Progenies of Asymmetric Warfare [FO Dominion of Zarnathea Hex]

[Maizono]

Objective: III
Location: Relentless-class Cruiser 'Unrelenting', Brown dwarf star Zeus
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Space Pirates
Post: 2

"Unrelenting this is Captain Graf, hold your karking fire! We're supposed to capture the station not destroy it, it's already disabled!"

Maizono's heart nearly stopped at the sudden burst of anger coming from the Unrelenting's communication system. She immediately yelled out out,"Main battery, halt fire!" The turbolasers on her ship stopped soon after. By now, Maizono's face was completely white, while she contemplated for a moment on how she failed to notice the station's shields were down and so were most of it's subsystems, but snapped out to respond to the Captain on the other end of the comm,"I apologize for the mistake. We have halted our fire..."

The lieutenant stroked her chin as she tried to find an excuse. She thought that maybe her gunnery officers failed to inform her of the state of the station, but she wasn't one to blame her officers for mistakes like this. She was already convinced it was entirely her fault anyways, but she wanted to ponder a bit more before actually admitting it. Perhaps the battle log that was constantly being updated was delayed, and by the time the Unrelenting dropped out of hyperspace, the log claimed the station was intact and operational. Maybe fault in the equipment also claimed the station was operational.

No matter how many excuses she thought of, but in the end she was going to accept full responsibility for her mistake. Who ever was going to scold her was not likely to go easy on her, and the captain that gave her temporary command of the ship is also likely to throw a fit at her. Who would've thought her first actual combat mission would start out so horribly?

A million thoughts were running through her head, but in the end she said no more and simply starred out the window. There wasn't much the Unrelenting could do now, she had no ion cannons anyways, and the other ships in the area must be modified since the stock versions aren't equipped with ion cannons either.

Maizono sat down in the captain's seat and rested her head on her right hand, whilst wondering what more to do,"Power down and recharge all turbolasers. I want a high powered, continuous sweep of the area to pick up any escape pods attempting to manually eject for the station"

She let out a sigh,"Open hanger bay doors and prepare a recon unit. I want the scouts to pick out any long range targets to far for fire control to make out"

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective II, Varunda IX Spaceport
[member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mael Ren"], [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Serah Oricion"]. [member="Darth Veles"]

Jaron remained a few paces behind the rest of the group. He was there for support if it was needed, but he did not know the rest, save for [member="Isla Ashen"]. His taint was the fact he had only recently returned, and the suspicion of who his master had been prior to his leaving likely cast a darker shadow on him. He remained quiet, content to stay hidden in the shadows. Today he opted to forgo his mask. The typical body armor he wore for excursions like this remained. Perhaps it would do well for him to show his face more often. While the others liked to hide theirs, Jaron was beginning to question why he had taken up a mask in the first place. It was not his own idea, or had it been.

His aura exuded a confidence which would not be lost on Isla. Perhaps the others would question why he seemed to be so. The Knight was cold and stoic on most occasion, but his prowess in the dark side was one to be boasted. He had good teachers, and many different philosophies as to which he had learned under. Once Jaron had been a Jedi Guardian, his saber still attached to his hip. Darth Arya had found him, and taught him the rule of two. His saber which had been a gift from her was also still on his hip. There were two sabers which he could call on should they be needed, and from the nature of the people they were being sent to, Jaron was sure to use them.

His mind reached out to Isla as he opted to play the introvert. Perhaps he was relying on her a bit much, but she had impressed him greatly in their last scouting mission. "Who are the rest of these. All of them are new since my time." The telepathy was for her only. While his eyes scanned the group, and while he did what he must from the shadows, he would not engage until the others had proven to be some degree of trustworthy.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Riflor, Frontrunner
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
[2]

"Oh, hardly." Irani responded at first while they walked. He was musing on his plans and there were many of them -- always were, but especially when it came to Riflor.

