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

Anika Nygaard

A Jedi with a new Cause..
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Current Location: Aboard The Kismet
Objective: Lotus Guard/ Medical aid
Allies: Aka'liit / The Sacred Lotus
Enemies (in her sight) : The Knight of Ren
Anika watched as ship came in over top of Monastery. This couldn't have gotten any more real than it was right now. It probably would, but she would take on whatever was thrown her way. Anika had dealt with many different types of force users over the years, getting stuck in various time periods. She had experienced the Clone Wars and knew very well what had happened. Her story is complicated and one for another time, but let's just say that time capsules were involved.

Anyway, Anika found her way to the Kismet and boarded. She saw a few people. Some were somewhat familiar but known that she could put a name to.. though listening to the conversations going on around her, there were two ladies standing not far away. One was [member="Joza Perl"], the other [member="Hazel Zanteres"] as they introduced themselves to each other. Anika sat down in one of the seats and looked across to see @Electroheart. He seemed pretty chill at the moment, but she wondered how he would be in battle. She gave a nod in respect to him, acknowledging the fact that she knew he was there.

It had been quite a while since she had last been on Mustafar. The heat was a little much for her, but she took the good with the bad. After they finally left the planet Anika was getting ready, thinking about what she was going to do. To other's she may have seemed a little too calm. She was sitting completely still on the way over. If she was moving, she was ok, if she was sitting completely still, someone had better worry. Anika had a thought process going and she knew exactly where she was headed for. Something called to her. Ani didn't know what it was, but she had to find out.

Once they landed on Mustafar, there was an odd coolness over the blistering heat. She followed it. It was said that she had been born with elements of the dark side, but she did her best to travel more to the Light. With who she had become though, she was more in the middle than anything. She couldn't necessarily bring herself to go all the way dark but there was a time when she had been all the way Light and it was not what she had been destined for. She held a Darker Path through her force abilities. Anika followed her sense until she found a large castle. She had recognized it to be that of Darth Vader. Curiosity taking over her mind, she completely hid herself through the force as she found ways to get into the castle.

​Finding a back entrance, she opened the door and walked in. The servants' hallways had obviously not been touched in years. They were so dusty and yet so old all at the same time. She walked and walked for what felt like miles, until she found one door where the cold from earlier seemed to be pulling her towards. It seemed that no one had done much planning with this staircase.. it was probably an exit in case they needed to get out quickly.. either way, she opened the door and there were two staircases that merged together into one. Going forward, the darkness seemed to get stronger. With some of her abilities already being put into play, she was able to make it through to see an old Temple that had been there for what seemed forever. Standing in awe for a few seconds, the sound of mechanical breathing came over her.

She couldn't tell where it was coming from as it seemed to surround her. Growing more and more curious she ventured further towards the Temple until she reached it. As she got closer, the cold grew colder and she noticed that there was already an open door. Light footsteps moved towards the doorway. Pulling the lightsabers off of her belt, she readied herself as she stood in the doorway, watching as the Knight of Ren, [member="Kyrel Ren"] and his friend, [member="Stardust Raxis"] decided that they were going to take down Palpatine and Darth Vader. They were obviously the droids, but those droids were good. They were definitely hard to tell from the person.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Hal Terrano"]
 
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Mining Outpost Attack​
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] @Ultimatum​
Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"], Any FO in vicinity​
Objective: Begin Shelling, Prep for Assault on Mining Facility​
It had been fully setup- the GA had allowed them to setup an entire linear defense. It would be hard-fought and ill-advised for the GA to now come on the offensive, or even mount a counter-attack. They had established a CCP, had a comm network setup, and most importantly- a mortar section. Preliat waved his hand across, and then tapped his wrist twice, before making a puffing motion with his hands. The mortar teams swirled, pulling their rounds out and adjusting them with a small tool. They were switching to airburst rounds- meaning that the infantry that they had setup on the defense line would begin to have a very bad time. Preliat looked at his timepiece, then raised it up, and tapped it three times. Three minutes of constant shelling- on a fixed position. They knew where they were. The first shells were going to be targeting rounds- adjustment fires. Preliat turned back, and prepped the three platoons for the assault. He ran over to the machine gun positions, who were informed to begin a heavy volume of suppression after a minute and a half of suppression from the mortar rounds. After the mortars had met their timeline, they would push forward with the rifleman.

He began to sweat and have a slight shake in his left arm. He was feeling the effects of the adrenaline.

He turned and waved over to [member="Commander Lusk"], signalling him to prepare his men for the assault as well. His crushgaunts gripped the rifle tightly, before he heard the first thunk- the mortars began to fire off, raining death and fire towards the enemy- and the first rounds, happened to be on target. Lusk had trained his mortarmen well. The airburst exploded, and would send shrapnel and concussive force over the mining facility's protective lines- right above their heads. It was hard to defend against overhead fire. Their frontal defenses could withstand a lot, but unless they were specifically crafted to withstand airburst rounds- which, Preliat, doubted that they were. The droids may survive well, but the sheer amount of explosives that were going to rain down on them in such a short amount of time from the well-trained gun crews was going to be hellish, to say the least.

Preliat smiled under his helmet.
 
[member="Allyson Locke"] // [member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Micah Talith"]

“What, Asmus?” Kaili hissed over her shoulder while on her approach for the elevator. “Are you going to send me images of my girlfriend’s body as well or is that just a moronic brother thing?”

Her hand reached out to press the button on the side panel by the elevator doors. A quick ping echoed down the empty hallway and the girl threw a quick glance out the window to look out across the many islands that dotted Borleias’ landscape. It all seemed so small from up here. This conference room had been chosen for the view, Kaili would not lie about that. She would much rather have a boring meeting with a great view than anything else, and to nobody’s surprise she did not consider a holovid of her girlfriend’s ‘sandbags’ much of a pleasing view when sent in a message from her brother.

And to think this meeting had been a long time coming. The girl ran a hand through her hair and let out a deep sigh.

“I just walked out on Incom.” She punched the wall. “Feth.”

“Stupidfethingtemper. StupidfethingMicah. Stupidfething-” Kaili was cut by both the sound of an elevator arriving as well as her HoloPad. She brought the message out from her wrist projector to read. Free hand moved up to press the button to get them to the bottom floor.

“... Rutan? Stay where it is safe?” She gave Asmus a brief look as if she hoped he had the answers she needed. “What?”

And in the middle of it all she couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t get an actual answer to her question about Asmus. The girl shook her head and sent a prompt reply back at Allyson.

“No.”

It didn’t make any sense. What was Allyson doing on Rutan wearing a barely-clothed servant’s outfit?

“How do you know Allyson?” Kaili asked Asmus himself instead. “It’s a long story, I hear.”
 
Rutan.

Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, en route to Rutan.
Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order,
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA).

He had already been there.

A silent figure staring at the durasteel of the ramp in expecting patience.

There had been little reason to dally and observe the planet from the view port. Not when they would be standing on its surface in little to no time, not when their objective was clear and their goals noted. No, the distraction was not of interest for Carach. There were no weapons on his body, save the curious form of a saber hanging lonely from his belt. Ophidia had not been there for it... for the beginnings of the One Sith and their conquest of the Core, but perhaps she heard tales of this particular saber - it was a Forcesaber and more specifically the same saber Daella once had used.

The First Apprentice to the Dark Lord himself.

The betrayer, who had turned on the Dark Lord and killed him the first time, before being executed herself by the combined presence of the Voices and Hands of the Dark Lord. Those who foresaw that internal strife and fights would only cause further collapse to the Empire. Not something any of them were interested in, just when they were approaching the moment of their glory.

