Why, indeed, would fire care about a rock? The recollection of the man’s words alone had spurred forth an endless tirade of questions that had demanded answers. There would be a time and place for such musings. Now was the time for action. Though the Stormtrooper could reach into the skeins of reality and alter it to fulfill his desires, there was a part of him - deeply seeded in the depths of his subconscious mind that was able to recognize that something was amiss; that the broken figure standing before him was not, just simply a Mandalorian. There was something more about his stance - about his very demeanor that had sparked Torian’s mind into overdrive once again. He was touched by whatever Gods his feeble religion deemed true. The man was cursed with the powers to bend reality to his whim - and such a speculative revelation had answered so many of the questions that plagued his mind scant seconds before.

It explained why he wasn’t a mewling wretch on the floor. It explained how he was able to keep moving forward, despite the myriad of oozing wounds across his broken form. The man was a corpse - dancing to a merry tune of his iron will. The Stormtrooper had to give the man some measure of credit. If their places were swapped, in whatever alternate universe such an event had taken place, it was unlikely that he’d be able to do the same.

“What is he doing,” Torian had asked himself, breaking the sullen silence that blanketed the interior of his helmet. “Does he have a death wish?”

While he had witnessed his fair share of Godlings and their mind-numbingly vast array of ‘powers,’ the Imperial Soldier had little idea what his foe had set about doing. Was the Scion of Mandalore gathering whatever feeble reserves of energy that remained in his body to negate the pain that was wracking his armour-bound form? Hell, was he bending the very fabric of time and space to fold reality - and transport himself through the dimension void, effectively negating his allies and their best-laid plans? Torian could only guess. Whichever avenue that his foe would take, the Stormtrooper had to ensure that he was ready for whatever route the branching paths of the future they would make with one another.

Tapping the outer case of the projector lashed to his waist, and carelessly discarding the spent power cell, Torian blindly fumbled with the device before slotting a fresh energy coil home. He couldn’t risk taking his eyes of the distant Mandalorian. Hearing the subtle chime, and watching the heat-haze flare of activation envelop his armor - the Stormtrooper began to advance down the corridor slowly. He couldn’t afford to wait. With the battle raging outside, and other squads no doubt running into various pockets of rising resistance, it was foolhardy to stand near their sundered entrance and bide his time; hoping that his enemy would make a move. Thus, with his shields restored, Torian had elected to take the initiative.

Sure, he could’ve hung back and joined the rest of his squad in mowing down the Mandalorian with an overwhelming array of firepower. Eights, with his repeater alone, would’ve done the trick. Add in several more soldiers with Maser based weaponry? Not even the Alliance and their cadre of Jedi would be able to stand against the blistering hail discharged from such pitched avenues of violence. However, from the looks of his foe’s sonic-rent armor, the Stormtrooper knew that they’d be merely consigning their projected energy in futility. Even the squad-killing capability of grenades would be rendered pointless, as the wounded warrior would bend reality, casting them back from whence they came. That meant he had to get up close and personal. That meant he would have to meet his enemy in close-quarters.

That meant, the Sergeant would have the chance - as fleeting as it may be - to overpower the hulking beast before him and take his skull. Wolfishly grinning at the prospect of adding another bleached cranium to his collection, Torian stalked through the fluted corridor with his shrieking toothed cleaver at the ready.

:: Come then, Dog. Show me the fury of your misbegotten kind. ::​

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Crashing near [member="Pharazon Draken"]
ALLIES:| [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Ochre Squadron: 1 U-Wings | 2 Cobra-Class Gunships | 3 M47 Illria-Class Dropships | Troops: HBD-300 Droid Series | Mk II/H Battle Armor | BTI-HPC | VT-SDC 13 | Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades

“You’ve got this Cho. Emergency jettison the second wing and direct all power to dampeners and repulsors. I'm inbound.”

Hearing [member="Asmus Janes"] walk her through what she'd trained for - and done a few more times than she'd enjoy admitting - was a new experience while actually in the process of crashing.

Then again, that flicker of emotion was a brief moment of indulgence as the smoking U-Wing came down. It shuddered, the pilot going through the practiced motions of jettisoning the second wing. Beads of sweat mared her olive face, pupils dilated wide, eyes swirling into the bright gold of panic that those color changing irises defaulted into.

poodoo. poodoo. poodoo!

There was smoke everywhere. Dark plumes amidst the still ongoing beaches of First Order Tanks and suppressing fire. It wasn't all going to magically stop. It wasn't a training holo - no, they were still trying to finish the job the earlier round had begun.

A sudden pop and then BOOM went echoing within the cockpit, the explosive strip jettisoning the wing. All power was redirected to the dampeners and the repulsors, hoping to allow the pilot and her gun crew a sliver of hope that they could survive the ground rushing at them.

Trust the Force.

That's what Chloe had told her plenty of times. In the Force. In the Gods. Faith. It was just hard to do when one was likely to delve into that ocean of the Netherworld and beyond.

Her head went snapping forward and back as the U-Wing struck, grazing a repulsor tank and sending the U-Wing spinning. It hit dirt, but slid, the whiplash making Choli taste a bloom of metallic copper in her mouth. Blood.

The security straps held her in place. Likely saved her from flopping or crashing through the transparansteel. Her entire body stung, she likely broke a few ribs again. Stars struck behind her eyes as her helmet hit the bulkhead beside her.

When the U-Wing finally came to a stop, it had almost a surreal quality to it. Blood dripped from a cut on her temple, staining her vision red in her right eye. There was pumice and dark dirt compacted in front of her, and the spark of loose electrical wires barely registered at the edge of her hearing. A deep groan came from her, prompting a sudden coughing fit that had her spitting out pink saliva over herself.

Thumbs came up, working through the pain to try and unbuckle herself. Their faint tremble along with her adrenaline rush to get the feth out and find some protection managed to allow herself to get free. She yanked her helmet off her head, sending it scattering on the ground. Shaky legs brought her up, and she called out, "Everyone okay?!"

Her crew chief lay eerily still, a large hole in his chest charred right through. Bile rose in Choli's mouth, and she fought it, swallowed it down. There wasn't anything she could do. A sort of numbness came to her. Typically, Choli flew X-Wings. She only had to be concerned about herself -- not crew.

This crash was different.