Technology, even exotic, high-tech ones, was fun and games. But at the end of the day ICE was known for two things: their naval expertise and their deep-running connections in these parts. It wasn't for nothing that the huge conglomerate was hailed as the gateway to the Unknown Regions.

In this, Irani wasn't pondering as much about the tech available on Riflor, as much as looking towards the future and towards the trade that could be pushed further for profits.

"Trade, Natasi, at the end of the day profits begin and end with trade." Irani mused softly, before giving the lightest of shrugs as they walked through the starship towards the hangars. Presumably that's where they would disembark with a transport to their meeting with the representatives.

"Riflor isn't on the Sanctuary Pipeline-" The one stable route into the Unknown Regions. 'Pirates' had stolen the S-thread boosters a decade ago, clogged up the entire working system and grinded trade to a stand-still. It had taken measurable investments from ICE to restore the Pipeline to working order again.

Worth it in the end though. They owned the thing now, made sure it was clean from pirates, made sure that trade flowed and that the traffic was well-treated with refueling spots and the sort. It worked.

"But that only means the world is starved for being connected in one way or the other."

 

[Progflaw99]

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Objective: 1
Location: Zarnathea, Ambush Site, Approaching Nar'tan Market
In Vicinity: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Kierel"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Post: 4
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They'd been listening in on comms for a minute now, Rolf gathering as much data as he could, confirming the data with his HUD. It looked like the Colonel and his men were preparing to take the head on route and he was supported by another squad. No reason to consolidate their forces. He made a quick note of the enemy locations and turned back into the room. The fight was about to get worse. Now that they were off the street, they'd have to travel from building to building, house to house to rat out the rioters. Unfortunately this wasn't a declared war zone, so they'd have to be careful to avoid harming innocents as well. There was no margin for error. While they were there to weed out the rioters, killing needlessly the population could lead to... a messy political situation for the higher ups. Rolf held his men to a higher standard. He keyed up local comm, briefing his unit on the game plan. As he did so, a small HUD display map would ping.

"Alright, check your gear. We move out in two. Watch the corners, we're clearing house to house. It doesn't need to be said but I'm going to say it anyway. Watch out for Civvies. No room for error. If they have a weapon, drop 'em."

His squad knew the drill. Their last excursion to Zarnathea had been jungle fighting at first but as they'd gotten deeper entrenched they had to visit the small cities the Vax had built, rumor was the fighting there had been bloodier than the jungle had been. Urban warfare was strange, disorienting, and anything but clean. Not only did the combat move and evolve faster in the urban environment but there was more dimension to the battlefield, more angles to be ambushed and attacked from whether it was a separate building or all within a single room. The would have to be fast, and effective or else they'd never get to their objective.

"Scanners have enemy fighters moving past the market, it looks like they're trying to route from our other squads there. Our goal is to cut them off, we move quick, we'll have a bunch of radicals to hand off to the higher ups. We move too slow, and we become just another cog in the slowly grinding war machine. Let's get to it."

With a hand motion and a slight adjustment of his blaster they set off, cutting through a connected building as they headed towards their final objective. To be in the streets would expose them needlessly to ambush and so instead they were going house to house, cutting through alleyways. Doors crashed open followed by shouts and screams of fear, and then stopped as they people realized the troopers weren't hunting them.They were looking for the rioters. They were actually making decent progress, about halfway to the escape route their fellow squads were pushing the fighters back through when they ran into some trouble. They'd captured a few fighters who'd been trying to hide in an abandoned apartment but couldn't afford to send anyone back with them as escort. Firstly, they'd be easy targets for sympathizers if they sent them back. Secondly, if they tied them up and kept moving it was likely that if Rolf's squad had missed any fighters they would come back to find them liberated. There was another option... execution. When faced with a radical enemy the only true way to extinguish resistance was death.

Rolf had already taken about two minutes trying to wrestle with the implications of either course of action but he couldn't spend any longer on it. They were rioters yes, but even rioters deserved justice... and it was not his to give. He wasn't about to leave his troops behind to babysit a few rioters. A grin crossed his face as his eyes passed a small closet in the room of the building they were in. There was a way out.