"Always." The words hummed in heavy silence.

And Lord Carach took the first few steps out of the dark cargo bay, instead letting the light of Rutan flash past him. Two hills between them and the Sith closed his eyes for a moment.

In the Force everything became clear.

The path opened itself for them.
 

Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Barkhesh.

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

Objective: None for now.

Sardun's only response was a heavy snort.

At least for the moment. Already the hangars were flashing up in the distance - now was the time to make sense of the illogical coding and branding used to distinguish the various bays from each other. It would probably have been more obvious to him, if he had spend time studying them for a while. But instead the Jedi Master had to go stare at the signs for a few precious half-minutes.

Eventually, just as Aeron's voice filtered into the chatter within his ear, he recognized the bay the ORC had presumably landed.

[ No. They are far more respectable than we are. ] The Jedi retorted swiftly as he walked. This wasn't untrue, either. If there was one thing that constantly impressed him about the Order of the Sacred Lotus... it was their decorum and willingness to help others in spite of themselves.

It was stupid, of course.

But respectable and more importantly it was Kismet's Order, which practically ensured his support in one way or another.

Even if that support came in the form of trained force users, who could kill, if it was asked for. Bethany had never been happy about that, but if there was one thing necessary in war? It was being willing to kill. If only to protect those you cared about, if only to ensure that some individuals no longer walked amidst the stars to cause more pain and misery.

[ Do you ever lose the heavy edge of sarcasm? ]

Before she could respond she would note the tall form of Sardun walking into the bay and approaching them behind Dax. Just a hint of a grin, before it disappeared into cold stoicism again.

Almost as if it hadn't been there at all.
 

Connor Harrison

Guest
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Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance
Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member=Abraxas] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member=Antherion] | [member="Velon Ielor"]| [member="Samka Derith"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member=Liliane] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member=Kimiko] | GA
Engaging Directly: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak / Lightsaber
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Blaster fire and the muted sound of lightsaber clashes could be heard in those split-second moments of silence outside the castle. Fleets were engaged in battle overhead. The Ren had made their move on their prize and the First Order war machine was in full swing.

A transport flew around the castle with reinforcements as Connor, [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] came up against their first hurdle; the naturally formed barrier of solidified magma and rock formed from probably years – decades – of neglect at the only tunnel.

Connor looked beyond the blockage that spewed from the tunnel and almost clawed up a section of the rear wall. Beyond the wall and in the castle itself, Taeli was waiting. He just stared through his helmet, through the wall and found her there. Waiting. She was here with the Alliance.

"Why. Why do you have to be here.”

He looked to Ara and Kaalia, their imposing attire a stone’s throw for how they usually looked.

"Let my allies pass. Deal with me. Put on a good show.”

Walking to the wall of magma, he broke connection with Taeli and looked back at his allies.

"On me.”

He only imagined how his voice sounded outside of the helmet – distorted, powerful and devoid of emotion. A terrifying voice that did not belong to Connor Harrison. Kneeling on the black ash and rock, he placed his hands on the base of the rock and magma and focused himself. Accelerating the elements under his palms, he manipulated the magma and the heat coursing through the rock under the castle and drew it up to where he was.

The barrier started to stem gently and a low glow of orange started to form on it. He continued to pull the Dark Side from the world around him and manipulated the fire below to soften and weaken the barrier of magma and rock.

He turned again to the girls and nodded.

"Tear it down.”
 
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BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
20 Minutes until World Shield is up. Still under the Darksky Shield
  • [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 all
  • [member="Dax Fyre"] - Inbound on the Azalea to take some names!
  • Alyce Hawke - Flying all stealth like, checking things out
  • [member="Grozkalla"] - and his wookiees of WARRRR

ENEMIES: First Order
  • [member="Darth Carnifex"] - inbound on a dropship
  • [member="Koshka Scalvez"] - inbound on a dropship
  • [member="Jude Falkrowe"] - inbound on a dropship

Alyce drew towards the contrails that shouldn't be there, still flying under stealth. As they got to extreme visual range, she saw that it was drop ships, and instantly had a radio channel up.

"Rogues, we've got dropships inbound and unscheduled. Go to attack mode and let's get some intel." She ordered, and the S-Foils on the three star fighters opened, and they would become bigger blips on the radar as they actively pinged the dropships with their own sensors. Then she would open a secure Alliance channel.

"Bogeys inbound, marking location and engaging. Request further air support." She reported, confirming that the designs were not Alliance or allied designs, they dove low to the ground and began an attack run.

Actions
1) Pinged the dropships and dropped stealth
2) Announced their presence to Alliance forces (redundant I know, but they were radio darkish)
3) Began an attack run on the dropships
 
Lay Down
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Location: Approaching Barkhesh
Objective: Secure Northern Plains
Allies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"]. [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Engaging: Kaida Taldir
Equipment: Braith's Saberstaff, Braith's Spear, Plates of Eternity

A'sharad had chosen to take the direct route to an ancient temple, likely realizing the potential it held as a vantage point or as a preexisting structure to make use for an outpost and staging point, and though he had entered the planet's atmosphere, and thus "arrived" before her, the lack of significant preparation for infiltrators such as herself and the Sith lord prompted the witch elder to accelerate her plans for arrival. "Bring us over the clearing, low, and pull up as soon as I step out." The Alua'an commanded, the pilot of the ship only nodding his head in reply as they dove towards the surface of the planet - more specifically towards the clearing just beyond A'sharads insertion point. Her concern had been with anti-aircraft weaponry, infantry and anti-infantry were the very least of her concerns and landing in such an open an exposed area would, consequently, not worry her in the least. If anything, it was better for her to draw the attention of those on the ground while A'sharad - an actual member of the First Order - moved things along. For all intents and purposes, she'd be the target that would distract from the Sith, something she was certain that Carnifex was likely playing a roll similar to in the Southern plains considering his dramatic tendencies.

Perhaps half a minute, maybe longer, after the Sith had made his landing on the temple roof, the small ship that carried the witch made its swoop towards the grass-covered ground. Her arrival had meant to draw some attention towards herself, the pilot taking the ship towards the ground in a nose dive, pulling up and slowing only just to avoid collision and make her entrance into the conflict less than lethal. And true to her adrenaline-fueled life, the cover over the cockpit slid open as soon as the starship was parallel with the ground - the pilot still firmly fastened into his seat, whereas Braith was held in only by the grip of her hand on the small safety bar at the side of her arm rest. At the speed they were traveling it would take less than ten seconds to make it across the clearing, leaving the witch with a ten second window to leave her escort behind and travel on foot. Her eyes closed, drawing in air through her nose sharply.

Six seconds, fingers uncurling from the bar that kept her from being pulled out of the seat, and she leaned forwards and prepared to push herself out of the craft by pulling her feet up to the seat cushion and crouching.

Two seconds.

There wasn't any hesitation with two seconds to spare, the witch pushing herself up with her feet while she released her grip on the hand rail. Immediately she felt herself being sucked out of the ship, up into the air, like a droplet of water through a straw. It took incredible discipline to do what she had been planning to do, her arms spreading out wide to both gain balance and to catch the wind underneath her. Unlike most masters of the force, Braith wasn't a specialist of Telekinesis or Tutaminis - she didn't usually find herself throwing around bolts of force lightning, either, nor did she go about her day toying with her enemies with illusions. The witch was a master of the world around her, altering the environment through the force, and not in ways restricted by such visible and obvious acts that the Shapers of Kro Var ingrained in their shamanistic teachings. The air that was caught beneath her billowed upwards, decreasing the speed at which she fell, and eventually spinning her head-over-heels in a reverse somersault that saw to her landing firmly on the ground.