Breathe. Just breathe. The sounds of battles and explosions continued outside. She was on a time limit. Scrambling, the pilot pressed a small button at the cuff on her wrist. Location beacon. It would at least transmit that she was alive... for now.

Up above, another U-Wing came crashing down, a little bit luckier than Choli in regards to her crew. Only one casualty out of three, the two already climbing out and moving to a defensive position.

The HBD-Droid series held a bit more luck than their organic counterparts, but there were still casualties among the slow shooting Tank snipers.

The longer they remained here, the increased risk at death. Yet they had to, one shot at a time.

The whir of another Cobra Gunship came flying over them, providing much needed cover fire. Another series of missiles and blasts from the ion canon volleyed out towards the larger vessels, while the crew used the laser turrets to try and mitigate any incoming First Order forces getting to near from the Alliance ground forces and their point positions.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

W A R S P I T E​

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Orbiting Rutan​

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Vibro flechettes, Fiolette smirked as she headed for the Hypervelocity Cannons. General [member="Suravi [/FONT][FONT='times new roman']Teigra[/FONT][/SIZE]"]'s timing couldn't have been better the Warspite still en route via hyperspace toward Rutan would be arriving soon or so she hoped. The narrowed corridors of the Warspite paved the way for the fleet admiral as she navigated them to a lift heading for one of the weapons control stations. Once in the lift she looked at the handwritten note and shook her head. The former Supreme Commander of the Galactic Republic had quite the sense of humour about her even after the fall. The blonde wondered if she would hold up just as well had the shoe been on the other foot. And then the lift opened its doors, men and women who worked the late shift were going about their business as usual. "Carry on," she told a passing crew member who seemed startled to see the fleet admiral down with the others here. Rather up, as it were considering the HVCs were forward fixed they rested near the top of the Warspite. As she approached the HVCs control stations she stopped a moment. Captain Walzer would have known the names of the men and women here by heart, and Fiolette? Well. She could only hope that she could remember them, she cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she narrowed her gaze to study the man's rank a moment, "uh Lieutenant Drysdale isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," Drysdale acknowledged as he came down from the station, "what can I do for you?"

She exhaled and drew her gaze toward the station a moment and then back to the man who now stood before her. "I'd like for you to change our ammunition to our vibro flechettes."

Puzzled the Lieutenant climbed back into his station, he stood there for a few moments silently as he looked through the ammunition aboard the Warspite. His brow rose for a moment and then his facial expression said it all before he could, "allow us forty-five to sixty seconds to have that changed, ma'am."

"Thank you," she replied graciously before turning around to head back down toward the lift.

Sometime later the fleet admiral emerged back in the CIC with a fresh cup of tea and a datapad that seemed to have her attention. Setting her cup down at the edge of the holotable where it now joined many other cups all at various levels of empty and full. Fiolette scrolled through the datapad, it was the update on the ground that she had asked for. Lieutenant Commander Galeway was on her way back up to the CIC now to hand Fio the advanced scouting report. Prior to the First Order's launch into the Mustafar Sector they had done their share of recon, along with recon of other Galactic Alliance sectors. When she had set the datapad down, Galeway had arrived. "Planet imagery now being fed live to us, troops on the ground have their holocams on. There's a facility there being shielded by a Darksky shield, and on top of that there is the World Guardian shield. FOSB ran into a shield like this before on another one of the Alliance's planets, was able to grab their scan of the shield as well. Back to the darksky, one of the boots on the ground managed to grab a scan of that as well."

"Excellent," Fiolette praised with a smile as she took the information from Galeway. "Now I see why General Teigra provided us with the flechettes."

The fleet admiral's gaze now fell to the planet's image as it moved on the holo. "They won't be able to hold out much longer I wager, and knowing the Alliance they've most likely moved forces in to intercept us, thankfully." She paused a moment, "they're anticipating known routes, however; ever since that incident with the two-seater craft near Varunda IX. We've sent patrol and stellar cartography craft out and..." Her voice trailed, "we'll emerge from hyperspace here, they're forces will be opposite our arrival, guns will be turned on us the second we emerge."

Galeway with her hands clasped behind her back picked up on the fleet admiral's train of thought, "and if the Alliance uses stealth vessels of which they are notorious for doing so, according to past encounters and their history..."

"Former Omega Protectorate, and of course... Pyre." Fiolette added as she looked about the CIC. "Ensign Farrah."

"Dispatch this to rest of the fleet, I want everyone to be in their places the moment we arrive. We can ill afford to miss our window - the men and women down on Rutan are counting on us to deliver some reinforcements."

The ensign nodded in acknowledgement and headed down toward communications to send out the encrypted message. When the ensign returned they advised the fleet admiral, "we'll emerge from hyperspace within the next few minutes." Galeway and Yvarro locked eyes for a moment, having worked together for the past few years there was something of an unspoken language between the two. There was a feeling that whatever they were thinking the Alliance would know, notorious for their scans and probes. The woman had seen how they fought from her time with the One Sith, read Cyrus Tregessars reports - experienced told her that the Alliance knew they were coming and so she anticipated that there would be a force there to engage them.

Galeway hit her communication badge first.

:: Captain Walzer, Galeway here we'll need to keep sustained fire of our missiles and HVCs on the shield, status on the fleet? ::

:: Galeway, fleet is moving according to the coordinates provided by the admiral. Why do I get the feeling we'll be at an even greater disadvantage than we already are? ::

:: We'll just have to roll with it, prepare the attack groups to lead any crafts away from the Warspite ::

:: I see, well I'm glad I'm the Captain around here - let me guess, she's there with you isn't she? ::

Fiolette smiled and nodded for Galeway to continue, proud of how far the woman had come ever since she had been assigned to the FIV Rae Sloane when they were still but a small nation. Galeway and Walzer spoke for a few moments longer there was the talk of an outright sustained sensor jam. All ships capable would begin to counter any scans or probes once they emerged from hyperspace. Attack groups were prepared to do their jobs whilst the larger vessels would aim their missiles down toward the World Guardian Shield in the hopes of punching a hole through, a hole just large enough to get a few craft through to drop boots and supplies. They'd have to tackle the Darksky problem from inside, and that's where the flotilla and several of the stronger sensor vessels would come into play to assist those on the ground with disabling the shield's generator. "All hands red alert!"

"Emerging from hyperspace, in three, two, one."

