Operation: Annihilate Blue [Iron Empire Dominion of Roxuli Hex]

Zeradias Mant · Aug 3, 2017

R O X U L I

Throughout the establishment and expansion of the Iron Empire, there have always been Chiss insurrectionists unhappy with the state of affairs with the rise of Baelor. The Chiss Ascendancy has been quick to condemn the actions of the splinter group, which was responsible for the assassination of the Governor of Ornfra and attempted kidnapping of the Emperor's niece, Aster. After facing a barrage of swift defeats at the hands of Iron Imperial forces, the insurrectionists seemed to have finally been crushed. After months of peace and prosperity, the Iron Empire has thrived, but only recently has a threat been rediscovered.

The Iron Imperial Security Bureau in coordination with naval assets has tracked down the final remnants of the rogue Chiss. The Emperor has mobilized the Iron Imperial military and the Iron Legion to put and end to the insurrection.

Too long have the innocent shed blood at the cost of petty squabbles and oppressive regimes. The Iron Empire will put and end to that bloodshed.

Zeradias Mant · Aug 3, 2017

ISV Resolute
Roxuli System
High Orbit

A fleet of star destroyers warped into the Roxuli system, each ship larger than the last. Aboard his flagship, the ISV Resolute, Zeradias peered out the window aboard the bridge and looked down at the sphere, slowly rotating. It started with the Sons of Csilla on Ornfra, quickly quelled by the Iron Imperial Marines. Then the insurgency on Miasma, the same one that made an attempt on the emperor's life and orchestrated the kidnapping of the Princess Aster. It was assumed that the insurgency was finally crushed with the swift defeat of their fleet over Miasma. After a sweep of the ship, there was no information indicating otherwise - though there were terrabytes of corrupted data, accessed remotely from off the ship, though it couldn't have been from outside the system. Zeradias had suspected the self-proclaimed pirate king, but with the investigation still underway, his suspicion was still unconfirmed.

Fortunately, the Iron Imperial Security Bureau had been hard at work attempting to recover the corrupted data. They were largely unsuccessful, recovering only scattered fragments of seemingly useless data. However, it only seemed useless. After weeks in the cryptology labs, it was discovered what much of the data held - the location to their true holdout. It wasn't their flagship, and it wasn't some ragtag outpost or base on Miasma or Tera Lush. It was a stronghold, quite literally, on the system of Roxuli. How it had escaped the notice of the Iron Empire and their Ascendancy partners for so long was a mystery.

That ended today.

"Odion.", Zeradias said. He didn't raise his voice, but it was becoming widely known in the navy that when the CNO was present, people needed a second set of ears just to hear the grand admiral.

"Yes, sir?"

"You may begin when ready."

With a grin and nod, Odion bowed politely before returning to the crew on the bridge. With a raised voice, he translated Zeradias' silence into commands.

"Send the corvettes into low orbit and commence strafing. Scramble the fighters and prepare to launch assault and shuttle craft."

With several 'aye ayes', the servicemen and women of the Resolute began moving with the utmost sense of urgency to execute the Captain Odion Black's orders. It was nigh time to promote the man, Zeradias knew. He had been his right hand for the greater part of his career, and the synergy they shared was irreplaceable. Odion watched the crew for a few moments before returning to Zeradias' side.

"Who will be joining us on the expedition down?"

Théodred Heavenshield · Aug 5, 2017

ISV Resolute
Roxuli System
High Orbit

[member="Zeradias Mant"]

"That would be me and the Iron Legion Captain Odion", Theo entered the bridge pulling off his gloves before shoving them into his pockets. He walked directly to the two men commanding the fleet. "Grand Admiral Mant, a pleasure as always", he gave him a swift bow of his head placing fist over heart giving it a good thump. "I trust the Iron Legion transports will be ready?".

The stronghold of this insurgency is formidable to say the least and it would take a good deal of effort from not only the Legion but all the military. And they knew the Iron Empire was coming. The Legionaires were prepared and ready awaiting orders and eager to get underway. No one had forgot the attempt of assassination of the Emperor, nor the kidnapping of Lady Aster Rose, and nor would it be forgiven. They had been lucky, or maybe the force had a hand in their safety but the force is fickle and they may not be so lucky next time.