The Alunrovaan wore her phrik-plated armor, her hood firmly drawn over her head the moment her feet made contact with the ground, while her saberstaff was clipped to her waist and her spear held tightly in her left hand. She had brought two - technically three, considering the saberstaff could be separated into two sabers - weapons to the battlefield, but she doubted she would actually see to using them much with the force at her disposal. Unlike many who were here - or at least fighting on the planets being invaded - Braith's only vested interest in the outcome of this war was some kind of abstract lashing out for being abandoned by Corvus to the many Jedi that sided with the Galactic Alliance. Perhaps it helped that her significant other, Braxus, was with the First Order, but he wasn't the sole reason for her being here. She doubted there'd be anyone on Barkhesh that she would personally know, aside from Carnifex, and she doubted anyone at all would incite even a modicum of emotional turbulence. She would see to fighting an enemy or two, completing her role as the bigger fish in their point of interest, and then leave when it was all over and done with.

For now she'd have to deal with those that made the mistake of challenging her in battle, as she was rather certain foes would begin to converge on her location once they realized she was going to launch an offensive.
 
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Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Atheus"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment:
Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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Others swiftly dispersed, either picking their own battles or flooding the castle. That left Zmej to cover their backs. Like an impenetrable wall, she would shield her brothers and sisters as they razed the ancient fortress of a long dead Sith lord. Not exactly how she imagined the mission to go, yet the knight of Ren realized the responsibility resting on her shoulders all too well. Embracing her destiny, she redoubled her efforts to swiftly close the distance between herself and the man. Only one sentient remained at her side – a Sith to her understanding – and his actions spoke of indecisiveness, a fatal error to make on the battlefield as he was about to learn. Chatting and getting to know one another belonged behind conference tables, not in wars. Trying to talk the enemy down would be fruitless, that much Zmej knew for certain. As such, she ignored his discussion attempts, fully focused on combating the immediate threat. That was her purpose, after all. In fact, the same went for the Sith ally, even if the man seemed awfully unwilling to participate. Most annoying.

But it did not stop there – when ignored by both parties, the ‘ally’ called upon his hoverboard and became a spectator, tossing more fuel into the fight raging below through poisonous words and bloodthirsty encouragement. That was enough for Zmej to stop her advance, helmeted head turning up, gaze fixed upon the circling participant. Irritation curled her gauntleted hand into a fist again and she gave into the sweet, seductive voice of anger writing her darkest thoughts. While officially an ally to the First Order’s cause, so far it seemed this Sith had zero intention of helping out. Useless. Absolutely useless. That was fine by Zmej though. She could change that and turn him into a useful asset. Perhaps not in the way he had signed up for, but he was no Ren – and therefore completely expendable in her sulphur yellow eyes.

Flying around in circles made him an exceptionally easy target. Even if others seemed like tiny, insignificant bugs from high above, perception blatantly lied to the onlooker. He was not invulnerable despite the apparent disconnect between him and the combatants below. Actually, he became exceptionally vulnerable after stepping onto his hoverboard. With nothing to offer stability aside from the small repulsorlift transport, even the slightest nudge promised to send him plummeting down into the inferno he wanted to stir up. Exactly what Zmej Ren did, brutally violating the ally agreement and forcing the unwilling ally to participate. If he did not want to fight, he would become a living shield to eat any and all attacks thrown her way.

There was nothing the Sith could do, really. In the air, without a single entity to anchor him and offer stability beneath his feet, the man would become a ragdoll, fully at the knight’s mercy if she ripped him off the hoverboard, seizing him in a telekinetic grasp. She refused to allow him to remain idle though, and would turn the man into a projectile to launch at the original target, over and over again to both distract the shotgun wielding opponent and give her enough cover to advance forward, close the gap and let lightsabers sing and hum in a battle of flashing lights. The action became even more imperative as another opponent approached and demonstrated his capability to throw lava. All the more reason to end this fight soon.
 
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[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar, Deployment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (Eventually): Mensix Mining Facility, Currently in Wastes Distance Out From Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"][/SIZE]
  • In Vicinity |[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: (Currently only in vicinity): Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Six-O"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Complete Landing, Attend Distress Signal.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, [/SIZE]SE-44C Blaster Pistol[SIZE=11pt], x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 2.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon and his company of stormtroopers quickly made their way from the dropsite, being covered in the great waves of ash created as the shuttles rapidly took off and headed back to orbit, though some of the damaged shuttles were destroyed shortly after takeoff as the pilots and crews of the landers once again braved the horrific barrage being [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]levelled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] against all the Imperial landers. Their once gleaming white armour was now shrouded with volcanic ash and dirt as if they were spectres of death arisen from the ash itself. They had reached their intended landing site, unlike many other units should the reports, observations, and distress messages Pharazon was receiving over his helmet communicator prove accurate. Signaling to his lieutenants, Pharazon quickly lead the company over a black and rocky hill along their preplanned route to reach the mining facility. They had been ordered to land further out than some of the other units in the assault, so as to be able to provide backup or assault the facility from a different angle or direction at the discretion of Pharazon’s superiors and as such were required to march a not insubstantial distance to reach the mine. The heat and glow from the molten rivers was oppressive, ash and sulphur filled the air while embers traveled on every gust of horrifically hot wind. Pharazon and the Stormtroopers of the 189th were effectively protected against the conditions due to their sealed and temperature controlled armour, but their sensors told them everything, and for some amongst the company, Pharazon included, even the sight of the lava flows and their surging brimstone was enough to evoke a cold sweat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Adrenaline from the drop still flooded his bloodstream and drove most Stormtroopers of the company on rapidly, covering the rocky and ash covered ground quickly and efficiently, avoiding dangerous lava crossings and unstable cliff like overhangs of rock. Despite their distance from both the capital Fralideja and the mining facility they maintained constant [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] for any enemy forces, they moved swiftly and efficiently as a company each as each platoon watched a different direction and within each platoon each and every Stormtrooper had their own area they were to watch. As they ran however, a transmission came over Pharazon’s command net communicator, and he could scarcely believe his ears once he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]realised[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] what it meant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"This is code black for Nern-Esk-Besh-Usk-Leth-Aurek-zero-one! Mayday, mayday, mayday." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Initially, Pharazon did not recognise the designation, as the comm channels were full of mayday calls from damaged or soon to be destroyed shuttles, but he [/SIZE]knew this was different somehow. Then it hit him, and he knew his immediate priorities were about to drastically change. The Grand Moff’s shuttle… Pharazon realised. He was only a relatively low ranking officer in the grand machine that was the First Order military, but he had known the Grand Moff was to make planetfall and personally lead a portion of the assault. He also knew that was her shuttle code as he deployed in an area close to it had been deemed by Central Command that Pharazon needed to know, likely in case of a situation similar if not exactly the same as this. He then picked up the emergency beacon, by the mists...

