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

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Location: Mensix Mining Facility, Mustafar
Objectives: Eliminate all Enemy Opposition
Allies: [member="HK-36"] | GA
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | FO
Engaging: To be Determined

Draco sat quietly on a balcony as the First Order arrived, over looking the lava flows and volcanic crags. This was not unknown territory to the man, having once followed in Darth Vader's foot steps, Draco had traveled to Mustafar several times when he held Vader's glove and studied Vader's homes and techniques. Yes those times were behind him, but there was a certain reverence about the planet. It was here that the Chosen One became the Sith Lord he was destined to be, and it was here Draco meditated on his banished past.

The tides of molten rock below the Dragon swelled and bellowed up the banks slightly. Exhale. The earth rumbled, tremors emanating out through the fault lines, the Mandalorian at its epicenter as the Force churned around the facility and the rifts and crags of the facility shuddered slightly. Magma bubbled up to the surface at the tremors, spraying towards the sky as waves crashed upon one another and the shores at the pulse of energy from the Mandalorian. The world's natural turmoil and suffering was being stoked like any flame. At the proper place, with the right touch, anything could be stoked into a maelstrom. Slowly the planet of destiny answered the Mandalorians call. Little by little. For now it was tiny, barely noticeable by all but the most sensitive seismic sensors at the mining facility.

Inhale. The first tremors calmed and the tides rose again, slightly further than before. The Mandalorian opened his eyes with a snap, his fingers finding his helmet and affixing it. Time to find and expel the enemy that had turned his home into a crater, bombed his homeworld, and butchered his family. Exhale. The tremors returned, barely noticeable on the sensors still, but present and ever growing. "Alliance forces, don't be alarmed by the tremors."

Standing, the warrior gripped his own bolter and checked his sword with a few long slow circles. The Force swelled within the Mandalorian and pulsed through every vein, every muscle strand, every nerve ending with anticipation, and then was pulsed into the planets lay-lines, pouring power into Mustafar's fault-lines, sending shocks into the heart of the earth.
 
MUSTAFAR
Location: Space > Mining facility
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | Et al.
Gear in bio

Mercenaries were a dime a dozen in this galaxy. Good mercenaries… not so much. The biggest rub wasn’t even being that skilled, so much as it was getting the job in the first place. Being in the right place at the right time had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with being well-informed.

And when you were running one of the biggest shadowports alive, information wasn’t a problem.

Massive invasions like this one didn’t just pop into existence. They required dizzying amounts of planning, reconnaissance, subterfuge, troop movements, preparation, and all the other jazz that Aver had left behind without a second glance. Didn’t mean she couldn’t recognize those patterns when they appeared, though. When the lumbering beast that was the First Order began rearing its head, the merc kissed her lover goodbye and hopped down to the galactic south for some much needed vacation.

Establishing a connection with the Alliance wasn’t difficult considering the service the Equalizers had provided in the past. A few calls and one cold negotiation later, Aver Brand was stepping out of a shuttle and into the bustling dock of a cruiser en route to Mustafar.

By the time she reached the shouting pilot – short round, fierce stare, Force-vibes – the mercenary looked exactly nothing like a mercenary. She filed into the shuttle along with all the other Alliance soldiers, resembling their colors and uniform to a T. Quiet, steady, and still, Aver found her corner to lean on and crossed her arms.

The younger ones were nervous, jittery. This was war, and the planet below was hell. No telling you’d make it back. And even if you did, would you make it back whole?
Questions that pestered her in another life. Serene and calm, the killer closed her eyes and awaited their descent.
 
BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
  • [member="Aeron Kreelan"] - OP prex, ground commander at base
  • [member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base
  • [member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner
  • [member="Alyce Hawke"] - flying nearby; engaging the dropships
  • [member="Dax Fyre"] - in orbit; probably coming downwell in a bit
  • [member="Grozkalla"] - coordinating ground stuff, incl. anti-air missiles; firing on the dropships
ENEMIES: First Order
  • [member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; inbound on a dropship
  • [member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; inbound on a dropship
  • [member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; inbound on a dropship

Somewhere out there, not too far away, Alyce Hawke and a flight of stealth X-wings were doing their thing. Another squadron looked to be taking off from the GA base, too. Between them and the surveillance probes, Jorus wasn't the only one on overwatch. He might, however, be the heaviest hitter in the air at the moment. That was a sobering responsibility right there.

Kreelan's voice murmured in his ear: "Looking to be at least a few shuttles, can't get you the type, but we are working on it. I have eyes in the air, I'll see what I can do to get you more details."

"Much obliged," he said, arcing the Y-wing around a small mesa. "Just don't use Hawke's people if you don't have to. There's no stealth ship in the 'verse that can stay hidden when it gets scanning in a serious way-"

Speaking of which, the Y-wing's sensor board lit up like a Life Day tree. Jorus twisted the fighter-bomber toward the source of the disturbance: a stream of light and smoke connecting a forested trench emplacement with a number of incoming specks.

"Prex, this is Merrill again. Looks like some of your ground forces have engaged inbound dropships." As he spoke, Hawke's voice muttered in his earbud comm: the X-wings had noticed. "I'm heading that way to assist. I've got torpedos and proton bombs enough to make some hurt while those dropships unload. Wouldn't mind some help from your snubfighters."
 
First Order Planetary Defense Forces
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FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Atmosphere, AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.

Starting to get a little twitchy, as she never spent this much time around other troopers, Zero wanted to dismount the tank and start her tasks she was given. She could still sense the animosity of the other troopers next to her, but it wasn't like she felt the same. To her they would just slow her down, she continued to think in the mindset on how she was effective alone, though part of a bigger unit and helped with their objective, she was a scout not a trooper, her armor was lighter than the standard, and offered less protection as well, but this made her faster and could maneuver easier than the standard troopers.

"Sub-Zero this is Helden, when we reach the top of the Hill deploy the antennae and sensor equipment outside the tank."