Theo was prepared as well, and will lead his men and women from the front line. He cut a fine figure in his Praetor's armour, a Midvinter sword on his belt coupled with his sabers. His first and most trusted, Belawir and Ice, a gift from his padawan Kiriko. His long black curly hair pulled back and secured, reveal his face and many of the scars achieved through battle from as far back as childhood. He rolled his shoulders standing tall and limber ready for the coming battle. He did not relish it, lives would be lost today from both sides and that is never something to overlook. The duty of responsibility, all the good and bad that goes with this station compounded on days like these. One life lost is one too many, especially the lives of his men and women under his command.

But everyone knows the risks and everyone is prepared to take them.

Estro Sabrino · Aug 5, 2017

[member="Zeradias Mant"]

The Castamere

Entering Deployment Orbit

"Well now, look at that lovely little piece of hell," Estro Sabrino declared from the planning room aboard The Castamere. The ship tended to carry his forces, at the command of the capable Captain Rinalo Fibuli. The men around the holographic display all sneered like their general at the chiss insurgency. Perhaps there was arrogance in those looks but it was born of professional and elite training ground into them by the gold handed general.

"Its a nasty setup, lots of tunnels and subterranean complexes. We'll be fighting corridor to corridor," replied Cal Tro, one of the Golden Lion colonels as he brought up the initial deep scans they'd managed to get from some early probe droid deployments that had quietly preceded the Grand Admiral's thrust into the region.

"Bold lot, digging in like this but they assume we're going to play fair," Sabrino noted with a cold smile. His men returned it as he tapped in the commands to pull up the schematics of several large tunneling droids. "Who'd have thought refurbished ancient droids would be of use?"

His colonels laughed some with their Brigadier, raising their spirits before the brutal battle ahead. The Golden Lions were an elite division, trained by a ruthless and cunning man who some said had seen too much war. For his part, Sabrino couldn't argue with that but now it wasn't about money. This had become about legacy, about what good he could do in the years left to him to make up for all the horrific things he had done in his early life. The droids were actually from Miasma where Sabrino had commissioned them for deep boring into the surface to begin work on its first planetary habitats. It was a pity to turn them to war, but he was pragmatic and they were just droids. They could be replaced if the chiss realized his rather ruthless stratagem.

"Remember, this lot was willing to terrorize others. They took hostages and even tried to assassinate the Emperor. No chances will be taken today. We start at point Alpha," He taps a command to bring up a map of the imposing stronghold. To the north of it a beacon appeared.

"From there, we let the Bores do their job while we hold back efforts to disable them. We should breach the first tunnel layer in 30 minutes if optimal. Understand we're going to vent them by doing this. I know its not pleasant but it also forces the rest to flee upwards or down deeper into the networks," Sabrino stated with scowl as the holograms shifted to show the deployment.

"Our goal is to continue down to point Omega. We believe it houses the main reactor facility for the stronghold. We capture and secure to prevent the idiots detonating in some final act of defiance. More so, we start shutting her down, forcing the remaining tunnel rats upwards into the main facility and its backup power plants," Sabrino continued with a cold but certain tone. "The aim is to corral this scum upwards so the Army can deal with them or the Grand Admiral elects to demonstrate the Navy's supreme accuracy with turbolasers. By that point, we as to proceed still further down to point Beta."

Sabrino taps more commands to show the bores going down again, towards the canyon where they dig out to allow a viable escape route for his men.

"If any of this works even a modicum correctly, we'll have our extraction ships slipped in along the canyon way and be redeployed to support the forces attacking the main facility. The enemy will be trying to hold their best but once the demo charges blow, the reactor goes up permanently setting them on a time clock for supplies and munitions. More so we are hoping what back power they had won't be viable for a 'do or die' final action," Sabrino finished as his men nodded. It was a bold strategy, the sort they expected from him. Unconventional, bizarre even, but oddly sensible in its own odd approach. No man in his right might would have expected someone to do this. He and they were hoping the chiss insurgents would simply think he was going to just press his initial breach into a two front attack instead of going for the throat of the main power plant.

"Here's hoping his majesty doesn't regret putting a maniac like you in charge of this part of the Operation, sir, " Colonel Tro said with a grin as he nods towards Sabrino. The others looked about as pleased with the bizarre plan as well, putting their trust in the experienced fighter of one too many wars.

"Well, if he isn't pleased, he can always take my other hand," Sabrino replied with a grin as he raised his flesh and blood hand to his chuckling subordinates. He taps a comm console to open his hololink to the bridge of the Grand Admiral, appearing as he was in his full combat armor of red, gold and black with lion patterns.