[SIZE=11pt]“All platoons regroup on me at the double, this is a priority one code black command override issued at my discretion based on new information, coordinates have been distributed to the company command net, move move move, this shuttle and its passengers are now top priority” Pharazon roared, his tone at odds with the formal and cumbersome language he had to use to formally override his orders to immediately assault the mining facility. His immediate change of course and rapid increase in speed, however, gave little doubt to the lieutenants directing the company after him as to the serious nature of Pharazon’s appraisal of the situation. They honed directly in on the emergency beacon, the entire remaining company changing course to go to the aid of their comrades, little did all but Pharazon know who they were going to the aid of. They kicked up a large ash cloud in their wake, their boot falls slamming the ash flat as they stormed across the oppressive volcanic landscape that made Mustafar so very valuable, if so very dangerous as well. Pharazon’s close lieutenant and protege, knowing that for Pharazon to issue such an order override something very serious must have happened, as well as being bold enough to question the order, privately contacted Pharazon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir, what is going on? I had thought our orders specifically specified the ignoring of distress signals and mandated us continuing the assault no matter the circumstances? What has changed?” Lieutenant Remus Cain asked, concern evident in his knowing and professional voice as he ran at the front of his platoon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Cain, I generally approve of your questioning nature, but I must insist you obey me to the letter this time, I am fully aware of the specifics of our orders but I am also aware of other imperatives and command overrides that you are not, it will be made clear but for now carry on. Lieutenant.” Pharazon said, tone hard and almost harsh, he could not blame Cain for his inquisitiveness, but likewise he had no time to waste right now. He knew Cain would understand, and as he suspected the young lieutenant simply commed back “Acknowledged sir” coolly and professionally, not a hint of any grievance in his voice, Cain knew when to obey.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]travelled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the ashen wastes for sometime before they managed to arrive near the crash site. They paused on a rise as they grew closer to the likely crash site, not knowing it's exact location, smoke plumed from the area of ruined shuttle, Pharazon knew from experience that there was no chance that shuttle would be flying again. After ascertaining that there was no immediate threat, though Pharazon knew that the Alliance would have seen the shuttle go down, he and his one hundred and eighty surviving Stormtroopers surged toward the likely position of the crash site to establish a perimeter and assist in anyway they could.[/SIZE]

“This is Captain Draken of the 189th Stormtrooper Grenadier Company to the Nebula, requesting immediate confirmation of your status and and that of your occupants, additionally, please advise anything we can do to assist, over”[SIZE=11pt] Pharazon said sternly and professionally in response to their emergency channel. He knew who was in there, but despite the situation he felt it best not to explicitly broadcast who it was, he could only hope whoever received his communication would swiftly allay his fears. Pharazon continued down toward where they [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]believed[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the crashed shuttle as his troopers assumed a formation that would allow them to quickly disperse and form a defensive perimeter, he could only hope this assault had not suffered a mortal blow from the outset.[/SIZE]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits, [member="Six-O"], [member="Tarion Daemora"], [member="Celestia Tremaine"], [member="Draco Vereen"],
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, Mass Drivers


[member="Commander Lusk"],


The snipers would quickly find out that most of the droids too had shields, which made them annoying in a fight but then again annoying was the essence of HK and his forces. The small arms blaster fire would splash against their blue protective energy layers, melting into the armor of spider droids, high powered beams or slugthrower rounds from their snipers would ping off as well, at least at first, it would only take one shot to bring down one of their shields, they still used generic Protectorate shielding systems, to be honest a lot of better Abregado equipment was being saved for a fight with actual Sith, what they fielded was more or less their generic background noise set up.

Either way, as Lusk's clones took minimal casualties, so did the entrenched droids took minimal casualties, but such was the way of mass combat in Galaxy nowadays. HK dug his Phrik heels into the sides of his owlbear, moving the beast closer to the front lines as he watched the sky, his sensors and trackers picked up on one of the descending clones taking out an explosive grenade, to which the machine quickly grabbed one of his shattergun revolvers, aiming the Verpine-rip off gun up into the sky and pulling the trigger.

BWOOOOOM!

An explosion suddenly rippled through the air as the grenade was shot out from the clone's hand, triggering its explosives, the droid swiveled his hand to the side, picking up trajectory of another grenade, he pulled the trigger once more,

BWOOOM!

There was another explosion with his of his pellet cutting through the air, his free hand meanwhile was contorting its fingers, casting arcane signs, eldritch sigils and gestures that was the somatic way in which the droid activated and changed the setting of grav gloves built into his Vong Biot suit.

"Grenades!"

He called out to his Greycloak companions, the other droids already mimicking his gestures as they stepped to his sides, the knew what to do.


The five droids raised their hands as the grenade explosives were plucked by the clones and thrown down to plummet towards their forces. They waved an evocation of technomancy, using their gadgets to manifest together a strong gravitational anomaly in the air that latched onto and pulled the grenades in the air, their course suddenly changing to spin around and twirl, orbiting some unseen point above the mining facility.

KABOOOOM!

Their fuses finally ran out and the explosives triggered, exploding still suspended above the air to turn the Clone's grenades against them by creating another deadly obstacle in their path to slay as many of them as the droids could before they even reached the ground.

Some grenades still managed to reach the ground, exploding next to some unlucky drone or spider droid, the explosions rocking the front lines of the mining facility, sending some of the machines flying into the lava, others would be deactivated right away.


HK spun his revolver in his hand before pushing it back into its holsters, directing his digits then towards the outcropping from which Clones were opening small-arms fire against them.

"Cracking maneuver!"

He ordered as he pulled on the reigns of the owlbear, adjusting his mount to face the enemy forces.


His spider droids knew what the command meant, their counterparts equipped with Abregado mass-drivers, large Verpine shatterguns firing anti-tank artillery shells from bolt guns, moved into position and fixed their aim towards the clones.

FWOOOOMP-FWOOOOOOOOMP

The soil and rock would explode out into the air in showers of hard obsidian shards and volcanic dust as the shattermass driver round slammed into the rock outcroppings used by Clones. Abregado forces specialized in trench-based warfare, setting up a highly defended position with high caliber guns just firing away to tear down at enemy forces and weaken them until they could close in and assault them to finish their forces. This did gave them a bit of an insight into how to attack other defensive positions as well, something they showed on Kaeshana when fighting Rexus, who was actually present on the battlefield as well, they managed to conduct a similar maneuver where their mass drivers were used to blow openings within FO trench lines before other Pyre forces charged them.

Same here, the shots were aimed at the rock outcroppings to pulverize the defensive positions Clones were using, hopefully throw them back from explosions and impact and take some of them out of the fight as well. And now there came the fun part.

"On me, on me!"

HK called out to other droids, mechanical armored soldiers would mount up their Owlbear mounts as well. It was not often they used their cavalry equivalent, most often it was as scouts or quick hit and run strikes, but they were fighting in close quarters today, and the droid recognized they would have advantage in melee combat, not only because of the droid's augmented strength and bodies, but also because Owlbears were vicious large things that loved to tear away and claw at anything they could feast on.


[member="Ultimatum"],


As the droid's owlbear troops formed up on him he saw Ultimatum's Awe fighters fly overhead, he comm'ed in to the other droid,

"We have some sniper fire incoming, any way you can pinpoint their specific location and run an air strike against them? I already sent out a transmission to other GA forces, they should be here with reinforcements any minute now, we just have to hold out together until then. Luckily for them, they have one major flaw they did not foresee,"

HK pointed out,

"They are not us."

The droid quipped over their binary communication lines, Ultimatum would be able to see his forces gathering up in an assault formation up in front of their defenses, it would be pretty clear that HK was going to charge the FO forces and take the fight right to them rather than let them come to them. So it would be up to Ulti pretty much whether he would join HK and send his forces forward or have them stayed at their position in case the FO tried to counter attack.

One way or the other the two droids were in this together and HK was not going to abandon Ultimatum any time soon, even if he was going to fight all of FO forces by himself.


[member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Arthan Corvax"], [member="AR-3752"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], and [member="Rexus Wenck"]


The Fist and Auxiliary's descent would be treated to the same welcoming party as the clones, they would find high-velocity anti-armor pellets from their anti-air droids rip through the air and fill the skies with small metal bullets that could punch clean through most of the aircraft, in fact it was the same class of droids that brought down a number of TIE fighters sent by some NPC [member="Torian Pierce"] wrote on Kaeshana, their bullets tearing away at deflector shields and chewing through hull armor.

