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

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Location: Taking the Enemy Stronghold.​

Post count: Six.​

Nearby: The Iron Legion.​

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The armored unit of the Iron Empire continued to overtake the barricades defending the great wall to the stronghold, volleys of explosive charges thrown against her great stone blockade until finally the rock crumbled and over the rise of rubble and bodies fallen from her peak, the tanks caved through the remainder of the sides, parting upon entrance to stop within the maw of the breach that the Iron Legions would pour through the center of screaming the cries of war and rushing to slam into the Chiss Insurrectionists. Those who weren't taken by the descending blaster-fire from the east, south and north of the wall would collide into the metal of the enemies armor, pinned by the sniper fire from those upon the surrounding ridge, Ylva identified her targets easily, remaining crouched behind the cover of the Tanks swivel head and letting loose her arrows one after the other, the hawk call of the wind, a howling of air that circled the feather tailed projectiles before their arrow heads would pierce the soft-points of the enemy with the precision of a trained marksman.

"Take the Watch Tower!" One of the legionnaires called to his men, the birds nest peak armed with two of the Chiss sharpshooters picking off their men from a height that cleared the stronghold and acted as a look out point for any invading forces such as this; "Take the wat- ARgH!" the commanding officer took a bolt in the side of the neck with such a force that the plasma burned through the skin and the soft belly of the throat erupting out through the other side and barely leaving much to keep his head attached to his shoulders as he fell.

They were well surrounded by the high well defense of the tower, the two snipers using the wall to choose their shots carefully and otherwise avoid the fire that was returned against them for the death of the officer. This wasn't to say that it was impenetrable, yet taking them out from below wouldn't cut it. Slinging her bow back across her shoulder and over her head, her hands fell to her hips as Ylva jumped down from the armored machine, pulling her War Axe's from their metal ringed holsters and with a sheen of steel against steel, they sounded their entrance into the fight, accompanied by the woman's fierce cry as she threw herself from the top of the vehicle to come crashing down onto the blue skinned foe closest to her, dropping with one of the edges against his helm and thrusting the other into the crook of his beck, arched in an upwards angle that it found it's way beneath his armor and wet her hands in his blood.

"I'm taking the Tower, cover me!!"

She yelled above the sounds of the two armies waging hell upon one another, trying to garner the attention of her new found allies whilst seeking to claim the birds nest for her own, the perfect position to sit with her Bow, if she could scale the side without being shot by the enemy then she'd be able to do the Iron Legion a solid in keeping them covered from above.

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]​

[member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

ROXULI SPACE
• Objective: Establish Mobile Army Surgical Hospital [M*A*S*H]
• Secondary Objective: Inquire if the quartermaster packed any snacks.

The repulsor wash sent waves of loose powder across the frozen earth.

As the drop ship hovered low into position over the landing zone, it was as though the shuttle were sending ripples along a pond of snow and ice. There was a metaphor in that, though the padabear had not the time to appreciate or mull over it.

He was the first one off the drop ship. A meaty thw-unk accompanying the sudden displacement of snow as the stout ursine jumped down from the shuttle.

He was in the service to the Heavenshield. To be anything other than the first of his troops to the battle, or the last to depart the widowing field, would be to disgrace both his ancestors and his master.

Dropping down onto all fours, the bear-like creature tipped his nose back. Soft, round ears twitched as he leaned his head and just listened for a moment.

The sounds of the battle echoed not far.

He would not trouble or distract his master with the trivial detail of his having arrived at the rear guard, though it were equally true that such a message was not necessary. [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] was here. The Force was with him.

Perhaps it might entertain foolish bears and the fools who follow him as well.

"Break out the shelters. Priority to space for the surgical droids," Kiriko remarked, his black button nose moving to point over toward several Iron Guard who were standing by the transport.

Then the boy shifted his head, and the short snout was aimed, instead, at a passing droid. "Bee-Tee-Four-One, I want communications with the Command Post."

Trotting forward, the boy stared forward and then looked back. There was much work to be done behind them... and yet, more work still to be done before them. The cargo containers had been unloaded, the crews working to off-load the palettes within for the modular structures that would form the shelters for the mobile field hospital.

There was still much work to be done.

