Planet at the Edge of the Verse | Rebellion of Hex G-50

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Old Embassy Complex
Objective: Orientation
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Captain August"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Isobel Nakano"] (nearby) | [member="Val Kordova"] (nearby) | [member="Dominic Craig"]
Equipment: Blast Vest, A320 Rifle, SSK-7 Heavy Blaster, Alliance Adjudicator, Vibroknife

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OUTER WALL​

EMBASSY GROUNDS​

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"Well, Long Legs?"

"Looks like one of ours, cap'n," the Harch private lowered his surface to air launcher from its kill shot.

"Thought we had scrubbed the new arrivals for today," Sol grumbled.

"Looks like they didn't get the memo on that one," his trooper shrugged.

Captain Stazi had been distracted from any more snide comments at the Jensaarai's expense at the sound of a small atmospheric craft's engine wash approaching the valley. The duros soldier leapt back down to ground level from one of the hunter's blinds interspersed throughout the embassy's outer ramparts. With a circular waggle of his index finger and an unintelligible yalp, the Twilight Company sentries set about keying in the access sequence which would once again open the outer gate closest to the exterior landing pads.

"Its nothing, wizard," he waved away the apprehensive look on Master Garn's face, "Just a batch of new blood. We're not supposed to let anyone in, but alternative for them is standing out there until the next transport oh...tomorrow afternoon. Assuming the entire planet isn't under martial law by then. You're with me, let's see if the Major's faith in you is well placed."

Their 'new recruits' were about a dozen meters from the wall already when a heavy bulkhead began to once more slide open. Sol, Veino, and a fireteam of Twilight commandos in unmarked armor moved out to meet them. The soldiers wasted no time in raising their rifles at the group, unit discipline wasn't what it was and so the majority of A320s were interspersed with the occasional custom field edition and even more exotic choices such as older model F-series carbines scavenged from past battlefields. Captain Stazi kept his slung over his shoulder, on the contrary unlike his troopers showing no sign at all that he saw them as a personal threat.

"Come forward," he waved impatiently, lighting a cigarra while he waited. Immediately he singled out two, [member="Isobel Nakano"] and [member="Val Kordova"], "You've got a lot of guts coming here after what your friends in orbit just pulled."

Sol let the tense silence hang for just long enough, scrutinizing both women intently to see if he could glean anything from exchanged glances before laughing.

"You should see your faces. But seriously, you lot have poodoo timing," the duros shook his head, waving for the shuttle passengers to follow "Most of us are waiting for the bombardment to start any minute now."

Twilight Company hadn't landed this posting for no reason. Sol and his fellow officers had been openly recruiting from among the populace since before the One Sith campaign, when they were still a Republic unit. It was a proud Twilight tradition. He had never thought about it in such terms before the Fall, but watching the gate on Terminus had shown him that Lyra had been training him to be a spy hunter just as much as to be a soldier. Now that operational security at all layers of the Alliance was more critical than ever, men like Sol were being thrust into positions of unusual authority and oversight.

No sooner had they moved inside and resecured the wall then klaxons began to blare.

"Major, what's happening?" Sol asked, keying online the com link worn on his wrist.

"Thuls lost some damn prisoner. They've...ordered the entire base to go into lockdown."

"Ordered?" he nearly shouted, a scowl growing on his face, "Someone needs to go remind them who is in charge here."

"Thuku is in orbit. Sounds like the shooting is about to start. I'm needed here."

"Say no more, ma'am," Captain Stazi perfunctorily severed the connection, and once again singled out the women as de facto representatives, "Wait here. I'll be right back. Garn, keep an eye on them for me."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Location: Star Temple
Allies: [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] [member="Kaiah Nihl"]
Equipment: Sniper rifle, armor, lightsaber

It was one of those times where the ORC needed to be all hands on deck, and the Shakuran crisis plaguing the western reaches of ORC territory was, well, major. Under normal circumstances the only reason I would even have to come here would be to perform an external audit, but Jedi duties called me here in an emergency. I can't imagine the amount of work that I will have outstanding whenever I will come back to the firm's office, Griet thought, while donning her suit of armor, sniper and also being mentally ready to cast Neural Storm if something went awry. And the probability that stuff will go awry is significant enough to qualify for likely given the dark presence growing around her and the temple's surroundings. While younglings and their instructors made their way to lifeboats, at the same time, she could feel a few Force-signatures moving towards the hangar of the Star Temple. They seemed to be rather powerful, and even the weakest of them is at least as strong as hers. So she feels compelled to get there as well, since it seemed to be their rally point. But as she tried to close the distance to the hangar, with all her equipment... who knew what would await her once there.

 

[Veino Garn]

Alliance Embassy
Outer Walls
[member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Isobel Nakano"] [member="Val Kordova"] [member="Delilah Graham"]
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Veino was about to make a witty, hurt retort, but the sudden intervention of the Thul soldiers and their general caught him off guard as they forced the man away. That had caught him rather by surprise, given their slightly different positions of authority. The Alliance may have been in exile, but this was still an Alliance embassy. Their behavior was odd and it was something he would need to address sooner rather than later. But, so be it. There were larger issues at the moment.

As the ship buzzed by, Veino's hand dropped to his hand-cannon, but it came back up again as the ship buzzed by. That would be enough for them now that Twilight had things back under control.

As Captain Stazi, opened the gate, Veino sauntered out after them, hands resting on his hips as he moved out after the squad. Then again, that was before the alarm went out and the embassy started going into lockdown. He had given a quick glance over the group of new recruits, especially the two who seemed to be standing out ahead of the rest.

"Can do, Captain," Veino agreed, watching as the embassy sealed shut behind them. The heavy door ground shut behind him and he leaned back against the wall. He gestured to the rest of them.

"Come, gather around. Make yourselves comfortable until Captain Stazi returns. Call me Garn." He didn't feel the need to reveal his first name to them. While theoretically on the same side, his responsibility was to the Jensaarai, not the Alliance in Exile. Beyond that, he had shifted his role into intelligence gathering and counter-espionage. The rest of the armed forces didn't need to know who he was or exactly it was that he did. Twilight officers were an exception as he had fought alongside them during a few different campaigns.