"All vessels are free to engage," Fiolette ordered as she tapped into the Warspite's internal ship communications, "Drysdale are they ready?"

"Yes ma'am! Guns are ready!"

The fleet admiral looked over her shoulder and out of the viewport, ESG 11 was now fully engaged doing exactly as their fleet admiral had ordered, the Warspite shook. Of course, they would still draw fire but that was fine, the Warspite could handle it. Attack groups emerged to engage enemy vessels while the mid-range vessels began to flood out to counter the scans and probes. The blonde watched the movements from where she stood in the CIC and then turned her attention back to the holotable. "Galeway, get down to the bridge - be ready to fire on my command, go!" Fio's heart raced she hadn't felt it beat so fast - not like this, not in since Castameer when the stakes were so high and here? They were just as high, and while the fate of the Galaxy had been saved on that day. Today? It was the fate of the First Order's men and women down on the planet.

To Galeway's credit she managed to get down to the bridge what seemed like record time, Fiolette's blue eyes watched as her ships took some rather brutal hits and other group dishing it out just as well. The reflection of the battle could be seen in her eyes in that very moment. Her concentration broken by Galeway's voice, "admiral I'm here, we're almost in position - locking assault concussion missile launchers on target now. HVC at the ready."

"You may fire when ready," Fiolette ordered as she crossed the CIC toward the viewport. She watched the missiles fly from the Warspite down toward the shield, she heard the hum of the hypervelocity cannon, loaded with General Suravi Teigra's vibro flechettes as they took their aim. The fleet admiral pictured Drysdale locking onto the target, the world guardian shield - just as her vision caught sight of baradium missiles being fired down toward the shield as well, ESG11 looked to keep Galactic Alliance forces engaged and still the Warspite shook again, and again sustaining fire from enemy forces. Fiolette's hands were out in front of her as she braced herself against the viewport. "Status report!"

Ensign Farrah ran toward the admiral, "shields still holding!"

"Drysdale!"

"Firing now!"

She watched and waited, as the HVC's chosen ammunition flew toward the shield and she saw it ripple - or swore it at the very least.

"Reloading!"

It would take ages to reload them, "where are those missiles, Galeway?"

Just as she said it, she saw them the missiles being launched again - and once more she saw another round of baradium missiles being fired. Intruder missiles as well - any and all projectiles that they could spare were being fired toward a singular spot. This repeated from the Warspite and other vessels from ESG 11, at least two more times until Ensign Farrah with a datapad in hand shouted excitedly. "World shield destabilising, in this zone!" The one spot they had been hitting repeatedly would break soon.

"Are the deployment carriers ready?"

"Yes, carriers who have not deployed their complement are ready to send their forces down to the surface as far as we can tell the Darksky is only established in one part of the planet, there is room on Rutan for us to establish our own base." Ensign Farrah reported as they continued to provide the Admiral with up to date information. Fiolette turned from the viewport and headed back to the holotable with haste.

"We can establish a base once we've gotten through to our men and women on the ground, have the flotilla been able to establish communication down on the ground yet?"

They nodded, "yes relaying information now."

"[member="FN-888"], [member="FN-4077"], this is fleet admiral Fiolette Yvarro, what's your status and are you anywhere near the Darksky shield generator? If not I ask that you promptly make your way there- I-"

A young lieutenant who had rushed toward the holotable, panted out, "we've breached the shield!"

"Launch all craft that we can spare into it now! We've got to get through before it closes!" The Warspite shuttered violently, she was not liking the abuse - perhaps far too much pampering around Dosuun had made her a lazy girl, Fiolette wondered a moment, and made haste once more for the viewport. "We're dispatching boots to the ground as well as supplies, I need you two bring down that shield now that's an order, Yvarro out."

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Location: Around Rutan - Orbit, Space​

Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]​

Allies: [member="FN-888"], [member="FN-4077"]​

Objective: Maintain fire on the shield, aid ground troops - survive. ​

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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[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]



What. The. Kark.

Aeron's world seemed to spin - quit literally- as the pair went tumbling down the rolling hillside. If it were in any other situation, a passing observation might believe that the pair were a young loving couple.

That is, until one peered a little bit closer.

As it was, the tangle of legs and limbs finally came to a stop.

Unfortunately, it was with [member="Jude Falkrowe"] getting his panicked pin on his supposed 'wife,' hovering over her in the grass and dirt as the battle kept ongoing. Although this likely depends on your point of view. Maybe Jude was totally for having the Zeison Sha under him.

The Galaxy had to throw him a bone now and then right?

"Are you fucking mad?!" Aeron yelped out, feeling the claws of the fear dig into her own mind with this sudden switch around. What the hell was going on?! She struggled under the FOSB agent, legs managing to come up between his.

"There are no bloody kids!" exasperated. But oh did she ever look so lovely laying there. Perhaps, to Jude's infatuated mind, the golden and ocher tresses seemed to frame her angular face just so. Oh, how did those blue eyes of her just seemed to pop! She had no make-up but when she was upset, oh did that bring such a flush to her cheeks and color to her lips -- such kissable...

Meanwhile, back in reality, Aeron was about to flip a schutta. UGH, you have got to be fucking kidding me -- Patience had never been one of her virtues.

So when her knee finally managed to get into position -- you bet it came swinging up.

Hard.

So much for that honeymoon.

The fear blasts coming from the staff would make it very difficult for Alliance forces to focus -- some, however, were able to work through it. Discipline and training allowing them to stand their ground. The only benefit that the staff affected both First Order troops and those of the Alliance.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Barkhesh North Plain
Objective 1: Hold the lines
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"]
Gear:, blasters, taozin amulet
Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey, and her red feat

It was amazing at times to watch those endowed with using the force to wield it. For a few moments Rekha paused the amount of effort and concentration put forth to subdue one vaderesque force user was boggling to the mind. Was that ice forming? Wow, she would admit to being amazed. And Yes Rekha liked her weapons she had an appreciation for them. How much punishment could one body take from 5 attackers?

Her own finger lay on the trigger as it shot repeatedly. This standing there and shooting her blaster, the Woebringer at him probably only tickled at some points. She felt the Thunderclap hanging there on her hip she really really wanted to fire it, but to do so in close quarters that was...then Rekha's mind began to work the problem and think about the ice forming. Thank goodness for, well Rekha did not know her name so for now she would call her Elsa.

