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

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Liliane"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Ty Rellius"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kimiko"]​

Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Ara Ren"]​

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Gear: In signature​

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"Unfortunately, we are under strict orders to not destroy the place," Taeli sighed. If she had her way, she would have leveled this entire place to the ground, and then proceeded to bury it under magma. But Command saw some value in keeping this ancient place standing, to possibly study the Sith Lord many feared and still idolized. Normally, she would agree with command as she abhored destroying anything that had significant historical value... but if it was to deny an enemy obtaining anything useful, well she was more pragmatic then.

"Since that is the case," she continued saying to Taryc and Elpsis, "I suppose a fresh coat of paint wouldn't hurt. Red and black seem to be the motif here anyways."

She hadn't been at Kaeshana, busy elsewhere in the galaxy, but she had heard the stories of what had happened there. In her estimation though, that had been a chaotic mess and was only useful a study if one wanted to see where the war began. This would be the first true battle between the GA and its allies and the First Order.

"Keep in constant contact with the rest of the team here," she added. "If anyone feels like they have bitten off too much, call for help. We only can win this fight by standing together against these... Dark Jedi."

She refused to call them Sith or Sithlings. They weren't even close to being able to claim as such, but she wasn't about to voice that out loud... the currents shifted and she got a clear feeling of someone among the First Order heading their way. Oh Connor, this was going to be... regrettable. Still, a part to play in any conflict. She lowered herself to the floor, taking a meditative pose, and she would wait... and let Connor feel she was here.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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"War is intrinsically unpredictable. At best, we can hope to determine possibilities and probabilities. This implies a certain standard of military judgment: What is possible and what is not?"​

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility landing platform
Allies: First Order, Two Clone Platoons Commanding Directly (3 squads per, 1 medic per squad)
Enemies: GA
Equipment: M45 Rifle, Olympian Battle Armor, Beskar Knife, Crushgaunts, Force Breaker Grenades

He had little to say upon the approach. He had done it numerous times. The shuttle was split- the few Legion soldiers that could squeeze in were wedged beside the clone troopers. Preliat gave the order for them to stand. The Legion looked surprised- it wasn't FO doctrine to prepare so early prior to the drop. But it was a Mandalorian tactic- and the clones had been raised by one, they were going to fight like one. He put his medics in the back, with the automatic rifleman up front, shoving aside some newly up-armored Legionnaires. The shuttle rocked, but the clones donned in their Olympian armor stood tall. The Legionnaires in the ship took note and stood with them. They treated them like cattle lately- fodder for the glorious First Order. For all the strengths that the First Order had, Preliat considered their baseline infantryman their weakness. Preliat walked to the front, turning to face his men as they stood tall. They were strong boys. Laughed at death and ate weaker soldiers for breakfast. But not all of them would come back.

He steeled himself as the dropships impacted. The red lights shifted on- the interior lights went dark. Made less targets when the doors came down. Preliat positioned his gunners at the front, leveling their automatic weapons towards the doors. He could hear them clicking their safeties off. He did the same, holding the powerful M45 rifle of his own design, at his side. He held onto the bar above him with his left, and leveled his rifle at his side. [member="Commander Lusk"] had already been on station, when the damn comm network came up. The planet really messed with the comm assets they had here. Made it difficult to send out signals with all the terrain and the immense amount of heat waves throwing off radio signals. But he seemed to be doing alright.

The doors lowered, and the chaotic nature of warfare erupted. The gunners at the front of the shuttle erupted their guns, firing in the general direction of the enemy. Preliat assessed the situation rather quickly- Lusk was becoming quite the tactician. He did better than Preliat expected, but Preliat was going to let him entirely run the show. That would be poorly of a leader. Cohesion among all levels. Something that Preliat taught. Preliat sent two machine gun crews, taking nearly a squad out of the fight including the security elements, up to the up-hill position that Lusk had secured. They were good for a far distance- and would do as much, and maybe even more, than the snipers he was putting up there.

The Legionnaires that were on the shuttle with Preliat were astonished at the level of cohesion that Preliat's clones were producing and displaying. The rounds incoming by the GA were not going to let the shields hold out for long- but it was a good move on Lusk's part. Preliat had never been partial to using shields- he'd been more of a manuever warfare man. Defensive combat was a nuisance to him, a thing to overcome and eventually abandon- the tactic that the GA was presenting was typical of the the victims of an invasion, by an overwhelmingly superior force. Preliat staged his two platoons, into cover, and approached Lusk, low, with rifle in hand.