His gaze surveyed them all while he stretched out his mind to begin gently sifting through their thoughts and emotional states. It was suspicious, after all, how quickly they had arrived after the incident. It had sounded like the escaped prisoner might have been the one who just entered.

Veino would make it a point to sit down and chat once he was recaptured, or Veino might have to see to that himself, although he'd rather not. It was difficult to keep his cover once he started swinging around a lightsaber or using the Force in an unnecessarily obvious manner.

"So," the man said after a moment, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "What's your names? What brings you to Twilight?" He crossed one boot over another as he leaned against the wall. Ruffling through his pockets for a moment, he pulled out a bag of dried fruit and nuts. Holding it out, he offered the snacks to the others. "Care for a snack?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Shield of Light
[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Griet van Vliet"]
[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kaiah Nihl"]

Tiland nodded for a moment, head tilted as he reached out into the Force. It was looming closer and more focused. The frown in his face etched itself deeper into his face. He clasped his hands for a moment and then moved with Vorhi towards the hangar, but he held himself back considering.

"Is not the hangar the most obvious boarding point?" His voice rumbled and he pulled out a bit of tea-leaves, which he crushed in his hand and sprinkled it into a cup, followed quickly by hot water. Scented steam rose from the cup as he peered into its depth, reaching into and amidst the tea swirls with the Force. He stroked his beard for a moment. Something was off in the usual patterns and movements of the swirls, as if something was blocking or interfering with it.

"Vorhi, what do you make of the movement of the tea-leaves?" His voice was soft. "It is unusual to sense such a disruption in the tea leaves through the Force. Something must be confusing my detection."

At that, his voice trembled for a moment but steadied. "Most peculiar. If you were a Dark presence seeking to board and assail a Jedi ship, how would you do it?"

 

[Luther Lewis]

Agent Ike Parker – Codename: Firebrand
Undercity
[member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Zak Amroth"]

Spoiler

Ike crouched behind a bin, watching as Yula talked with a stranger. Her path hadn’t been difficult to follow, everything another avenue was either blocked off or set aflame. ‘Curse you Ando’ Ike thought. ‘You could at least have told me the Order was scheduled to burn down this neighborhood’. After Rog’s attack and Yula’s escape, Ike was getting sick of complications.

His right shoulder was afire with pain, an agony that cascaded down his right arm and worsened when he moved it. Despite that, he counted himself lucky. The machete hung loosely from his left hand, a wicked thing coated in his own blood. ‘A weapon is a start, but I’m in no place to fight’ he thought. Yula seemed like little threat, though Ike wondered how she escaped. This new companion looked like trouble though; a dead stormtrooper lay dead at his feet.

Ike knew what he had to do, but he didn’t like it. Steeling himself, he emerged from his cover and approached the pair. “Don’t shoot!” he shouted, dropping his machete and walking past it. He approached slowly and when he was close enough, he spoke loudly.

“Blast it, Perl. You’ve just ruined a major SIS operation!” he let his anger and frustration with the mission come through with his tone. “We were this close to securing an agreement with the gangs” he continued, his forefinger and thumb an inch apart. “An agreement to coordinate against the First Order. Then you come along” He gestured to the burning building behind them. “Your little stunt turned two high ranking Lieutenants against me and forced me to flee while the Order burned the place down around me”.

He collapsed onto the ground in a heap, not having to feign exhaustion. He looked at the newcomer, pretending he’d only just noticed the man. “Who the hell are you?”

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Spaaace.
Objective: Divining the invisible with an unseen eye
Team of scholars and scoundrels: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Griet van Vliet"]
Team Ren Faire Knight Mare: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kaiah Nihl"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]


The blind oracle stood and waited as Tilund began a practiced divination. Vorhi watched thoughtfully. it was wrong. It was....fog. Vorhi tapped his blind fold. "If I were doing it, I'd be louder. But if I were him?" He grinned. "Spite and hate. Remember the meditation on Skor, Tilund? All that hate and rage...and it failed. I'd learn the wrong lesson. If I can't crush the enemy with brute force, then go for precision. Go where you make the most carnage." He made a gesture towards Coren. "Pardon for speaking out of turn, but I'd recommend shifting power to shields. When you're obscuring your only shot, you go for a penetrating blow. They'll go for a breach, preferably where the most casualties can occur from it. High-casualty and efficiently murderous--that is the First Order's preference in every path," he said calmly.



"They like to prattle on about law and order, but at their heart, there is a certain cold lust for death--at least, in my experience." He then smirked. "However, I defer to your command in terms of movement. Still, I'd expect a small, elite cadre. No sense throwing masses of troops into a meat grinder. Especially if there's already a battle on the ground," he mused thoughtfully.


He hoped he was right here. This sort of thing was always a gamble. Still, command fell to Coren. This was his show.

 

[Kaiah Nihl]

Kaiah Nihl, Disciple of Ren.
Equipment: Crimson Lightsaber, Flame Retardant Robes.
Location: FIV Wrath - Hangar.
Allies: @Sieger Ren | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]
Enemies: @Vorhi Alestrani | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Griet van Vliet"]

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While Sieger donned his armour, she turned her attention to her companions, starting with the shaggy haired man next to her. The human hadn’t noticed Kaiah yet, but that mattered little to her. He was shorter than her, but she felt small when she felt his presence in the force. The man emanated hatred, having seemingly incorporated the emotion into his very being. Such raw power was intoxicating, this much Kaiah knew, but it wore heavily on the mortal form. Kyrel’s face was ravaged by the effects of his power, creating a visage to fear. ‘Is this my future I see?’ she thought, suddenly unsure about her place in the Ren. The doubt lasted only a moment, replaced by a steely resolve. It would not do to be distracted before a battle.

If the Master of Ren was her future, then the other Ren was her past. Respectful and quiet, his attendance to Sieger reminded her of ceremonies of her childhood. Her family was steeped in tradition and at a young age it had fallen to her to participate in various rituals. The Zabrak was small and young, but carried himself like a warrior. It was difficult to notice on the surface, and could only be seen with a keen eye. Subtle movements, footwork and posture said much more about experience than words ever would.