While the others had Vader 3.5 busy she began to move out from her position into the field changing the angle that she was firing from changing up, where the ice formed she shot higher to the arm, and towards the head. Keep his attention off the growing formation around his feet. All the while holding down her fear that Taheera, Rebel and Trex were hurt.

Rekha smiled looking over to the Sith and for some reason she couldn't help but smile. She hated losing the few friends she had, and the fact that nothing seemed to stick to this guy, only made her angry. Rekha nodded, Force users spend a lot of energy using the force...Rekha did a little hop and then keeping her finger on the trigger began to run at the Sith,

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Concentrating on hitting the arm, the side...his head....

 

[Micah Talith]

R U T A N
Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened
World shield 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. | SIS Base under Darksky shield.

Allies:[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!

Enemies: | TX-130T Tank [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"] @Fiolette Yvarro

---

OUTSIDE THE BASE



"HOLY CH---" the sudden blasting of the tree sent the wood splinters flying everywhere. Yeah, disruptors were NOT nice things. They had the ability to really turn things into goop. There was a reason why they were typically outlawed in various sectors of the galaxy.

"Geezus would you put that down for feth's sake?!" there was exasperation in the Talith's voice. Not to mention annoyance.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY LEG! ITS CRUSHED!"

Oh geezus the cries that went out. Even Micah had to wince.

"KARK! MY LEG, I DON'T WANT TO END UP IN THE PLANETARY DEFENSE FORCES!"


If it had been any other situation, it would have been outright comical. Okay, it was a little funny.

"Zero, get out of here!"

Oh, wait, does this chick still think her companion can walk? Guess that leg wasn't so busted after all. Yeah, nab him Vex.

Where the hell was Allyson?!! Then again. What use would the high heeled tart be? Man, having back up would be really nice right about now. Come on Alliance, where are you???

"DON'T MOVE, JEDI!" the modulated voice increased in pitch and volume. A groan fell from Micah. Yup, female.

Why was it that people automatically assumed he was a Jedi? He wasn't part of the New Jedi Order at all and --

"Could you stop pointing that thing!? Do you realize how dangerous that thing is?"

Of course, Micah didn't realize that he was literally beside a SIS base that had already dispatched security countermeasures to combat the First Order sentries.

"Don't move!"

"Look lady, only my mum gets to tell me what to do." he added, hands coming to move by his hips in an exaggerated gesture.

Granted, that might have broken the whole request to not move.

Maybe that's why he suddenly went slamming out with the Force to try and yank the disruptor rifle from her hands-- by pulling UP, intending to have the rifle dangle a good four meters up in the air. Granted, there was still the rifle strap, so maybe that would bring her stumbling forward too.

Or make a sudden First Order marionette.



Off in the distance, the OBL-1, OBL-2, OBL-3, and OBL-4 's drones whirled, one in particular, and OBL-1 catching sight of FN-4077. It quickly registered the movement, transferring data to the nearest Hunter Drone OBL-3 about a klick away. OBL-3's typically worked by themselves, assigned to a specific unit. With the transfer of data, it adjusted it's course and began to travel towards FN-4077's position.

In less than a minute, it would arrive.


Soaring over the skies of near the base, squadrons of The S-3’s along with RC-2 Twilight Scoutships kept their eyes peeled out. Amber Eight and Eight were still tracking that Tank, yet the rest of the squadron was still out there searching for any more potential enemy assets.

[ Amber Four, we might have something here.]

[ Amber Five, copy that. ] They had to be prepared for any surprise.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits,
Enemies: All Tagged Throughout The Post- FO
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy) loaded with Neuranium Ammunition, Bobcaster (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment. A Nocur mount in battle barding.
Forces: Iron Legionnaires Drones and Droids, Mobile Weapon Platforms, Greycloaks
NPC Gear: Owlbear/Nocur Mounts with Barding and Shattergun Miniguns, Spears of Rae, Shattergun Rotary Cannons, Bobcasters, Shattergun Repeaters, Blast Staves, Mass Drivers


HK stood among the battlefield on the edge of Mining Facility's fortifications. The immediate ash flats were quiet now as the guns of clone army the defenders were facing fell silent and did not challenge the machines anymore, and with no enemy clashing upon them the droids stopped shooting as well. Still the signs and scars of battle remained upon the black soil and volcanic rock, craters and trenches carved into the soil from impacts of hyper-velocity weaponry and the clones' mortars and high powered weapons, streams and pools of magma pouring into the broken ground that bordered nearby lake and rivers of fire, and the sheer amount of bodies that now covered the approach to the facility. They stretched like dunes, littering the black ground in mostly lighter colored carcasses of FO auxiliary dotted here and there by a more darker colored remains of an assault droid soldier or its slain owlbear mount.

The droid commander saw a movement underneath outer layer of one particularly larger mound of bodies, stepping towards it, climbing the bodies of his enemies and soldiers alike HK moved couple bodies over to find a struggling barely conscious wounded clone,

"Here, another one."

The machine called out to nearby clone medics as he pulled the wounded soldier out from the carnage and grabbed him in his strong mechanical arms, unceremoniously tossing the man over to the clone medics Lusk brought over earlier when the clones started to receive high casualties.


While HK wanted to hit them hard with a small vicious team earlier to demoralize them he was not merciless, their medics were left unharassed during the siege if they stayed out of direct path of their artillery and rotary cannons, and now that the battle calmed down they would be allowed to search for survivors and evacuate them in the wake of combat.



[member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Alyce Hawke"],


HK sent out a transmission to his allies, especially now that he received news of Alyce coming in to them with more reinforcements,

"This is the Iron Knight at the Facility ashflat fortifications, FO's clone soldiers have ceased their attacks, I believe that they have broken and retreated, they may regroup and attempt another assault but they already sustained high casualties from the looks of it while our garrison only suffered from their mortar strikes. Rogue Eight, relay my report to High Command and prioritize reinforcing our troopers in the field fighting FO heading from that downed vessel. If the clones will come back I will be ready to face them once more, if not I will finish securing the facility and set out to meet the remaining FO in the field with you."


And he sent another message to [member="Draco Vereen"],

"No offense but this is more for me than you. If Faith would find out that I let you fight FO squads by yourself while I just waited around doing nothing she would probably try to get me scraped, and I do not need any more of that in my life. Either way, looks like the clones they sent stopped attacking our positions, I am heading over with some troops towards you so that we can finish this."