There would also be the presence of Awe starfighters deployed by Ultimatum who streaked through the air chasing their targets, conducting strafing runs, maybe even colliding with an unlucky Clone trooper here or there on their way down to the ground.

Rolf would probably recognize some of the droids if they managed to spot one from their ships or their scans would pick up on them, he faced those spider droids before, at least their light variants, when a group of them took down a tank he commandeered while a Greycloak attempted to hunt him down, so he might be somewhat familiar with the weapons they fielded.

Outside of that there would be miscellaneous other weapons firing at them, standard AA emplacements with explosive shells that were at a time bothering [member="Heidi Ziegler"], organic militia troopers to supplement the droids so it was not all machines they would face.

They could probably see small explosions pop here and there on the mining facility from the grenades thrown by Lusk's clones and fighting already exploded out by the rock outcroppings near to where the station was anchored to solid ground where some of the Clones deployed.


The same would also apply to Rexus' troops once they were going to make their way down to the surface!


And same for Pharazon, I'm literally reading through the whole thread after last HK post to see who I need to reply to. Depending on whether Pharazon would land at the somewhat secured FO position the clones set up, there would be Owl-bear mounted war droids pretty much right in front of them, so an interesting enough sight to start their day off of.


And Corvax, it's going to be such a pain in the butt when FO soldiers will start to do their own thing and one cookie cutter paragraph won't be enough to cover most of them. EIther way, Corvax would probably not sense any notable Force presence on the ground, at least not until Draco arrives, but perhaps fighting the droid in charge of the defenses would be worse than fighting a Jedi Knight. After all the last Force user from FO to face him was one @Jude Falkrow, and hopefully he managed to get a new kneecap after that encounter. Although one could wonder how he got out of captivity after HK captured him, probably simply by giving HK a high-five and then being allowed to leave. The droid pretty much either executes his prisoners or just lets them go, there really isn't that much middle ground.


And that would be the defenses Natasi and her forces faced on the way down, at least before they crashed, nice piloting Natasi. Either way, their distress signal would be picked up by the Abregado forces and other within the Mining facility and they would actually respond to it, letting them know that they were sending a squad of medical droids towards their position.

It may seem like a bad sign to most people, but if she studied reports from Kaeshana she would know that Abregado sent medical droids in a similar matter when their Cruiser crashed into the planet and they were willing to work alongside FO medical personnel, which went off without any hostile incident although the two groups worked alongside each other trying to ignore the other.

Either way, sooner or later a single skiff-barge would be seen floating over lava pools and the black volcanic soil towards them, clearly bearing a mark of medical personnel, if they wanted to fire on them then so be it, if they wanted to turn them away then the machines would not impose, but they were not going to be the ones to decline crashed ship aid or fire on them.


And again, same resistance to transports and presence of Awe fighters sent by Ultimatum described for Rolf would be the on AR would face on her way down to the planet with the LAAT or whatever they were.



Speaking of [member="Heidi Ziegler"],


If their medical transports were properly marked as such they would be left alone once they entered the atmosphere and their field hospital would not be targeted. HK was not a savage, in fact out of everyone he was the most likely to help a wounded enemy soldier and release them afterwards. His perception on wars was that they happened because of the officers not the troopers themselves, so he treated the troopers from whichever sides pretty well should he capture any of them as a PoW or come upon one too injured out of the fight.

Either way, if anti-air fire came upon her own ship which apparently was firing back at them and was therefore game, it would not be blaster or exploding shell, at least not if it came from Abregado, their anti-air droids used hyper-velocity firing rotary cannons that could, again, punch clean through most of aircraft, and were designed for such purpose. Far from a makeshift anti-air emplacement.



[member="Preliat Mantis"],


His approach to the planet would be plagued with the same resistance as Lusk and Rolf's, shattergun anti-air emplacement from spider droids equipped with rotary cannons, Awe fighters sent in by Ultimatum to intercept their shuttle, other various anti-air emplacement like high caliber repeater blasters and exploding shells. The shatterguns fielded by HK and his droids packed probably the biggest punch from what would be fired on them, those things could bent and rip through Phrik armor after all, ironically enough those would be also the same droids that saved Preliat's life and dug him from Mandalore where he was buried alive by soot and ash.

As he came up to speak with Lusk there would be those thunderous roars of mass drivers being fired in their direction as suddenly ground and rock would explode, shatter-bolt-guns fired at the cover their troops were using, Preliat's men and Lusk's previous forces to weaken their defensive position and open them up to an attack.

Dust would rise up in a screen from the air, black as the rest of Mustafarian soil, like a desert storm they could hear the words screamed from the Mining Facility,

[Mando'a] "Now, to ruin! For blood and the day's end! Forward!"

There would be screeching and calling of war cries as blaster bolts would be cast out towards them, fired from blaster repeaters and high-velocity pellets cut through the air towards their troopers. There would be sound of heavy feet upon the ground as the droids charged towards them, roaring and screeching got louder as suddenly through the black dust they could see a large figure with two red glowing eyes.

Instead of waiting, HK came to seek fight to them.

The rest of his owlbear-mounted troops would try to slam into their Clones to engage them in melee, hitting them with the large armored bodies of their beasts and swinging vibroswords and their spears of Rae, Force pikes tipped with Phrik.

The droids did not simply stood by to let them build their own base, especially since they were already in process of preparing for an assault and shelling Lusk's position when Preliat arrived, building a base would take time.


Either way, Preliat's mortars would fire, explode over the mining facility, causing it to rock and groan dangerously, its support hover-struts would crackle and shields flickered. If he wished to fire artillery on it he was free to do so, but that would probably damage what they wanted to capture.


[member="Joza Perl"],

Joza would probably know that HK was in the heavily sieged Mining Facility, he would let her and the Order know as much, but he was not really able to communicate with them at the moment, since the whole being in middle of a fight and the Mustafar's surface interfering with long range transmissions thing.


[member="Choli Vyn"],

Same for Choli, there would be transmissions to let her and other GA forces like those at Vader's castle, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] or whoever is there, I'm not sure who to tag because I need to hurry up to write up this post before class, that the Mining facility was being sieged pretty heavily with the GA forces getting outnumbered rapidly, but other than that they could not really reach other planets like Barkesh and Rutan, at least not without other GA folks relaying their transmissions, since interference from Mustafar's surface and all.
 
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Allies:[member="Atheus"]

The sensation was small, yet familiar. In his life, Alkor had held and used more lightsabers than most people bothered to build. When the telltale energies of the dormant blade surged toward him guided by the invisible hand of Atheus, he waited until the precise instant it came within his reach and snatched it out of the air.

Red. Like the mad world they stood on, the blade burned the color of flame. At odds with the brilliant blade like fresh fallen snow in his other hand, the two blades bathed the dimly lit world in their vibrant light.

The remainder of this Knight's allies had pressed forward into the Castle. He had succeeded in thinning the ranks to some degree, so hopefully the Alliance could find some reprieve in the slightly reduced numbers. For Alkor, it meant that this singular enemy could be his focal point.

She had taken hold of the pest floating overhead, who's mystic voice crept along the fringes of his consciousness. Alkor wondered if the antics of his adversary were intended to mock him, absently, and his gaze narrowed.

The Jen'jidai strode forward at an even pace, his presence unchecked. Rhythmic strands of ambient dark energy permeated his form and irridated him with power. The rage and hatred augmented him with a new level of strength.

His body moved like a primal beast, fluid and filled with adrenaline as he bolted toward the Knight of Ren. The red blade came first, sundering downward at a diagonal toward her torso.
 