“Will this one be joining us?” she said, gesturing at Jorah. “He looks about ready to begin bloodletting, providing he is careful”. The training regimen for the Ren was adequate, and taxing, but was no substitute for real experience. And if he were to die, then he was simply not worthy of Ren.

[SIZE=9pt]She was keen for the fight ahead. She didn’t fight for a personal vengeance, but rather a code. She swore service to the Supreme Leader and vowed to destroy his enemies. She would keep her oath and honour her ancestors. "Let my blade be steady and my will unbreakable" she muttered. "Let those before give me strength, so I might strike down my foe and my honour remain untainted". With her prayer complete, she grinned manically and readied herself for the battle ahead.[/SIZE]

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Location: Alliance Embassy
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: [member="Val Kordova"] @Craig Dominic [member="Delilah Graham"] [member="Luther Ando"] | The First Order
Enemies: [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Elaine Thul"] | The Outer Rim Coalition

Isobel exchanged no glances at [member="Sol Stazi"]'s insinuation; she put her hands on her hips and returned his gaze with a vigor that didn't indicate approval or disapproval of the joke when he revealed it. "All my friends're dead," she called back loudly in her cockney accent. "If any of 'em survived t'start of t'gang war're sure t'get rounded up by dem white-armor bastards." Isobel -- Elle, really -- cast a gaze skyward towards the First Order ships in orbit, looking equal parts defiant and afraid. "If'n they start shootin', here's as good a place as any t'die, hm."

On an impulse, she spat disrespectfully at made a rude hand gesture vaguely towards orbit. She didn't know if that was what got them admitted to the interior, but soon they were crossing the threshold. Her heart leaped in her chest when the klaxons began and the wall gate sealed behind them. Are we stuck in here with them? she wondered. Or are they stuck in here with us?

Elle looked at [member="Veino Garn"] as he approached, her gaze appraising. "M'Elle," she said casually, helping herself to a nut from the man's bag. She studied it for a moment as she answered him. "Dunno t'rest'v'em 'sides from the shuttle ride. Fella inna city's takin' all souls t'recruit for -- who's it again? -- Alliance. Free shuttle ride for bolan-- bolen -- for folks joinin' up, 'e says. Can't say fairer'n that. 'Sides, gettin' some honest work up here's better'n dyin' when t'stormtroops come through, amirite? I'm sure you don't wanna hear t'whole sob story, but s'enough t'say I'm a pretty garbage person but ain't gotta stay that way, hm? Maybe they did me a favor, kicked me arse in t'right direction'n here I am. Oh cor blimey," she exclaimed. "You'll be wantin' this?" She hooked her thumb at the blaster she had slung across her back, careful not to reach for it.

"Jus a warnin' if you're wantin' t'take it, it were old when Palpatine were a boy, but it works. Wasn't sure if it was a dance with the one who brung ya situation up here."

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: System, Terminus​

Objective: Hunt
Allies: The First Order | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] | [member="Kaiah Nihl"]​

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]​

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Theme: I Am the Storm​

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The haunting melody of fate played its strings as the Supreme Leader and his Knights of Ren rode their steed of death unto the enemy. Propelled by hatred the dark arbiters closed the gap in silence - veiled by magics of the deep. Like a viper coiling in anticipation of a strike Sieger broiled with energy, a dark star in the night. A black spear of violent force to be plunged into the heart of the enemy, a single violent point of presence. It wasn't their deaths Sieger was after, it wasn't even devastation or elimination - his aim was despair.

The distance between the Wrath and the Shield of Light had been significant, yet space remained clear of the cacophony of combat. *For now.* There was no disillusion that things would remain that way. The First Order, the Coalition, they were always meant to be at odds not unlike the Galactic Alliance. *And look where they are now.* Sieger's thoughts echoed. There were no stirring speeches proffered to the Knights of Ren, no theatrical bouts of encouragement as the shuttle grew closer and closer to its target. In previous battles, Sieger had always taken the role of the overlord, manipulating the very fabric of reality in the minds of his foes. Recent developments had seen a paradigm shift in the man's demeanor and his philosophy, a violent twist towards the depths.

Allowing inertia to carry them forward, the shuttle's engines cut out long before they'd advanced into their final approach. Silent and powered down, more akin to space debris than the vessel it was. Onward, like clockwork, five seconds before they would have been evaporated against the shields of the Star Temple the shuttle's own shields dropped as it's field disruptor went to work. Their plan was a devious one. Foolproof? No, nothing ever was but it would serve the Supreme Leader's purpose. In the void of space it would register as a gentle shimmer of light against the shields of the Jedi vessel. On the inside of the ship, a soft shudder would grip the deck as it slipped through the enemy shields like a dagger through silk.

"Take position." Sieger's monotone voice broke the silence. Stepping towards a small emergency hatch he crouched low, prepared to make their final move this side of the hull. "Helmets on. Stay on me." As his words came to a close a minute distortion of the carefully pieced together audio of his vocabulator could be heard. Little more than a small deviation from his normal tones it was unlikely to be noticed but present nonetheless. With their helmets donned, pressure equalization was initiated, venting the excess oxygen from the interior of the hull. Surgically Sieger went into action next, activating a small device linked to the vessel's control mechanisms. Several things happened all at once then.

Breaching the small emergency hatch, Sieger nimbly slid out into the void. Each Knight was to follow, grasping onto the hull of the ship. Now within the Jedi vessel's shield they had to act fast. Bracing himself against the darkened hull of the shuttle Sieger prepared to push off. In sync, powerful legs propelled him from the hull of the boarding shuttle as it too once again activated its thrusters in the opposite direction. Like small darts the Knights would move towards the hull of the Shield of Light, ready to embed themselves and breach its hull while the shuttle under automation did the same - elsewhere. Though it would be empty, attention would be drawn to the vessel now that it had activated its systems. *Diversion. Disruption.* With agility unbecoming of the old man's visage, he reoriented himself. Feet first towards the outer hull of the vessel. Feet contacting it, he activated the magnetic locks of his boots before activating a single crimson blade of his saber. Plunging it deep, he sought to carve himself an entrance, the other Knights likely to do the same. Together they would breach, together they would descend upon the vessel and its occupants like a plague. Meanwhile, the boarding shuttle had targeted the underbelly of the Shield of Light, seeking to bore into it.