"Gag them."

At his command, two of his troopers retrieved the large cloth curtain hanging by the windows, tearing it into strips and gagging their three prisoners. They were the three who'd surrendered, the rest of their friends were laid out in the alley Rolf and his squad had just come from. Quickly they were stuffed in the closet but not before they were rendered unconscious with a sharp blow to their temples. Quickly Rolf noted the location on his tactical HUD before waving his men onward into the next alley. If everything happened according to plan, the fighters would be out of the fight and unresponsive till they were able to recover them. They pushed onward through the buildings till they had arrived. As they reached the building in question, they looked out from the windows. Ahead of them was the market, a large plume of smoke still rising from deeper within. Setting up inside the windows and behind furniture they prepared for the fleeing fighters. From here they'd have a perfect vantage point as they fled, if they were quick, they may even capture the ringleaders, convincing them to surrender. Only time would tell, till then, Rolf distributed his men inside the building to ensure they weren't snuck up on from behind.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective 3
Post XVIII
Involves: [member="Tanomas Graf"] / [member="Maizono"]
Location: Zeus

"Sir orders are to deploy assault landers to the pirates hangar bay, we're boarding this puppy." The comms officer said, "TIE's are to circle around the station and provide cover fire."

"Well, we shall respond, alert Captain Graf that our forces are currently grouping themselves, and will be ready momentarily." Carlyle said, before turning, at the end of the bridge stood a stormtrooper officer, attired with an orange shoulder pad. "Lieutenant, prepare your troops, I want them ready within twenty minutes for departure."

"Yes sir." The lieutenant responded, walking from the bridge.

"Margs?" Carlyle asked, his faithful deputy immediately looked up from his comms screen, and up to the captain.

"What is it sir?"

"Ensure a TIE escort for our troopers. I don't want anything to happen to them."

"Aye aye sir." Margs replied.
"Change our message to Graf, we'll have our stormtrooper compliment ready in twenty minutes." Carlyle said, before strolling back towards the viewport.

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Varunda IX (Objective II)
Post IV

"Be forewarned, Tyia. Resistance of any kind will be crushed," Mael said in parting. Once more he slid the helm in place. "And thank you," he said through the vocabulator. He did something else that surprised even him.

He turned on his heel and walked back to his personal transport. The Revwien watched him go with her implacable calm. "The Force will guide you to the truth eventually, stranger."

Mael Ren didn't stop to make a reply.

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For a long time he sat in the pilot's chair deep in thought. Nothing he'd done had been like himself. Her views were heretical and her words blasphemy. Mael Ren should've have cut her down. But he knew she was right.

Right in that a momentous decision lay before him. Right too that it scared him. He wanted to make the right decision. The decision that would let him have everything.

She was wrong about that part. She had to be wrong. Mael didn't want to accept that he couldn't achieve both power and peace. There had to be something which would allow for both.

He began the takeoff sequence again. It was time to rejoin the others. There would be too many questions as it was.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

C L E A N S W E E P​

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Taxi two was clear, and Ishana took a deep breath, "this is delta one, to all element leaders - delta is green on two." She maneuvered her bird and waited as the runway lights lit up, "alright, alright boyles and ghouls, let's do this." The sound of the TIE powering up as she began her trek down the runway, the holo of Ashtah hit against the dash as the TIE rattled with power, until she reached her launch point, "delta one up!"

And one by one, each delta squad TIE launched off taxi two, "delta two up!"

"This is delta three, up, up and away!"

"Delta four, up!"

"Copy that delta four, this is tower one to bravo one, line up on taxi one - tower to bravo, line up on taxi one - wait for our go."​

"Delta one to squad formation on me, delta pattern three-avalonia-one," Ishana ordered as she flipped a few switches now that she was in the atmosphere, "atmosphere check delta squad, report."

There was a bit of silence, "delta four green on atmo," followed by a sequential of, "delta two green on atmo, delta three, green on atmo."