Zero waited till the tank reached the top of the hill before replying to her orders.

"Affirmative, Zero dismounting."

Getting up and leaving the relative safety of the tank, Zero dismounted, grabbing the Antennae and sensor equipment, and starting to deploy it ASAP. It wouldn't take her long to get it up, she had been trained with this equipment many times over and could set it up in her sleep almost. Once the equipment was up she took it upon herself to start scouting on foot.

"Zero proceeding on foot, will alert if anything found."

Still speaking in the cold, emotionless manner, nothing seemed to change her calm, focus, or even demeanor of how she worked. Taking off down the other side of the hill, Zero would recon anything down on that side of the hill before the rest of the armor started it's movement.


[member="FN-888"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]
 
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Vader's Castle​
Allies: Galactic Alliance and allied FUs [member="Liliane"]​
Enemies: First Order​
Directly Engaging/Nearby: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​
Gear: In signature​
The currents before her shifted, her head tilting to the side as a fresh gust of air disturbed the stagnant atmosphere of the lower castle. Someone had made a rather large demonstration of the Force, probably to unblock a caved-in magma tunnel... right where she sensed Connor and his allies. The currents brought something else too, words whispered to her mind...

"Why. Why do you have to be here.” "Let my allies pass. Deal with me. Put on a good show.”

She smiled to herself.

As though she was whispering in his ear, from behind him, came the quiet reply...

"Because I must be. Your allies do not have an agreement with me... if I encounter them... I will stop them..."

He would be coming now, and she was very much looking forward to it. She idly wondered if his allies would come too, to make the fight more interesting. Liliane Lancaster, that was the other Alliance member down here, and she would likely intercept one of Connor's allies at least. She would keep a tab on her, in case she felt imminent danger and need of help. Until then, she would continue to sit and draw power into herself, waiting for his arrival.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle
Allies: First Order & Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
In Vicinity:
[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]
[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Abraxas"]
[member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
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Though he had landed with the others at the second drop point, he was quick to note the immediate resistance to their entry. He'd been aware of the tactic which the senior Knight had elected to employ - a toxin that even the slightest exposure to could have dire consequences. He'd stood back from the small group as the grenades had been tossed but even then, he knew to funnel their entirety through the main entrance was folly. No doubt there would be other entrances, or at the very least concealed ventilation shafts - on a planet such as this, it would be a necessity. With a curt nod to Samka, his attention became focused elsewhere. The base of the castle. Already he knew there was a team heading towards the old magna tubes, those tunnels which had been channels for lava as it rushed to the surface - but there had to be another way save scaling the structure itself.

A subtle touch through the Force alerted his allies that he was bound for a different course. Such was the way of the Ren. When together they formed a formidable force, when on their own they were no less deadly, able to strike with accuracy - it appeared they had sent a plethora of force users to defend the bastion, and so he quickly dropped back further, taking the opportunity to drop into a small jagged cut in the earth. Dropping nimbly on his feet, he felt the hard earth beneath, the heat radiating from the blackened rock. No doubt the cut he stood in was at one time a lava channel, one that cut around the castle but now lay empty - perfect for traversing towards the faintest of familiar presences. It took him but a few seconds to mask his presence, at least marginally, and then he began making his way swiftly along the channel. His booted feet traversed the uneven terrain without much difficulty, a combination of his agility and attunement to the Force guiding each step as he ducked below small overhangs and leapt over small jutting chunks of cooled magma. Through the small respirator he wore his breaths became somewhat labored, the mask not ideal for heavy activity - soon though it wouldn't matter. The Type II atmosphere of Mustafar could potentially cause long term damage if the exposure was severe though that was the least of his worries at the moment.

As the Knight of Ren made his way closer to the Western approach which led to Vader's castle, he felt it again. That subtly familiar presence - where had it been... Lothal. During their expedition into Galactic Alliance held space the Ren had encountered a pair of Jedi, one encased in armor, the other not. It was easy to tell the difference between the two, the first aggressive, filled with a volatile heart - strange among the Jedi. The second was much less brazen, though not any less deadly. It was the latter he felt now, then quickly recoiled back into his own mind. It was likely too late, his presence had been revealed just the slightest though it could likely go unnoticed in a place filled with so dark an aura if he were lucky. On his back the Ren carried a pack, one large enough to carry the equipment he might need without being overly cumbersome. As per his usual, Castor had worn little in the way of heavy armor though he had opted to take a light armor which fit well enough and allowed for free movement. At around 5 kg, the weight was hardly noticeable. At his waist was the sheathed, Krigsgaldr - his alchemically created sword. One hand on its hilt to secure it while he moved, the other reaching forward as he clambered forward, purpose renewed at the familiar presence.

As he approached the Western wall his eyes were drawn upwards - that would be his entry point. Along the wall, cleverly concealed in the dark rock and orange glow of magma was a semi-translucent material - upon closer inspection Castor recognized it for what it was. A window. No doubt reinforced against most standard weapons fire it would take more than a simple blaster to breach it and his weapon of choice was a poor one for breaching, a saber perhaps but even then it had likely been built with the heat of lava in mind. His steps took him to the base of the darkened window, charred ash littering the lowermost portions. A mischievous grin crossed the Knight's features as he slung his pack to the ground, quickly retrieving one role of Flex-5 Detonite Tape. With practiced precision, he quickly applied the tape to a small portion of the window, a rough outline about the size of a man now taped to the exterior. in a flash, he taped a miniature remote detonated charge on the tape. *Now for the fun part.*

With a quick hop and a skip, the Ren had picked up his gear and ducked low behind a charred outcropping. A quick flick of a switch sending the signal that would cause the tape to explode. With any luck, he would have just blown a hole large enough for him to enter through in the somewhat concealed window. If he'd been correct, there was an open space beyond, if he was lucky? He'd have caught the familiar presence by surprise, if not - he would address the situation when he got there.

