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

[Sarge Potteiger]

Mustafar: Vader's Castle
Just Inside Entrance
Allies: GA, [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"], [member="Ty Rellius"]

Sarge had expected Sith; he'd not anticipated a gigantic, talking bird. It fluttered in as he'd slammed the door shut behind Ty. "Droids aren't our concern." He says flatly, turning to motion to the overlapping fields of fire they'd set up. A defensive position was better than no position, but the environmental hazards of Mustafar meant they were essentially fighting a last stand simply because there was no other ground they'd be able to fight on.

Clad in olive drab armor with a polarized visor, he stood head and shoulders above the others by simple virtue of his armor. It added an extra foot and a half to his build. He was more tank than man, but they'd need that protection to survive this onslaught.

"Leave the droids to the crew served guns." A figure behind an E-Web gave a two fingered salute to Vitha.

"If any of you men have slugthrowers, and you aren't on a crewed weapon, I'd suggest preparing them now."

There was a clattering of equipment, and a few men pulled out what were likely family heirloom scatterguns, and then began slotting shells into them. It was better than nothing, honestly. "If you've got a blaster, don't waste your charge on the Sith, save it for their footsoldiers and droids. We'll handle the Devil's Rejects as best we can, but be prepared for some of them to break through the line to attack elsewhere. Expect to be a rock in a stream; stand firm, even if the current gets around you."

His helmet drops to look at Ty, even as Sarge drops a gauntlet to his own waist to grasp at a metal cylinder that'd been hanging there. "If you can fight, I'd get on your feet and make ready to. I don't have the time to watch over anyone."

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Micah Talith"] // [member="Allyson Locke"]

"Mind explaining this video?"​

The girl attached Micah's video and then hit send.

As far as talks with Incom went Kaili had yet to really get herself involved. She was going to, but there were certain other elements that kept her mind occupied elsewhere. For example, the fact that Micah had just sent a video of something she had thought to be a close-up that was exclusive to her. Her teeth gritted and grinded behind a pair off lips that were thinned out to the point where they almost turned pale.

And then from over her shoulder she heard Mr. Janes speak up.

"You. What?!" Kaili exclaimed to the entire board's surprise. Fire shot from her eyes. He was embarrassed, he knew something that Kaili did not know. Those orange eyes glowed with frustration. This entire day was not coming up her way. No, it was not. She rose from her seat and clenched her fists into tight balls trying to stave off the anger. Micah's ring helped, and as much as she wanted to punch the man she knew better than to act on it.

At least in front of her investors and board members.

"Meeting. Adjourned." The girl huffed and left the room.

A rather upset message was sent to Allyson to bundle up with her first one.

"What is your relation with Asmus Janes, and where the feth are you?"​

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="[B][COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt]Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: FO, [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Asharad Graush"][/SIZE]

Show off.

Still, she couldn't stop the slight curling of her purple-lips upwards. Slender-green legs matched Trex's pace. The roar of landing Alliance personnel and comm chatter filled up any background noise that the once quieter fields and surrounding woods had to offer.

Hand slipped down to the blaster at her hip, checking the power setting. Fully charged. Head snapped up to Trex and that shaggy mop of dark hair of his. "I know about as much as you. Reports of First Order dropships in the area. Some think a few landed in the woods not far from here. We could go ahead of the troops and scout it out. We'd be faster in a smaller group."

And more vulnerable but they'd potentially have surprise on their side. Still, she didn't like what she was sensing. The darkside pricked the presence of those who were arriving.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Approaching Vader's Castle
Allies: Relatively neutral toward the Alliance.
Enemies: All Children of the Darkness.

They could not have seen it. Not in the way he had. What drew him away from the more pacifistic operations of Mand'alor and his ilk was a vicious ripple in the force, and a cataclysmic surge of negative emotions. Alone, those anomalies could mean anything from an untimely death to the start of a heated conflict. Together, they almost certainly meant that the darkness was making its move.

For much of his adult life, Alkor had been attuned and fixated on seeking out and hunting down such phenomena. Sith and enemy Dark Jedi that threatened the Order he once belonged to became not only a lifestyle, but bordered on obsession. It was almost a reason for being. It was a darkness like that one which took Isley's life, and breathed new life into the Jen'jidai's rage.

They were not close. Isley and Alkor knew each other for less than two standard years, but the Patriarch of House Verd had readily accepted him, called him family, and showed him a life that he had been denied for so long.

This was not the same darkness, but that was inconsequential. All darkness ultimately bled together at some level. Even Alkor found days where he could not pierce the veil, even with his immense force senses. The Night was deep, vast, and its lure was strong.