And the wounded would likely arrive before they were ready. If there was ever such a thing as 'ready.'

"Medical Unit to my position!"

...apparently karma, the Force, or happenstance was inclined to prove the bear right.

Rearing back on his hind legs, the small bear motioned to a pair of Iron Guard. "Scouts, we're on the move!"

The minstrel bear to the war is gone...

And please no one think to quote the second verse.

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Roxuli
Battlefield


It all happened incredibly fast, much faster than the young man would've anticipated. However once it did, the flash of fear moved across the young man's eyes just for a brief second as it was replaced with something else. Kiran wasn't a violent purpose by any means, he would do what he could do and what he had to do when the time came. However events after Corellia were bound to undermine what he would call before about not being a violent person. It seemed so familiar, and to that end he simply reacted. He reacted far better than anyone else could've thought.

Debris rained from the sky as troops from either side poured onto the battlefield ready to die for each other and for their own cause. Kiran took a deep breath as the retractable helmet closed on him and those ahead of him began to charge just as Kiran started to charge forward. His rifle raise up easily enough and as quick and precise as he could be he began dropping the enemy one by one. They got as close to him as they could before they were dropped with a head shot or few shots center mass. The look on the Kiran's face was different than before, there was determination, anger, perhaps even rage. It was bringing many things back, several things back that he had hoped to forget.

"Kiran!"

His weapon overheated for a few moments and that began to leave him vulnerable, or so they thought. The first one that came with sword swung downwards looking to take Kiran out from head right down the center. Kiran's quickness was more than he thought as he sidestepped and raised the rifle upwards and around and three hard direct shots from the butt of the rifle right in the face of his adversary. The third hit was followed quickly enough by a ignition of his lightsaber and the blue blade sprang to life and cut apart the enemy before him.

"Kiran!"

What happened after that was a blur, as his blade twirled around blocking what fire it could while rolling around avoiding debris and taking out as many soldiers as he could. And that was when he heard it across his comlink. Atheus was down, and had required medical attention. He wasn't sure where however he possessed the technology to find out, and it seemed that a unit was already in route. Kiran would meet up with them and take out as many enemies as he could along the way.


[member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Atheus"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Post II

The sweet hum of Reed's bomber filled him with a sense of peace. He lived for moments like these. The quiet before the storm. It was his drug. He was given the signal by the flight coordinator and began to takeoff with his squadron. 12 ships lifted from the ground and glided out of the hanger before flying straight for the planet's surface. "Hyenax Squadron, this is Hyenax-1. Report." Reed sounded off into the communicator. Each one under his command replied back in an orderly fashion. "Hyenax Squadron, standby for orders. Stick close and strike hard." The bombers then entered Roxuli's airspace, breaking through the atmosphere with little issue. "Imperial ground forces, the air support has arrived. Just paint us a target and we'll do the rest." Reed relayed to all the ground forces below his squadron. The roar of the engines of the Iron Wrath bombers clashed with the sounds of battle below. Reed scanned the battlefield as he lead his squadron through. With the anti-air dealt with, this mission would be cake.

[member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Aurren Ulgo"] |

 

[Arahael]

Location: Heading for the stronghold
Allies: The Iron Empire

The eager battalion's boots hit the ground. Velith squinted through the kicked up dust to get a look at the stronghold. As the armoured vehicles moved forwards to cover an advance, he urged the troops forward.

"Get to the stronghold! Double time!"

The almost thunderous sound of the force running forwards was a reassuring thing. These peoples' time was almost over, but the Chiss had been known before to do more with less.

Cannons fired from the armoured vehicles, shuddering the ground. From what he could see, friendly forces were really in the thick of it. No matter, this wave of troops would, force willing, bring a swift victory.

"This is Major Jax, I'm incoming."

[member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | @Théodred Heavenshield | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Aurren Ulgo"] |

 

[Aurren Ulgo]

Location: Roxuli Surface​

Post: 2​

Status: Green​

Role: Reconaissance and Support​

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The dust was choking, with the small glints of lightsabers and blaster bolts one of the few things making it easy enough to see. And that was all the opening Aurren needed. Having pushed up to the wall, he slipped in through the breach made, waiting for the slight opening he needed to get in past the crowd of Chiss and Imperial fighters. Quickly moving into the stronghold, he made a beeline for the security room; intelligence indicated the building it would be in, somewhere he could force the other security doors and automated defenses off from.