"It's your show today, Lusk. I got two platoons and me. Point me where I need to go. I'm at your disposal."

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Location: Sanctuary, Monastery​

Objective: Double Checking & Overseeing Loading​

Allies: Sacred Lotus & Aka'liit​

Enemies: N/A​

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Hazel had an exasperated look on her face as she watched several of the loading staff making a half-arsed effort getting all the various crates up into Seraphim's cargo bay. There was a chrous of grunts, sighs and general complaints as they moved up and down the ramp. With the pallet machines taken up by the other ships, they had to resort to manually hauling them up. Which it seemed none of them were particularly too pleased with doing. Though to be fair, Hazel wasn't particularly cheery herself. Today had meant to be a day off for her, from everything both Order duties and her independant calls. Just a whole day to relax in her quarters with Cinder, only for it to be interrupted when she had recieved an alert that the Order was being mobilized for something big.

After getting into her Battle Medic Suit, Hazel had made it a priority to find someone who could fill her in on what was going on. Eventually she had found [member="Bethany Kismet"], who had essentially relayed the chaotic mess that had been their communications. Calls from four different planets; Mustafar, Asmeru, Barkhesh, Rutan. Meaning the Order was going to end up being split between the planets to try and provide aid where they could. All Hazel could think of was the fact that for the Sacred Lotus, this was going to overshadow the events on Mandalore by a landslide. But since then, as she busied herself getting ready and overseeing the cargo loading, she had taken the time to think over the significance of the planets, why they would all suddenly be under attack.

It became quickly apparent that she recognised what it was, having witnessed similiar things in the past when her day-to-day obligations were more as a medic than a doctor. It was a declaration of war. And Hazel knew, that this was only the first and others were likely to follow.

"Stop complaining, it's not like you're going to be the ones going offworld." Hazel's words were not wrong, most of the men that were currently moving the cargo weren't going to be on the ship once it departed. They were if anything, just equally grumpy that they were all of a sudden doing this. Hazel frowned slightly when she saw a group of armored medics; ones she didn't recognise, head up the ramp.

“Everything alright on your end?”

Hazel's head almost snapped with how quickly it turned towards [member="Joza Perl"]. The woman's pink skin was the first thing that Hazel noticed. A Zeltron? Why is a there a Zeltron here? There was a slight panic in her mind, almost tripping over her own thoughts, before taking a breath and a mental step back. Remembering that she had been informed not long ago that someone else was apparently joining her at Fralideja. And it seemed said person had neglected to include specifics on who that person would be.

"As good as it can be I suppose." Her tone was straight and to the point. There was bit of her previous grumpiness in it, but it was clear she was gradually shifting into action mode. Hazel took the moment to examine Joza, noting the armor and lingering a bit longer on the weapons that were at her waist. A stark contrast to Hazel who only had various pocuhes on her belt and her medical satchel slung over her shoulder. Lastly, she looked at her face and frowned slightly. She recognized it, and yet was fairly certain she had never met her before.

"I suppose you're the person who will be joining me in Fralideja?" She reached out with a hand for the woman to shake. "The name's Hazel Zanteres."

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=18pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Atravis Sector[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Rutan System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Carach"] | Not engaging, SIS security heightened, shield getting ready to deploy. Will take 30 minutes. [/SIZE]

Alerts pings across the sector were increasing. An SIS Intel officer stood over the massive circular atrium that reviewed and combed through the encrypted details. The results were alarming.

"We've received alert calls from the Tosste Spur. First Order Ships have been identified -- the speed pings are suggesting that they are heading towards Mustafar."

Commander Siei Nei, in charge of the SIS station here on Rutan thinned his lips. Thick bushy peppered brows jutted forward.

"Command the scout fleet to distribute more of the SUREC and INCIS probes." While they were under the Darksky shield, they would be hard to detect.

He swung his steely gaze to the security officer.

"Alert the Rutan and Senali Kingdoms that we are advancing our security state." that meant that they were moving towards activating the world shield. It would take thirty minutes before it could be fully activated, but it was enough of a precaution to set the motion going.