[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"] @Asmus Janes [member="Micah Talith"]

Kaili Talith said:
“What, Asmus?” Kaili hissed over her shoulder while on her approach for the elevator. “Are you going to send me images of my girlfriend’s body as well or is that just a moronic brother thing?”
Oh hell. Asmus had started this walk with good intentions but this wasn't just over his head deep. This was dragged down into the infinite abyss with the light slowly receding deep. That view had bee quite revealing. If that had come with her brother...

Asmus let his trailing leg inch back a little. In his mind he was already pivoting on that heel and walking away.



Kaili Talith said:
“How do you know Allyson?” Kaili asked Asmus himself instead. “It’s a long story, I hear.”

Or he could stay in place. But this he could deal with. The family issues was too far outside of his realm, but he could always talk about himself and his relationships. Asmus took a very mature, if open, view on such matters.

"Actually it's not a very long story," he said with a shrug. "I met Allyson before she met you I think and just before I joined the GADF academy. I was a smuggler at the time and we got into some trouble with Imperials. We didn't really stay in touch after, that until she signed up with Rogue Squadron of course. We never dated," he said with another shrug. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression remained serious.

"I'm sorry for the comment, it was inappropriate."
 
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Location: The downed FIV Frontrunner
In Scene: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Nearby Allies: [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Heidi Ziegler"] [member="AR-3752"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Arlen Rossi"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

It was not the first time Irajah had woken up, hanging partially upside down from crash webbing. It had happened often enough in fact that she wasn't even all that terribly disoriented.

Which should have been more alarming than it was. She shouldn't be getting used to this nonsense.

Taking stock, she winced once as she found a long gash across the front of her face. Something that had come loose during the crash probably, but she didn't remember getting hit with anything. Her fingers came back bloody, but she judged that it wasn't terribly deep. It started to throb as soon as she took note of it of course, and she grimaced in annoyance.

"Everyone alright in here?"

"Just peachy Doc!" One of the troopers quipped from off to the side. "Everyone was strapped in, so other than some bruises and a hurt feelings, we're all good here."

Irajah let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. The last time she had crashed with an FO ship hadn't been so lucky. She mentally pushed that away, needing to focus on what was happening in the here and now.

Unbuckling her crash webbing, she carefully altered her orientation and lowered herself down to the floor (in truth, what had been the opposite wall). The time training with [member="Carach"] had made her stronger, more limber, and what would have been impossible before merely required a certain concentration now. Hanging from the webbing, it was still a meter down, but she dropped after assessing the space beneath her, landing neatly.

One of the troopers that had already gotten himself free had been waiting to assist- instead however she just got a small nod before he handed her the medkit.

"Thank you. I'll be-"

"Checking out the rest of the ship. We know. We've got everything covered here, Doc, don't worry about us."

She nodded, but the situation was too serious to smile about right now. "I need a-"

He reached out, offering her a mask. Now there was a smile as she accepted, strapping it over her lower face. The harsh, foul smelling air leaking in from the outside wasn't too bad in there, but she had no idea what the rest of the ship would be like.

*****

It didn't take long to find her way to the Grand Moff's side. Indeed, several people were very keen to direct her there. More than just loyal to Natasi Fortan, they felt protective. Irajah snorted to herself. Fortan was one of the toughest, most capable women she had ever met. She didn't need to be dotted upon by the enlisted men. But, that attitude meant that Irajah found her more quickly than she might have otherwise, so it wasn't all bad.

Despite the situation, Irajah knocked on the side of the broken door to announce her presence before clambering into the office.

"House call. Everyone okay?"
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility
Allies: First Order & Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies
[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Six-O"]
In Vicinity:
[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"]
[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"]
[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
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The briefings had been short. Whether that had been a curse or a blessing Rolf had yet to find out. Too often he found in the upper echelons of the First Order's military that the more shiny one had on their collar, the more it seemed they liked to hear themselves talk. The reason for the brevity this time however did have the Major on edge. Lack of intel - at least good intel. They knew the mining facility existed, and they knew where on Mustafar's surface it was located but the layout was a guess at best.

The shuttle rocked as it forced its way into the atmosphere, even more as it was buffeted by the rapidly changing air currents. Each time the shuttle shook a feeling of apprehension coursed through the First Order officer, his hands involuntarily grasping his weapon tighter with each jolt. The fear of each and every one of the soldiers crammed into the vessel - to be vaporized before even reaching the ground, they were all more comfortable with solid ground under their feet - they wouldn't have to wait long. Dipping low over the molten lakes, weaving between jagged obsidian spires, the shuttle tilted and turned as it sped towards the facility. They would be in range soon. As if to confirm, the Major's HUD pinged with a small symbol. They were two minutes out. They'd lost a bit of time in the upper atmosphere it seemed, they were behind some of the others despite being the first to launch. It wouldn't matter soon - they would have more important things to worry about, besides, everything had been going relatively smo...
::"Mayday, mayday,"::
::"This is code black for Nern-Esk-Besh-Usk-Leth-Aurek-zero-one! Mayday, mayday, mayday.::
::"Significant engine damage, port-side. Starboard-side engine...eated, maneuvering is down to twenty percent."::

The series of messages were audible as Rolf scanned the frequencies of the other ships, tapping into their complex communications network. They'd set it up as a precaution, one that was aptly taken in light of what had just happened - Rolf yet had access to the command channels, access he'd need in the event of a total loss of crew. The Major's stomach dropped - so far as he knew there were only a few who knew what any of it had meant. There had been numerous shuttles calling maydays as they tried to get to ground - fate must have intervened as he'd been monitoring the frequencies. No one could know. Not a soul. If the soldiers were to even suspect that the Grand Moff had been incapacitated... No. And so he kept it to himself, gritting his teeth as he forced the thoughts to the back of his mind. Such was the burden of leadership.

As the vessel approached the mining facility the sounds of combat could be heard, the loud thud-thud-thud of shattercannons a distinct staccato over the roar of the shuttle's engines - and yet, the rounds must have been guided elsewhere, the shuttle didn't seem to be drawing fire, at least not at first. Rolf's stomach rose up into his throat as his shuttle dipped its nose and began a direct beeline towards the ground, only pulling up at the last moment. It seemed the pilot had chosen to use the jagged outcroppings and terrain as cover - it worked well enough, they were alive.

And then, just as suddenly as their descent, the shuttle laden with First Order Shock Troopers rose again. Their deployment zone must be near. Unlike traditional infantry legions, Rolf had been tasked with securing the mining facility, their infil point - the various landing pads both suspended above the lakes of lava as well as those along the rocky outcropping of the construct itself. With a hint of renewed confidence, Rolf noted the status reports of the other shuttles, arriving on schedule below - Rolf himself had opted to hit one of the higher landing platforms, a direct line into the facility as opposed to the lower, ground based pads. It was then that Rolf heard something he'd not in a long while, something that would have been more appropriate for an open battlefield, not the forceful seizure of the mining facility. With a grimace, Rolf began to search his HUD for information. To the untrained ear, it would have blended in with the ambient weapons fire and roar of the engines but Rolf was a veteran - those were mortars. Rapidly searching for the information, Rolf patched in a channel to the listed unit. No surprise, it belonged to the Auxiliary. No luck patching comms through there - the Auxiliary was the newest addition to the First Order's military, obviously there were kinks that needed working out.

The pounding of the mortars faded as the shuttle cut around the back side of the facility - and that's when things really started to get hairy. As the shuttle came on line with one of the larger landing pads, blaster fire rattled against the hull, the vessel's own blasters firing, a subtle shake of the deck plating jarring each soldier. As if synchronized, a green light came on in the bay, the stormtroopers already moving to unclip their straps - and then the shuttle touched down. The troop bay door opened with a clang as it hit the hardened deck, bright shafts of light fizzled through the air, several landing at the feet of the troopers now disembarking - Rolf led their charge.