[member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Rexus Wenck"],

If the FO forces near their downed ship did not receive reports from Preliat, Lusk, and their troops they could probably notice that the thunderous noise of hyper-velocity guns, mortars, and multitudes of blasters and shatterguns that emanated and rolled out over the immediate area from the Mining Facility ceased, at least if they would notice such thing over the sound of their own battle. It would have been pretty clear that the first skirmish waged for the control of the Mining Facility by assault from the ashflats against its fortifications would cease, if they did receive reports from the clones they would know of what Lusk earlier claimed as high casualties among clones they received while clashing with a single squad of droids.



[member="Torian Pierce"],


Strolling back to the fortifications where the remaining assault droids that charged with him against Preliat and his clones were already standing at the ready with HK's four Greycloak guards and the reinforcements in form of Ultimatum's droids the other machine sent to HK earlier, he picked up three souvenirs from the battle, including one of the clones' commlink, just in case they would try to assault the facility once more, he wanted to have a way to contact them and try to reason, or at least stall before he could make his way back to the fortifications to lead the defenses personally.

"Everyone ready to finish securing the facility?"

The droids nodded in unison as droids would,

"Yessir."
"Yessir."

HK nodded back,

"Very well, close combat weaponry, be prepared for melee."

"Will you lead us while piloting one of the Dwarf Walkers, First Baron?"

HK paused, the Dwarf Walker in question was one of the Mag'Ladroth or whatever they were called models manufactured by Firemane and ARGH, they were less of a walker and thick powered exosuit one could ride around in,

"That is a fething amazing idea."

The droid whispered, looking over to one of the heavy suits that was walked out of the facility's confines in preparation for another possible assault upon it,

"But no, they are too slow."

He pondered a bit more,

"Although it would look rather amazing."

HK shook his head then and waved the idea off,

"No, many corridors would be too small, perhaps next time."

The droids would nod to him once more in confirmation sounding out another,

"Yessir."
"Yessir."

And their ranks re-formed as they prepared to enter the facility and help out other elements of the mines to secure the compound.


HK turned to look at one of the droid commanders who was going to take charge of the frontline defenses in his absence,

"Any reports from the engineers working on Aspis shield?"

"Yessir, they have finished the installation, it is ready to be engaged at moment's notice."

"Good, have them secure its location, if the clones will attempt another assault or mortar bombardment send me report of it immediately and engage the shield."

"Yessir."

"Alright, Machine God's blessings."


And so the assault droids, Greycloaks, and Ultimatum's mechanical militia would enter the station to make their way towards Landing Pads through which Torian and his troops entered and where Draco was currently challenging them. Their way through the compound was probably relatively quick and perhaps uneventful outside of an invader here and there, after all Rolf and his soldiers did not get that far from the landing pads before Draco intercepted them and now he was challenging Torian as well near the same location. Still the droids would split up along the way to secure more of the facility at the same time and perhaps manage to encircle the invading enemy squads here and there.
Either way, Torian would probably be able to hear sound of heavy armored footsteps coming up from behind Draco, there was no need for HK to be stealthy anymore, and Draco would receive a quick silent text message from HK on his HUD, if his HUD was still functioning,

Coming up from behind you.

The machine would manage to get close enough to the two already to see or hear them at least, not really that close to attack Torian or really intervene in the fight, but the stormtrooper would probably have a visual on HK at the end of one of the corridors behind Draco, just rounding one of the corners with a group of his droids.

"Surrender!"

HK would call out from his distance towards Torian, tossing out the remaining two souvenirs he took from the defense of the facility, bouncing off of the corridor's floor and walls as they rolled closer towards them, it would soon become apparent that they were helmets of the clone auxiliary sent to assault the main fortifications he was defending, and they still had the heads inside of them, but the look of the bloodied necks they were not decapitate by a plasma weapon but metal.

"Your allies have failed and you are alone now, surrounded! Lay down your weapon and by laws of engagement I am programmed to follow I will allow you to leave alive, unharmed!"

Of course that wasn't entirely truthful as the clones may have been fine in the end, just pulling back to get HK to move his forces elsewhere before they conducted another assault, or another FO team may have came in from a different angle to flank them or help Torian, but then again HK was never above a bit, or plenty, of lying to get his way, for some reason majority of people just assumed that droids could not lie and he often used this to his advantage.

Either way, for now all he could do was threaten and yell before he would take more time to close in on the two and actually join the fight.

"Also, do you think your encounter with me would have been enhanced if I was currently piloting a large combat exoskeleton?!"

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Vader’s Castle
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Enemies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Gear in bio – please read it

The charge didn’t work. Faulty, maybe? Aver filed the thought away for later, keeping in the wide measure. Worst came to worst she could still bring out her lightsaber and finish the job, but then she’d get questioned again so… no. Not worth it. Granted the Jedi were all busy cutting down the last of the droids and pouring into the castle behind her, but the risks involved were still too great.

He pushed forward with his hand then, and Aver forced herself not to react. Instead she skidded backwards, hit the wall with a grunt. Her HUD notified her that a couple more inches of KIG had hardened upon impact, but her back still ached. Bruises for a couple of minutes for sure.

Didn’t matter though, because the Ren was rushing in. Right hand behind her back, Aver grabbed her phrik combat knifehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/27650-czerka-fighting-knife/. Breath in, out… timing mattered, but she was fast, she came from Makashi, and she had a couple inches’ reach on her foe. Timing would be good.

The instant he raised his arms for the strike, Aver would flash forward, left hand up. Two things would happen then, in the same space of time: she’d try to stop the strike in the bud by grabbing one of his wrists, leaving him stretched and his blade useless; in stepping forward, she would bring all her considerable speed - and the resulting kinetic energy - into a clean stab at his exposed hip joint.

Now, the wonderful thing about this was, the Ren would help her do it, because he was moving towards her. The other wonderful thing was that armor was always thin at the joints to allow for flexibility, and a solid phrik blades could pierce that like butter regardless of material.

And boy, were there important bits inside. Thick, throbbing arteries, ligaments, thigh muscles, and plenty of nerves.

 

[Garett Van]

​

​

FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Surface
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.