Entering it wasn't much harder. As he approached the door weapon raised, two Chiss came rushing out, intending to join the battle. He jabbed the weapon forward, the barrel striking the front Chiss in the throat and sending him barreling into his comrade. Firing twice, he struck the front insurgent through his chest, both sprawling as he rushed forward, firing twice again into the second. Moving through the corridors, the security room was quick to find.

Glancing at each side, he crouched down, taking out a security spike as he stabbed it into the inner working of the keypad, slicing as quickly as he could through the recognition system. He was no master at this, but this wasn't a relatively complicated procedure. With the keypad sliced, the door slid open. He scanned for contacts before he rushed in, placing his rifle besides the terminal and his helmet with it, not able to do the more fine aspects of this with it on.

Aurren's eyes suddenly glanced to his side as he caught movement. A Chiss, a security officer or technician had been hiding behind the console, and began standing up while raising a blaster pistol. With little time to react, he rushed forward, wrapping his arm in a lock around the wrist that held the pistol. Wrenching it, he knocked the pistol to the ground and used his foot to slide it away.

The Chiss had been stronger than he anticipated, using his arm to slam Aurren down on the console and pin him leaning back on it, a powerful blue fist repeatedly striking him. He felt disoriented, the insurgent clearly being well-trained and capable. Letting go of the lock and pushing upwards to retaliate, he was hit with a left hook that sent him stumbling and slipping to the ground.

He glanced up, seeing the Chiss' pistol on the floor in front of him. With little time to spare, he swiftly grabbed the blaster and turned onto his back, firing three shots into the Chiss, who had just grabbed and was beggining to raise his Grand. Slowly standing to his feet as the insurgent's corpse lay with charred wounds, he inspected the sidearm. A DL-22. It would be useful, especially since one of the shots from it had hit and fried some of the inner workings of his rifle. He would have no luck trying to fire it now.

Approaching the console again, his fingers danced over the controls as suddenly security and blast doors began to open, with some automated turrets and defensive droids simply dropping where they stood. Picking up his helmet again, he slipped it over his head as he spoke into the comlink. "Lieutenant Ulgo reporting. Security disabled." He wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he could feel under his helmet that his nose or lip was bloodied. They made them tougher here than he'd thought. His actions wouldn't stem the tide of ready defenders, but perhaps it would at least help minimize casualties for the Empire.


[member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]
| [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Velith Jax"]

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Location: Taking the Enemy Stronghold.​

Post count: Seven.​

Nearby: The Iron Legion.​

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The push for the watchtower was no easy slog, the legion of soldiers throwing themselves against one another between Ylva and her targeted destination meant having to fight her way through, fortunate that two others had taken up alongside her in the approach. Armed with her war axe's, the two single handed thick blades of phrik gave her all the reassurance she needed, swallowing her fears as she stepped first into the frey and was immediately greeted by the baring of arms of the enemy. The Chiss were not so technologically handicapped as she was, their vibroblades and armaments hadn't come straight out of some third world nor had they needed to hone and craft their own weapons and armor as she had. It would be uncertain whether this gave them the edge or otherwise however, Ylva knew her arms intimately, she had bonded with her weapons and now carried them into battle like a badge of honor, their creation and the death that they would bring were all of her design and in that, they were part of the wild woman.

Parrying a broadsword, she answered the first man with the stones to come her way with the second of her arms, the axe head burying itself into the front of the mans skull with a shrill crack of bone and a thick slap as his blood sprayed from either side of the new hole in his head. His chest would be thrown, the pressure of her left boot forcing him off of her axe before screaming at the enemy that sought to come at her while her concentration was turned. The two men that had accompanied Théodred Heavenshield as part of this legionaries caught on however and with one sword to his gullot, the other man taking his head, they pushed on.

'Don't think, just fight' she told herself, a feral fighter on the field of death and a brawler if much of anything else, Ylva Solveig wasn't absent of fear. Any man who did not fear his end was a fool to her mind, the difference between her and the likes of a coward was that fear did not control her, it didn't stop her from truly living and it was in times such as these that tales were sung, the deeds of those with courage beholden not to the limitations of others nor the decree of any man whom sought higher calling than she herself.