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:
Explosives
 
Location: Barkesh, Back of Jorus's Y-Wing
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koshka Scalvez"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

The redhead turned in the turret, letting the pilot and flight officer handle most of the coordination himself. Laira was little more than a hired on hand, her record the Underground and the Alliance was aware of had only one combat action listed on it and no official flight school training for Laira Darkhold from Bothawui. It was a small wonder she was attached to a more senior pilot, even if that pilot only looked to be about her age.

She turned the turret forward watching the sensor board and targeting screen, brushing her hair behind her ears and looking over Jorus's shoulder, watching him offhandedly. "You aren't so bad with the stick huh?" She commented, letting a little honey seep into her voice, something she learned from years of being mixed in with noble girls who knew exactly how to distract a man when she wanted to, and without being shot at just yet, now was the perfect time to try out messing with the young pilot.

He had dark hair, and wasn't carrying himself with the typical male machismo that she was used to and uninterested in, dark hair, and someone who she could feel in the Force which was always interesting at the very least given her interactions with the likes of Joza Perl and Runi Verin. She put her hands on the shoulder of his pilot's chair, "You're gonna take care of me right?" She asked leaning close to the headrest letting her breath hit his ear with a mischievous grin, but keeping her eyes on the sensor board so that they didn't exactly get caught off guard if First Order folks started falling in behind them. "Cause if you take care of me, I'll take care of the cannon." The princess in hiding was going to be spending her time in the air with the pilot shooting an Ion cannon and prodding him for a reaction and hopefully he would tell her how pretty he thought she was.
 
(I've sent a PM for OOC discussions. Still, though, I should post before things get too derailed. Sorry for not knowing the character placements.)

Ally (?): [member="Zmej Ren"]
Interlopers: [member="Alkor Centaris"] & [member="Atheus"]



Atheus said:
"Bastard! You better catch this!"

The Logic:
Do you know why fighter game parodies make fun of the act of yelling your attack move as or before you do it? It's because it's quite foolish to draw attention to yourself before attacking when you're not a tank. Speaking of games, if you've ever played Jedi Academy or Jedi Outcast, then you know all it takes is for one swipe of your lightsaber to knock away an opponent's lightsaber throw attack...unless you were to continue manipulating the lightsaber to continue an attack like Kreia did in KOTOR 2. Yet, it did not seem as though Atheus was putting in enough concentration for the later technique to be his action as he quickly switched to Alter Environment. Also, I'm on a hoverboard, dude. As for Ren, well, we all know that using Force powers on each other/other Force Users is not an instantaneous matter, but rather a matter of willpower and concentration.

The Action:

Upon hearing the expletive followed by a sarcastically hopeful command, Jack turned his head and cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. Here came another ambiguous morality sided Force User, yet this one was not nearly as intriguing as Alkor's brooding aura and tantalizing eyes. Those who meandered in the grey areas of the Force were most repulsive to Jack. He would rather someone either declare their opposition or alliance than try to sit on the fence; revel in the Dark or try to oppose it with the Light. Atheus' lightsaber, having to go both upwards and outwards to his spot in the middle of the air near the duel, was easily spotted as Jack's attention had been drawn to Atheus since he first wound up the saber throw. With a spin and a tell tale dull snap-hiss of his unique lightsaber, his lightsaber came up and batted the saber out of the air. Whether Atheus would return it to his hands or let it flail to the ground, Jack cared not.

Upon seeing the very magma from the nearby "rivers" come forth at Atheus' command, it didn't take long for Jack to know he was not interested. He was moving his hoverboard to place the duel between himself and Lava Girl Guy as soon as he saw the magma come forth from the banks. If Atheus wanted to continue to spray him, he was going to have to expend more force energy and concentration to reach Jack and risk magma falling on his own friend's head. Jack was not a dum dum in the least. If Atheus wanted a proper duel, Jack was going to make sure that they weren't doing it next to the insta-kill environment hazard that Atheus so clearly had mastery of. Being on a hover board augmented by his Core Force Powers (namely Move) allowed you freedom of movement like that by sacrificing offense.

Would the opposition likely think that Jack was being a little schutta? Most definitely. Did Jack care? No. If he surmised that now was the time to play Knick Knack Paddy Whack with his lightsaber, than he would have already done so. Manipulation and trickery was a long game. It was understandable that those caught up in the heat of battle would not be able to maintain a clear enough mind to understand such subtleties.

And then, betrayal.

A certain sneaky Ren thought she could reach out and manipulate Jack quickly without his knowing before it was too late. As most Knights were able to sense the manipulation of the Force with relative ease, Jack's eyes quickly narrowed as he sensed the Ren's offense towards him. He instinctively dropped the voice act to fully concentrate on defending himself through the force. Her Force influence snaked out towards him and tried to ensnare him, make him her ragdoll. She was a misguided fool for she clearly knew too little of her enemies before she picked fights with them.

As a padawan in the One Sith, Jack had received training from many sources during his time amongst them; most notably from his former master Darth Erebos (I'm seriously not trying to milk the Darth Erebos thing. Referencing him just crops up naturally in my mind as I write and he's a really cool guy, so sorry if it comes across as annoying). Yet, one particular night, Jack (among other padawans and knights) was receiving training under Darth Pyrrhus himself. However, as means to punish Jack for some frivolity or another, Pyrrhus had decided to snatch Jack up with Force Move and humiliate him by literally tossing him out of the class room. Jack was, most definitely, humiliated.

It had become a marking moment in his life; one of anger and seething hatred that spurred him to become stronger. Naturally, the primary area he decided to train in, after that incident, was to build his willpower and raise his ability to defend against such manipulations as strong as he could. In fact, it was one of the reasons why his list of known Force abilities was much lower than other Knights.

There was scant denying that she was a mighty fiesty one as their invisible tendrils of the Force clashed and struggled: she desiring to upset his position and general well-being and he using the majority of his concentration to deny her. Her attempt was valiant okay, but her being in a duel meant that she could not possibly hope to manage the level of concentration as he could as he comfortably stood atop his hover board. Whether she directly assaulted his hover board or his own personage, he could certainly manage to deny her efforts whilst Alkor clearly charged her with two lightsabers in hands and intent to maim and/or kill that could be sensed through the Force.