Though Joan had yelled to Zero to leave, Zero wanted to continue with her ruse of an injured leg. In the distance she could hear the faint sound of TIE Fighters rushing towards them. It could only mean one thing reinforcements were coming. Zero started to crawl closer to the rear of the SIS that were facing Joan, if she needed to spring her trap she wanted to be in a position to do the most damage. Though only with a holdout blaster in the right hands it could be a deadly weapon. It was a waiting game for Zero, and it had three outcomes. One Joan and Zero open fire and take out the SIS. Two the exact opposite of one, and three the reinforcements show up and drive the SIS away. As Zero got closer to Joan and the SIS more noises could be heard in the distance, the sounds of heavy machinery, AT-ATs or possible AT-STs till too faint to tell even for Zero's hearing.

Still screaming in pain and writhing around on the forest floor, Zero watched intently on Joan's next move, as it would dictate if Zero would drop her ruse or spring her trap. Zero thought to herself on how great it would be to kill one of them take their security device as a trophy, it would suffice, though Zero would much rather have a GADF uniform for the trophy she would make due with what she could get here.

[member="FN-888"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle – Heading for Catacombs
[member="Taeli Raaf"] - [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
[member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Ara Ren"]

The U-Wing thrummed as it swung in towards the base of the castle. The swept-back wings came forwards to lock into landing position as the struts came down. Jacen strode towards the two pilots as the Alliance soldiers prepared themselves for the fight.

“Is this as low as you can drop me off?” he asked. There was a concentration of energy below the main structure, the Force a maelstrom around the conflict down there. This was a dark place – they should have pulled it down brick by brick.

“Can’t get any lower than this without losing the heat shields,” the pilot responded.

Jacen just nodded in reply. There was no need to say anything further. His path was clear now. As they came down one soldier slid open the side door as three men on their knees shouldered their rifles. Several bolts came out from the darkness to meet them from the droids that had been awoken from deep within the castle. Green bolts from the Alliance soldiers reached out to force the droids back. Yet the machines didn’t fall for cover. They just kept advancing and firing, accepting their losses stoically.

Jacen stepped down from the craft, no weapon in his grip. His robes lightly brushed the obsidian platform as he walked forwards. He rolled back his right shoulder as a bolt hissed past. A step to the left and another struck the ground where he had been. His right arm came up with his hand balled into a fist.

He opened it. All seven droids arrayed before them exploded outwards from the centre of the kinetic blast. Several were launched high from the platform to fall to the lava flow beneath. The others struck walls or simply arced up to come crashing down. One of them tried to right itself before two blaster bolts struck its body and ended its resistance.

Without fear Jacen marched ahead of the soldiers. They hurried after him providing cover fire for each other as they cut a path through the droids. He turned down into a narrow passageway and started to descend, picking the careful path across ancient walkways and hazardous platforms that Connor Harrison had followed minutes earlier.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Vader's Castle - Sith Catacombs
Objective: Purge stuff
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Ara Ren"]
Engaging Samka
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


Through her agility and the Force Push, Samka evaded a good deal of the attack, but the massive fireball still took its toll. Fire boiled her flesh, singed her hair and set part of her clothing alight. Elpsis did not just see that her opponent had been caught in the storm of flame, she also felt it. Viscerally. This was one of the drawbacks of being an empath.


When you inflicted pain upon someone, you felt it. Elpsis had come a long way and possessed far greater control over her empathic abilities, but there was still a backlash, for she had concentrated strongly on making the Ren hurt. It felt like red-hot needles piercing her mind. She winced in pain as she felt some of the emotions Samka must be experiencing. Taking a breath, as sweat dripped down her face and back, she shored up her mental walls.


The Ren was her enemy, so she would not relent. In that regard, she was successful at shielding her mind. However, this meant she did not press her attack, giving Samka time to launch her Force Drain assault. Sickly, malevolent tendrils of consuming energy came at Elpsis from all sides. Pain surged through her as she felt her energies being leeched and she shook under the pressure, feeling dizzy, but her Force aura kicked into action, glowing brightly.


Her free hand was raised and a sphere of glowing light white emitted from it as she dissipated the vile energies. Samka would have been able to suck out a bit of her essence before this occured. As the blonde Ren came at her like a whirlwind, a whirling dervish who seemed to be everywhere, and unleashed a barrage of stabs and slices, at the same time, Elpsis met her attack.


She was still a bit off-balance and put on the defensive, but sank into the fluid grace of the Soresu form, her main style. She parried a flurry of attacks, yielding ground and side-stepping where needed. Training and mental discipline took over, meeting the frenzied attacks with precision and finesse, for such was the strength of Soresu. Amidst the onslaught of fury, Elpsis became the eye in the storm. The Force was her companion, guiding her blade and enhancing her reflexes.


However, though her lightsabre created a wall of protection around her, it was not impregnable. Soresu could get overwhelmned by a constant thrashing and Samka's assault, though a brutal frenzy, was persistent. Pain and heat shot through Elpsis when the Ren's blade kissed her side, where the armour plating was weaker. Where it landed, there was a smell that resembled barbequed flesh. Yummy.


Hissing through gritted teeth, she absorbed some of the heat, parried another strike aside and then unleashed her power. Elpsis had been trading space for time, as Soresu did best, but made sure not to make the distance great. In that regard, she had been playing Samka's game.


The reason became obvious, when the following happened: Elpsis' attack was two-fold, for she unleashed the power of her mind upon Samka, mentalist to mentalist. Her calculation was that the injuries Samka had sustained, along with her focus on battering her opponent with her blade, would make it easier to press her will upon her mind. Elpsis' mental attack was insidious and brutal, for it took the form of an illusion. The psychic onslaught tried to press a singular image upon Samka and make it feel as realistic as possible: That she was being burnt alive to the bone and her skin was melting away before her eyes.


To spur the illusion into reality in Samka's mind, abruptly a fireball burst forth from Elpsis' free hand, the one not engaged in wielding the burning orange blade. This fireball was less big or powerful than the previous one, but still potent, and it surged towards Samka. Close distance would make it more difficult to evade.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Alyce Hawke"]
ENEMIES: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone

Asmus lost sight of the U-Wing, but he did see it lose the second wing and start to level out before it dipped below the horizon. On his tactical display it changed from active combatant to immobilised with zero Combat Effectiveness. The young Wraith Commander swore to himself. A helmet marked with many TIE shaped decals swung back and forth as he considered his options.