"Grand Admiral, the Golden Lions stand ready to execute Grubworm. We await your signal to proceed," Sabrino replied with his usual cocky but assured tone as he rested his gold hand on the hilt of his vibrosword.

Nolan Detta · Aug 6, 2017

ISV Resolute

Roxuli System

High Orbit

Nolan was here as a civilian, he'd offered his services to support the troops in any way he could. Carry ammo, mend the wounded, gather the fallen, or even negotiate. Dressed in a set of Iron Empire fatigues, accented with his coat, belt and bandolier combo, his favorite watch, and a set of bracers. On his hip, his ever trusty Rhyno revolver, after all, this was a battlefield.

He gathered with the soldiers who would be part of wave two to the surface. There were many who gave him a sideways glance, none knowing who he was or why a civilian was a part of the battle group. He left them to their own thoughts, he was doing this all for the paycheck.

Since his retirement, Nolan had spent his time with his family, training his children and loving his wife, [member="Satine Detta"]. He was happy, but when bills came due, he realized he hadn't the resources he once had. Now, he did whatever jobs the Emperor needed, so long as it was returning to active duty. Or so he hoped.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]

Graf's Archive Account · Aug 7, 2017

Post - I

I S V R E S O L U T E

8 5 0 A B Y

The Iron Imperial Security Bureau had indeed been hard at work attempting to quash the last remnants of the Chiss insurgency, one of the largest and most long term operations that Rhan had ever seen since his recruitment into the Bureau many months ago. Many agents at or above the Lord-in-Exile's skillset had been dispatched to almost every system in the Iron Realm, infiltrating, reconnoitering, and awaiting further orders from the higher-ups.

Agent Elysar himself had recently completed his own mission to the Rhigar system, further dismantling the influence that the Black Sun had over this region of space after he had discovered their involvement in attempted terrorist attacks on Ornfra.

But in light of this, the Bureau learned of the rebels on Roxuli, specific agents being recalled to assist the Iron Military and Iron Legion in their efforts to obliterate this resistance, Rhan included. The Tapani noble was quite surprised when a man of his lowly position was allowed onto the bridge of the Resolute, standing crisply at attention near the others assembled as a representative of the Bureau.

"Admiral Mant, sir. Agent Rhan Elysar, National Security." He introduced through a deep Colony accent, giving a bow to the Imperial Grand Admiral. "Around a dozen of us are already stationed in the field, we have intelligence updating by the second at your disposal."

[member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Nolan Detta"]

RC-0883 · Aug 8, 2017

[member="Zeradias Mant"]
[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
[member="Rhan Elysar"]

RC-0883 sat at the base of the canyon one kilometer south of the facility reassembling his DC17, doing anything to keep from thinking about this fragile layer of trust with his new Iron Commanders. They weren't Clones and that frightened him more than the battle ever could. But he was going to protect these people with his life, he owed them that much.

His orders were simple, disable external Anti-Aircraft defenses and secure the dropzone for the Vanguard. He had been busy in the time he had spent here, 6.5kg of Thermal Plastoid on every outboard AA Battery he could find and deployed a remote holocam to keep an eye on them all. With the detonation trigger literally a few blinks away in his Heads Up Display RC-0883 was ready to "Start the show" as his departed brothers used to say. He opened up a secure comlink and broke his preferred radio silence.

"This is Bunker reporting to ISV Resolute. Uploading live visual link and a list of secure dropzone locations. Priority coordinates Alpha for Iron Legion Vanguard. Confirmed total 10 Anti-Aircraft stations ready for detonation. Repeat 10 total AA targets ready for detonation. Please advise."

Kiran Arlos · Aug 9, 2017

ISV Resolute
Roxuli System
[1]

*****
3 Years Ago

Corellia

"That was your first time in action, you reacted rather well." A voice called out from afar and Kiran never turned his head as he just stared down as he put his weapon up after cleaning it,placing it in the weapon locker. "Kiran." The voice called out again and he still didn't hear it seemed like. Thus a hand grasped his shoulder and squeezed gently which that got his attention as he turned to the side. "Hey did you hear me? Are you alright?" Kiran showed the smallest of smiles as he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll be alright, just my first time in a firefight."