Moments passed as the crimson blade did its work, melting metal and piercing the armor of this ship's hull. Stepping back before the violent decompression likely to follow, the Supreme Leader broke the final seal of the hole he'd begun to carve. Through sheer strength he would force himself in and through - with the grace of a cat landing feet first in a wide corridor. *Come meet your doom.* he called out in echoing waves through the force. Like a drop of water into a still pool his presence would bounce from corridor to corridor, chamber to chamber until its original point of origin was nothing more than a whisper. They had come to hunt, and hunt they would.

Sieger's opening move had been made, how the enemy chose to react was yet to be seen.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Former Alliance Embassy/ Recruitment Facility
Objective: Infiltration
Enemies: The Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Veino Garn"]
Allies: First Order | [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Delilah Graham"] | [member="Dominic Craig"]

"Stop whining." she said matter of factly in response to her companion/not companion. "You're wasting air." And by that, of course she meant that she was wasting time talking instead of moving - something that didn't exactly translate well when spoken in broken common as it was. Content to keep the silence between them, Mira gazed up at the imposing wall before them. As an operative with the right equipment it would have been relatively easy to scale she imagined, but right now? She felt vulnerable. Then again, that was how she was supposed to feel, wasn't it? Blaster fire from the other side of the wall sent her eyes wide. Subconsciously Val's thoughts darted to the dagger she knew was in her boot. Letting out a breath as things quieted, she joined Lotus in looking to the rear. *Not one step back.* Approaching the wall, she waited as Lotus raised her voice, eyes scanning her surroundings. "Ahhh -- hello? Anyone there?"

A few terse seconds later the opening of the gates followed by raised rifles saw the pit of Val's stomach lurch. *All it would take was one itchy finger, one slip, one misperception.* It was all she could think about until a Duros who looked to be in charge sauntered towards them. At the command to come forward Mira did so hesitantly, careful to keep her hands out of her pockets. If Val hadn't been a practiced agent she might have flinched at the next comments to escape the man's mouth. *My friends in orbit eh?* she thought silently. No glance towards Lotus would reveal them - this time. She did however breath easier, eyes glancing upward to the familiar shadow of the Wrath. "I'll say." Mockingbird said in response to his 'poodoo timing' remark, the chill of the cool weather involuntarily causing her to shiver.

A moment later, klaxons began blaring. A subordinate to the Duros interjected, gaining the man's attention before he handed them off to 'Garn'. At the invitation to make herself comfortable Val located an overturned synthetic crate. Flipping it upside down she took a seat, eyeing their newest host. She'd have to follow up in the databases after this op. 'Garn' was innocuous enough, a first name, a last name, a nickname - it was unlikely to turn up anything but it would be remiss of her not to at least try. It was a strange sight, seeing several soldiers about with the old Alliance markings - definitely strange to see them this close without being shot at.

Initially he seemed harmless enough but as the man's gaze rest upon them she felt a twinge of apprehension. She couldn't be sure but it was definitely a red flag for her as she felt a new wave of unease wash over her. As many of the First Order's agents, Val Kordova had undergone a strict regiment of mental hardening. Not only would any Force Sensitives find her a tough nut to crack but almost unreadable. In the past she'd always attributed it to her 'tough upbringing on the street' or her hard lifestyle - it had worked before. She certainly wasn't Force Sensitive herself but over time she'd learned to protect herself.

She let Lotus take the lead, only offering up her own name once the agent and her tough to understand accent were coming to a close. "My name is Mira." Reaching out, she accepted the offered sustenance - the way she tore into the dried fruit suggesting she hadn't eaten anything in at least a day. It would at least fit with the way she looked. "Twilight?" she mumbled, food still in her mouth. Val looked around at their surroundings. "Beats starving, and that." She looked up to the sky at the wide shadow hanging like an infant's mobile over the world.

 

[Zak Amroth]

Location: Terminus Undercity
Objective: AHHHHH
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Dax Fyre"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Sibar Laval"] (nearby) | [member="Luther Ando"]
Equipment: Expeditionary Suit, Hand Cannon, Lightsaber, Backup Sabers

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TERMINUS DEPTHS​

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"Oh shi-"

Zak's supernatural danger sense was the only thing that saved his life.

On pure reflex, the deputy fell backwards, rolling over the discard stormtrooper carcass he had delivered as a message. He hauled the armor plated warrior up and braced against his back just in team. Still, from close range the heat was suddenly overwhelming, and not even state of the art Imperial forged duraplast was capable of fully absorbing the incinerator's awesome destructive power. He felt his improvised shield begin to cook clean through and it didn't stop there. Flames rippled across his back and arms, dimly Amroth thought he heard someone screaming and then he realized that it was him.

Stormtroopers closed in all around him, ready to fire and put him out of his misery on Sibar's command. Before he could give the order however, Zak let out a defiant roar as he summoned up enough energy to manifest a blinding burst of light, stunning his would be executioners while their blast helmet visors polarized to compensate for the spike in luminosity. When they recovered all that was left was a smoking half cloak, its embers slowly burning away into ash.

"Oh, so it's like that huh?" he muttered to himself, safely tucked away just out of sight in a back alley. It would take them some time to spread out and find him, so he did his best to block out the agony of his gruesome burns while he signaled [member="Dax Fyre"] over comms, "Hey boss, its Zak. I'm uh...kind of in a bad spot here. If you're around, that is if its not too much trouble...I could maybe do with some air support. Oh uh, the Empire is here. Zak out."

No sooner had he ended the call then a squad of troopers passed him by, faded into the shadows as he was. His luck wouldn't hold out for long, and the flametroopers had a serious edge. Confronting the leader like that had worked on every gang he had faced down before, but maybe there was some truth to the idea that this First Order was something more. Then again, maybe he shouldn't have just gotten his ass kicked. Glancing around frantically for some way to even the odds, the deputy dimly made out a neon sign around the corner as advertising for a bodega.