It was time to rip into it and draw blood.

In the final hours of the Old Republic, a fallen Jedi named Darth Vader slaughtered hundreds of his former comrades as he descended into the black morass of the Force. He was twisted by a passionate need to save someone he loved dearly. His anger fell quickly into place, directed at the Jedi who would have had him discard her life. His hostility toward his former mentor's success drove him to hate the man, and someone he looked upon as an older brother became his most hated enemy. Such was the danger of darkness. It consumed even the best of intentions and honed them into cruel blades that cut even those who wielded them.

Those feelings lingered in this place, even now. Echoes of the tormented Anakin Skywalker as he truly became Darth Vader loomed over the ruin, and as lava floes bubbled and spat, Alkor made his way toward the causeway where several of the Pitspawn already seemed intent upon forced entry.

He had no interest in besieging an Alliance Fortification; nor was he interested in taking shots at Jedi. Alkor wanted to make the darkness feel his pain, for once.

He would make the darkness suffer.

In his left hand, a white lightsaber erupted to life.

 

[Velon Ielor]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle, Mustafar.
Post: 1
Equipment: Armor of Ren(loaned),Two Lightsabers(max length(2.5 m, dp function, phrik), GS-3 Pistol.
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] / [member="Kyrel Ren"] / [member="Castor Ren"] /[member=Antherion] / [member=Kimiko] / [member="Zmej Ren"]/ @Kaaila Voldaren / [member="Mishel Ren"] /, FO
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]; [member="Sarge Potteiger"] , GA

Thousands of years ago, Velon had once served the Jedi Order, guardians of peace in the galaxy. Now, centuries later, he stood among them as enemies, hell bent on the destruction among them.

Ever since the fall of the One Sith, the Galactic Alliance war machine had been expanding in various places across the galaxy. Whether it was the Core Region, or the Outer Rim, the Alliance seemed hellbent on having the entire galaxy fall under their false banner of peace. This was evident when they had attacked a humanitarian mission in Kaeshana. It was there that many in the galaxy had seen the true faces of the Jedi Order, and the Alliance government as a whole.

That was why many in the First Order, and it's allies fought the Galactic Alliance in Mustafar today: revenge, justice, there were many reasons as to why the First Order, and it's soldiers hated the Alliance. For Velon however, he simply so it as an opportunity to visit Darth Vader's Castle. He saw it as an opportunity to increase his knowledge on the dark-side, while at the same time, helping the Knights of Ren fight the Alliance, a win-win situation for both of them.

The former Sith Lord stood in the FIV Commination. Velon had been fortunate to be allowed to land with the First Order troops. The Anzat had made sure to carry some of his old equipment he had while he served the One Sith, as well as some he had gotten in preparation for the coming battle. They soon descended from orbit, and while the defenses were impressive, Velon and numerous other First Order Knights of Ren had landed. The Anzat then heard [member="Connor Harrison"], an old student telling the others to show no mercy. Connor wouldn't recognize him due to Velon making sure he would forget who he was, but he hoped that Connor would have a successful battle, and claim a few Jedi in the process.

As he stood there, the sounds of battle could be heard around him. For only a moment, he remembered the Sith that had fallen in Coruscant, and the Dark Jedi brethen that had fallen thousands of years ago when he had fought the Republic. The memories filled him with rage and anger, but Velon knew he had to control it. He would use his emotions to fuel him into battle.

Today, the Alliance would witness the full power of the First Order, and the dark side as a whole.

 

[Asharad Graush]

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Allies: The First Order, [member="Braith Achlys"],
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
Objective: Burn the Valley Shatter Alliance Forces.
Location: Great Temple Valley.
Equipment: Graush Dynasty Armour, Hydrastaff, X-11E

A'sharad's ship had gone largely undetected it seemed by Alliance forces. Of course however, there were other dropships that would be landing in sporadic locations across the Valley. It was a Valley after all. It would be large, and it'd be difficult to search, especially under fire, but many of the teams were linked together via communications arrays and commlinks. A'sharad however, had no care for what the common stormtrooper was doing however.

He came to kill Alliance soldiers, and their Jedi Protectors.

And that's what he would do.

Or die in the name of the War.

The only person that he knew would be landing relatively close to him was [member="Darth Prazutis"]' consort... Or wife, he didn't really know what she was, though lovers was likely the best term.

"My Lord, I can drop you off in ten seconds."

"Understood," he chimed in over their commline before he rose to his feet off of the crate he was sitting on. In the crook of his arm was his helmet, detached from his suit as he activated the ramp which caused it to begin descending from the hull of the ship. The Infiltrator came low, low enough for A'sharad to step out the ship and when he hit, something solid, used the Force to keep himself upright and balanced as he skidded across the top of one of the many temples in the vicinity.