"It's sometimes tough for everyone, this doesn't happen on daily basis. But it is something we need to be ready for. You did a good job. Look, take the rest of the day off, go spend some time with your family. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes commander." Kiran said with a slight nod of his head, and watching him leave. "Thank you."

*******

He could still hear the screams and the shots that were fired that day. They were very fresh in his mind as was the other incident, but the latter one was much more terrible and sinful. Kiran cleared his throat and glanced around at the armor that was before him as he started to suit up in the Legion armor that was provided to all members of the Iron Legion. Kiran attention was very keen on this day specially because it was his first skirmish that would take place with his Legion brothers, and he didn't want to let them down or anyone else specifically Prateor [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Kiran had taken part in training with his armor so the weight wouldn't be that much of a surprise as they dealt with the insurgents on this day. Kiran would do his part and take the field on the front lines, which was a rush and a slight fear to it. But more so that partial fear instinct that resides in everyone, which in some cases gives them an edge. He would see how well that would work out today. Kiran finished suiting up as he ensure that he had everything he would need, primarily his armor,saber and blaster rifle more importantly the force. He left the barracks and began to make his way towards the hangar, many were en route as they awaited orders from the Praetor.

[member="RC-0883"] [member="Rhan Elysar"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Estro Sabrino"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]

Zeradias Mant · Aug 9, 2017

"Heavenshield.", Zeradias greeted in return. "The Iron Legion will be transported down with our marines. They've been instructed to assist in any capacity requested." As he explained, the marine detachment commander entered the bridge and stood politely at the door. He didn't need to interrupt the brass' meeting to convey his message. Being present was enough to say that they were ready to commence the attack. Zeradias caught a glimpse of him and was about to walk over to the man when the communications officer called out for the officer of the watch.

"Sir! The Castamere is hailing us!", the female voice called out.

"Patch them through.", Odion ordered.

The familiar voice of the newly minted Brigadier General Sabrino came through the speakers. They were ready. Odion looked back to Zeradias for the official go ahead, even though he knew the answer already.

"Proceed." Odion paused before continuing, this time addressing the officer of the watch. "Send the corvettes into low orbit and commence strafing. Scramble the fighters."

And so it began. The Golden Lions would soon begin their assault, and naval and legion forces would soon follow. Zeradias began making his way to the hangar, the Iron Praetor and marine commander at his sides as they walked through the metal corridors. A voice could be heard calling the bridge to attention as the flag officer departed.

"We're establishing a mobile command post on the ground. You'll be able to coordinate from there.", the marine detachment commander began. "I'll be with Praetor Heavenshield when we breach the facility. I've instructed my men to limit collateral damage, but we're taking no prisoners."

Zeradias listened intently, but gave no indication he was doing so. He just kept walking. Soon, they were in the hangar when a myriad of shuttles and dropships were standing by. Crews and troops were already boarding. No one called attention here, and though a stickler for policy, Zeradias overlooked it in this instance. Things were moving to quickly and the stakes were too high. This was their chance to quash the insurrection once and for all.

The CNO boarded a corvette, leaving the Praetor and MARDET commander in the hangar, though the agent from the IISB joined him. He looked back at them as the doors closed. Words didn't need to be spoken - they knew what had to be done.

As the grand admiral took his seat and secured himself. His pale eyes stared at the agent, older than most, but still quite capable it seemed. "Have we any actionable intelligence we can exploit?", he asked.

As the last word rolled off his tongue, the ship's engines went from a whir to a roar. The ship could be felt rising, and eventually catapulting onward.

So it began - the fall of the renegade Chiss.

[member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="RC-0883"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"]

RC-0883 · Aug 11, 2017

"Assault party is in route. You are clear for engagement." said the nameless Resolute sitrep.

RC-0883 entered the detonation sequence. The ground shook slightly beneath his and he saw 10 plumes of smoke erupt. Thanks to Bunker's "special" mixture each smoke tower was a different color, brilliant hues of red and purple now engulfed the facility. To him it was nothing less than art. The first of the patrols caught sight of him and converged on his position. The rebel barreling towards him on a speeder bike would be his first point in what promised be a high numbers type of day. A few well placed blaster bolt sent the bike into a rolling blaze that stopped just a few meters short of him. Bunker used the fiery heap of metal as cover while eliminating the rest of group. He was in full feral mode, RC-0883 wouldn't stop until everyone pointing a weapon at him or his men was dead. Once there was nobody left in range to shoot he equipped his Sniper Rifle Attachment and sprinted to Alpha coordinates.