The shuttle had landed on a suspended landing pad, a long open catwalk led from it straight towards the complex. Above and below were other pads, though most of them smaller, also connected to the facility via catwalk. Far below them spread a small molten lake, depth unknown. The soldiers had rushed out of the shuttle only to find themselves extremely exposed, already some of their number had been peppered with laser blasts, a few of the fallen being quickly dragged back within the bay of the shuttle - those that had fallen as they disembarked. Rolf however was no longer within the vicinity of the shuttle, his powerful running strides had taken him to a small collection of heavy industrial crates which he now took cover behind as his men returned fire upon the mining security forces - if there were Galactic Alliance forces among them, it was too difficult to tell at this range. Soon Rolf would have to figure out how to cross the catwalk - it was even more exposed than the pad they currently occupied. An idea had already begun to form in his head. The Major looked to his left, then his right - the men who were with him were hardened veterans and it showed in the way they covered each other, the way they moved.

Taking a short step to his right, Rolf lifted the barrel of his F-11 D blaster, firing off several well aimed shots towards a particularly exposed enemy force, slightly above on a different platform. Not waiting to see the results, he ducked again behind cover. When they did make the rush across the exposed catwalk, they'd have to be careful not to slip - there seemed to be no railing on the edge. What was it with landing platforms with no railings? That seemed to be asking for trouble. Shaking his head momentarily, he cleared his mind. Strange how the battlefield elicited such abstract thought, he knew better than to give in though, and promptly returned to running through a mental inventory of his equipment as he formed a plan in his mind.

Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:
Grenades:
Misc Equipment:
 
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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="taeli raaf"][member="elpsis elaris"], GA
Enemies: [member="kyrel ren"], [member="stardust raxis"], FO

As the cannisters of gas came in, Taryc's armor sealed up. She looked around, confused, but saw that some of the more traditional force users were sans such armor. Still, most jedi carried air filters and what not, so Taryc didn't fully understand the gas. She drew her sword and lit it with a thought, indigo-white flames brightly limning the blade. She looked to Elpsis and raised an eyebrow. With her helmet on it was a useless gesture. Her being physically blind made it doubly so.

"Redecorating together already?" She began to joke, then saw a pair of forms return down the stairs she had just walked up from. She grinned, and signed her intention to follow and hunt the interlopers down. Then she turned and stalked after them. Aside from concentrating just enough to keep her blade alight, a near automatic action for her after all of these years, she wasn't doing anything with the force. Not hiding, and not increasing her signature either, keeping her force strength in reserve for what she hoped was the coming battle.

As she approached, she heard voices. Having been raised in what passed for the nobility of the Primeval, she had some inkling of who Darth Vader was, who Obi-Wan Kenobi was, and who Luke Skywalker was, but even that much knowledge was a rarity among the galaxy. The rages of time and the Gulag Plague, combined with the uphevals of so many galactic civilizations had buried the knowledge of such people very far indeed. Still, she recognized the voices from those recordings she had viewed, and knew that they were intimately more familiar to the sithling that dressed like Vader, whom she saw as she turned the corner into a room. The Dark Jedi Knight led the way into a host of droids that appeared to be facsimilies of the warriors of old. The Master that battled behind him struck out as well, and Taryc stood for a moment, deciding what to do.

If she were a Jedi, she'd wade in with saber or sword and take the fight to them. She was a highly trained duelist, and many of her skills were in that area. However, she wasn't here for personal glory, she was here to help preserve the sovereignity of the Galactic Alliance as a member of Firemane's armed services.

So, she relinquished her concentration on her sword and sheathed it as she stepped into the room. Then she raised her bolter (link in sig) and began to fire bursts of explosive ammo at the backs of Stardust and Kyrel. This was a weapon that was designed to fight force users, each round was explosive and detonated on contact with anything, with a nominal kill radius of 1 meter, and a severe injury radius of three because of the blast wave and shrapnel. She did her best to keep her aim on just the two force users, but with a weapon such as this, collateral damage was likely. As she shot, part of her mind was readying for whatever counter attack they would make, for surely they would make one. The weapon was deadly, but she knew her foes would likely be hearty and just as deadly in return.

Actions
1) Followed Stardust and Kyrel down
2) Fired Mk II bolter at them from behind, using the standard explosive rounds
 
Location: Dropping in (Near-ish Vader's Castle)
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Atheus"]
Enemies: First Order

By all Nine Hells, it had been a long time. It had been just about a year since Keira had set foot on a properly pitched battlefield, and even longer since she had done so as a mercenary as opposed to having a proper affiliation with either side. This time around the First Order was the bigger of the two evils, coupled with a personal vendetta along with what had been done on the part of the Crusaders after that rather eventful ship crash. Nothing about her would regret the death of a few hundred stormtroopers, nor would she particularly feel bad about clashing with a handful of Knights of Ren. This was penance long overdue, and after Isley's death she needed some method of catharsis.

Her arsenal was fairly mobile, her armor coupled with her two lightsabers, her pistol, tomahawk and beskad. The rifle had been left behind in favor of staying light on her feet, and with the present terrain she would need mobility. Even from within the dropship the temperatures were hot, but she had the regulating systems within her armor to thank for keeping her cool. Mustafar was a new locale, but it wouldn't be the first time she had made landfall on an exotic planet for the sake of another war. She could already hear, not to mention feel the battle raging on beneath her, and it was a volatile chaos she had missed.

"His helmet is transmitting coordinates nearby. I'm assuming that will be your drop point?"
"Good enough of one. I can find him from there."
"Very well. Your landing zone is ten seconds ahead and counting."
"Just let me know when to drop."

With a few microexpressions she manipulated a map of her surroundings into the lower right corner of her HUD, the transmission from the helmet remaining a solid point, whereas a short distance away she marked the largest landmark nearby: Vader's Castle. Somewhere between the two her brother fought, but she had a feeling it wouldn't take more than a few moments to locate him. Interrupting her thoughts, a ping sounded in her ear, notifying her that it would be wise to disembark within the next few seconds, lest she miss her stop entirely. Slowly the ramp of the ship lowered while they were still in the air, and she stepped up to the edge, taking in a breath as she looked over the edge.

And then she stepped off. For the first few seconds her descent was lightning fast, but then she found that minuscule solace that existed somewhere within her, tapping into it. Within the moment everything about her surroundings slowed to a crawl, and by the time she reached the ground her landing was no more traumatic than a drop of a few feet. Immediately her ethereal senses combed the area about herself, it difficult not to detect her brother's presence. It was that she made headway for, not contacting him directly through the comms but rather sending out a quiet pulse in the Force that translated to one thing. Let's begin.
 
Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


There seemed to be gas blowing through the area, but fortunately for Elpsis, she was wearing fully sealed beskar armour. Thus she was quite comfortable with ignoring it. "Let's decorate it black and red," she quipped in resonse to Taryc. Elpsis liked her corny one-liners. "For Firemane and the Order. Look, Sithlings." The pair of life forms that had snuck into the castle did not escape her. Being so strongly attuned to the Force, she felt their presence.


Moreover, her blindness had given her Force Sight, which allowed her to see through walls, which was quite convenient once you got used to it. So she followed Taryc as the older Inquisitor pursued the interlopers, trusting her instincts. Elpsis may be a 'Master', but given the other woman's experience they were equal in her mind.


