Operation Suzerain | First Order Dominion of Hex M-46

[Bai Long]

With Ivory in his right and Rebellion on his left, a fierce grin formed on his mouth.

Despite the weaker properties of Ivory, where the her purpose was to shower her targets with a relentless barrage of bolts that were meant to push them back and to discourage them from taking further actions rather than to kill.

Wearing a bright red coat and running half the length of the stretch of beach where most of the turrets were, his appearance threw the rebels into panic. But seeing he was at the part where most of the turrets were already taken down by Marr, they could only throw their troops at him. And because rebels tended to be bleeding hearts, with more and more troopers headed his way, the laser fire began to lessen, afraid to hit their own side.

But they forgot one important fact. No matter how good a soldier they were, as long as they aren’t part of the special forces or another trained Force Sensitive, they had nothing on Dracrowar.

His left arm swung in an upward strike, the songsteel of his blade singing as its namesake as it cut through flesh, muscle and bone. And whatever it can’t cut, the sheer weight of the massive claymore crushed. With a gurgling cry, the rebel that tried to get a strike in was thrown to several feet to the right.

Eyeing the stormtroopers ahead that were pushing further forward and seeing the appearances of starfighers overhead and walkers at the back, Dracrowar moved towards the trenches, his sword flashing as he cut through any poor souls that came within his reach and shooting and taking those further away off-guard with Ivory.

[member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Kaiah Nihl"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Shoma Ike"], [member="Daan DT-130"], @Kou’ha Escala, [member="Tyrus Ren"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Armour, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Lightsaber (blue), Throwing Knives
Location | Beach, Dorvalla
Allies | [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Tyrus Ren"] (headed towards), [member="Stephen Dracrowar"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Luther Ando"] (vicinity), [member="Daan DT-130"]; First Order
Status | Diverting towards Seto

[SIZE=11pt]From the time she landed on the beachhead of Dorvalla with her accompaniment of stormtroopers till present, Marriskcal has only been providing support from the background. Now that she was venturing forth towards and past where the conflict was at its most intense, the Praetorian was in peak condition. With her form shrouded and her path guided by the auspices of the Force, Marriskcal was a phantom that moved across the battlefield, her every step swift and sure as she eluded traps and obstacles and slayed any unwitting insurgents that strayed in her path.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While it was her initial aim to remain hidden as she made her way through the torrents of laser fire and mine-laden beach, the staccato pierce of pain that echoed through the flow of the Force stalled her steps. Moving under the cover of a downed blaster turret, the blonde looked towards the direction where she could sense Seto and another unfamiliar presence. Slightly further ahead, Marriskcal could catch a glimpse of silver and crimson that weaved between the white forms of their forces and the dark colours of the hostiles.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]‘Defensive line Echo breached and taken.’[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Despite the voice that urged her onwards, to achieve their objective, her worry for her older brother’s wellbeing was making her hesitate. Biting down on her bottom lip, the young woman diverged from her earlier path and tore towards where she could still feel the painhurtweary emanating from Seto. Though she continued to remain concealed, the hail of continuous fire meant that she had to remain cautious. Her senses flared and her lightsaber flickered as it deflected any laser that came her way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a instinctive flush of the Force to her legs, Marriskcal leapt down the trench, prepared to lash out at any insurgents that were still attempting to surge forward and overwhelm their units. Determined to reach her older brother, the blonde stalked onwards, allowing her hold on the cloak to dissipate as to not alarm any of the stormtroopers that were beginning to secure the trench as they waited for the reinforcements to bolster their line.[/SIZE]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Colonel Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie One/ Wing Leader
Classification: Wing Commander
Allies: [member="Kou'ha Escala"] (Directly Under) | [member="Shoma Ike"]

Wing Commander, what a strange title for an even stranger role within the TIE Corps, even among their pilots Cyn wondered to herself why such promotion had been given. ​Still, such an honor requires equal dutifulness of the soldier whom received the promotion. Her thoughts moved away from the heavy new pins on her uniform and towards her own Pilots now being assembled to being their briefing of a new mission. Word had traveled fast that space supremacy had been gained almost the moment the fleet had entered system.

The only thing that had remained was the last holdout rebel forces on the planet surface, and a sigh escaped her lips at the realization of her new role of Wing Commander. Perhaps her pilots were not needed to engage enemy star fighters, and ground support from their craft could only come after said holdout have had their shielding removed. Which means limited combat and even more limited personal. After all, the First Order excelled in efficiency and needless loss of life (Or resources, human and otherwise) were frowned upon if it gained little to nothing.