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Caelag Vass · Aug 11, 2017

On board a Shuttle
Roxuli System

Soldiers were beasts of habit, each with their own rituals as they awaited a mission, what could be their end. One would hum old songs, another clutch a locket, or picture, and yet others simply tended to their weapons and armor, loading and reloading compulsively, or cleaning their weapons to a shine. Counted among this last group was Caelag Vass, newly promoted to High Colonel, feeling the pressure of command heavy on her shoulders as she cleaned her favorite rifle, a modified X-52. The powerful rifle was one of few comforts she kept close and dear to her, something she cared for intently, a constant in life.

Slow strokes of the cleaning rag against the side of the weapon helped to calm her mind, letting her think upon her recent promotion, as she waited for the shuttles to make their descent. She'd been told that it was a promotion 'based on loyalty, protection of the princess in her time of need, and her efforts to further the protection of the Empire and its people', a standard enough line. And not without truth, she had been brought to the empire in the first place when she protected Aster, the princess, from a group of pirates that had attacked them for her rifle, an antique, and refused to simply hand her over to end hostilities quickly. Yet she hardly deserved such a rapid promotion, even for the reasons given, even knowing that she showed her desire to serve in every mission she took.

Perhaps Preator [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] had something to do with it. The man was a good friend, perhaps he had pulled strings to... She shook her head. No, the man respected her enough not to do that, surely. She glanced up as she felt the shuttle move under her, and shifted her rifle to rest on her back, moving to the front as they began their descent. "Contact the other shuttles and confirm rally point Alpha. I don't want anyone remotely confused, we need to secure forward command before the assault can begin." Redundancy really, she had no need to do so. But on her first mission this high up the chain of command, her nervousness showed, at the very least with anyone above her.

She held on to a handle with one hand, steadying herself, while the other took hold of the cloth hood of her armor, and pulled it up over her helmet, then did the same with the face mask. Though her helmet covered everything, it had quite the look she was told, and this was a solid way to focus her mindset for the task ahead. New armor, new title, new mission. She took a breath and tuned her in helmet's encrypted comlink to the proper channels, as the shuttles made their way off and down. A familiar feeling washed over Caelag, as she looked through the force at each of her companions aboard the shuttle, the feeling of the end. Someone's end. Theirs, the renegades', someone wasn't making it through the night. Quite honestly it was an obvious enough answer to who would reign that day, the odds were not well stacked, but it was still a question of who would make it to see victory.

[member="Zeradias Mant"] | @RC-0883 | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]

Yaadri Osi-Yyn · Aug 12, 2017

Aboard his shuttle | Roxuli System | Post I

The day had come. The Iron Empire would finally come to destroy all that remained of the rogue Chiss remnants. Iriaan hadn't been with the Iron Empire to see the beginning of this rivalry though he was present to see the end of it. A quiet exhale left his mouth as he sat aboard his cruiser, simply floating in orbit. He awaited the order for the strike to begin. A flash of light would emit from behind him, revealing a vast selection of weapons on a rack. Most custom made by himself. A serious expression took Iriaan's face as he was extremely sincere. His companies headquarters lay on Csilla. So he took the matter seriously, losing control of Csilla would ruin his plans. Though at this point in time the insurgents had no power, well... not enough to even think about taking back Csilla from the grasp of the ever growing Empire. A blink appeared on his terminal.

"High Technomancer Sakor. Begin your assault on their weapons factory, it is their only remaining weapons facility. Ensure that it is destroyed." It read. With a swipe of his hand, he would dismiss the order. "Very well." He replied, however to himself.

He would reach down to his control terminal, beginning to make his way down to the planet's surface. The front of the cruiser detaching into a small fighter leaving the cruiser dormant in orbit. The shuttle pierced the atmosphere, eventually settling down upon the surface. The side door sliding open, with a ramp slowly forming its way out of the side of the ship. Iriaan reached back and retrieved a dagger and a sword, clipping both of them to his belt.