A trembling grin took shape on his face. There were bound to be spirits inside, it was time to fight fire with fire. Zak charged out of the alley hand cannon blazing, its bombastic recoil threatening to dislocate his shoulder at the rate he was firing. Precision shots lanced out even while he was in the middle of a full sprint, meant to harass and drive any nearby Imperials back towards cover. He went crashing through the glass shop window, nearly passing out from the pain when he rolled across a bar table and onto his still freshly cooked back. No doubt the enemy commander would assume it was just another idiotic tactic from some outer rim savage, and move in his men to torch the entire place.

He didn't have much time, so frantically Zak began to search for the ingredients. It had been years since he'd made a molotov cocktail, but he remembered the process well enough.

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location:Star Temple

Breach...


And there it was, that aura that seeped through the walls and made it to the Jedi Master's location. The Jedi's comlink activated already as words was sent that they were here already. "They're inside."

The force flowing strongly through his, his own light aura fighting back against the stench that was [member="Sieger Ren"] and his disciples. The Jedi Master hurried down the hallway looking to make it to the hangar to regroup with the others. The Jedi Master noted some students whom hadn't evacuated yet, and he hurried them along as much as they could. One of them was injured, and he instructed the other two to help him along. "Come one, let's hurry. I'll escort you there."

"We don't have much time left."



[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]




[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Atlas Drake]

Location: Inner Terminus System
Objective: Misbehave
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Robogeber"]
Pwetty Pwincess: [member="Rae-Anna Ku"]

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COMMAND DECK​

KRV UTOPIA​

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"Grand Admiral, your reputation precedes you," Drake struggled valiantly to maintain the neutrality in his tone. He knew Rausgeber's name of course, the man had been in command at Skor II. Not even the Kathol Republic had escaped that conflagration's scars, losing several Marauders and thousands of the captain's comrades in arms.

"You may not know much about where I come from, nor would I expect you to. The Outback is, after all, something of a backwater, no? Certainly a single star cluster like ours could never hope to vie for the same majesty a grand empire such as yours cloaks itself in. I like to think of us as a tolerant people. A little mistrustful of outsiders, but understanding of our neighbors and their value systems. But only to a point, admiral. You call independence anathema, you speak of the sovereign world of Terminus as a blight. How am I to interpret such words as something other than a threat to our own values?"

"But as you say, it is not for me to decide," Atlas sighed and nodded his head, "If you will allow me a moment to confer with my superiors, you have my word as a fellow officer that no action will be taken against you or otherwise until you have your answer."

COMMAND DECK​

KRV TITAN​

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"Its about damn time!" Admiral Elias Stone glowered at Captain Drake's holoprojection, taking its place alongside the others in his ghostly strategic council. There was Shaper Vul of the Qektoth, the infamous pirate lord known only by his fellow Tofs as the Supreme, Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"] of Therapy Command, Master Gnost-Joral aboard the Shield of Light, and aboard the Reclamation Fleet's Leviathan was the Squib King himself, Adegabaydee.

"Apologies, admiral," Atlas saluted, his posture now uncharacteristically stiff, "Imperial entanglements."

"We heard," Stone nodded, cutting off any further report, "Your bridge and Admiral Thuku here have brought us up to speed already."

"Your orders, sir?"

"First I want to hear recommendations, that is why you're all here."

"I says go fer they throat now, while they's guard is still down," the Tof pirate lord spoke up suddenly in broken Basic, "Hit em where it hurts and break off."

"Yes yes very good fighty-plan. Trade fleet agrees, you bet!" Adegabaydee eagerly chipped in, "Smash mean tax men in face with awesome might of Squib weaponry."

"Sir, if we hit and run," Atlas cut in, "There's still Terminus to think about. They may inflict reprisals on the populace."

"Your captain makes a good point, Stone Admiral," Shaper Vul nodded sagely, his disfigured visage unsettling but pensive, "There are many variables to consider here. We must proceed in a logical fashion."

"I am inclined to agree with the Shaper," Gnost-Joral agreed, his Kel'Dor features inscrutable to the other humanoids present, "We must not rush to incite violence. A conflict here would be a needless waste in both lives and resources-"

The Jedi Master paused suddenly, distracted by something seemingly just out of view of all the others.

"We are being boarded," Master Gnost-Jural informed them, his voice suddenly tense, "The Knights of Ren are here."

HAGGLEDOME​

REDUCE, REUSE, EXTERMINATE​

​

"Grand Admiral Rausgeber, this is Admiral Stone of the KRV Titan. In light of the apparent lack of local support for your police action here today, as well as your unlawful aggression upon a Jedi vessel flying under humanitarian colors, I'm afraid we must decline your most generous request. Any attempts to establish an Imperial blockade of the Terminus system will be defied, any further Imperial aggression on independent ships in the region will be considered a malicious act intended to incite economic and civil unrest. In short, Grand Admiral. Get the hell out of our way."

"New orders from his Republicness the great Stonedini! Full speed ahead like!"

"Death to all tax men!" Adegabaydee cried, vigorously gesturing to those around him that it be so, "Release the trash!"

The Leviathan's massive cargo holds opened, spewing out an unending stream of space garbage on a collision trajectory with the Imperial Sixth Fleet. Squib needle ships swarmed hungrily all around the feast, maneuvering into death defying spiral arcs along the outer edge of the trash stream to collect enough refuse for their tractor beam operators to deflect incoming fire with. Needle ships had no deflector systems, they needed all that power for all the tractor beam arrays which they would use to hurl debris, swarm smaller ships and tear them apart with focused tensor beams.

Elsewhere across what passed for the Coalition battle line, each nation adopted an aggressive posture particular to their culture as they surged forward. The Tof pirates broke off, seeking to angle around onto the First Order's flank so they could bring their furious broadside fusillades into alignment. The Qektoth dove straight in at the front lines, no doubt attempting to use their quicker engine drives and exotic shield bypassing weaponry to devastating effect at close range. Bringing up the rearguard was the Kathol Navy, each destroyer's long range sustained beam turrets locking on target, its Marauders splitting off into two ship wolfpacks.