As such Cynthia now watched her rank weigh her down away from her TIE and even more so from her squadron, none that her old wing mates were upset. At least not now, They get to breathe easy now that I'm no longer watching over them as closely. A smile broke through her sour look as she walked down the hall way of her current home.

The Endeavour was now home to part of her total wing, and as her thoughts ventured towards the ship Lieutenant Cerise had approved their mission and all green to launch. Her features softened, happy that at least the rest of Pixie Squadron would get to enjoy some time in there TIE craft. As much as her suit's environmental suit provided 'decent' air to breathe there was something to be said of breathing air that hadn't been scrubbed clean after only a breaths. At least the Uniform feels comfortable.

Cynthia continued her climb towards the bridge of The Endeavour, she could monitor her pilots from there and receive commands easier as well. And it'll stop from jumping into a TIE when the itch comes. Honestly, it also was a great opportunity to witness a Star Destroyer from the view point of the bridge. Even as one devoted to the star-fighter as herself, the sheer mass of this warship always provided security for any TIE Pilot and further more it gave them assurance of the First Order might and rule.

Approaching one of the terminals in the bridge, she noted her pilots all appeared ready and were about to launch, with a nod Cyn turned to fave the viewport ahead of her and stopped to gaze for a few moments. So many stars out there. Cyn refocused herself back to her tasks and returned to watch her terminal display all TIE Pilots launched and now moving to their assigned patrol routes and tasks.

She approached her new Captain, Captain Escala and even though he had a few inches of height greater than Cyn's own, she still felt her head inclined upwards a tad much after her short solute and bow. "Captain Escala, all pilots launched and their sorties assigned." A quick and crisp report.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Equipment: G-11F Blaster Rifle, FO-02 Armour.
Location: Small Enemy Beachhead.
Objective: Surprise and Flank the Enemy.
Nearby: [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Stephen Dracrowar"] | [member="Daan DT-130"] | [member="Tyrus Ren"]

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They lost men, good men, moving only a few metres at a time up this blasted beach. He had cursed everyone he knew, from his commanders to the entire First Order, but he had run out of people to blame except for himself. ‘I’m going to die here’ he thought again. The phrase popped in every time he made another sprint towards the bunkers, as more and more of his team was cut down by blaster fire.

This was to be the longest and final stretch. There was no more cover between them and the enemy. They were about at half strength, but that was better than the other companies on the beach. Luther looked back onto a beach of white sand, stained with red. The surf was doing its best to pull bodies in white armour out to sea.

He’d relinquished his command to a Sergeant as soon as he’d seen the hopelessness of the situation. The man was a good soldier but most importantly, he knew his team. Luther attributed his own survival to the man’s capabilities. But the Sergeant in question was calling them to their feet once again, preparing for the final push. No one groaned, no one complained. There were no mutter prayers, no pleading for help. They had a job to do.

They pushed over the dune and ran full tilt at the nearest bunker. Behind them, another company laid suppressive fire on the bunker, trying to keep them from retaliating. It worked, for a time. For a good 50 metres Luther ran without being shot at. After that mark, the soldier next to him copped a blaster bolt to the face, falling back. Luther didn’t pause to see if he lived, instead ducking down and willing himself to run faster.

By some miracle, no more around him died, and the bunker moved on to other targets. They sprinted up to just below the ridge where the bunker was situated. Elated, he followed close behind a stormtrooper, following the woman right up to the point where she exploded. The mine that detonated under her also knocked Luther back, sending him tumbling down the slope. At multiple point he hit his head against the sharp rocks and, despite his helmet, he was rendered unconscious.

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[Kaiah Nihl]

Equipment: Fire-Retardant Robes, Crimson Lightsaber.
Location: Approaching Position Echo.
Objective: Destroy the Final Trench Between the Bunker and the First Order.
Nearby: | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] |

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She woke up on a beach to the smell of fire and blood. She rose from her cross-legged position, stretching her muscles. She had exhausted herself summoning the flame earlier and had sunken into a deep meditative trace when she had reached safety. It was fortunate that the First Order had not fallen back, else her peaceful bay would be crawling with rebels.

She approached one of the First Order positions, a small stretch barely under the control of the nearby Stormtroopers. She dropped down in the trench, startling a nearby officer. She padded through the trench, getting bizarre looks from the nearby soldiers. She kept walking until she found what she wanted. She approached one of the troopers, a man with a huge rocker launcher.