He slowly lowered himself into a crouch to take in the sight of the clean looking valley. Green. It would be a battlefield soon, he knew, though one that hold fewer forces than the battle that would soon begin in the South. If he had time, should he succeed in his goals, he'd make sure to visit the Southern side of the planet, provided, he didn't lose another arm on this day.

The Jedi on the planet would've no doubt felt the disturbance, heard, perhaps even seen the First Order dropships that descended from the skies. They would be on the way, he knew, and by the time they got there from wherever they were hiding, it was more than likely that they'd find him at the base of the temple he was currently standing upon. It did, after all, offer a vantage point over much of the grassland.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsDPLL6KrmY​

Objective: Arrive At The Menix Mining Facility.
Location: Orbit Above Mustafar
Allies: [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | First Order Forces | Gundark Gunners
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] | @Ultimatum
Post: I
Loadout: FO-Stormtrooper Armour MK 2, 4x VX Grenades, 2x Thermal Detonators, Riot Baton, Nerve Injector, T-7 Ion Disruptor and SE-44C Blaster Pistol.

Captain Rexus Wenck walked through the cavernous hangar of the star destroyer to the atmospheric assault landers. Waiting outside of the lander, about half of the Gundark Gunners stood, meandering around "Alright lads," Rexus began, "Let's pile in." He barked. Under that order, the stormtroopers filed into the lander. Rexus followed, and as he began to climb in, the mechanical doors slowly began to close and seal. Rexus unsealed his helmet, and reached for his utility belt. He'd saved himself two cigarettes for himself. One for when they were landing, the next, for when they won.

Sergeant Dergen Twigg looked at the captain, "So this is it, isn't it?" Twigg asked. Rexus eyed the man out of the corner of his eye, a look of puzzled bemusement came on his face. He lightly slipped his cigarette from his belt, and let the roll sit in his mouth.
"Whatcha mean by that?" Rexus asked, lighting the paper roll. He then took a drag, letting smoke blow out.

"Well, this is a suicide mission." Twigg replied, "We're gonna be fully karked here." The stormtrooper replied, he was obviously a little anxious about this.

"We've been on far worse, you remember Kaeshana, right?" Rexus asked with a chuckle, "If that's the best the Alliance can give us, then they're no better than the birds on Zarnathea."

"Yeah, but this is different. We're not fighting with the main army 'ere," Twigg said, "We're fighting by ourselves 'ere. I don't like the fact that we're off securing this mining camp, I think they want rid of us."

"They?" Rexus rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell Twigg, you sound like an old bat." He said, "Look, this is going to be no different than the other battles we've fought." he then paused, "If anything, I think this is a sign that we're trusted." Rexus added with a chuckle, "Cos, we're securing a bloody important objective."

"You sure?" Twigg asked.

"Naturally," Rexus said, "The Alliance, them karkers, they're bad soldiers, and even worse shots." He said, "We're gonna roll all over them."

Twigg nodded, and sighed, leaning against the transport wall, "Got another one?" he asked, eyeing the cigarette.

"Piss off," Rexus snapped, "Go karking get your own you hopeless wanker."

 

[Samka Derith]

Allies:
[member="Castor Ren"] - [member="Ara Ren"] - [member="Zmej Ren"] - [member="Kyrel Ren"] - [member="Stardust Raxis"] - [member="Abraxas"]​

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] - [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Antherion"] - [member="Velon Ielor"]​

Enemies:
[member="Taeli Raaf"] - [member="Jamie Pyne"] - [member="Sarge Potteiger"] - [member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Liliane"] - [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]​

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] - [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] - [member="Ty Rellius"] - [member="Kimiko"]​