She had been the youngest of them and perhaps the one with the greatest potential. He didn't want to add her to that list of names he kept at the back of his mind at all times. Another blip on the display. Rogue Squadron.

“This is Wraith One to Rogues. We've been ordered not to engage to allow them to withdraw from the reactor hazard. Commander Vyn is down near their lines and no one specified cover fire being denied.”

Asmus came in low, far too low to make a run on the enemy tanks but also making himself a difficult target to engage in return. An enthusiastic gunner on one of the tanks managed to pick him out and several shots slammed into his shields and forced him to nearly graze the rocky surface taking evasive action.

His ship dipped beneath an outcrop several hundred metres away from Choli. He switched his left hand to the repulsors controlling vertical thrust. His craft emerged from behind it and he squeezed the trigger. The repeating cannon cut out an arc beyond the downer craft throwing up a shield of superheated rocks, dust and debris.

“Make tracks Vyn, my direction, heading three four by seven.”

 

[H3xle]

​

Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus janes"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Pharazon Draken"]

Order of Battle

Spoiler

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)

"Roger that Wraith One, we're coming in to extract Commander Vyn." She replied, then switched to her local frequency. "Rogue Six and Ten, on me, we are going to support Wraith One with covering Commander Vyn. Cobras, drop your droids in air assault, and provide overwatch. Illria's come in under our cover and drop your droids. Have them cover Vyn until she loads up, then get her out of here. She may need medical attention, we don't know yet."

Then she banked over and came in almost as low as Asmus had. Her shields took a few hits as gunners tracked them, but they powered through it to the area where Vyn had gone down. While Wraith hovered to provide close in support, Alyce and her support began a small orbit of the area, keeping speed up, ready to peel out and cover Choli's escape. The Cobra's hovered off of Wraith One's port side and dropped their droids in an air assault formation before ascending to optimal weapons range on the nearest enemy force. They kept weapons lock off, but ready. The Illria's came in under the ascending Cobra's and landed fully. Their droids fanned out in a circle, under orders to only fire when fire upon. The wave of super heated ash that Wraith had shot up allowed them to maneuver into position and begin to search for Choli to get her to the dropships.

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="elpsis elaris"], [member="taeli raaf"], [member="jacen voidstalker"], GA
Enemies: [member="ara ren"], [member="samka derith"]FO
Engaging: [member="connor harrison"]

The lance of fire struck the console and slagged it into a Dali impression. Sparks flew from it, but otherwise it did nothing as the surround was rock and obsidian. Even the scorch marks barely showed on the black of the rock face. Taryc took a breath and flourished her sword back into a defensive position as she felt an insistent tug at the data spike in her hand. The pull was strong, the man was drinking deeply of the dark side. She could resist it, but that would be pitting strength against strength, a fair fight as it were. She disliked fair fights when she could avoid them, and she already had pooled more energy. She focused her energy into her hand, pouring a large amount of her force strength into a very compact dot of high heat. She centered it in the data spike, which rapidly warmed in her hand. She gritted her teeth through the pain, she no longer had her gauntlet to protect her, and while her own flames wouldn't really hurt her, the heat the data spike was transferring reacted like any normal heat would.

Behind her helmet she bared her teeth in a grimace as she felt the flesh on her hand begin to blister, then melt. Still, she focused on the heat and poured it in, holding onto the data spike with all of her physical might. The data spike reached and surpassed its heat tolerance, after her own palm began to bubble around it. She let loose a primal scream and let go as the data spike turned into super heated particulate. Those pieces not fused to the flesh of her hand flew in the telekinetic pull of Connors, but it wouldn't be the data spike, nor the data that he wanted.

Taryc fell to one knee, her chest visibly rising and falling rapidly as she held her sword in one hand. The flames had turned a pure white. Her left hand was hugged to her chest, the flesh frozen in one large melted claw form. She began to pull in more energy, in case Connor or one of the others decided to push her more, but otherwise remained where she had landed in a purely defensive crouch.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle; the lower catacombs
Objectives: Secure the catacombs
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | GA
Engaging Enemy: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Others Possibly Affected: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxFR0VIbmyE

Things were getting out of hand, and they were getting out of hand quickly.

Another aura of Light was heading towards them. Either the Alliance hound-dogs had followed him down and now wanted a piece of the Dark Side pie that didn’t rightfully belong to them, or the external forces were sweeping in through all entrances they could in a last hurrah.

The cavern was crowded, and with dangerous crystal stalagmites rising amidst steaming pot-holes and debris and stalactites raining from the ceiling, mixed with the raging Force energy and weapons, it was not going to hold forever and Connor wasn’t going to die and be swallowed up by lava. Not today.

And so Connor decided it was now or never. Pieces of the data spike peppered against him, and his anger only rose. This woman was indeed a worthy foe. But one day he would make sure she paid for her interference.

It was time to protect the Ren and cut off the Alliance. It was to salvage what they could of the castle for new developments, or destroy it enough to leave a headache in repair and restoration. With a slow breath and shiver down his spine, he looked to where Ara duelled, which was the same direction as Samka.

"Bring the ceiling down. Cut them off,” he said telepathically with utter conviction.

From all the weakening of the rock from the battle above, the heat of the magma and the disturbance of their waging confrontation, Connor had been watching the debris fall and seeing it weaken, and this was the only option. Fools could spend as much time expending their energy fighting for a cause that had already been decided, but those wise enough knew when to stand back and make a decisive call.

And while many before had used such a move for attack, this was on a much grander, powerful and destructive scale to halt a battle rather than continue it.

He looked up, stepped back and reached out with his clawed hands and focused all he had into to the natural rock above them, already weakened. Accelerating the elements; fire, air and water, all to begin eroding and crumbling the structure. He chewed up the rock and tore cracks through the ceiling that snaked along the entire cavern. The room almost started to shake, and the noise rumbled louder and louder as the planet seemed to split above them.

With violent determination, he pulled and pushed the Force simultaneously to push it between the combatants and also away from him. He would bring the whole ceiling of black rock, ash and flowing streams of magma down between the Ren and their Alliance foes, burying most of the cavern, filling the entrance tunnel and covering crystals and pot-holes. Anything else above, be it droid, materials or man, would fall with the rock and debris as the toxic fumes and fiery pulp from the planet kicked out and around them all with the disturbance of the castle foundations.