The man was busy loading the device, only offering a cursory glance at her approach. “May I borrow your weapon?” Kaiah asked. That got the man’s attention and he snapped up, looking at her in bewilderment. “Can’t do sorry, Miss” he said, gruffly. “Regulation says I’m not to hand it to anyone else”. Someone was screaming nearby, which Kaiah pointedly ignored. “Shame” she said, with only a tinge of regret. “Then perhaps you can hit a target for me instead?” The man nodded. “Aye, I can do that” he replied. “What did you want taken out?” Kaiah pointed towards the rebel position, a trench near to the main bunker. “How about them?” The man frowned. “You mean the enemy trench? I can’t hit that from here, I need an elevated position”.

Kaiah paused thinking, before nodding slowly. “Very well, then I need you to shoot the sky” she said simply. “The sky…?” the man said doubtfully. “Yes indeed” Kaiah replied, a mischievous smile on her face. “It is the Supreme leader’s will that you fire at the sky”. The man looked at her, dumbfounded. “Really?”. Kaiah rolled her eyes. “It is Sieger’s will that this battle be successful, and I am an agent of Sieger”. She punctuates her remark by pointing at the sky. “If I ask you to fire at the sky, it is Sieger’s will. Do as he commands!” The man raises his hands in a gesture of acquiescence and picks up his weapon.

The rocket fires from the launcher with a thunderous sound, arcing high into the air. Dipping deeply into the force, she extends her reach towards the missile, guiding it down to the rebel trench. The explosive hits the middle of the trench and explodes, a large fireball extending outwards. Calling upon the force again, she pulls the flames back in and guides them along the trench, instead of its natural radius. The concentrated flames push along the narrow scores in the ground, vaporizing the enemy.

Kaiah collapses as she loses control, falling to the ground. The trooper turns to her, stunned. His expression is somewhere between awe and fear, and he seems to be struggling with words. She ignores him and leaves to search for somewhere where she could again gather strength again.

A familiar signature stood out from the rest of the others. Finding Seto sitting on the ground, she moves to join him. “Greetings white hair” she says, getting comfortable. She pulls a small red orb from her pocket and offers it to the other Ren. “Apple?”

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor(Partly Ruined) |Two Lightsabers (Emerald and Ruby) | Spot
Location: Trench, on the ground
Objective: Advance Forward and begin assault of the Main Defensive Positions

Silence hardly mattered much to him, if at all silence scared him, that and combined with utter darkness Seto hated such experiences. Of course, thunderous sounds of shells and blaster fire were hardly any better but at least it reminded him that he was still alive to a degree and aware enough to keep up the Force around him. Luckily for him a fellow Field Medic had made their way to his trench and began to bandage the injured Ren. Unfortunately with no chance of receiving any medical drugs due to his Armor's own bio-healing system, the pain continued to send sharp and constant reminders.

Seto carefully removed his helmet and peered into its broken visor, eyes mirrored back both tired and in pain, but even as a sigh escaped his tight lips the young Du Couteau attempted to stand. A rough hand pushed him back down, the Medic having none of it as he finished the last bandage around his arm before heading off to another injured trooper.

While no real attempt of a Counter-Attack had yet happen, it still proved perilous to advance any further forward. So, gotta stay here for a bit and let the shells continue to rain. Someone neared, someone of note and of concern towards him, Seto smiled to himself flattered as he attempted to stand back up. This time his own weakened state caused him to land back down and continue his rest in the trench.

I'm alright Marr, just a tad tired. Though Seto bothered not with such telepathic message, it would only give his sister more concern as she could feel the strain in the effort to channel such thoughts through the Force within him.

Another explosion, and soon after another and another, more shells continued to be exchanged; from missiles to rockets. Eyes closed Seto continued to focus on gathering his own strength when a smile tugged the corners of his pained lips and felt a friend sit next to him. Cracking open a single eye Seto turned his head and nodded once, but raised an eyebrow towards the 'apple'.

Carefully he plucked the fruit from Kaiah's hand and gladly accepted the gift, "-Apologizes for not bowing in welcome." Seto spoke, now with both eyes opened. Smile and all as he greeted his fellow Ren White hair? Alright, not a bad nickname.

"Terrible day for a walk along the beach, but I guess it depends with whom you walk with." Seto explained.

Taking a bite from the apple, he enjoyed the rush of sugar the natural fruit provided and nodded in approval. ​No Chocolate, or caramel, but perfect all the same. "Marr is quickly approaching, perhaps we can enjoy a picnic in one of those bunkers our enemy has so kindly invited us to?" Seto asked, a bit cheerfully as he winced from the pain in his arm.