His boots touched the ground of the planet, almost hesitantly before he would step off the ramp it sealing behind him. A small drone like device would form out of the top of the ship before flying ahead. He followed it's direction, wearing a usual fur coat with a hood over his head. Concealing his face to an extent. He made his way into a large industrial sector. Buildings on either side, he understood that the Iron Legion would be fighting the main battle elsewhere while he planned on joining them. He had his own operation to complete first. At the end of the long road, there would be a seemingly small factory. The facility looks run down and almost completely shut down. Entering the building he would be greeted by several workers, in the poorest of conditions. Eventually, a wealthy looking Chiss would approach Iriaan. "We heard the Iron Empire was attacking those rebel Chiss." The man stated, with Iriaan simply nodding. "Rumours, but now I understand it's true. We had no choice- they took over the company against our will." He said, pleading to Iriaan.

Théodred Heavenshield · Aug 13, 2017

ISV Resolute
Roxuli System
High Orbit

"Very well, Commander. As soon as we are on ground we will move from the command centre", This to be their rallying point before orders are given. Théo bid Grand Admiral farewell before boarding his shuttle which only await arrival before departing and forming up with the contingent to take them planet side. Vass would be on another forming up part of the marines, her promotion warranted by her own hand, he had had nothing to do with it although if asked he would have pushed for his friend. The girl proved herself to the leaders as it should be and they, in their wisdom, had seen the makings of a great warrior for the empire. No doubt he would see her on ground soon enough.

Retrieving his black leather gloves from his pocket, he sat in silence for a moment putting them but his blue eyes flicked over to [member="Kiran Arlos"] strapped in and ready. Théo could sense the concern and fear welling in him, Good, any man not afraid is a fool. Or worse .. dangerous and not one to be trusted to have your back. No matter how hardened the warrior, how much experience one has in battle, the percentages of this battle being your last is high and you must have something to live for, whether it is fear for your own life or the lives of others, the motivation matted little .. as long as you had one.

A dead Jedi is no good to anyone ..

"Once we reach ground come with me to the command centre. I want you with me on this one", he finally spoke up to Kiran. The young man had come to the Iron Empire in hopes of joining them, had heard great things about them and wanted part of it. Théo did not doubt Kiran's purpose, it reminded him of his own reasons for coming here, but now faced with the prospect of battle. He wondered if doubt had entered the young man's mind. It should .. it always should be questioned.

The shuttle lurched forward, and banked hard right before starting it's descent.

RC-0883 · Aug 13, 2017

Bunker was already at the rally point southeast of the facility, picking off anyone unlucky enough to get within range of his sniper rifle, when the first shuttle touched down. Men and women of various species started unloading and assembling equipment that he assumed was to be the Mobile Command Center. Bunker started barking commands,

"Set a perimeter!
Get that Artillery to the southern ridge!
Give me that canon-"

RC-0883 hastened the construction of a retro E-Web and started firing on a group of advancing soldiers. Chatter cut into his helmet, enemy positions, requests for assistance, pilot flightpaths, the usual cacophony of war. Bunker was impressed with the calm efficiency that his comrades exuded. The opposition was still scrambling their defenses when the Mobile Command Garrison came to completion. He opened up his internal comlink hoping everyone could hear him now.

"RC-0883 Reporting in,

Artillery positioned at Charlie Location 2 klicks south at the canyon ridge firing at three-five intervals,
FOB fully operational at designated Alpha Location with 500 meter perimeter,
Chiss Rebels mounting defenses at primary Southeast entrance,
1st and 2nd squadrons currently securing Eastern flank.
Tell Commander [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] that we are ready for them."

With that Bunker returned to his new favorite stationary canon.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Zeradias Mant"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] [member="Rhan Elysar"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Estro Sabrino"]

Kiran Arlos · Aug 14, 2017

ISV Resolute
Roxuli System
[2]

The young man's foot lightly tapped on the steel floor of the shuttle as they began it's lunge forward and thus a pull to the right as Kiran immediately took a deep breath as he could feel the descent before them. The smallest of smiles showed across the face of the young man as the closer it got to that time, he was eager to prove himself, however not to overcompensate. While heroes were one thing, he didn't want to be a fool as well. The young man glanced over towards the Praetor and he gave him a small nod as he took his seat and Kiran faced the front again.

The young man closed his eyes for a few moments as he focused on what was going on now,and would take this one step at a time. However, if there was any doubt about his courage in the face of adversity, he would definitely prove that he wouldn't shy away from the challenge. Kiran glanced over when he heard Praetor [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] speak to him and Kiran was a bit surprised at first and then he responded easily enough. "Yes, Lord Praetor."

That can't be good. Kiran thought as he faced the front again, he either thinks very highly of me, or he thinks I'm a fool...