Finally reaching the tower, she began the ascent of the staircase, the spiraling path leading up to the birds nest for which the enemy picked off one after another. Glaring up to the height of the tower she could see bolts being fired from their rifles, someone with a keen eye and a well equipped weapon doing some real damage with every second that she wasted down below. Turning to the two other warriors, she gave them both a curt nod before beginning to make the climb, shots fired from all around, some coming startling close to the trio as they rose the heights, the background beyond them, the cries of courageous men and the screams of the dying.

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]​

[member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Zeradias Mant]

As the legionnaires made pressed further, a new window of opportunity had opened up. The anti-air was down, and that meant air support could finally be utilized. A bomber squadron was already in the immediate vicinity, destroying everything in its wake. There was no need to continue the fight on the ground, sacrificing iron blood. In the relative security of the terrain and his protective detail, Zeradias stood up and spoke into his holocommunicator, located on his left wrist.

"All units, this is Overlord Actual. RTB. I say again, RTB.", he broadcasted to all Iron Imperial forces on Roxuli, indicating they should return to base. Though still embroiled in combat, they were permitted to begin laying off and eventually backing out from the system altogether. Their job was done here. The Army and Iron Legion had done it's part, now it was up to the Navy to finish the job.

"All bomber squadrons, commence strafing.", he ordered. Soon the base would fall. Units like Hyenax Squadron were already in the airspace, ready to wreck absolute havoc. Zeradias' job was done. He would leave it to the officers at the command post to oversee the conclusion of the hostilities. No prisoners were to be taken. No building was to remain standing. The Iron Empire was done seeking intelligence on the Chiss Insurrection. The insurrection was over.

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Aurren Ulgo"] | [member="Velith Jax"] | @Théodred Heavenshield​

 

[RC-0883]

Bunker looked around at the crew that armed the Lead Tank, eight weary and determined men stared back at him. The pause of joy from the news of Victory was brief and soon replaced with the grief of the cost to achieve it. The vessel sat wedged in the East Wall supporting a small opening opposite it's twin. Both Tanks were firing every last round to protect the third and final brother Tank. 3rd Squad had lost mobility during the siege and served now only as smoking cover for the now retreating Imperial troops. It was no longer returning fire and Bunker had long lost contact with it's crew which could only mean they were dead or terribly injured. The Iron Major had come to know every single man and woman of this Platoon, which made this revelation extremely hard to bear. Memories of Bravo pod, '81 '82 '84, their identical mind and spectrum of personality that made up a perfect machine of destruction, and their untimely demise flashed through Bunkers eyes. The overwhelming sadness quickly grew to feral rage. The Commando's tone maintained his comforting role of Leadership as he issued his final orders to Jaeger Company.

"Endex Jaeger Company. All squads report to Major [member="Velith Jax"] for exfill operations. Get home, get safe, and have some caff ready for your old Major," Bunker removed his helmet to look the some of the best men he'd ever trained in the eyes. "First Squad. I'm leaving you responsible for our stranded brothers. I want-"

"-You want their bodies dead or alive, we know Major Bunker. Consider it done. [member="Aurren Ulgo"] has disabled the enemy's security measures. It would be a shame if their equipment were to malfunction in this chaos," replied the Lead Pilot. The man was intuitive, Sargent "Pat", he knew that the Commando was about to leave them to pursue his own Victory and shared the feeling. RC-0883 had been given permission to level the Facility. Bunker could rig the Main Reactor to overload and cause a devastating chain reaction of destruction. No thought of collateral damage crossed the mind of Iron Major as he planned the Art formerly known as a Chiss Stronghold. RC-0883's only wish was to remove the cause of pain that now clung to him.

The Commando hadn't even fought his way to the Security Room before the first wave of bombers hit. The explosion had caused severe damage to Bunker's right arm and leg but luckily had eliminated the last of the Chiss Resistance. RC-0883 laid back, content with his death on the battlefield.