[member="Kaiah Nihl"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

Captain
Equipment | Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location | Command Deck, FIV Endeavour, Dorvalla Space
Allies | First Order; [member="Cynthia Alucard"] (interacting with); [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Kaiah Nihl"], [member="Stephen Dracrowar"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Daan DT-130"] (ground forces)
Status | Commencing with Phase II

[SIZE=11pt]Though there were always comings and goings on such a massive starship as the FIV Endeavour[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], Kou’ha Escala’s bitter experience during the battle of Skor II meant that he was unusually cautious. Even with all the security measures and procedures that only allowed for authorised officers and personnel to enter the command deck, the young Captain still remained attentive to every single body that exited the turbolift and stepped on the grey durasteel panels of his domain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Thus, when the brunette entered and made her way towards the terminals, he signaled for his XO to forward her codes to his wristpad, the faint tension that lined his shoulders only dissipating when he matched her features to a rank and name. His own attention was pulled with several new updates on his screen, with the rest of Battlegroup Clarum reporting that they has also deployed their own reinforcements to the surface. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Colonel Alucard, thank you for taking the time to relay your report to me personally,” he responded with a polite tilt of his head, returning her salute with one of his own. As a Captain, he has always appreciated it when someone took the trouble to approach him. While it was his task to oversee the overall undertakings of the star destroyer, Kou’ha always appreciated the opportunity to learn more about the people that were under his command.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In a way, other than some of his loyal officers that has transferred with him to their current assignment, the rest of the officers and personnel onboard were new to him. So he felt some sort of kinship with the Colonel who was reassigned to the Endeavour and who will be working alongside him until either of them were transferred. “I will leave command of Pixie Squadron to your able hands. Please feel free to expand on any orders given as you deem appropriate.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips, “Also, as a future note, please feel free to approach me or my XO with any issues or suggestions, Colonel.” The Epicanthix gestured towards the man standing before the holomap. “I look forward to working with you for the foreseeable future.” Kou’ha held out a hand for her to take.[/SIZE]

Meanwhile, on the surface of Dorvalla.​

[SIZE=11pt]The ST-SGs began their ponderous advance, their heavy steps sending tremors through the ground as they moved forward, their shields deployed and their blasters shooting into the sands to clear out whatever remaining mines hidden. Meanwhile, the AT-SIWs aimed their cannons towards the enemies’ blaster turrets and fortifications. Within the safety of the shield and cover fire that the walkers provided, more and more assault transports were beginning to land on the edge of the beach, bringing in the much needed reinforcements for the First Order.[/SIZE]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Armour, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Lightsaber (blue), Throwing Knives
Location | Defensive Line Echo, Dorvalla
Allies | [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Kaiah Nihl"] (interacting), [member="Tyrus Ren"], [member="Stephen Dracrowar"], [member="Konstantin Makarev"], [member="Luther Ando"] (vicinity), [member="Daan DT-130"]; First Order
Status | Relieved

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal was an altogether different creature when she was in the midst of a conflict. Alone, with only thoughts of reaching Seto in mind, her unrelenting figure weaved like quicksilver amongst allies and foes alike, her blade flowing from one stroke to another in a continuous ebb and crest of slashes as she tore into the motley forms of any insurgents that found themselves in her path. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her movements spoke much of her familiarity with her counterpart’s own style as she weaved in and out of their foes’ counter. It was a constant game of tooka and clawmouse whenever they clashed, where she endeavoured to stay out of his reach and remain unscathed for as long as she could. After all, every bruise and wound she gained only meant that the older male was one step closer to victory, and it was never in her nature to allow the Overlord to achieve it without a bitter struggle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Within the relative safety from projectile fire down in the trenches, the more disciplined and competent stormtroopers of the First Order were swiftly securing objective Echo. The closer the drew towards the burning bright presences of her brother and sister, the quieter and more orderly it was. Calmed by the knowledge that Seto was not in any immediate danger and that Kaiah was there to support and ensure that none of the insurgents would succeed in retaking the line, Marriskcal steps slowed as she appeared at the edge of their vision. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Seto. Kaiah. I’m glad to see that you are both fine.” Fine may be an exaggeration considering that the both of them were looking worn and weary. Even then, her whole being felt lighter now that she was able to confirm their state for herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Status[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]” Marriskcal approached her two siblings, standing over them as her gaze fell over their forms. From what little she could ascertain, Kaiah was fatigued but in a well enough condition physically. Seto, however… The blonde narrowed her eyes at her brother, noting that the integrity of his armour was nonexistent with its chest plate torn, gauntlet shattered, and the visor of his helmet cracked.[/SIZE]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Colonel Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie One/ Wing Leader
Classification: Wing Commander
Allies: [member="Kou'ha Escala"] (Directly Under)