"You waste your time against me, Ren! Waste is inefficient! Inefficient is weak! Do not pretend to be a weakling or you'll deserve to be skewered by our dark brethren here!"

He was yelling in a normal way, now, though it would be filled with more frustration and anger than commanding purpose. He also deserved to show this impudent Grey Warden what for, but it would never do to take on two problems at once. One at a time was good enough, especially on this hell hole of a planet. In the back of his mind, he imagined a Darkshear with Atheus' name on it...

Alkor was amazeballs entrancing. He was unlike any of the insincere Galactic Alliance stooges he'd ever come across. He was a true vessel of dark side power. At first, this man had worn petty scraps of grey and light about him; trying to deny the darkness around. Thankfully, he'd shed such ignorant trappings to truly reveal himself for the magnificence that lay within: a juggernaut of power, an avatar of sincere intent, a man who is, ultimately, true to himself. Despite the trying circumstances, his glee rushed anew.
 
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Location: Space > Mining facility
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | @HK-36 | @Ultimatum | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | Et al.

War... what is it good for?

A whole lot of things actually.

He hated it, of course. Personally if Locke had the option, he would have erased all wars and just sit on a bench somewhere tropical with drinks. But that wasn't an option, especially not when you were the one being warred against. The First Order had conquered Kaeshana and now... now they were here, knocking down their door.

Now they were standing in a cruiser, in space, as another wave of reinforcement to try and protect their own planets.

He had packed up, armored and helmet latched on, but that was just the first few things on the list. There wasn't a speech, nothing to inspire some kind of triumph or get their blood flowing.

Just a hurry up and they were inside the ship.

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With a thunk Locke settled himself down next to the pilot, co-pilot seat. It wasn't his preferred placement, he would have rather been the one piloting, but apparently being a SIS agent didn't give you all the options. Sometimes you just needed to buck up and let things go, besides... apparently this one was a good one.

"I hear you are one of the best. Rogue Squadron?"
 
BARKHESH SOUTH

[member="Laira Vereen"]

Under Jorus' helmet, his eyebrows rose and kept rising. He glanced at the hands on his shoulders.

"Kid, my wife's got boots older than you. We're gonna be making an attack run in about two minutes. Until then, keep it in your pants."

The Y-wing accelerated as well as it could, which was a pretty decent rate, north of two thousand gravities if Jorus remembered right. It still couldn't get them there fast enough. He'd never, not ever, looked at enemy ships on a sensor screen with such longing for proximity.

It didn't help that his newly rejuvenated body, endocrine system included, was younger than his daughter. Well, feth.
 
Location: Barkesh, Back of Jorus's Y-Wing
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koshka Scalvez"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

Laira's eyebrows raised and the redhead leaned back in her chair with an audible huff. The first man who wasn't completely stereotypical was married so young, bummer for the princess but that didn't make her invisible. "Sweethearts married after finishing school hmmm, at least its romantic." she murmured, a little disappointed that she was being brushed off so quickly again. While a few of her adventuring partners had been more than willing to return her compliments and flirtatiousness, others had not been so kind.

She blew air up at her bangs hanging over her forehead with a little exasperation. "I've got some old jewels in a box somewhere, too. I've been known to wear them if prompted by the right person." Not that a married man was the right person, and that would require a change in her tactics if she was going to get noticed. "What is she like? Pretty figure, long hair, dreamy eyes? or is she not like me?" Laira grinned, stroking her own ego just a little bit to compensate for Jorus refusing to. She wasn't the most well traveled or informed person, names like Merrill, Kerrigan, Talith didn't really register with the fairly sheltered princess in hiding.

Her hands pulled off Jorus' shoulder and back down to the control stick, letting her fingers get used to the ergonomic controls for the turret and her presence expand and flow into and through the vehicle. Hopefully he was as good a pilot as he was at ignoring her.
 
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Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment:
Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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Zmej hissed like an irritated viper after her attempts did not produce the desired results, fuelling her fury further. Angrily eyeing the man who continued to fly around and spout obsessed ramblings, she let her raised hand fall down, gravely disappointed and silently promising she’d have his head once this ended. How did he get so glued to the hovering craft, anyway? If a powerful telekinetic grab could not shake him off while the transport continued to move on its own, nothing would. Faced with a choice whether to continue her efforts at turning the fake ally into a living shield or addressing the man wielding two lightsabers and charging her, the knight of Ren shifted her attention to the incoming danger, raising the cross-shaped weapon above her head and letting its cracking, violently humming beam of unstable energy illuminate the plating of her armour. Mere moments separated the two from impact. He was fast, too. Those two sabers of his would be most challenging to deal with, no doubt about that.

Memories of training flooded her mind. It all came rushing back to the teenage Ren, the theory, the practice. No longer a barbaric swine that brutalized Makashi with her crude, wide swings. She realized that trying to overpower a full grown man was pointless and instead of meeting his strike head on, which would likely break through her defences and also leave her open to his secondary weapon, Zmej opted to parry. Nothing overly powerful – simply emphasizing on his diagonal angle by hitting it from the side and pushing her blade forward to directly endanger him by her plasma beam’s pointing tip while demonstrating the famous Makashi footwork by sidestepping in the opposite direction to avoid facing the same on her end. Aware of his second weapon though, the young Ren did not turn the parry into an attack. Withdrawing as fast as she could, Zmej devoted a portion of her controlled rage into entangling an invisible telekinetic rope around the man’s neck in hopes it would give his windpipe a distracting squeeze.

Before the Makashi duelist dared to fully devote herself to lightsaber combat, she needed to test alternate solutions.