And then there was the Shield of Light...

CONTROL ALTAR​

SHIELD OF LIGHT​

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Starchaser... Gnost-Joral cast his thoughts out through the Force to settle in the mind of [member="Coren Starchaser"], You've sensed it too, a great disturbance. The darkness seeks to distract us from our purpose. Do not let it.

The Shield of Light's bridge was deathly silent. They no longer had nearly enough trained Jedi to crew a fraction of the star temple, but there were at least enough to fully staff his command crew. All essential communication was delivered telepathically, and so Master Gnost-Joral merely had to reach out and touch the mind of each Jedi officer to gain their insight into a particular ship's function. Just as he could sense from the moment the impulse struck him that the mothership's heavy proton beam cannon had begun to charge. A glance to navigational control was all it took for the ponderous battlecruiser to begin swinging around into alignment.

What is thy target, master?

One word echoed across their minds.

Wrath.


All Flags Armada

Spoiler

Squib Reclamation Fleet
Leviathan Factory Ship/Carrier
Cal-class Battleship
Needle Ship x20
Kathol Navy
Star Dragon-class Star Destroyers x2
Majestic II-class Heavy Cruisers x4
Marauder-class Corvettes x6
Tof Kingdom
Prince-class Tof Bulk Cruiser
Royal-class Tof Light Clipper x2
Qektoth Confederation
Bishop-class Heavy Cruiser x2
Ascendant-class Assault Frigate x2

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

TERMINUS SYSTEM
FAR ORBIT
FIV WRATH, PROJECT 83295 SUPER STAR DESTROYER
FLAGSHIP, TERMINUS SECTOR INTERVENTION FORCE
ADMIRAL LOIKAS RADHAM, COMMANDING

The cavernous chamber of the Combat Information Center on the FIV Wrath was lit only with dim blue lights, an old tradition passed down over many hundreds of thousands of years, ostensibly to reduce the eye strain that came from looking at computer displays for hours on end. While the actual medical benefits were dubious at best, it did allow Cyrus to enter the chamber without any sort of fanfare, and make his way towards the central command stations without being noticed. With hundreds of operators manning consoles and another company of supervisors and technicians milling about, the compartment simply could not be called quiet, but the noise was that of calm, stolid professionals, focused on their tasks and their equipment. If anyone glanced and saw the stark white uniform that only indicated a Grand Admiral, they made no calls, and after a brisk walk Cyrus took the seat that was always designated for him on this ship, slipping in silently a few feet behind the still unaware Admiral Radham.

He observed silently for several minutes. In truth, he had only just arrived in the system, ferried in by the FIV Merciless, one of the Unforgiven, which now took station on the port quarter of the Wrath. At the moment, he had no interest in taking command, though one would be remiss to assume humility played any role in that decision. He merely needed to have a better grasp on just what was happening in the far orbit of Terminus.

It was a rather complex situation. ORC forces had arrived from several vectors, some obviously fleeing whatever the Sharukan was in Saijo, the others arriving to reinforce. It was a mixed fleet, Alliance-in-Exile warships of the classic mold, some oddly designed but no less capable ships courtesy of the Kathol Republic, and also a diverse selection of alien vessels, with Tof, Qekoth, and Squib designs standing out. A haphazard sort of assemblage, but the First Order had underestimated them once at Skor II. They would not be making the same mistake again.

But the fleet here was not the carefully readied and awaiting force that had been present at Skor II. The lack of whale-esque meat shields aside, the ships coming from Saijo had with them a host of civilian vessels, transports and freighters, cargo ships and even what appeared to be refurbished tankers. A refugee flotilla that threatened to throw any semblance of formation into disarray and made any accompanying military ships stand out like sore thumbs.

But despite the disorder apparent in the enemy formation, struggling as they were with the refugee fleet, the space between the two forces was quiet.

"Admiral Radham," Cyrus said with only partially affected nonchalance, "Why has the fleet not started firing?"

The Admiral, one of [member="Aram Kalast"]'s 'Old Guard' and an exceedingly competent officer with a reputation for excellent defensive work and precise maneuvers, noticeably jumped at the sound of Cyrus' voice. But he turned and approached with the immaculate mask of command that any good officer should have, and his only show of deference was a slight nod of his head. "Orders from higher up, sir." He said nothing else, and Cyrus asked nothing else, merely raised a single eyebrow in response. Given that there were only three people who could countermand orders from Cyrus to the fleet, the statement spoke for itself.

Trying to bait the ORC into shooting first? That seemed rather banal for [member="Sieger Ren"], and the Grand Admiral could only assume he had another plan in mind.

"Very well, Admiral. You may retire from this vessel, the Merciless awaits your flag." Radham grimaced, but gave the required 'Aye aye,' and saluted. He departed in silence, and even before the blast doors to the CIC were closed behind him Cyrus had assumed command. There was little to do, Radham had been forward-leaning as usual, and the Warmind was already active and plotting, albeit in a mostly passive mode, issuing recommendations and advice to the various ships of the fleet.

But there was more to the Wrath than the AI and its Master Control System. The same interdiction technology that the First Order had pioneered and deployed at the infamous L-49 Blockade was built into the emitters onboard the Super Star Destroyer and at Cyrus' command they began to activate, distributing a field of tiny signal-repeating style drones. Amid the clustered formations of ships with their shields, mind-boggling energy readouts, and drive emissions, they would be easy to miss on any sensor display. Directorate Admiral [member="Gir Quee"] had figured out how to track and destroy them then, but how much of that information the ORC possessed, well, they would soon find out.

"Have all interdiction capable ships activate, lay a wall in front of our fleet, that should stop any microjumping, and keep the refugees from trying to cut and run too quick. Cue all fleet commanders, we have the edge in firepower and durability, lets see how they like a head-to-head fight. Inform Grand Admiral Rausgeber he'll be leading the vanguard, have Radham's squadron assume a support position, and hold Vice Admiral Reis to the rear. Other units, deploy as dictated by the Warmind."