Kiran thought more on this...

A fool....

[member="RC-0883"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]

Caelag Vass · Aug 18, 2017

Making her entrance
Roxuli System

"Ma'am, forces are already reporting successful landings, it appears the FOB is already functional. Your orders?"

Caelag ran her thumb over the chin of her helmet, as her shuttle began to break atmosphere. There was much to do.. She glanced back at the soldiers with her. Roughly one platoon of her command, the same platoon she'd commanded since she first joined the Empire. Men crazy enough, trusting enough to do just about anything she asked... She couldn't resist a small smile. Well, intimidation was a powerful tool, and she figured it would be quite useful to remove any sense of security they had. "Bring us to the East front. Don't bother with the landing gear. And bring the ramp around to the enemy, I want to give them a knock on the door." Of course, she could have this done any way she wished, but she felt it best to only somewhat indulge in her grandiose gesture.

The boarding ramp slowly lowered, letting Caelag step out onto it, using her boot's magnetic grips to keep her rooted as the wind roared around her. The shuttle was making its way past the front, and at her command turned to head to the Command center. As it turned, the woman's hood and cloth cape began to flutter violently, the blind woman bringing her sniper rifle to bear, slowly kneeling down so she was more stable. Bunker, along with the other members of the advanced force, would hear the loud, distinctive sounds... or see violent red streaks across the sky towards the rebels, each shot placed slow, and finding their mark against the soldiers that were entrenched. Against sky or land they were well secure, but she was at just the proper angle to have clear shots to several gunners. Five shots rang out before they left her effective range, and she was forced to cease her fire.

Hopefully the realization they could be sniped from anywhere would sew a bit of chaos in the rebels, as the shuttle made a proper landing at the FOB. She turned the weapon's safety on, and her platoon filed out behind her. Others gave the High Colonel salutes as she passed, making her only somewhat uncomfortable as she made her way to find those in charge of the operation. She was not the highest ranking officer, after all, even within the ground forces of the Iron Empire. She had best report to her superiors.

[member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="RC-0883"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"]

Zeradias Mant · Aug 20, 2017

Loud booms pierced the sky, the shuttle rumbling as it made it's decent to the surface. Though the journey should only take no more than five minutes, it felt like an eternity, especially when it only took one second to end a handful of lives.

"Sir, we're approaching n...wait, hold on. Is that a?"

"Deploy countermeasures now!"

Zeradias felt his stomach lurch. The loud beeping from the cockpit as well as the frantic shouting from the pilots did not bode well.

"Brace for impact!"

An even louder boom crashed into the ship. By the grace of some higher power, the ship didn't immediately burst into a spiraling inferno. The missile however did shoot straight through the hull of the ship, leaving a clear entry and exit hole. The cabin began to lose pressure, but by then they were already in the lower atmosphere. It didn't make the experience any less frightening, though.

The shuttle landing was rough, but luckily there were no casualties. Zera would have to be more precautious next time - as the de facto right hand of the Emperor, he couldn't risk his life further by taking shuttles into hostile areas. Though he was shaken by the experience, he did his best to hide it. His men did the same, though some hid it better than others.

"Commander, how fares the assault?"

Ylva Heavenshield · Aug 21, 2017

Location: Merchant Vessel, Stowaway.

Post count: One.

Equipment: Ylva Solveig's Gear.

Roxuli High Orbit.

"All hands to stations! Repeat, all hands on deck and to stations! This is not a drill, we are under attack!"

The vessel shook with a violent quake throwing Ylva Solveig back against numerous shelves of once tidily organized food produce. In the quiet venture of the merchant vessel and her crew, Ylva hadn't found it too difficult to sneak on board. The fools having sought to make a profit from the hidden ruins of Nirauan had like so many others underestimated the dangers of the planets darker histories. They had lost several of their crew already, two men and one female while the wild one had watched on from afar, intrigued to see if they too held the miraculous fortune that [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] had shown, somehow surviving the place when so many others had failed.

"Brace yourse-..."

Another much larger impact rocked the vessel, the inertia dampers failing to stabilize the yachts wake as she was again thrown about the walk-in food pantry. "Son'uva'!" Ylva cried out as she fell against the shelves once again and this time felt an incredible jolt of pain moving up from her left side, stumbling out through the door and into the kitchenary, the area vacant of life as the few that were on board were all scrambling in desperation to help save themselves.