Close combat had its positives though. Engaging in melee with one meant the other could not effectively shower her in hot magma without risking his friend’s life. As long as it remained that way, Zmej was safe, provided she kept both of them in one line, effectively utilizing her current opponent as a wall to protect her from his friend’s weaponry. Her armour’s been made to protect her from the searing plasma of lightsaber blades, which bolstered the knight’s confidence as well. Not that she’d purposely get hit to test the plate suit’s capabilities, but she could afford a mistake or two without losing a limb. Unless he knew how to penetrate the nearly impenetrable shell shielding her vulnerable body, that is.
 
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Allies: [member="Atheus"], [member="Keira Ticon"]

Her reaction time was marvelous; not because she was quick enough to parry, but because she had the presence of mind to attempt a distracting blow. Her reliance on the Force for twisted tactics reminded him instantly of Eversio, a man who oft used Telekinesis in tandem with his blade to lethal effect. Distractions that caused missteps were drastically more lethal in close combat. Alkor felt the tightness constrict his throat, and further recognized the fleeting nature of it.

If she could hold the grip under duress, his instincts told him, she deserved to have it. Their blades crashed together and crackled loudly, and the Knight of Ren made a tactical step backward and attempted to shunt his blade uselessly away. Alkor capitalized on the enhancement of his momentum to counterattack.

His left handed blade instantly followed in the wake of their initial contact, the white beam of plasma essentially coaxing her own weapon along in the same way she had intended to control his. In the same motion, Alkor freed Atheus' blade in a controlled arc, seemingly away from the woman entirely.

As his body twisted in a blur of motion, that blade came up, around, and down toward the Dark Knight's flank.

He left the other Knights and their Sith allies to Atheus, who he knew would prevent them from interfering in this deadly dance. Once it was finished, Alkor would address his ally and they could move forward.
 

Leos Palle

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Location: Mustafar
He acknowledged both [member="Joza Perl"] and [member="Hazel Zanteres"] with a nod. He didn't know them, but he suspected he soon would. There was another, [member="Anika Nygaard"], that was also traveling with them. Four people willing to go to the lava world of Mustafar. More than he expected, but less than he wished for. A small sigh passed between his lips before he turned his gaze outside towards the stars. Nothing was ever destined to be easy, regardless. They were going to have their hands full no matter which world they went to if someone was attacking the Alliance. Though they had no official intel, he was certain it was likely to be the First Order, their closest material enemy.

When the ship exited hyperspace and made for the planet, he noted his thoughts confirmed.

"First Order," he noted to no one in particular as they ran the gauntlet and descended down to the planet.

Once they settled and the others began to rise, he did the same, making sure his armband was strapped on tightly so that it wouldn't fall off and he be deemed a combatant. They were strictly there to be a peaceful relief force. Offering assistance to the wounded of both sides, even if they might personally disagree with one. While the others disembarked, he turned his head to the Zeltron, a woman he could tell was the most senior of the group by her bearing, and pointed off to the capital.

"I'll be heading that way. If you need me, call for me."

Slinging a pack over his shoulders, he strapped it on tightly. Within were numerous medical supplies and other bits and baubles that he might need to help people. And with that, he turned to head off to the city. It was just the way he was. Run towards the battle. Move practically. Waste little time. Besides, people needed help. He was sure of it.
 
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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle, Sith Temple
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Anika Nygaard"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Gear: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor
All Kyrel felt at this moment was tremendous excitement, he would show these false faces of the past true power, He immediately went on the defensive, as the first to approach was Galen Marek. He matched the droid blow for blow, as he tried using the Shien style of Form V against him, and with Kyrel's knowledge of Soresu it made it near impossible to touch him. He kept his stance firmly planted to the ground as he concentrated on his anger to boost his defense, parrying each attack with little ease, the dark side fueling his anger making him a tank in the face of such combat. Sparks flew as the blades clashed, and ionized smoke from the duels caused the air to reek of it. He remained patient waiting for the right moment to strike, than when he saw his opening he took it. As the droid was attempting to make a horizontal slash across the hull of his armor, Kyrel responded in kind with a move stabbing the droid in the chest. Sparks flew immediately as the droid was impaled, and looked at Kyrel as if he had seen a ghost. Kyrel quickly removed the saber from the droid's chest as he slumped over ending the illusion of Marek, and going back to it's original form.


He than raised his saber and waited for the next opponent, and than out of nowhere Darth Maul attempted a leaping slash with his saberstaff, Kyrel quickly stepped back, He than returned in kind as Maul, recovered from the jump, Kyrel attempted a falling avalanche strike with one hand, the impact of the blade against Maul's caused him to kneel as he tried pushing Kyrel back. He managed to push Kyrel back a few inched before, Kyrel resumed his assault, attempting to push him back into the crowd, Maul's face was wrought with anger, as he growled at Kyrel, his tattooed face reminded him as if he was looking at a demon, a complete monster, but Kyrel was impressed believing that he could take a cheap imitation of a being long dead with little effort. That is when Maul countered breaking Kyrel's onslaught, and attempting to hit Kyrel with the hilt of the staff. Kyrel fell back before countering, with raging vertical slash he cut Maul in half automatically turning the droid back to it's original form.


Droid Vader and Droid Sidious watched as the battle progressed between the dark duo, and fearsome horde. Sidious did not look impressed as he conversed with Vader. "The boy does possess some skill Lord Vader, perhaps we should intervene to give him a true challenge." The droid Vader looked on, as if he had seen something. He than responded with uncertainty evident in his tone. "I think not Master, It seems we have company." He said pointing to three figures entering the room. Kyrel was busy fending off the Illusion of Roan Shryne, as after the few first blows between the crimson and emerald blades that Kyrel was easily able to decapitate the droid sending him falling over to the ground.