 

[Darth Athora]

Douglas recieved the orders he had been waiting on. He veered his bomber towards the stronghold where the Chiss were based within. Hyenax Squadron formed up and took aim for the stronghold. "Hyenax Squadron preparing bombing run.". Reed, of course, allowed any and all Imperial forces ample time to vacate the area before they'd bring the rain. "Dropping bombs in 3...2...1..." and then, the whistle of proton bombs flying through the air came before several explosions covered the stronghold.

All of Hyenax squadron, along with several other bomber squadrons, unleashed their payloads on the stronghold. A symphony of explosions and bomber engines roaring filled the AO. "Coming in for a final run." Reed reported in. One last barrage of bombs came upon the stronghold. The amount of hell brought down upon the stronghold brought it down, and any and all within it as well. "The stronghold is a tomb now, sir. Hyenax squadron is coming home." Reed reported in to his CO as his squadron followed him back through the atmosphere and towards the Stormwolf-class carrier they originated from.

[member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member=Kiriko] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Aurren Ulgo"] |

 

[Aurren Ulgo]

Location: Roxuli Surface​

Post: 3​

Status: Green​

Role: Reconaissance and Support​

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Aurren came rushing from the security area as his comlink lit up with chatter. The signal for RTB was out, and he was clearing out of here before he got blown up with the stronghold. Storing away the DL-22, he rushed out through the breach in the wall, only stopping as he saw a wounded man of the 81st below. Quickly grabbing him, he hoisted the wounded soldier up and over his shoulders before he began to run again, trying to get the both of them as far away from the base as possible. He couldn't be sure how close it was, so he wasn't wasting any time making distance.

Reaching some medics who had gotten clear enough, Aurren let the soldier down just in time to hear Hyenax making their first run. He turned and stared at the stronghold, his visor shielding his eyes as the entire place collapsed under the explosions and its own weight. If there were any insurgents still left in there, Hyenax had clearly prepared their ready-made grave. He continued to watch as the whole thing was washed away in a cloud of dust, obliterated.

Turning around and watching everyone loading onto shuttles to finally leave, Aurren paused for a moment. It was one of his first assignments, but for the first time in a long time, he felt pride. That what he did had been for something, and would mean something. Eventually he willed himself to move, joining the others onto shuttles back home.

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Velith Jax"] | @Théodred Heavenshield​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Location: Taking the Enemy Stronghold.​

Post count: Eight.​

Nearby: The Iron Legion.​

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Her war axe carried massive weight as the weapon was thrown against the back of one of the snipers, Ylva Solveig soon throwing herself at the second of the pair and colliding against him, using her own weight and momentum to push the man through the gap of his little perch, screaming as he went over the side and plummeted to the paved stone floor below. Moving to reach for the weapon she'd lodged into the spine of the first, her gaze was drawn back across the shoulder nearly turning to attack one of their own as the legionnaire came up onto the tower, flinching in fright as she almost brought the axe against his breast plate. "Gods, woman!" he gasped, sputtering the words and soon trying to catch his breath, having come for a reason he quickly explained himself, "We're falling back, Command's given the word to return to base, we need to go now!".

It wasn't much of a fight, intense certainly though it hadn't lasted as long as she'd expected and the Chiss still remained all around them. Returning her two Axes to their ringlet holsters at her hips, she drew her bow once again and soon followed the soldier down the stairwell, making sure to pick her shots carefully and precisely as they slowly began to descend and make for their escape. "What about [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]?" she called over the sounds of war, finding herself unusually aware of the other though they'd been separated not long after he'd pulled her from the shipwreck.

"He's got command over the Legion on the western flank, we'll rendezvous with them soon just watch my back!" The soldier was panicking, rightly so, Ylva herself found her nerves to be frayed as they were tiring from the effort. Her strength hadn't waned yet though it took courage in the face of death to wade into something so knee deep; if they weren't careful they'd find themselves drowning in their own blood from a loose arrow or someones blade. As they fought their way through, they met up with some of the others from the assault and entrance into the stronghold, the tanks slowly backing up through the breach covering the men and women on foot. Ylva doing what she can to do the same, arrow after arrow as she stepped backwards in a light jog, taking every kill within her line of sight before the wall took to her front and she was on the other side.

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"Go go go! Air support is incoming! Move your asses!"​

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]​

[member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Estro Sabrino"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​