As they got closer, she heard whispers, voices that seemed to be from another era. Elpsis was neither a history buff nor what could be considered particularly educated. Of course, the Jedi had told her tales about Vader, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan and so on during her very brief time with them as a childhood, and she'd been catching up on her education since joining Firemane. However, so much had been lost since eight hundred years had passed since the days of the Galactic Empire and there'd also been a Dark Age in between. So it was quite likely that her reading of history contained a lot of inaccuracies.


Beneath her helmet, her vacant, milky-white eyes focused on the two intruders. She may be blind physically, but thanks to the blessings of the Great Spirit the Force allowed her to see and perceive their auras. One of the two infidels, the Dark Knight, felt more like a machine than a man. It was time to cleanse this monument of evil with a righteous flame. The memories of Kaeshana were still fresh in her mind. There would be no pity, no compromise. Darkness permeated the foul air of this castle, but she'd battled in dark places before. Besides, she was not pure as white snow.


In the same moment as Taryc, Elpsis raised her Mark One Bolter and squeezed the trigger, unleashing bursts of 30mm x 45mm explosive bolts upon Kyrel and Stardust while their backs were turned to the two Fire Adepts. Both pyromancers fired in unison. Elpsis was using the older, more powerful version of the boltgun. Each explosive round was armed on launch, meaning it would explode on impact. In other words, trying to block the round via telekinesis or Force Shield would make it blow up in your face. Same applied to trying to deflect them with a lightsabre. The bolts had a nominal kill radius of two metres, and a severe injury radius of six because of the blast wave and shrapnel. They had enough punch to damage even light vehicle armour.


The Force swelled up inside her as the Firemistress soaked up all the heat in the chamber, in preparation for the struggle that was to come. All this power begged to be unleashed to smite the wicked. Her lightsabre - orange bladed, as seemed traditional in the Order of Fire - rested on her belt, ready to be pulled into her grasp and ignited should the need arise.
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
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Location: En Route to Mustafar
"-I’m Joza Perl.” Chit.

Hazel tried to school her features from being too open, but there was still a moment of surprise in her eyes when the Zelton had introduced herself; a sign that she recognized it. That and her cheeks began to redden slightly, but was quick to put it under control and return them to their normal colour.

That's why the woman seemed to tug a familiar cord in Hazel's mind. The name was synonymous with two things; Zeltros and Heartbeat House, both of which Hazel was familiar with. Or at least the side of her that she generally kept hidden to everyone except those closest to her, and there really weren't that many she could call that. Now she much more certain she had seen Joza before in passing, maybe in a club years ago on Zeltros. Though it seemed she didn't recognize her, which was a grand relief to Hazel. And in a way proved that her efforts to disguise herself back then were effective. She had always stuck out because of her Hapan genes, constantly sticking out like a sore thumb when amongst others. It was the main reason she covered herself up as much as possible when doing her job.

But then that raised a question that had plagued the doctor for a long time. Which was the actual disguise, and which was the real Hazel?

This had first came about years back when she had been part of the Galactic Republic as a battle medic. The little squad she had somehow formed around her had eventually confronted her over how stressed she had become. This had also been early on, before she had built up her stubborn nature, so it was easy enough to get through to her and push her to take a break from her duties. But Hazel Zanteres was never one to end up doing things in half-measures, and instead somehow found herself going to Zeltros to unwind. The first visit had been something else, though she was no longer that naive teenager with no clue about things and the impact they had on her. As such she was able to avoid any pitfalls she would've otherwise fallen into.

The woman - the version of Hazel that would regularly visit the planet was a vast contrast to Doctor Zanteres. Whenever she had been there she generally shed away both the physical and figurative layers. Unabashedly showing off what made her Hapan, and just simply enjoying her time away from work. But when she went back to her job, all that was hidden away, sealed within a closet and buried either beneath her medic suit or in sweaters and coats. The only other thing that would connect to two was her face, and even then the hairstyles were always different, and the doctor was never to far away from her glasses.

Though her current medic outfit lacked them, which hopefully didn't end up biting Hazel in the arse.

She gave [member="Joza Perl"] a smile as they shook hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Joza."

There was no outlying reaction when Hazel proceeded to mentally facepalm at the choice of words. Thankfully though moments later they were on the move and Hazel was following her up the ramp and onto the ship, listening to what the woman was saying. Talk about the situation they were heading into was something familiar to Hazel, something she could easily slip into.

"Indeed, the facility's proximity to the capital means the potential for crossfire; and civilian's being caught in the middle is rather high. So it would be quite prudent to see to their safety first."

As Hazel took her seat; opposite to Joza, and strapped in, she looked over at [member="Electroheart"] sitting nearby and gave him a simple nod. While she hadn't personally spoken with the man she had made it a point to go through all the Order's files; putting faces to the names. As they passed she also acknowledged [member="Anika Nygaard"] with a nod.
When Joza had spoke again, Hazel had looked over at her, the single word slipping out without thought. "Many." There was that look in her eye, of someone who had at one point gone from one battlefield to another.

The conversation died and silence fell as the ship finally lifted off and began its journey. It wasn't until they jumped into hyperspace that Hazel spoke up again.

"I was a battle medic for the Galactic Republic, for many years in fact, right up until they collapsed. Since then I've taken up more of my doctor duties." And as she shifted in her seat to get a bit more comfortable, Hazel couldn't help but think on the fact on just how many years she had spent doing that.

-x-​
Eventually the Kismet had finally arrived at Mustafar and landed at the designated zone close to Fralideja, allowing those that were heading into the capital or towards the mining facility to disembark. Unstrapping herself, Hazel stood up and stretched slightly to loosen up her muscles, before following Joza and her unit down off the ship.

"Let's get to work."
 
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Gear: Armored coat, Mirari, Cruentis Cor
Allies: First Order + Allies ([member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | [member="Samka Derith"])
Allies in vicinity: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance + Allies ([member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member='Kimiko'])
Enemies in vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"]

The wickering flame led the trio to the end of the tunnel, where a wall of stone and solidified magma blocked their entry into the castle. They were close to entering, and the powerful currents of the Dark side fuelled Kaalia's being. She embraced all of it, molding it to her will as she did. The redhead's eyes shifted from a brilliant emerald to a mix of red and sulphur, displaying the corruption that settled within her. It was an empowering sensation, her lust to spill Jedi blood ever growing. She saw them as nothing but targets, lives ready to be ended. They were slaves to the Light and the redhead would save them by making sure their final hour had come. They were too far gone to see the truth. They had to die. A harrowing grin was partially concealed by her respirator, but the overwhelming darkness that Kaalia bathed in was more than telling to her companions.

Ara glanced in the woman's direction as she stepped up beside her, her urge to destroy palpable in the Force. The utter sense of joy in the brunette's voice as she asked Kaalia to 'assist her with this problem' was all she needed to share in it, the wish to destroy flaring up within herself now. It was obvious what Ara was referring to, and she'd gladly assist in showing Connor another one of the tricks the two learned on their mission to Kro Var. Connor moved up to the wall to let the Force weaken the wall, making it even easier for the two women to work their magic. She took position and waited for Ara to mirror it next to her. "You may want to hold on to your hat, Connor." she said with an amused tone, then looked back to Ara. "On three." She breathed in and out, a small current of wind leaving her nose, and concentrated on it. "One." With a motion she kicked up a current of wind around her, letting it twist around her. "Two..." She glanced Ara one more time and nodded, then looked back at the wall. "Three!" All the wind around her was channeled into a single but extremely powerful current, sending it crashing towards the wall. On impact it was blasted into pieces and debris was blown back into the castle with incredible speed. Hopefully Connor steadied himself enough.
 

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