(Apologies if I missed anyone!)​

[SIZE=11pt]As they drew closer to the planet’s turbulent surface, Samka’s attention flickered between each of those assembled in turn, evaluating their capabilities and role to come. She paused briefly on Ara Ren, remembering meeting the street rat on Coruscant so full of anxiety. It seemed there were still lingering doubts and fears within the woman. They had to be ready, to be at their best, so she reached out to soothe Ara’s mind. This was the effects of her blossoming skill with Battle Meditation. An uplifting, warm feeling. Samka couldn’t hold it without immense concentration so it was brief but hopefully a boost of confidence her fellow Ren needed. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]You’ll be alright[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], her voice would echo in the elder woman’s mind in such a way that it might be considered imaginary. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]We’ll keep you safe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“No alternative entrances,” Samka commented as she studied the information relayed by the tiny Assassin Probes. “Except possibly an abandoned magma flow tunnel. It won’t lead directly inside but it should give a good position to breach. Any volunteers?” She asked the group as the ship began took a swerve. Without landing, the doors would open to allow Ara, Kaalia and anyone else who wished to accompany them off onto a rocky outcrop on the Castle’s side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The rest of them would head to the main entrance way. Their landing craft finally touched down on the surface of Mustafar and the collection of Dark Siders emerged with a distinctive hiss. The first thing Samka noticed about the surface of Mustafar was, naturally, the intense heat. They'd stepped out close to a magma flow and the heat emitting from it was enough to make Samka feel she was standing too close to a sun. An odd memory resurfaced for the briefest of moments. One where she’d been run up to her mother while cooking, she felt the heat and was scolded for getting too close. The memory of her childhood was brushed aside as quickly as it came.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Crawling along the castle walls and along the landing pads amassed the assassin probes deployed earlier. They’d done their first task and scouted the exterior of the fortress, now they gathered waiting to be allowed inside to complete the next stage of their mission. Sam paid the tiny machines little attention as she strode forwards, snatching a backpack of explosives from a Ren Disciple.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Do you feel that?” She asked the group as she began marching directly up to the giant Castle doors, the wind was blowing her cloak to one side while beads of sweat already made strands of hair stick to her forehead. “We’re a moment too late,” she snarled beneath her breath. She could sense them, in this wonderful shrine of darkness that was once Darth Vader’s abode were signals of the light. Disgusting. The Jedi and their ilk had swarmed the building just before they arrived. Of all the rotten luck. Pulling a small timed explosive device from the backpack, Sam attached it to the front door and took several large paces back, throwing the backpack back to its original owner in the process.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“It seems, Lord Vader’s residence has a minor pest infestation,” Samka announced loudly. “I trust we all know how to deal with vermin?” She nodded to Zmej and a few of the others among their number who were equipped precisely for this sort of attack. “Yes, you gas them.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The explosive detonated and Samka gestured for the gas grenades to be thrown. Vee Ex was an incredibly deadly, potent gas capable of killing without even the need to be breathed in. This is why they used reasonably small dosages. “Stand far back. All of you. Unless you want to die bleeding from your eyes, convulsing in a pool of your own vomit." She stood watching, hands folded from the landing platform as she watched the gas take the shape of a fog, smothering the entire Castle entryway in a blanket of death. The goal here was not to kill the defenders, Sam believed they would be too smart to stick around the moment gas canisters were thrown inside. The reasoning was twofold, firstly the Alliance and Jedi defenders would have to abandon their chosen points of defence immediately by the doors, allowing the Ren and their allies to enter unmolested. The other reason was becoming clear as well. The assassin probes had gathered their numbers for a mad dash inside the castle. Not only were they unaffected by the chemical weaponry but now they had the cover of fog to swarm inside, sheer numbers ensure that at least some would make it through to explore the Castle interior. Perhaps a few would pounce on unsuspecting defenders but they weren’t there to fight. Now inside, the droids would proceed to slowly map the entire structure for the attackers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka stood patiently for a few minutes after the last droid had disappeared into the toxic mist to ensure there was plenty of time for them to escape. As she waited, she could swear there was a figure in the fog, a familiar shape glad in black walking straight towards her…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]then he was gone once more. As though he was never there. Sam gritted her teeth, perhaps the castle was already playing tricks on them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She held out her right palm and said just one word, “Pistol?” A blaster pistol loaded with an incineration round was promptly placed in her hand by one of the others. She took aim and fired a single shot into the gas which, thanks to Mustafar’s volatile atmosphere, promptly ignited in a gigantic burst of flame.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her face broke into a satisfied smirk at the gas combusted, clearing a safe path for them from the gas and the Alliance. “Let’s see them survive that. Move,” she directed the others in a more authoritarian tone. “Rush in while we have the opportunity.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She dove into the entryway, alert for any foe who may somehow have made it past that onslaught. “You can’t defend yourselves in this place!” She yelled out to any Jedi who may be listening. “This is a fortress of the Dark Side, it was made for us! It will betray you,” she snarled dangerously and withdrew her lightsaber.[/SIZE]

 

[Ty Rellius]

Mustafar: Vader's Castle
Just Inside Entrance
Allies: GA, @Vitha Sat-thuron, [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Directly Engaging [member="Samka Derith"]


This was too perfect, and Ty… He came prepared. As the poisonous gas flowed through the doors he took off his robe and revealed his fanboy Vader replica suit costume w/ voice modulator-- really only the mask works and there is a cape! He began to walk toward the door with the audacity that he knew Darth Vader possessed before his passing. He was after all one of the few people that had seen the Dark Lord at his prime. Well seen in the loosest sense of the word, regardless he knew how to change his aura and look dark. His old Master had even taught him the force choke! An excellent party trick when paired with the costume. Ty made a point to hide his saber on the back of the belt and move straight towards his attackers.