This wasn't at all how she'd planned her leave of Nirauan. That damned high born lad with the hair prettier than her own had gotten one over her and managed to avoid losing his craft to the Solveig Wilder. 'I swear I'ma blacken your eye if I see you again...' she scowled within, though in the safety of her own mind she knew it wasn't true. The desperate situation she had found herself in was an easy justification for wanting to take her own brash decision to leave, out on the memory of the blue eyed high-born...-First impressions, indeed.

As for what was going on around her, the Merchant ship's vessel had been caught coming out of hyperspace between the two opposing sides of this fight. Sides that she had neither intended to meet let alone support...-All she had meant to do was get off that wretched isolated rock and find a good vessel to procure so that she might make a better living for herself. Survival, simple as that. Now it seemed even that was being thrown out the air-lock given the next panicked words to come off across the intercom.

"Abandon ship, all hands abandon ship. Primary systems are non-functional, we're going down!"

'Thought'
"Speech"

Théodred Heavenshield · Aug 21, 2017

Roxuli System
Lower Atmosphere

On board Iron Empire Shuttle

The shuddering of the shuttle breaking through the atmosphere jarred his body, he could hear the rattling of metal on metal with the force of it, but the descent took too long. And the sound of muffled voices in the cockpit was enough to inform Théo the shuttle was under attack. The sudden shift threw him and the marines sideways even though his harness held firm and the sound of a torp hissing passed the ship filled the small compartment. The torp had hit something, the sound of the explosion close by and he could only assume it was another shuttle.

"Get us down now!", he bellowed toward the cockpit. Sith spit! I hate this, he spat out in his own mind, just a the lights flickered and went out and the smell of burning wires filled the compartment. The shuttle systems on over load, pulling all energy to the shields as the pilots worked beyond capacity to get the marines safely to ground.

Théo had no time to communicate with [member="RC-0883"] or Bunker as his men preferred to call him. Much preferred by Théo as well as a name rather than a file number. Beside he doubted any form of communication would cut throw the interference at this point. "Lord Praetor, we are coming up on East Base and will land approximately five minutes". Théo nodded to the captain who bared set relief on his face. The shuttle had come through the barrage and out of range, it was now that Théo breathed again.

"Prepare to disembark", he looked over to [member="Kiran Arlos"], just as the landing struts groaned and hit the ground and no sooner the boarding ramp lowered flooding the compartment with daylight and fresh air. The marines filed out and taking with them their kits and moved to set up camp around the base before orders are issued. As Théo left the shuttle he looked back and saw the scorch mark black across the shuttle hull. "Lets find Bunker".

RC-0883 · Aug 21, 2017

Post #4

Iron Major Bunker dispensed his wrath in the form of heavy blue destruction, focusing it on the Southern Gate. Rebels had ceased using the exit out of fear of becoming part of the pile of bodies that was the previous defense wave. That didn't stop Bunker from unleashing his fury every time the doors opened, to discourage any hero who thought to test him. His holocam spotted a rebel squad advancing on the Eastern position. Bunker swung his turret right but the men were already scrambling apart, a few dropping where they stood. A woman stood off the ramp of a flying transport killing anyone in range of her rifle, High Colonel [member="Caelag Vass"] was as crazy as any Clone, 0884 would have liked her. It was then he realized he was left alone, the Garrison had moved East. The sky was frantic with chaos, ships streaked through the colorful smoke, some landing safely at the designated dropzones, others crashing in a fiery heap into the surface.The voice of Lead IW/IE-T01A Jagen Pilot popped into his comlink, the make-shift leader of his Company.

"Major Bunker the full might of Jaeger Company has been deployed at Charlie location. Artilery position supplied and fortified."

"Excellent, have Blitzkrieg Platoon clean up and fall out to Echo location. Pick me up on the way, you men will accompany me to the Command Center, and before you ask yes you may begin engaging the enemy." Bunker replied, knowing his men would rather fight than standby waiting for a War Council to conclude. He understood their impatience but they would obey the Major's orders without complaint. RC-0883 was eager to show off one of his most ferocious units to the High Command. 2 Tanks rolled in front of him just as he finished another round of blaster fire and put an end to the Southern Gate, the last slowed down just enough for him to jump on top of it. The 81st left the gate an inaccessible pile of rubble as they made their way to the FOB in intimidating formation.

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