With orders issued, there was nothing left to do but wait.

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TERMINUS SYSTEM
FAR ORBIT
FIV WRATH, PROJECT 83295 SUPER STAR DESTROYER
FLAGSHIP, TERMINUS SECTOR INTERVENTION FORCE
GRAND ADMIRAL CYRUS TREGESSAR, COMMANDING

He didn't have to wait long. Whatever the Supreme Leader had planned, it happened quickly, and the ORC ships flew into action. The First Order responded only moments later, and the pristine void was suddenly and furiously rent with a terrifying storm of energy and weapons fire. Marauder cruisers, Hunter-Killer Corvettes, and other fast, heavily armed ships broke off on the flanks to confront the Tof, while Rausgeber's Sixth Fleet led the charge. Squadrons of strike craft filled the gaps between ships, screening and awaiting strike orders, and every pilot had been briefed going into things about the best tactics to deal with squip needleships. To match the unusual Qekoth vessels, a number of Predator-class Assault Cruisers led, the molecular shields on the ships rendering them nearly immune to the exotic weapons of the aliens.

A large knot of capital ships (several star destroyers and a single Resurgent-III) stayed clustered forward of the Wrath, however, and these began their initial barrage by targeting the sole remaining Cal-class Battleship of the Squib Reclamation Fleet. After a moment the Wrath itself began to fire on the same target. Gunnery crews began to take bets as to how long the floating relic would last under concentrated assault by the technology of First Order guns. Elsewhere, a lone operator noted the movement of the Shield of Light with sudden alarm. The message was routed up to the proper authority, and certain precautions were put in place.

All this Cyrus observed in silence, letting his subordinate commanders direct their forces according to their design, and only acting on occasion to tweak and modify the inputs given by the Warmind. Somewhere in space now crowded with hatred and death, a ship exploded, the sudden onset of violence granted a temporary monument in a fleeting moment as the reactor containment failed and a new star was born, ever so briefly.

The battle had begun.



[member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Rae-Anna Ku"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Supreme Leader's Page Boy
Location: FIV Wrath
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Kaiah Nihl"]
Equipment: Boarding Armor | Crossguard Lightsaber
Engaging: None, currently

[ jorah's theme ]​

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Once the boy had finished the task of arming the Supreme Leader, he gave a bow and stepped back away from His Radiance.

Leaving the Knights of Ren to talk among themselves, the young Zabrak began to don his own armor even as the shuttle crossed toward their destination. The youngling's suit was a simple set of boarding armor, draped in a blood red tabard to distinguish the wearer as one of the Praetorian Guard.

At the Supreme Leader's command, the boy donned his helmet. The drone of mechanical noise vanished, leaving only the sound of silence as the vacuum seals engaged and the boy was encased in the pressure suit. The internal diagnostics and HUD came online, illuminating the faceplate even as it supplied an overlay of information. The noise level returned, filtered through the sensors on the helmet, while the comlink connected to pair him with the others around him.

Securing his lightsaber to his side, the boy took his position -- behind, and to the right, of the Supreme Leader.

His Radiance was the first out of the shuttle. The child paused, bowing toward the two Knights in turn. He could bring up the rear behind them, so not to get in the way of his seniors. Once that the two had entered, the boy jumped in behind him.

He kept his lightsaber deactivated, dangling by his side as he took up the rear of their company. He would not seek to engage unless directed. His role in all of this was to do as he was bidden.

 

[Rae-Anna Ku]

Location: FIV Executioner
Objective: Find Something Else
Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]

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She run her hand through her hair.

She assumed that she wasn't needed anymore, and the captain clearly assumed the same. She was ushered from the communicator and the bridge pretty quickly. The turbolift down to the quarters was silent, she had outstayed her welcome. The stormtrooper lead her from the turbolift, past the thousands of troopers getting ready for the battle that would be occuring.

She was lead back to her quarters.

The trooper left her. She sat down, looking from the window to the battle ouccring outside. The First Order and The ORC were clashing and she was hopeless to help. She looked towards the desk in the corner, shaking her head. She had a picture of her brother sat there. [member="Bradshaw Ku"] was a good man, a good man that she hadn't seen for years. She would see him again, eventually.

She stood up, and kept looking from the window.

She would help. Somehow.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Terminus orbit
Objective: Fighter patrol
Allies: ORC
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

Yes, there were a handful of enemy fighter contacts that appeared initially, presumably for the same reason Janick appeared. But, while Janick was recovering from this nightmarish flashback, her craft kept flying in a straight line, and now her squadron was at the vanguard of the All Flags Armada. Yet, this situation was not to last: if that enemy fighter element thought they would be going to fight all 13 of Janick's craft on their own, the battle that just started around them ensured that both sides would be supported by much larger forces. The space around both of these elements suddenly became much more target-rich and then, because of [member="Atlas Drake"] and his All Flags confederates opening fire, weapons hold no longer was in effect. For what she knew, the initial contact, now confirmed as hostile, may find the way to her a little messy because of the sheer amount of debris being hurled around by the Squib needle ships. Then again, the same held true of her path to the hostiles, too. To say nothing of wading through turbolaser or megamaser fire, friendly or hostile.

"All craft, weapons tight, and take evasive action! Use the debris as cover if at all possible!" she orderes, still sounding as if she drank too much tihaar.

"These debris shall not prevent us from getting to the hostiles!" T-account commented.

"Wololo, wololo!"

However, because of the debris' flight paths she needed to wade through, what she called evasive action had her take a flight path that looked like a three-dimensional random walk. It made her harder to hit, sure, but it also made it harder to get anything remotely resembling a steady line of fire. Even at what would be point-blank range for a dogfighter. Furthermore, it triggered another painful memory: Utapau. The only similarity here was that her flight path there looked like some 3D random walk, but she seemed puzzled by this flashback. It was as if it directly interfered with her flying so long as there was a minimum amount of similarity or familiarity. Here another vision seemed to be making her uncomfortable in her mind, spacing her out for a bit. She had a vision of a cockpit covered in barf, which made her flying in a sinkhole just as erratic as her current flying has been. Yet it was in a different craft, and fighting a different enemy. All the while that vision was flashing in her mind, her consciousness was unresponsive. As much as she was trying to regain control over her mind, it seemed her subconscious mind overrode what she wanted. But then the apparent randomness of her own flying was leading her very close to a heavy weapon hardpoint, attached to an enemy cruiser.