Location: Rutan Wilderness a few klicks outside SIS Listening Post
[member="Maria Natalja"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] @Micah Talith [member="Vexen"] [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]- via holocall soon cause i'ma show you my MEAT!
Gear in sig

There were few moments in life that Micah, well was at a loss for words.

So not only did he have a massive plate of meat just practically overflowing from his plate, but also there was a girl with bazookas the size of grapefruits jiggling them right over his plate. To be fair, his eyesight seemed to be rather fixed forward, so he didn't quite register the face that came along with it. NOPE, instead, his focus had fallen to the rather mesmerizing sway of golden globes.

Well, this wasn't a tiny reptilian woman.

In that moment, the sarcastic quips that would normally fall from his mouth were momentarily frozen. His mouth worked a bit, as if trying to remember what he was going to say. Something about no more meat please.

Oh but this was a whole new version of soft, delectable meat....

Much to the hilarity that was to ensure, Micah still had his small datapad in hand. The very datapad that he was in the process of taking a snapholo of just how much meat was on his plate to his youngest sister, [member="Kaili Talith"].

Needless to say, when Micah went leaning back on his chair, the datapad managed to get a good recording of said boobs.

And perhaps even the voice.

But by then, Micah found his voice.

"Well there is always room for dessert." the Talith quipped, trying his best to try and DRAG his orange eyes from the cleavage swinging delectably in front of him.

That was when his gaze finally rose and his half-cocked grin froze.

There were several thoughts that ran through his head, most notably consolidating into one distinct word.

"Feth."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order | Sith | [member="Castor Ren"]​

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A group comprised of one [member="Jamie Pyne"], three research students, and two Alliance Fifth Legion guard had landed three days prior to the events about to unfold. Sent to the ancient tower on task to collect detailed photographs, sediment samples, and to uncover whatever lingering artifacts remained. The excursion was meant to be a five day trip. A small camp had been setup on the outskirts of the castle's western wall, while a second had been setup inside one of the smaller inner sanctum chambers. Thus far Jamie and the others had taken hundreds of photographs in effort to visually recreate the structure via electronic reconditioning once back on Sullust. Small pods contained samples of rock, sediment, and metal, each with individual labels to indicate where the sample was taken from. Aside from the rolling tides of lava and the overwhelming heat of the planet itself, thus far it had been relatively pleasant.

Still, however, after the last time she had been interrupted inspecting ancient Sith ruins by a Pureblood by the name of Vrak Nashar, she remained cognoscente of her surroundings this time around. While unsurprisingly there had been little in the way of artifacts to collect, likely due to hundreds of generations of looters, rising Sith, and other empires controlling the territory, there were a number of ancient markings that still remained along various pillars, walls, and doors that Jamie took interest in photographing with her camera. Armor was not something necessary for this assignment, and thus she had chosen more typical researchers clothing for the excursion. Light, fitted clothing with sturdy boots that offered the wearer the most in terms of air circulation, rather than protection from the warzone that Mustafar would soon become. Her lightsaber, Daylight, hung close to her left hip, never more than a reach away. One could never be too certain with these types of places. After all, the last time she visited a simple Sith tomb, a Terentatek chased her away. A day she would prefer to forget. The only other equipment the blonde had on her person was a backpack that contained small archaeological tools, two flashlights, and a flare. Hanging from her shoulder was a small piece of jewelry that she wore.

The blonde knelt down, finger dragging along the dusty surface of the floor where bootprints had been left in days long since past, preserved by the passing of time. "Alisha," The regal woman spoke into the comm. "I found a small series of footprints that lead off towards the western wall, I'm going to follow them. Relay to Onsen, have him document it in the voice records. I'll report my findings shortly." A quick acknowledgement cracked through the unencrypted communication. After all, what was the need for security on a research expedition? This wasn't some military funded assignment. Careful not to disturb the area, Jamie followed the prints further into a large, open room, likely used as a library of sorts. Deep seated inner shelves lined the outer walls, devoid of course, of any materials. However a massive arched window was seated at the far end of the wall, overlooking a swirling magma pool. The Nabooian noble wandered her way towards the sill, peering out over the twisting molten rock in awe. Mustafar, for all its' hostility, still held a bit of unique beauty to it.