Kyrel looked around and noticed to be a blonde haired woman enter the room, as soon as he saw her, he immediately felt a disturbance in the force, and allowed the force to guide his actions causing him to leap upwards to his right, as what looked to be projectile rounds were fired, and went into the droids that were taking on the forms of Sha Koon, and what looked to be Ezra Bridger klling them, and making them shut down. Kyrel frantically looked around at the three beings as he held his lightsaber close to him. One thought came to his head as the blood boiled within his mangled body. 'Jedi'

Kyrel took a moment to examine his options, as he was now surrounded by Sith Training droids taking on the faces of the past, and now three Jedi enter the room, he thought to himself as he tried to figure a way out, not wishing to engage the Jedi just yet till he finds what the voice in his head has been speaking to him. He thought to himself angrily. 'Blast, this is too soon, the Jedi are here and now I have no way out. No! I must find what I seek, I am Kyrel Ren, I will not fall before the steps of machines and pretenders.' Meanwhile the droids stopped, as they now focused on the new comers taking the stances like the illusions they were, The False Palpatine smirked as an idea came to him, he looked to False Vader and said with tone that sounded pleased. "Apprentice, let's allow the others to go and face these Jedi." The false Vader looked at him the surprise clearly heard from his voice. "Why Master??? Are you considering on letting the boy escape?" Palpatine responded calmly without a hint of worry, and seemed as if had everything under control. "Yes I am Apprentice, We shall let our prey escape, and than allow us the opportunity and bringing him before the Master. He would be most pleased with the offering." If not we will end his life." Vader merely bowed his head, respecting his Master's wishes as such he was programmed to, the Droid Sidious than gave a nod to a droid resembling the Jedi Rebel known as Kanan Jarrus, and so moved into attack the three avoiding Kyrel.

They're weren't that many droids left but what did attack the three was, Kanan Jarrus, Ahsoka Tano, Count Dooku, and even Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, as well as Cin Dralling and Sera Keto. The bunch advanced on the three distracting them, and leaving Kyrel to move in using burst of speed he said to Stardust as he made his way towards entrance using the time that was given to him. "Hurry, we must take this oppurtunity while we still can. We must go deeper into the Temple." He said the urgency was clear in his tone, as he went towards the entrance and made a left to the hall way that was leading away from the room. He concentrated on the force to make himself faster, despite the weight of his suit, which made his efforts little at best to even run, but he was quickly getting away from the chaos that was happening in the room. As the battle was going on, that is when the Droids posing as Vader and Sidious made there move, they slipped past the fight, and attempted to go after the pair as Sidious looked to Vader. "Come Apprentice, it is time for a hunt." He cackled as Vader nodded, than the two mechanical killing machines began their chase after the two through the narrow hall ways.

Meanwhile in the darkest depths of the temple, the source of the dark power that contaminated the place came from a room covered in darkness and than torches around the room, began to light up revealing a room covered with ancient trinkets, the room resembled that of a great hall if you will, there were many items such as ancient pottery, scrolls, armor, books and ancient ceremonial weapons that were believed to hold great power. Within the middle of the room held a coffin, covered in dust, and eroded by the passage of time, it carried ancient writing that none from the present couldn't decipher but one thing was for sure. The dark side was everywhere in the room emerging from the coffin. It was filled with a darkness which some could feel it and it felt chilling to the bone, as if freezing cold could paralyze you due to the amount of power it was emanating.

The battle between the dark and and light, had unforeseen consequences, It was making something long buried reawaken once again. Inside the coffin a being started to awaken again, His eyes opened as he looked around at his dark prison. The being thought to himself curiously. "I have awakened again. After eight hundred years of sleep since this place had been abandoned." The coffin than began to shake and rattle, as the dark side energies began to take a hold of the box, it struggles to contain the darkness but than explodes sending the top part to break to pieces, as a dark shadowy figure emerges. His legs touch the ground even though he looked to be a shadowy apparition, his feet merely gave him the illusion as if he was standing like a living being. He looked around studying his surrounding, and than a dark grin crossed his lips as he remembered tempting the armored man and his companion to walk the halls with the attempt to trick the man to free him, but the battle going on the surface caused such turmoil within the force, that it allowed the figure to break free. The shadow said to himself. "Soon he will be mine, Soon I will live again." He finished with a sadistic laugh as he began to place his plan in motion for the armored dark sider.
 
Location: Barkesh North
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Enemies: Engaging [member="Braith Achlys"]
Gear: Phrik armour (in sig), bolter, magnetic revolver, sonic pistol, anti-forcer+ forcebreaker grenades, wrist flamer, lightsabre, Seraph shield.


The elf's blue eyes fell upon the Mirialan. It was always a smart idea to be decent to healers and medics because if you got bits blown off, your life tended to be in their hands! The look of disapproval did not escape the Eldorai, but her grim expression remained unchanged. She was a soldier by both profession and calling, trained to destroy the enemies of her people.


"Kaida Taldir, Angelii," she responded evenly, giving the other woman a nod of acknowledgement. The full translated title of the Angelii was the Heavenly and Wrathful Angels of the Great Goddess Ashira! This awfully pretentious name was so long-winded that it was only used on the stuffiest of formal occasions.


Her jaw clenched slightly. Kaida was no empath and her Force senses were basic, but she had good instincts. Moreover, waiting was making her impatient. Perhaps it was also guilt over Kaeshana.


No new information had been forthcoming, but reports spoke of ships landing near the old temple valley. She doubted that they were friendly. "I'll take a fighter and scout ahead in the valley." That might not have been the most sensible course of action, but she was a doer.


Quickly she made her way down the landing pad. Her piloting skills were nothing to brag about, but they were sufficient to keep her from crashing, barring unforeseen circumstances. Soon the flying craft took off from the pad and launched itself into the sky, shooting towards the valley. If she were a Jedi, perhaps she would have said something along the lines that she followed the pull of the Force, but Eldorai did not believe in the concept of an all-encompassing energy field that possessed a will of its own.


A Jedi might wonder how they could serve the Light and thus do good, but an Angelii would wonder how she could serve the Goddess Ashira and her chosen viceory the Star Queen. The answer tended to be quite simple since they were soldiers charged with fighting in the Queen's name. Except, Kaida had long abandoned all faith in any higher power. She'd seen too much, even before Kaeshana was devastated, to believe there was a benevolent, all-powerful deity out there. Or that the Eldorai had a divinely ordained manifest destiny.