If this doesn’t freak them out, nothing will.

Ty walked straight toward the Atrisian Pop Star look-alike wearing the darkest aura he could muster. When standing not too far from her he attempted his best force choke.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Mustafar
Allies: GA, [member="Ty Rellius"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"]

Sarge had spent more than half of his life engaged in combat of some variety or another. His best kept secret was that before he'd done wetwork for Ayden Cater, he'd served in a nascent Rebellion, working as a special forces operator for the guerilla movement. Special operations, in their case, simply meant small team action designed to inflict damage to military outposts; casualties were usually high, but the chaos it sowed was usually worth it.

He'd been on the outside of more door breaches than anyone could conceivably remember, and so the moment the entryway was blown open, he knew what was coming next - indiscriminate fire. In truth, he was wrong. They'd tried a more subtle approach. But before the smoke even cleared, he'd stepped forward, using his considerable power in the Force to throw up a barrier that would protect the immediate threshold. He watched, with surprise, as the grenades hit the barrier and bounced off.

With a grunt, he channeled the barrier downward, throwing a Force Push forward that sent the grenades bouncing back into [member="Samka Derith"] and her men, their contents billowing up in a haze. Some of it lingered near the entryway, but encased in his armor as he was, Sarge suffered no ill effects. Watching as [member="Ty Rellius"] strode forward in a ballsy display of... something, he cast his eyes upward as droids began screeching in through the now open front door.

Behind him, those not on crew served weapons aimed upward, firing into the droids as they went overhead. But the combat between droid and soldier was academic, as the flames cleared and the air cleared, the Knight of Ren would find herself facing what appeared to be Vader, and the armored figure of the Lord Protector. With a snap-hiss, a silver blade erupted from the hilt of his saber, the familiar hum of contained plasma a sound he'd not heard in some time.

"It once was a Fortress of the Dark Side." He says, modulated voice carrying easily, "Now it's just a relic of a past better left buried."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

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Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, landing on Rutan.

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Carach"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA)
Gear: 2x curved-hilt lightsabres, Nagajj, Tsaisibola[/SIZE], Armour, 2x Vibrodagger

[SIZE=10.5pt]From the side of the ship, she could hear her impromptu partner rising in his room. All of reality came into focus now that life and death was on the line. This was what she lived for; this was why they called her The Pale.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She placed the helmet over her head and clicked the hidden button on its side to lock it in place. With a gentle graze of her fingers, she touched each of her weapons, concealed or openly carried, to check that it was present and secure. The serpent that coiled around her waistline buckled expectantly at her touch. It knew what it meant when she adorned her beskar: It meant it would feed. Under the skin of her neck, she felt the white serpent coiling in reaction as well. Her children were hungry.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Minjio, ki aki. Minjio.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Under cover of their stealth field generators and guided by the advanced programming of her piloting droid, Darling, the Phasma did exactly what it was made to do: It infiltrated. Gliding through the atmosphere and into their predesignated landing zone. This was no haphazard improv, but the product of information gathered and expert planning.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Darling, upon landfall, activate blue protocols. I would rather be stranded than see this ship in enemy hands.” In reply, the droid nodded and chattered in its odd binary dialect. “Adequate.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Ophidia’s glowed hands met at the back of her hips, one clasping the other as she turned her heel to the pilot as the planet grew before them. Hills, mountains and vast plains stretched out underneath them. Darling guided the ship into a wide crevice between two steep hills. The engines would be turned off until further notice, but the stealth field would say up, as per protocol. If the ship was invaded, it would be destroyed from within, as per protocol.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Darth Ophidia waited by the ship’s main exit and entrance for Carach. Unless he stood there first. His gold mask, though scratched and dented, was something of a contrast to her own dull grey one. Only the eyeports shone like mirrors, the rest was engraved with a dark grey pattern of vines.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Are you ready?” The exit opened before them.[/SIZE]

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Mustafar: Vader's Castle
Allies: GA Forces, [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Ty Rellius"],
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"], First Order

The small crew had just barely made it beside [member="Sarge Potteiger"] near the entrance, when the front hatch blew inwards, followed closely by familiar cylindrical devices. The gas began to spread rapidly through the area and Ki instantly took action, holding a bubble of fresh air around the immediate area, hopefully keeping the lives of her allies closest to her safe, if needed.