 

[Kaili Talith]

There was, needless to say, a very long pause between the moment in which Kaili had gotten the message and the moment in which a response would even be able to be thought of. From the fact that her brother had just sent her what many would consider an inappropriate and creepy picture of another woman's breasts -- to his own sister no less -- to the simple fact that something about said magical dingleberries were too familiar to her.

The blonde's eyes wandered across the board room at her investors to make sure they weren't paying attention to her. Nope, still arguing the fact that they don't create weapons. So Kaili would do what most other would and took a moment to zoom in on the image to examine the image provided.

"Wait a minute." The girl exclaimed loudly in front of her investors who all seemed rather surprised. She gave them an apologetic glance and waved her hand at them to continue their bickering and they promptly did.

She pulled the hologram on her wrist close.

Was that... Allyson?

THAT WAS-

Furious fingers tapped against the hologram's surface.

"If that is who I know it is. You better pray I don't catch you anywhere around here anytime soon."​

And another to Allyson.

"Put on a jacket, please."​

[member="Allyson Locke"] // [member="Micah Talith"]​

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Location: Sanctuary, Monastery
Objective: Providing Relief Aid and Support
Allies: Sacred Lotus & Aka'liit
Enemies: N/A

Drof'del was walking regularly around the outpost, this would be a relief mission, to provide aid to citizens and soldiers alike who were in the middle of this conflict.

They were to remain neutral at all times-lets hope the warring factions stay the same to us. Drof was given an armband to wear to signify that he was helping Order of the Sacred Lotus. This was Drof's first mission where he helped provide relief to those tattered by war. He would equip his basic medkit that he was given just in case and he headed out into the Sanctuary to find his fellow vode.

He soon caught up with the others as [member="Bethany Kismet"] was briefing them on the situation
"Vode, sorry i am late-got lost"

Did he really get lost? No, he was taking in the gorgeous environment. The Monastery was awe-inspiring to say the least.
He pulled his helmet off and clipped it to his belt-revealing his young, scruffy face. He didnt take his helmet off too much while he was on the job but he wanted to take everything in.

The team was all here-helping this light-sided faction to do their work. Various medical supplies were being loaded into nearby ships for transport, all he had to do was to provide some extra muscle and do what they say. This will be interesting
"Whatever you may need, ill be on standby"
Drof gave a quick smile at everyone and stood patiently awaiting debriefing.
[member="Malok"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Briika Tor"]

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Location: Rutan Wilderness a few klicks outside SIS Listening Post

Vexen kept her head down and eyes closed inside her goggles. However both ears perked up and swivelled towards the conversation. She closed off her mind to Micah in fairly short order. She most certainly didn't need to sense what was running through his mind right now. It did remind the maturing defel wraith that not only had she not met another of her species but certainly no males.

Hearing the tone in his voices she opened her eyes and looked over. She didn't know what was going on with the datapad but she did know who that was. Kaili's girlfriend was certainly a dangerous prospect for Micah to be speaking to in that tone but he seemed to have realised his error.

Vexen only remembered that Allyson had called her doggie. The fact that she'd helped spring Micah from a cell afterwards mostly took the sting off if she felt like being fair.

"Hey Allyson," she called. Now to decide whether to continue with the plan for a nap.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Sanctuary, Monastery
Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus ([member="Malok"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"])
Enemies: None, third party
Objective: Lotus Guard/Security

This was new for him. Not that he had ever provided security to clients in the past as a hired bodyguard, but he had never gave any protection in situations like these. Typically he would offer his skills and abilities as a mercenary to either the aggressor or the defender in a warzone and get handsomely paid, but today he was doing nothing of that. Instead he and his followers of the Aka'liit would be giving protection to the Order of the Sacred Lotus as they were to indiscriminately provide medical aid to the wounded between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance. Yes, they were going to expose themselves to the hot zone of the battle, but they wouldn't be actively participating in the conflict between the two factions.

"You know me, cyar'ika," the warrior replied back to his wife as he slipped on the blue adornment on his left upper arm, something that every Faithful Mandalorian did. "Mmm, doesn't the view remind you our time on Bandomeer, Bree?" Some time ago the couple once shared a passionate getaway vacation on the planet of Bandomeer which was a memorable event for the two, and the terrain of Sanctuary reminded him of that.