"Pull up, enemy cruiser ahead!" the TCAS voice shouted at her, causing her to snap out of it and to narrowly miss a heavy weapon hardpoint.

Spoiler: Craft

Shusugaunt Ghost (Janick's PC craft)
12 Lyulka-class elite fighters (standard configuration)

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Terminus
Objective: Help Zak not die?
Allies: ORC, [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zak Amroth"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Sibar Laval"]
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"]

"Saya's doing alright. Found out she's Force sensitive, man that was a day. If Ki's hair wasn't already white it damn well would be now. How's your Ma? Haven't heard from her in a while." the Rogue said, simply shooting the breeze with his niece as if the world wasn't burning all around him. Quite literally in fact. As Yula explained how she wound up on Terminus with mild burns, Dax crossed his arms and began to tap his masked forehead with one of his sabers. Even behind the metallic mask, one could see the grimace on his face. "Yula, honey, when your mother tells you not to do the things I do...this, this is exactly what she's talking about!"

The crackling, broken communications coming over Dax's commlink enticed a low whistle from the Zeltron woman, "Not sure why the Order think they can burn up the 'Rim, but oh well."

"Yeah, I think we were doing a damn fine job of it ourselves already." the Rogue said sarcastically, before Yula held up a bloodied shard of glass, asking for a spare weapon. Dax appeared to only look at her for a moment, before he put the saber in his off hand in his right along side the other he had already been holding and pulling the last saber off his belt. The ex-Jedi stared at the weapon for a moment. It was simple, a silvery metallic tube with black leather wrapped around its grip, a shroud covering the emitter, and a series of small cut outs surrounding the crystal, the orange glow of the stone within leaking through. The Rogue span the weapon in the palm of his hand so that the pommel faced Yula as he held it out to her. "This was my master's. It served him well, and me too. Take care of it, and it'll take care of you."

As Yula took the blade from him, a voice cut through the air, "Don't shoot!" A man, bleeding heavily crawled out from behind a dumpster, bleeding heavily, and ranting about how some SIS operation had just been ruined. If Dax knew Coren and Drake, even an iota of the people they were, Dax knew that they were not the kind of people to compromise with gangsters. "Who the hell are you?" the man said, suddenly rounding on the masked Rogue. The Rogue's presence in the Force, thus far kept contained had begun to grow ever since the man had started to speak. An aura as Dark as that of any Ren or Sith. "Someone you do not want to upset. And that's my niece you're speaking to." the Rogue told him evenly, quite clearly not about to put up with the disrespect he'd just shown Yula.

Before things could begin to escalate, another transmission came over Dax's commlink, cutting through the air like a knife. "Hey boss, its Zak. I'm uh...kind of in a bad spot here. If you're around, that is if its not too much trouble...I could maybe do with some air support. Oh uh, the Empire is here. Zak out."

"Its not the Empire Zak, its the First Order." the Rogue corrected, choosing to deal with the newcomer later, "And I've noticed. Send me your coordinates, I'm on my way." The Rogue appeared to send some message quickly over his communicator before looking at the bleeding man once more, "Alright Mr. Agentman, if you are who you say you are, here's your chance to prove it, c'mon." The Sparrow screamed out of the sky suddenly, hovering above the buildings above them, "Now or never."

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Location: Shield of Light
Allies: [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Kaiah Nihl"]
Equipment: Sniper rifle, armor, lightsaber
Objective: Kite

"They're inside" Kahne's voice crackled over comlink.

She was the closest to the entry point of that dark aura, belonging to the would-be boarders, but she quickly realized that firing at the boarders from a distance may prove impracticable. Because the range was a little short, she could, at best, fire one shot before she would need to get on the move, thanks to the low firing rate of that Umbaran electromagnetic plasma sniper rifle. For this reason, she feels that casting Neural Storm on one of them is perhaps the way to go: she believes that, while the enemy may be expecting some security forces firing at them using similar weapons, inducing a seizure in someone by Force-powered means may not. So she starts picking off on one of them she perceived as vulnerable, someone that, to her, didn't seem to be as strong as the others, a youngling even (Jorah), and then attempts to infuse some Force-energy into its brain so that its neural activity could go out of control by overloading it. If it did go out of control, yes, she would be led to think the resulting extreme but momentary disorientation would be very similar to getting a seizure from the youngling's standpoint. Either way, she feels the need to get on the move anyhow, after the attempt was made. Get into position; we shall catch them in an ambush at a bottleneck, Griet telepathically transmitted to her fellow Jedi onboard the ship, via telepathic tightbeam, such as Vorhi, Tiland, Kahne or even Coren, while running away from the boarders and towards a position that seems suitable for that purpose. And also forming up with these Jedi, too, and hopefully there would be sufficient cover for her to fire from; she was rather unfamiliar with the ship's layout. But, in her haste to get a tactical retreat done, she couldn't quite tell whether the hostiles would be following her trail, nor could she feel whether Neural Storm actually worked.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Location - terminus orbit
Allies - first order
Enemies - [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

Targets kept gettimg closer, her little patrol didnt have the power to attack even she knew that! However no order to break off at all

Jones get ready we are going to do a few passed on them while some more fighters make their way here, do not follow just shoot and run copy?

Sara took a deep breath and nodded her head as she checked her controls

copy that sir moving to harass

The two split, however the debris made the hit and runs a bit difficult as even acquiring a target was difficult task to do. Sara grumbled and did a quick pass ove rhead firing twice and missing hittimg the debris and causing a little bit to split u

all this fething debris is making it damn near impossible to aim!

The two broke off, however sara noticed something...the enemy was heading right into a hard point...flipping her fighter around she angled to face the enemy fighter as it pulled off and began firing upon it hoping to force it to the weapons hard point