The woman at her guard were not idle. Those armed with blasters took various forms of cover and trained their barrels towards the doors, as the two who chose blades remained at her hip, ready to defend their leader.

The move was for naught as the heavily armed Master expelled the threat before it even began. Their security posture did not lower, as Ki made the move to draw her saber-staff.

The woman took a heavy breath, keeping her eyes forward, but speaking to the man beside her,"I assume this is only the beginning?" the hiss-pop of her dual viridian blades heralded the question formally,"We got this."

Apparently one of their ranks had other plans and she could every eye around her follow the dark cloaked figure forward through the dust...waiting the inevitable response.

Saber in her right hand, the woman's left fell to her stomach, hidden beneath her personal robes. The little Kitsune/Human within kicked upwards as his mother allowed a gentle Force flow to attempt and calm the infant...

 

[Garza]

Redacted as per request.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myS5hNJiri8&t=137s​

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Kyrel merely nodded and watched [member="Samka Derith"] as the transport touched down, and the Ren made their way out. He couldn't believe it, he was finally here, This is the one thing that he had wished for all his life, from the moment he started writing his journal and began his obsession he had long to claim this place, and by the end of the day he would hopefully gain this place as his, and he shall claim it as his. He walked forward slowly stepping outside, the air was filled with ash and he felt an intense heat unlike that he ever felt before. Luckily he was not bothered by it being in his suit, besides he was too captivated by the marvelous wonder that was Vader's home.

He walked forward with the rest of the team, his photoreceptors firmly glued to the dark obsidian tower that stood right in front of them, he was still surprised that such a structure managed to survive these pasts eight centuries without collapsing, but that didn't matter as it still possessed an intimidating presence, he than reached out with the force, and than gritted his teeth angrily and clenched his fists squeezing the hilt of his saber tightly. The so called Jedi were here, they dared defiled such a sacred place with there putrid filth. They did not deserve to be here, they were not meant to be here, no not when Kyrel has been so close to achieving his prize on which he assumed was within the meditation chamber or deep within the structure, perhaps being kept in the lower levels.

He had heard their leader speaking of a second way to get inside, but Kyrel didn't speak rather preferring to not be sneaky, he only desired to claim the armor that was calling to him, and to slay the false Jedi, that dare desecrate this sacred place. He had his hand on the activation button ready to go inside, as he waited patiently. Samka and several others grabbed grenades that were filled with a deadly toxin, which lucky for Kyrel his suit was resistant to some toxins.

He waited and than as the door opened, the grenades were thrown covering the surronding area in a blanket of posiounous gas, that would kill any normal being in a matter of seconds, luckily the team leader has prepared well for this, and so many of the Brother and Sister Ren were unaffected. He looked to his ally [member="Stardust Raxis"] and gave her a nod as he kept his saber close to him. The assassin probes went inside and when they were finished going out Kyrel sprinted quickly inside using the force to give himself a burst of speed.

Upon entering inside, it was like being struck with a wave of dark euphoria, it was as if Vader never left at all, and his magnificent dark precense was still inside. This made Kyrel very excited as he had sworn he had seen Vader come out of the smoke, and than vanish quickly as if it wasn't even there. In some ways he was indeed still here, and so grinned in excitement as he thought of finding his prize.

He ran towards a corridor hoping Star wasn't far behind, he wanted to go deep within the Castle hoping to find a guarded storage room, or even the meditation chamber, he reached out through the force, and felt a pang of the darkness hit him, it was here and he would claim what was rightfully his by any means necessary. He ran quickly through the dark corridor, and saw a staircase that led downwards straight ahead. He felt anticipation swell within him, and he had hoped that none of the Jedi had followed him as he kept up on his path splitting up from the rest of the Ren.

Allies: [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Antherion"] [member="Velon Ielor"] First Order

Enemies: [member="Kimiko"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Liliane"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Ty Rellius"] Galactic Alliance

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Outside Vader's Castle, watching the show.
Allies: ---
Enemies: Knights of Ren
Directly Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]

The collision of opposing forces came more abruptly than anticipated. The use of toxins complicated things. Specifically, the burst of flames that came thereafter- the Jen'jidai had not entered the ruin yet, and he was far enough away that he got to watch the murderous scene unfold for himself. He did not to be told which side was twisted by venom.