With Bree in tow he made way for the Kismet which was one of the three ships they were to take to battle. The Munin did, however, felt a bit unease with lightssiders surrounding him. A Darth Carnifex once told him that Bethany had an immense aura of it, but it didn't really prove to Vilaz that she was a Jedi. He knew that a lightsider didn't always meant that they belonged to the religious sect of the Jedi Order.

"Malok, try calling me by my first name or 'sir'. I don't like being addressed as 'Lord' or stuff like that." It was one of his pet peeve's as Sole Ruler.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=13.5pt]Location: Rutan Wilderness a few klicks outside SIS Listening Post[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.5pt][member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]There was a satisfaction that came along with Micah Talith’s reaction. The Great Voice was just like every other man in this galaxy, mesmerized and reduced to nothing by a great set of “golden globes”. The man had remained silent as she piled on the meat, leaned over and finally remarked to him rather sarcastically. Where was the Great Voice now? As she leaned forward waiting for some sort of response from him, she blinked as the data pad rose and obviously snapped a holopic of the plate of meat and her bosom. Blinking rapidly she opened her mouth to protest, mostly because this was [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]a super top secret mission given to her with the promise of more cute outfits[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was suddenly at that moment the Great Voice found his voice and remarked in a very typical Micah fashion. Leaning back she folded her arms just under the white lace of her chest and chuckled. “Dessert eh? Well by the look on your face, you’ve realized this is one scoop of ice cream you’re gonna have to ask [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]your sister about[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].” Hearing Vexen, Allyson turned towards her and waved. "Hey Vex." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Feeling quite pleased with herself she felt something buzz on her wrist. The comm she wore flashed and vibrated and rather violently. This meant that Kaili was the one that had messaged her. Looking at Micah, she looked down and read the message. Red faced, she looked at Micah and quickly, she placed both of her hands on the table and unaware (this time) leaned back over the table. “Did you send her that picture?!” Allyson leaned back frantically which caused some sway action as she quickly responded to Kaili.[/SIZE]

But, its for work...​

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="[COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt]Rebel Sunka"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO, [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Asharad Graush"] - no PC vs PC yet[/SIZE]

The healer-empath could feel this shift in emotions like a building storm on the horizon with downdrafts of anger and updrafts of nerves mixed with hardened indifference. Myrtle-ellipses finally cracked open as the wind whipped strands of chestnut hair around her tattooed-green cheeks. Her clone's lightsaber hilt remained clipped at her side along with her staff. A standard-healer pack slung over her back.

Booted-feet shifted on the soil and grass as her gaze swept across the Alliance personnel, looking for that familiar face of the man, no teenager, she shared a nerf-burger with. A ghost of someone else threatened to surface and eclipse her memories from another time of war on another planet a long time ago. No, no, she needed to focus on the now.

Fingers found her comm. "Trex, you surface side yet?"

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Barkesh North
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
Enemies: [member="Braith Achlys"], [member="Asharad Graush"]. Intend to duel Braith.
Gear: Phrik armour, bolter, magnetic revolver, sonic pistol, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, wrist flamer, lightsabre, Seraph shield.


It was the calm before the storm. Maybe even in a literal sense - or not. The jury was still out. The saying was more than a little cliched, but it nonetheless had its place. If Kaida had been here with a company of Angelii, the brief interval would have been spent with prayers to the Great Goddess Ashira. The unit's Chaplain would have beseeched Ashira and Valora, Goddess of War and Honour, to guide their warriors, to give them victory and to grant those battle sisters who fell in combat entrance into Asur.


However, this was not the case here. Being a not so secret atheist, Kaida appreciated the lack of prattling about an imaginary sky deity. Blue eyes fell upon the holopic of [member="Coryth Elaris"], which she'd been holding in her gauntlet covered fingers, allowing herself a brief moment of sentimentality before she put it away.


For a moment, her thoughts drifted to Elpsis, her sort of but not really stepdaughter, who was on Mustafar. The girl was annoying, undisciplined and her pagan superstitions were absurd, but the Seraph still hoped she didn't do anything stupid and get her limbs blown off.


Her eyes fell upon the perimeter defences the Galactic Alliance and their allies had set up at the base. Kaida was too antisocial to initiate small talk with any of the stalwart soldiers, Jedi and so on and so forth. Her features hardened, becoming as rigid as stone and she slipped on her helmet. For an Eldorai, after Kaeshana, this was just another battle. No, this was personal. "Remember Kaeshana," she said quietly to herself, her voice as harsh as an icy glacier.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
25 Minutes until World Shield is up.