What was left was dedication to her people, no matter how many times the Eldorai disappointed her through narrow-minded xenophobia and the pointless, absurd game of thrones their aristos indulged in. Such thoughts were far from her mind as her fighter shot through the air, flying low. The sensation she felt through the Force intensified as she, unconsciously, steered it towards the clearing where a certain Braith Achlys had landed.
 
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Allies: [member="Commander Lusk"] | @Pharzon Draken | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"]
Enemies: @Hk-34 | @Six-0 | [member="Draco Vereen"] | @Ultimatum
Objective: Approach Mining Platform
Post: II
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.

"Alright boys," The pilot announced on the intercom, "We're gonna have to divert course, we have reports from the ground that our original LZ is gonna be a little hot." The pilot reported, "So we're moving about half a click out. Sorry for the delay, we'll be arriving shortly. ETA is three minutes." '

Rexus felt his breaths becoming hitched. The stormtrooper gazed at his men. They were sullen, silent. Most starred at their shoes, while others toyed with their weapons. He knew the feeling, and knew what needed to be done. Rexus unsealed his helmet, and let it fall to ground with a slight clatter. The noise caused all stormtroopers to look up at their CO. "Alrighty lads, here's the go." Rexus began, addressing the compliment of stormtroopers in front. "For some of you, this is your first karker, but for you virgins among us, here's the deal." This elicited a chuckle among the troops, something Rexus paused to allow them to do, "This is gonna be pretty hardcore, we all know that, but what I need from each and everyone of you, is our best."

"Some of you have undoubtedly read about Kaeshana, most of you were there." He said, his eyes locking with each visor, "But we won, because of our endurance, our sacrifice, and most importantly teamwork. Look to the men either side of you, these guys, they are your lifeline, and you theres. Each and everyone of you has a responsibility to do your best, if not for your own survival, theirs." He paused, "We are the Gundark Gunners, the toughest motherkarkers to fight the Alliance. We gave them the bloodiest nose they've ever had, and we will do it again." Rexus raised his right fist, "Hoorah!"

"Hoorah!"
The stormtroopers roared. Rexus picked up his helmet, and resealed it, before turning to face the door.


"Alright boys, we are touching down, imminently on Mustafar," The pilot buzzed over the intercom, "It is a nice sunny sixty two degrees with extra chance lava-ry explosions," The lander landed with a thud, and the door hissed open. Already, the troopers could feel the burn of intense heat from behind their insulated suits, "Good luck, and kick some ass boys." The pilot said. Rexus' combat instincts kicked in, and he began to run out, rifle close to his chest. He scanned the horizon, and reached for his voice comms activated by the side of the helmet.

"This is Captain Wenck with Gundark Element One, we were delayed but are now half a click out from the mining facility. Any updates would be appreciated, over."
 
Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]


He looked up, "Ayyee there's the guy." Rebel looked up when he heard his name called by Trex. "Roger that." he strolled off shrugging his shoulders at the staff. As he trailed off, "I told you I don't do rough drafts..."

Strapping on the rest of his gear, he headed through the doors to see the Mirialan up ahead that sort of matched his description. Slapping his wrist guard, and checking for his lightsaber he approached the group

"So this' the scout gang huh?" he said with a dry voice, a subtle smirk across his face. "The names Rebel..." He nodded as the U-Wing came in. He took a deep breath, he'd never been in a situation of this scale before...but he was sort of built to be a scout of some sort. Maybe that's why he was assigned here; the work of Trex no doubt. He couldn't complain about being with a friend though.
 
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Location: En Route to Barkhesh's surface
Objective: Blow up the Alliance base and collect Jedi Skulls for the Skull Throne
Allies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"], [member="Koshka Scalvez"]

Enemies: [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Laira Vereen"]
Equipment:

Explosions rocked the transport, their muffled detonations were only barely outdone by the warning klaxon that now pervaded the transport's hold. It was all just noise to him, distant and inconsequential, and he did not move as the ship bobbed and weaved through the thickest anti-air screen he'd encountered in all his years of conducting war. The Dark Side coursed through his body, seeping from every vein to stain his blood black with rage.

Power exuded visibly, the air undulating with latent energy as he exerted his will upon the material universe. He raised both hands high above his head, his armor creaking with the movement, and contorted his fingers to produce various signs and symbols in the darkened hold. With his mind's eye he expanded beyond the cramped confines of the ship and became aware of all that was being conducted against him. He could smell the pilot's in their fighters, sense their heartbeat and hear their ragged breaths of elevation as they made pass after pass.

Other transport fell to their might, but he would not be blown out of the sky even before his boots hit the ground. Further approach to the base left them vulnerable to more concentrated fire zones, so they would have to set down outside of the perimeter. With a wave of his left hand he took control of the shuttle pilot's minds, commanding them to crash land in a less dense area of the forest leading up to the Alliance base. With a wave of his right he sought to grip the enemy pilot's minds with unfathomable fear and terror, seeking to drive them to succumb to insanity and destroy themselves and those they fought alongside.

Undoubtedly this would only work on some, he dare not exert too much energy for this simple trick. As the ground neared he braced himself and enveloped himself, as well as the others in the hold, in a powerful barrier of shimmering Force energy that would shield them from most of the impact and destruction of the shuttle as it suicided into the ground. The rest of the way would be fought on foot, where his power and skill would be at its zenith.
 

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Location: Orbit over Mustafar, inbound to mining facility.
Objective: Capture Mining Facility
Allies: First Order ([member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="BE-183"],[member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Heidi Ziegler"],[member="Pharazon Draken"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Preliat Mantis"])
Opposition: Galactic Alliance ([member="HK-36"], [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Draco Vereen"],


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As the RAF (Republic Armed Forces) escort group connected with the transport wing on their way down to Mustafar, a single LSR would break off from the main body to establish itself in a orbit overhead the Mensix Mining Facility at high altitude. For the local air mission, it would effectively function as AWACS, taking point tracking surface and aerial objects with its powerful sensor suite, while also conducting battlespace management of friendly air assets. With its active and passive camouflage systems, it would be difficult to detect as long as it stuck to passive sensors, especially with the air and space so congested at the moment.