As long as High Command doesn't pull my Wing too thinly. Cyn often enjoyed the luxury of never experiencing extreme attrition to the point of unavailable fuel or reduced combat missions to conserve ammunition or even TIE craft. But currently ever since her promotion Cyn had witnessed requests of her pilots to be attached to several other Captains of Star Destroyers. Lest we won't suffer lack of experience. Not that such a thought brought any warmth to her heart.

Cyn nodded her head once and accepted the hand of her Captain, they were both dutiful officers and after all Cyn figured that it would prove useful to have the Captain view her favorably. Keep us away from routine Patrol missions and keep us on standby for any and all combat flight missions. "I shall use my discretion when applicable and shoulder the responsibility of my actions accordingly to match." Cyn commentated, it was often rare for her superiors to grant such freedoms without explicit limitations or even data-slates filled with guidelines.

Upon her Captain's comment on offering suggestions for his ship, Cyn could not help but let her smile pull apart her lips. "Perhaps better caf and delectables? It would greatly increase my pilots willingness to return back to the hanger. I've found their blood lust quite- well, irresistible at times." Cyn explained her thoughts. Show Captain Escala no fear and eagerness to fly into combat. The mundane and monotony of patrols and safe space zones were only amplified by the reports that usually overwhelmed her small desk. ​Combat reports are so much simpler and enjoyable in comparison.

 

[Arahael]

Lieutenant Colonel Max Fel, 1st Storm Commando Regiment
Location: Beachhead
Allies: [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Kaiah Nihl"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Stephen Dracrowar"] | [member="Tyrus Ren"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Daan DT-130"] | [member="Stephen Dracrowar"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]

Sand and dirt pelted Max from above as a nearby detonation went off, prompting him to wipe his visor. The furious comms chatter resumed, along with suppressing blaster fire. And they told me it was going to be a beachfront holiday he thought to himself.

Max pierced the comms with a single order "Prepare for bounding." They were lined up inside a trench that had just been taken, the bodies of those who resisted still smoking from their poor choice in allegiance. Part of the group then rested their rifles on the trenchline, the other preparing to launch themselves to the next stage.

Waiting a short moment for the right time, Max had made his decision as another shockwave hit them "Advance!"

Blaster fire immediately followed, with many pulling themselves up over the trench and making a sand-logged run towards whatever they would come across. From here, Max could see some more of the local resistance's hastily put together barricades and trenches. Dug out sand and dirt still lay alongside obstacles.

It didn't take much running for the troops to come up to the next trench, diving in after some visibly successful thermal detonators that had thrown up some defenders. Several successive shots from Max's rifle led to the remaining resistance being dealt with swiftly.

"This is Krayt Regiment, we have taken the next trench."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Location: First Order Carrier
Allies: [member="Ryker Atreides"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
Objective: Clear defensive emplacements

As the duty sirens chimed, Pierce and BB-10R2 raced down the corridor from the officer's mess towards the pilots' ready room. He arrived and quickly shucked his uniform to don a flight suit in the locker room before heading into the briefing room. He collected his orders from the databoard and examined them, waiting for his squadmates to enter. They were newer pilots in the 181st, and it was Pierce's responsibility to return the 181st to its former glory. More than that, he needed to restore himself and his reputation to former glory; it had been some time since he had flown in combat, and though he was newly recertified he still felt he knew more about the under-four set than starfighter tactics.

This was a blue milk run, but even blue milk could go sour at a moment's notice.

When everyone had settled in, he said: "Listen up, Devils." He tapped a key on the command pedestal and a map of the environment blinked into existence behind him. "We've got new orders. Defensive emplacements here, here, here, and here -- they all need to go offline the old fashioned way. We don't have pinpoint sensors on actual numbers and locations, but these general regions are heavily enforced. This is complicated by the fact that we have reliable reports of anti-aircraft weapons emplacements along the ridges on all sides. In order to get past them, we'll maneuver down this canyon. Our sensor sweeps haven't picked up on anti-air in the canyon, but we know there are other defenses there, so we might encounter small arms fire or more, so be on your guard."

He put his hands on either side of the podium, hiking his foot onto its base and tilting it back and forth a little. "Questions, gentlemen?"