• Aeron Kreelan - OP prex, ground commander at base
• [member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base
• [member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner
• [member="Jorus Merrill"] - flying nearby all
• [member="Dax Fyre"] - Inbound on the Azalea to take some names!
• [member="Alyce Hawke"] - Flying all stealth like

ENEMIES: First Order

• [member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; inbound on a dropship
• [member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; inbound on a dropship
• [member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; inbound on a dropship

Aeron was in the middle of reviewing a holoarray, hands curling around the cool metal. Fingers tapped a short beat, her electric blue eyes reviewing the incoming streams of decrypted data.

A beep in her earwig brought in a message.

[ Prex Kreelan, this is Jorus Merrill. I'm on air cover and recon in a Y-wing fighter-bomber with telesponder 'Riot Shield'. Alyce Hawke is also in the air with a snubfighter. Prex, I'm seeing reentry contrails. I'm betting we're about to see dropships and TIEs in this area. Does your base have the sensor guts to give us any more detail? ]

"Gorram it," the curse went ripping out of her mouth, the muscles in her jaw flexing. Pushing herself up to her full height, the Omega Pyre Prex brought her hand up, snapping them to get the attention from one of the GADF Sensor and Security officers.

"Run a full scan, get me everything you can get on whatever could be coming our way." With the heightened sensors, a few seconds of readings managed to pick up courtesy information. Some sort of shuttles; and not GADF or Pyre's own.

Pressing a finger to her ear, Aeron replied back to [member="Jorus Merrill"], [ Looking to be at least a few shuttles, can't get you the type, but we are working on it.]

If Rogue squadron was in the air scouting with [member="Alyce Hawke"], perhaps they might be able to get a closer look. If they were flying silent, however, that could potentially reveal them.

[ I have eyes in the air, I'll see what I can do to get you more details.]

Michael's voice popped into the comm after that; a rather broody [ I am here. ]

[ Here doesn't really tell me where Sardun. ] Aeron replied back, already delegating GADF and Omega Pyre forces to cover strategic areas of the base. The planetary shield generator along with other hardened points. [ We got uninvited guests.]

"Get another squadron in the air. " they had to get some air superiority for not only eyes, but protection for whatever might come.

She still had to meet up with the inbound freighter ([member="Dax Fyre"]) to see how they could coordinate.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]

Location: Rebel Base.

“Look up,” came Trextan's voice. She would likely be able to hear it being spoken through a smile. Above her the U-Wing swung in towards a spare pad, its slender wings sweeping forwards to lock into position for landing. Through the open side door he gave a mock salute. The green clone was quite easy to spot in the bright sun.

The teenage predilection towards showing off had him drop out a good ten metres before it touched down, the Force cushioning his fall. He marched across the pad with a determined pace.

“I was out for a walk to clear my head,” he explained. “I need to get my gear and men,” he added with a nod as he approached. He kept walking across the base stepping quickly to avoid another sled of pilots.

Trextan cast his eyes over Taheera. She looked as if she was ready for a fight and not medical duty despite the healer's pack. In some ways he knew she was less certain about who she was than he. At least recent experiences had galvanised his resolve towards working with the Jedi Order.

Looking up he saw his unit, The Scarred, milling about the entrance to a bunker. They had all lost a great deal on Kaeshana. They had their eyes burned out by Ludolf Vaas’ men, his arm had been cut off by one of the Ren. Now they were, together, inseparable. Wherever the Justicars sent Trextan, they came too.

“They didn't tell me much, First Order fleet spotted approaching Mustafar and more hyperspace signals all across the Sector?”