Thanks to [member="Miss Blonde"] for outfitting the Crusaders while they were at the height of their glory days, Alkor wasted no time prying the Shotgun from his back and slamming a magazine of Sith Killer rounds into place. With all the finesse of a feral dog, he fired a spread of shots toward the malignant Knights of Ren, seeking to thin out their ranks and force them onto the defensive. Ideally, this would give the Alliance forces some time to mount a counter-offensive.

He did not need to speak. His breath was an inferno that dwarfed even Mustafar itself as he drank in the fell energies of the ancient Sith Lord.

No.

He exhaled, overpowering the immense desire to give into his own anger. The darkness was powerful here. As the woman had called out, it belonged to the Ruinous powers, and to them it would return.

If Alkor had anything to say about it, it would go back to them for good.

 

[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, World shield getting ready to deploy. Will take 25 minutes. Still under the Darksky shield.[/SIZE]

Commander Siei Nei brought his hands to rest at the small of his back. The preparations for the activation of the world shield were underway. Twenty-five more minutes and it would be fully online.

"Do we have any more data on the movements?"

"Negative, Commander, but we are advancing more scans and taking more readings."

Siei straightened his shoulders. Who knew what technology there could be.

"We have received incoming comm messages from Mustafar. From Baron @HK-36. It has been confirmed that there are First Order elements spotted on the ground. They are making way to make contact. They may need reinforcements."

"Has word been sent to Sullust?"

"We have relayed the information, but this is no less than some form of direct invasion. We are also getting pings from Asmeru. Marshal [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] has been patrolling the system with an Alliance task force."

"The war has come to our doorstep," Siei Nei murmured, taking a deep breath.

"I want our best stealth detecting scouts airbourne. Relay to Sullust that Mustafar and Asmeru have spotted First Order elements."

Another comm officer to his right added, "We have word from Barkhesh!!"

"Contact our Jedi counterparts, we may need them." the Commander ordered, sending word to [member="Maria Natalja"] and others.


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

Allyson. Allyson. THAT ALLYSON.

Oh shit.

Micah's face contorted in an amusing array of expressions, each highlighting a specific emotion. Shock, bemusement, annoyance, and then exasperations.

To top it off that was just about when his datapad gave a sudden -- and rather insistent - ring. It was a familiar tune; Nohei's.

You have got to be kidding me.

"Could you please rein those in!" Micah managed to finally use his voice, using his right hand to gesture at the girl's general direction; only to pull his hand back as it had almost brushed said cleavage.

Another insistent ring; it was at least a comm message and not a call. He very briefly read through it. Oh crap.

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

"Great, jussst great." [member="Vexen"] was not helping matters. All she was doing was just contemplating a nap. His orange eyes darted over Allyson, waving his datapad at his direction -- and trying desperately for his eyes to not fall below her chin.

"Look what you did now!" granted, let's not ignore the fact that once a snapholo was out in the holonet... it was there forever. There was no taking it back.

[member="Allyson Locke"] 's ample assets were on full public display for all to see.

Whatever would come next would have to wait, as an alarm suddenly went blaring near the city. While they were out in the wilderness, the loud klaxons were still loud enough for all to hear. It meant one thing; the WorldShield was in the process of being activated.

"What the..." Micah gave a frown, Allyson's globes seeping from his mind. Nevermind that the girl in front of him was apparently now part of SIS and would probablly know more.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Mustafar​

Posts: 2
Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], etc.
Enemies: Engaging [member="Alkor Centaris"], the Galactic Alliance
Location: Vader's Castle, Gates

Antherion smiled at the Ren's pragmatism. The sight of poison gas, spilling over the fortress, and the consequent inferno? It warmed his heart to watch. Warfare without honor, using every tool available to wreak the most violent death imaginable? This was what war should be - no prattling, no euphemistic nonsense, just the utter purity of death and perfection.

It seemed someone shared his sentiments, however.

Of all those assembled, Antherion's senses were perhaps among some of the keenest - he immediately sensed the arcs of whistling death hurling towards the assembled group of darksiders - and he immediately launched into a response. Whirling around as fast as he possibly could - not fast enough to prevent the Sith Killers from crossing far too close for comfort, yet too fast to catch sight of [member="Ty Rellius"] in the aspect of Vader - he tried to scatter them with a blast of powerful, telekinetic Force from his upthrust hand.

Naturally, the Sith Killers exploded. The already haphazard shots were driven in different directions, into one another, into the ground or the fortress walls, or they simply burst against the wave of power and dumped their shrapnel payloads on the First Order's forces.

Antherion kept his hand extended upwards, but his shielding could now only speak for himself. Inhaling the sulfurous scent of these... bomb-bullet-things, he pursed his lips. His allies would have to deal with the mitigated attack on their own.