Hell rained down from above.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-3WDCyfio8​

Objective: Exterminate all who stand in his way.
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]
Enemies: @Asmus James | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="HK-36"] |
Loadout: First Order Officers Uniform| First Order Officers Greatcoat| 2x VX Grenades| Riot Baton| 1x Nerve Injector| T-7 Ion Disruptor | SE-44C Blaster Pistol.

There was a certain wonderment that came when a blaster bolt hit the Mon Calamari in the eye. The large, bulbous eye was the first thing to go. It was evaporated by the super-heated pistol discharge, shrivelling into a sac. More broadly, for the amphibian, his whole face began to shrivel and contort. The moisture which infested each and every inch of muscle and tissue was drawn to the blaster, and then expelled into the warm, desolate air of Mustafar. The lieutenants face physically shrivelled, as the brilliant red bolt passed through his head, and was absorbed finally by the aliens brain, which bubbled and boiled under the heat. Within seconds, the lieutenant was slumped in the ash, head smoking from his eye socket.

Rexus stepped over the corpse, and evilly starred at the GADF cowards attempting to scramble from the wreck of the gunship. Physically, those at the front of trying to get out, recoiled at his appearance, "Y-you're a monster!" One of the gunners shrieked, oh, how cliched. "You-you can't-!"

"Can't what?" Rexus asked, kneeling beside the smoking wreck of the gunship, "Kill him?" He gestured to the Mon Calamari, "I think it's a bit too late for that. Looks like the bastards copped it." He added with a toothy grin.

"We'll never surrender to scum like you!" Another survivor screamed from the wreck, "With monsters like you, you-you'll never win!" She stammered, moving to where she could eye him from the wreck.

Rexus smirked. It was always amusing, all these platitudes and cliches. If he was going to be enjoying himself, it was time then for a smoke. The trooper reached for his greatcoat pocket, and slipped his cigarette out. He began to pat himself down as the GA troopers watched from their wreck. Some, wisely enough had made piece with the fact the trooper wouldn't let them out. Others, others were too arrogant to know otherwise. "Oh for karks sake!" Rexus snapped, "Karking lighter, where the-!?" He bellowed, before sighing, defeated. That was, until he turned back to the smoking husk of the lieutenant. Bingo.

"The light will always win over dark!" The survivor bellowed as she tried to pull herself from the gunship. "You and your evil, you won't win! The light will always triumph!"

"And with every light, there is shadow," Rexus drily replied, sliding the end of his cigarette into the Mon Calamari's skull. He could feel the brain, convulsing, and boiling at the other end, "If you Jedi-arsekissers were the good you say you are, we wouldn't be here, would we?" Rexus sardonically asked, he pulled the cigarette out. The end was smothered with a thin grey paste which had been the lieutenant's frontal lobe. But the cigarette had caught alight, and that's all that mattered. Rexus stood up, and took a drag, eyeing the angry crash survivor.

She was caught aghast, her face turned to anger, furious unadulterated rage, "You motherkarker!" She roared, tears streaming down her soot lathered face, "You're no better than the si-!"

"Do us a favour darl," Rexus began, dropping a chrome orb, and letting it roll down the small embankment made by the crash, and into the wreckage, "Hold onto that for me." Rexus turned away from the screaming and hollering as the GADF troops scrambled in vain to get out. He ignored their cries for help. Pleas for mercy. It was funny how defiance could be shattered. How the shallow facade of resolve could be so easily tempered.

"Oi, cap, we 'ave another gunship, just crashed." Twigg reported over his commlink to Rexus. The captain smirked a little, "It's just a little east from here. We're held up pretty hard here, could you-"

"It would be my pleasure." Rexus replied, beginning to walk to the crashed U-Wing. The crew of the Illiria-Dropship had been such bores. Rexus wondered what the U-wing survivors would bring.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming The Castle
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | The incoming [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Spoiler

Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] |[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"]

Gear: In signature


The violet blades expertly blocked her first jabs, the spinning blades handled with precision and skill. A raised eyebrow and appreciative smile her only response to the smooth parries.

Her master, [member="Kriel Firin"] , had been a patient dueler, a trait Ara had picked up through their daily sparring sessions. The knight valued taking the time to wear an opponent down, small slashes and feints to test defenses and slowly etch away at her opponent’s resources until powerful strikes lacked in follow-through and blocks came slower each time. Any other time, she would have enjoyed the game, taken time to watch, analyze, even engage in more banter meant to distract and garner information. With the sounds of sabers clashing echoing off the cavern walls around her, the flash of flame and light the only clues to the battles being waged behind her back, she knew that time was precious, and she would not waste it.

As her opponent moved away to avoid her sweeping arc, Ara followed, stepping forward to match the dark-haired woman’s steps back. Another slash to the upper left arm, followed quickly by a diagonal attack from the right hip across to the left torso. Moving forward with both strikes, her path either bringing her dangerously close to the spinning blades or forcing her opponent to move away.

"Bring the ceiling down. Cut them off."

Connor’s voice slid across her mind as she felt the same new signature rapidly moving towards them. The knight was not as adept at reading auras as her allies, but it was unfamiliar, signaling the arrival of reinforcements for their opponents. Time to cut them off. The trio of Ren could find their way out of the cavern later, for now, they had to survive and avoid being overwhelmed.

My pleasure.

A short and quick response sent to the disciple, another second of telepathy to connect with Samka and outline their plan even as the rock started to shake and crack above them.

Her attention returning to the woman in front of her, she swung her blade up and brought it down in a powerful arc towards her head, the final attack before she moved to disengage. A few swift steps back to dance out of range as rocks fell, slamming into the ground around her. The easy grin she’d worn throughout the battle turned grim.

”I am afraid we’ll have to settle this another time, love.” Her tone was smooth, but her eyes burned with disappointment and unsatisfied bloodlust.

Reaching up with her left hand, she mirrored Connor’s pose, fingers curled into claws. Grabbing at the reserves of power within, the Knight was dismayed to feel how thin she’d stretched herself. The dark nexus around them fed into her own abilities, Ara grabbing the rock with invisible tendrils of the force, lacing into the cracks already webbing across the ceiling of obsidian and rock. As her power wrapped around the stones and stalactites, she pulled, all of her focus on bringing the stonework crashing into the ground between the Ren and their enemies.