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Barkesh, Orbit
Objective: Assist GA in defenfing Barkesh South (GA ALLY)
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Grozkalla"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Koshka Scalvez"], [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
Gear: Non-descript saber, Selka Ventus' Lightsaber, Assassin Pistol, Omega Blade, Fading Cloak
Forces: 80 ORC Marines

"Commander, the Azalea has been given clearance to land at the Alliance base. If we go in, we may not come back out for a while. They're powering up the World Shield." came a voice over the comms.
"Bring her in. Land where you can, get armaments. If you can't get out, provide fire support. May as well be of some use while we're here." the Rogue said as shuttle swooped in to the hanger of the Aliiance base. As the doors slid open the man was greeted by multiple blasters pointed at him and his men, who in turn raised their own weapon, clicks and whirs as the blasters were prepped to go hot. Shouldn't have been much surprise, given that the shuttles were stolen One Sith assets. Still, he'd expected the soldiers to know of their arrival. Somewhere behind the mass of Alliance troopers an officer called for everyone stand down. It wasn't until the Alliance troops had lowered their weapons that the ORC marines did as well.

Quickly the men disembarked, Halzyn following close behind his commander. From another vessel strode out a grey skinned beauty, garbed for war. Close behind her followed another Kuskuri, not unlike the one that trailed Dax. "Kirie." she said with a nod, 'my lord'. The two canines yipped in acknowledgment of each other before turning outwards to face the unknown presences that surrounded them. The sightless dogs barked and snapped at those who grew too near, a mental calm sent out by their masters the only thing keeping them from tearing the throats out of a couple troopers.

One of the officers, presumably the one who had called for the Alliance troops to stand down, quickly ushered the trio into the base, "How did you guys get here so fast? Our early warning systems only just went off." he asked as he took them towards the area within which stood Aeron, issuing her orders.
"ORC may be a formal government now, but at out core, we're still just a bunch of people in the Underground with eyes and ears everywhere." That answer would have to be enough as the doors slid open to reveal the bustling command center, the blonde haired woman within ordering to get fighters into the air. "Where do you need us?" the Rogue asked, grabbing for the woman's attention, if only for a brief moment. "I've got an anti-fighter frigate landing with arms and eighty marines eager to kick those stormies back to what ever planet they jumped from." He pulled off the skeletal mask as he finished speaking, revealing the stern face beneath it. Gone was the light-hearted glint in the eye and the smiling, mischievous face. What sat there now was the look of a man on a war path.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Allies: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Zmej Ren"], The First Order / Sith [RISEN EMPIRE / ASCENDACY ALLY]
Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Jamie Pyne"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], The Galactic Alliance / Jedi
Posts: 1
Location: Vader's Castle, exterior

Antherion had very little in the way of battle armor. Given his immobility, it would be of little use to him anyways - his only armor, his only weapon, the only thing he needed was the Force. That being said, in the storm of fire and gunfire, armor would have been welcome.

Then again, he had armor. Armor made of meat. He stuck to the middle of his allies, seemingly weaponless, borne aloft by one of his hoverchairs - this one was minimalist, lightweight, mobile, designed for usage in high-stress situations. His hands were crossed meditatively in his lap, and he wore a plain, shadowsilk tunic. Wrapped around his upper left arm was a First Order armband, to leave no doubts as to his allegiance.

"We need to keep together to break through the outer defenses... but afterwards, we can move apart to purge them. They are a flickering light, believing themselves strong because the wrapped themselves in the power of the Sith."

The knowledge he sought would be his, make no mistake. Vader... The greatest traitor they had ever known. Yet more than that, the man's life had been documented in multiple, conflicting ways. He would find truth in the origins of he who was once the power of the darkness, and the secrets of his might.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

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BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition

• [member="Aeron Kreelan"] - OP prex, ground commander at base
• [member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base
• [member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner
• [member="Jorus Merrill"] - flying nearby

ENEMIES: First Order

• [member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; inbound on a dropship
• [member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; inbound on a dropship
• [member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; inbound on a dropship

NPC Forces:
Nature Lovers
2d Brigade, Wilderness Fighters


An aide burst into the briefing room. "General Grozkalla, multiple shuttles inbound, base is on high alert!"

A figure stood against a holoscreen, back to the aide. Immensely tall, with shaggy, dark fur. A double bandolier and a blast vest were his only clothes. The Wookiee swung around, revealing a face that had been horribly burned. One half of his face looked like melted wax and umber fur and it was immediately apparent that he was missing one eye.

He wore a translator around his neck.

The Wookiee rumbled a series of incomprehensible words that the translator processed quickly. The translator's basic settings had been set for core worlds. Grozkalla "Madclaw"'s guttural words came out in the nasally tones of a core worlder from the translator's speech box. <Finally! Let them come. By the might of the wroshyr, we will give them blood and vinegar.>

"Orders, General?"