“Darkstar to all units, now checking in,” the senior controller announced over the secure Huginn network, the quantum communication method impossible to detect or intercept by normal means.Looks like the party started without us. Friendlies inbound to engage bandits.”

Moments later, flights of Fencerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103245-kf-01-fencer-droid-starfighter/ drones and GAT-12j Blastboats would break through the black clouds to duke it out with the waves of enemy fighters harassing drop ships and friendly ground forces. The Fencers began jamming the Awes while rushing forward to engage them at close range with their Auto-Rippers, while Blastboats targeted them with their tractor beams to severely degrade their maneuverability as the Fencers moved in for the kill.

As AA fire was being reported from the mining facility itself, some Fencers directed the energy of their jammers right on the location to degrade the accuracy of the emplacements. Signatures from targeting sensors were logged for [SIZE=11pt]later[/SIZE] attack. The Fencers could probably make short work of the emplacements, but as current ROE stressed capturing the mining facility intact, the RAF group would not risk damage by direct unless ground commanders specifically called for such action.

Shortly after coming on [SIZE=11pt]station[/SIZE], Darkstar would receive the distress call being squawked by the Frontrunner, designated as “Nebula”. The senior controller did a double take upon studying the transmission, recognizing the ship to be the personal transport of the Grand Moff of the entire friggin First Order. Transponder codes confirmed it.

While trying not to ponder too hard about why VIPs were in the area of operation in the first place, she began checking through current assets for a CSAR mission.

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As expected, Art’s group would incur losses on the way down, Alliance fighters trying desperately to thin out her ranks before they could make planetfall. For several minutes, it was just a long continuous strings of pings as one subordinate after another was killed. That was fine, so long as her losses remained within projected levels.

Upon every confirmed KIA, a message would be issued to the personnel departments of Corrections and the FOSB to prep replacements to send down the training pipeline. By her next engagement, her ranks would be completely filled once more, with capable marines that required no break-in phase for unit cohesion. There would be no “FNGs” or rookie as they were called. They were all in tip-top fighting shape on day one.

The pings drew down to slow ticks as the transport group made it through the worst of it breaking through the atmosphere. They entered at the outer edges of the battlespace, well out of the effective range of the previously detected emplacements based at the mining facility, coming in low enough to hug the surface of the terrain as the way towards their destination. Their dedicated escort flights mantained altitude for interdiction and to attract heat from AA their way in place of the gunships.

Approximately 17
[SIZE=11pt]percent casualties[/SIZE] incurred so far, not including the auxiliaries, though they all seemed to be fine nestled within the center of the formation with her. She was doing a little better than projected. She frowned, feeling some shallow form of disappointment in her calculations. Something to work on before her next assignment.

“Darkstar to Pelicans (LAATs), I have a CSAR mission for you. Requesting some assets be diverted to cover Nebula. It’s currently [SIZE=11pt]downed[/SIZE] in Killbox K3.”

“AR-3572 to Darkstar,” Art replied with a crisp Imperial accent. “I can spare a couple LAAT/chttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Low_Altitude_Assault_Transport/carrier for CSAR. They’re carrying mobile shield generators.”

“Perfect. Looks like other ground units are already converging on the location (Draken), so that should just about do it. On the topic of shields, I’ve looking at a previous request (Heidi) for coverage. Think you can help them out, too?”

“As soon as I get to [SIZE=11pt]ground[/SIZE], then I’ll be happy to assist.”

“Wait, hold on, advance units are reporting sudden seismic activity.”

“Darkstar, our Battlelordshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38457-one-sith-battlelord/ are picking up on something right now, actually,” a [SIZE=11pt]Sicarrii[/SIZE] http://starwarsrp.net/topic/105878-sicarrii-dashade-commandos/officer chimed in, “Just before you reported on the seismic activity. Coming right from the factory.”

[SIZE=11pt]Well[/SIZE] I’ll be damned. Looks like it’s going to be one of those days…”

At [SIZE=11pt]Kaeshana[/SIZE], the First Order had been witness to the awesome and terrible might of the Force Adepts of the Galactic Alliance, but here they didn’t even have any Ren to assist. They had all been deployed to another region.

“Not if we handle it now,” the Dashade said. “I’ll [SIZE=11pt]can[/SIZE] go in with my Dragoons and take care of business. That’s what we’re here for.”

“Alright. AR, I’m going to recommend that your group sit in a holding pattern until we figure out what’s going on, aside from the Pelicans you’re sending to K3. That mission is critical.”

“Roger,” she replied. “Reaper ([SIZE=11pt]Sicarrii[/SIZE]), I’m releasing you to neutralize the hostile psionics at the facility. Central has interest collecting them for study, so if there’s the option, then bring them in alive.”

“No promises, but I’ll see what I can do.” He had no intention of doing it, they both knew. Just a formality. A corpse was still a valuable specimen for [SIZE=11pt]dissection.[/SIZE]

So most of the LAATs
[SIZE=11pt]elevated to [/SIZE]join the air battle with the Fencers and Blastboats against the enemy fighters, filling the black and red sky with brilliant emerald lances of particles beams and the grey plumes of missiles. From half opened bay doors, marines would take shots at enemy fighters with PLX launchers. While not the most ideal weapon for the job, they were better than nothing, throwing another curveball the defender’s way.

LAAT containing units of Dragoonshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/82789-yinchori-dragoons/ and [SIZE=11pt]Sicarrii[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] continued to fly low to avoid the AA emplacements, disgorging their troop complements as they nearly reached their destination, There would be a few moments of [/SIZE]tumbling through the ash flecked air before they kicked in their flight systems to cover the last leg of the trip to the mining facility.

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