"We should proceed inside as quickly as possible. It seems we're vulnerable out here."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Mustafar
Allies-knights of ren/ [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Stardust looked around At everyone, she was standing proud ready and steeled. She bowed her head as she uttered a simple prayer that went around her people, she raised her head as she listened to [member="Samka Derith"] as she rolled her shoulders, sadly she wasn't equipped for sneaking at all, she was equipped for a head on strike and that's how she would do so unless ordered

She felt the shuttle rock, she pulled her sabers out as she followed off beside kyrel, she stepped heavy as she looked at the door and stopped watching samka and a few others go uo, she watched as they threw gas grenades , she gave a smirl and crossed her arms, for a moment before she rolled her shoulders and got ready for this fight

She gave a nod back to kyrel, she watched the smoke clear slightly as she watched kyrel burst forward, she did the same as she ran behind him sabers activating a black and white glow as she caught up to kyrel

However the firce immediately flared up and she suddenly reached out to kyrel and pulled him toward her nearly missing the spread, it caught her left arm on the edge, the armor took the brunt but it caused her to turn a bit as she panted and drew a westar firing in the direction of [member="Alkor Centaris"], not know who it was that shot only shooting back in response

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Hold the lines, be personable.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Taheera Sollo"]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: FO, Braith Achlyshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6758-braith-achlys/http://starwarsrp.net/user/6758-braith-achlys/ Asharad Graush[/SIZE]
Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey, and her red feather outfit

She looked like anyone else really, navy blue pant with a familiar strip, the soft brown vest, black boots, long sleeved off-white shirt open at the throat, and leather holster's wrapped around her hips where she kept Thunderclap and the Woebringer. Around her throat an item that just about cost her life it might not look like much but it gave her some comfort knowing she had a bit of protection.

Force users had their own way of doing things she had seen it many many times she just liked having something that took the edge off.

The ships she was on was landing where the Alliance was gathering, a slow careful descent as reports filtered upwards. She'd be joining them before the moved out.

Invasions, war, spies...making it work. She had stayed out of things for a long time sitting pretty where she could. Sometimes you just have to get involved. Here she was involved. She sent word to the leader of their operation, Don't leave without me.

Anxious? a bit.

 

[Hansen]

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FN-888
Rutan Atmosphere, AT-AT Barge.
Allies: First Order Forces and Registered Allies.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance Forces and Registered Allies.

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Red Officer-Pauldron)
• 1x T-7 Ion Disruptor
• 1x F-11D Blaster Rifle
• 1x SE-44C Blaster Pistol
• 1x Z6 Riot Control Baton
• 1x N-20 Baradium-core thermal detonator
• 2x M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades
• 3x M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjector

The TX-130T Fighter Tank crawls forward with a quiet whisper of its' repulsors. FN-888's hands clasp the trigger grips for a beam-type laser cannon from the armed cupola. Hatch rattles softly behind the White-Armoured Officer. FN-888 pivots the gun and her body to the left, and her blue spheres scan the thick Durasteel hull of their transport searchingly for breaches with the disconcerting rattle clattering her straight teeth together. Within the lone tank's armoured hull was a small squad of Stormtroopers including the ice-cold albeit efficient FN-4077 who 888 had dubbed "Sub-Zero" or just "Zero". "Driver, get ready." Her High Imperial accent to the ears who reek of Arrogance but in truth it belied Joan's love for the First Order and the Troopers who followed her, a Love that in some cases within her company is not returned. For FN-888 had risked life and limb for the members of her old platoon; The Ironhounds and become reputed as an officer for this characteristic. Hands pull up quadnocs into lap slumping down into the seat concealed within the tank's hill, helmeted head surrounded by periscopes in the cupola. "Zero, this is Helden. When we eventually arrive at the surveillance facility we'll be dismounting and attempting an infiltration with the goal of destroying or disabling the facility's signal array after which Rancor will standby to assault the facility and destroy the signal array after we take down their communication systems." Strictly speaking, they wouldn't be alone there was probably more First Order assets in the area but she's been maintaining radio silence and stayed disconnected from Teamcomm to try and conceal their movements in anticipation of Alliance sensors and scans for radio-wave activity. That and they'd keep Iron Rancor Four on standby to provide fire support with the embarked squad from 3 Section of the Iron Rancors once they eventually reached the Surveillance outpost which was still to her knowledge a number of kilometres away from their landing zone in an attempt to maintain operational secrecy. Joan's reaches down at the belt for the slicing equipment she'd been provided with for this operation, and received some basic instruction prior to the mission on how to utilise them at a terminal once they got inside the surveillance facility.

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="FN-4077"]