<Mobilize the brigade to duty stations.>

Soon soldiers came streaming out of the barracks, many of them half-dressed struggling to put on their forest camis. The soldiers came in every shape, size, and species imaginable, from Zabrak to Sullustan and everything in between.

Grozkalla stood outside the base, VT carbine slung over one shoulder, ryyk blade on his hip, arms crossed. The officers of the battalions and companies were gathered before him. <Dorn, Herf, and Leth companies have the anti-air. Shoot down those dropships.>

"Sir, Herf company was issued outdated PLEX rockets."

<Do they shoot or don't they?>

"They do, sir."

<Then by the mighty wroshyr you will see them shoot, Captain. Remember! Bombad General Merrill is watching today. We will prove we are an effective fighting force, gentle beings. Major Anders, what is the state of our artillery?>

"The mobile mortar systems are ready, sir."

<Tiptop, then let us give them a thundering welcome..>

The brigade fanned out, taking up defensive positions in the trenches and pillboxes, while the majority of 3d battalion stood in reserve, hidden in the forest.

Moments later, dropships appeared on the horizon. The anti-air platoons of Dorn, Herf, and Leth opened fire on them as soon as they were in range, guided rockets streaking through the air toward the targets.

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

Location: Barkesh North
Objective: Start the patrol
Allies: ORC, GA, [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Braith Achlys"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Gear: Corek Custom Vibro-Blade No.1
Forces: 12 GA Troopers, 1 Jedi Knight

Tsuki trudged along silently, twirling the vibroblade in her hand. If this was the life of a Jedi Knight, aimlessly wandering the woods looking for enemies that would never come, she'd definitely chosen the wrong profession. Suddenly, the girl looked up, a quiet distant whine steadily growing louder. The others had looked up as well, looking into the sky. "What is that?" the girl asked.
"Trouble," said the Knight, "get down." The troopers hurried towards the many trees and boulders that littered the area, all hiding behind whatever they could. Tsuki dove behind a short rock, back to the cool surface. The whine continued to grow. Into a screech, and then to a deafening scream. Fighters zoomed over them, flashes of dark metal through the green canopy of trees. The others watched carefully, Tsuki's own eyes following the unknown craft. Finally the infernal noise began to fade away, but still, they all stood silent and unmoving. Several minutes later the trooper leading the patrol spoke, "We've gotta radio in to command." Tsuki let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Were those First Order ships?" A nearby soldier told her yes. The communications officer began to speak into his comm unit. "Mark our co-ordinates, First Order ships have been spotted heading North. Should we pursue?"
'Hell yeah, we're pursuing'
Tsuki turned and ran in the direction of the screaming vessels. "Tsuki! Someone grab her before she gets herself killed!"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Barkhesh.

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

Objective: None for now.

"I know you can't sleep at night without knowing where I am, Kreelan." Sardun retorted with a dry tone, while weaving his way through the crowd and heading towards the hangar bays. It still surprised him how well they managed to work together in a battle, Kaeshana had shown that.

Many tanks had been destroyed that day, much armies wrecked and vanquished.

It hadn't won them the day, but in the end it had only strengthened their resolve.

"To put your mind at ease - I am heading for the hangar bays, as previously stated." The crowd thinned out and the Jedi left the hall behind him, in its stead were corridors and hallways. Which eventually turned into a lift, which went up and up and up and up, before finally reaching the level of the bays.

It was a good thing he had studied the blueprint of the base the day he had been stationed here.

Otherwise this would have been far more annoying.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Micah Talith"]

Objective: TBD

Asmus was bored. He was here with one of the Incom team as a spokesperson as much as anything else. A war hero who could wear a sharp suit and speak confidently in front of a crowd. Truthfully once he has realised there were no weapon programmes involved he'd lost interest himself.

As she spoke he'd rather rudely walked towards the table of caf at the back of the room. At least it was good caf. As he turned with a fresh steaming mug something caught his interest.

The view on the Kaili's datapad had his eyebrow arching high. He canted his head to one side, there was something familiar...

"I think i know this film..." He started to say in a cheeky tone before the view panned up to the face. "Oh!." He did know that view. With cheeks flushed he accelerated back towards his chair before Kaili could stop him.