"Solid, just solid - we're aware of our objectives, let's boogey on down to waypoint Charlie," Ishana ordered as she veered to the right heading for WP Charlie. There were a few minutes of silence before someone asked if they were going to have any friends with them, "that's up to the other element leaders if we get any help but don't worry we'll be fine, stay tight. Pipes how you doin'?"

"I'm alright Song, promise, thanks." Pipes replied as she took up position in the middle of the formation, "but it'd be nice if we had help."

Ishana understood, "copy that Pipes, but we've got three objectives, let's just knock this one out, alright?"

"Yeah I know," Pipes responded.

Checking the mini-map as they got closer to their objective, "on approach to Waypoint Charlie, stay tight and stay frosty."

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[member="Matthias Hux"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Nova Casamyr"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Jezebel Marcos"]​

Posts: 2 // ?​

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She looked back at her gunner"so you new to this as well"she said as she flipped a few more switch before putting her helmet on

um yeah actually fresh out of the Academy

Awesome I'll try flying straight you shoot starught"she said with a chuckle as she got on comms to [member="Pierce Fortan III"] "brave one this is bravo two names Sara it'll be fun serving with you" she said as she started to taxi getting behind bravo one as she inhaled and exhaled out as she shifted herself into the seat

All those years of sims, learning, studying, her crash it led to this...nervous yes very however she pushed it down and focused on the task at hand

Which was soon to be lifting off and flying in formation

And with that she remembered one last thing "bravo 2 green

Allies-FO NAVY
POST 2

https://youtu.be/joD_6b2H6K4

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 6

Natasi glanced over her shoulder at [member="Valessia Brentioch"], experiencing an inexplicable surge of fondness for the representative who walked a few paces behind. The woman had made Natasi's life immeasurably easier over the course of their brief working relationship. She was trustworthy, dedicated -- a workhorse in the same way Natasi had once been. Now that she was Grand Moff, she was unable to dedicate as much time and effort to every detail as she would like, and found herself needing to rely on briefings and delegation to get everything done.

To rely on people like Valessia Brentioch.

She didn't like to rely on anyone. She had come this far on her wits and charm, but she had become painfully aware of the need to delegate in the first week in her office. As Grand Moff she was required to take daily security briefings, to prepare for her weekly meetings with the Supreme Leader where she took matters of interest to him for advice and guidance, to discuss military readiness with the Supreme Commander and Field Marshall Vaas, and to meet with cabinet colleagues and others on a near-constant basis.

"Remind me to put Ms. Brentioch up for a promotion if this goes well," she murmured discretely to Sioux before turning back to [member="Darell Irani"]. She let her hand curl around his arm, tucking her fingers into his elbow.

"Not every corporation has the security presence to travel off the space lanes with security. Star Tours certainly doesn't, with their foolish pacifist ideology. But... Iron Crown Enterprises does." She looked over at him, her eyebrows lofting suggestively. "You could be the only game in down for them. What would that do for your profits?" The Grand Moff smirked as they crossed the threshold into the loading bay, where the armored landspeeder was being unloaded onto the landing pad.

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Objective: 4 - Riflor
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Darell Irani"], [member="Dunames Lopez"]| First Order
Enemies: N/A
Location: Riflor; Limo
Post: 5 // ??

Quietly Valessia monitored supply lines that went around the Order, she moved her stylus around and activated an earpiece so she could call and speak with Ensign Günther. "Günther, what's the hold up with Kuragin? They're delayed by two hours." She listened and nodded while mouthing Advb and practicing customary gestures which looked odd from the outside looking in. "Who? No, I told - no, tell Lieutenant Friehaas I've already cleared up the supply delays to Kleve, and if he wants to interfere with Kurgain he's going to have to run that request through me - no, I don't care if he's a Lieutenant, Ensign. At this point, I'm running Logistics in-lieu of a Logistics Manager for the - "

Tucking her tongue into her upper lip she shook her head, "because Primo Victorian won their contract, what's Frie- no, he'll get his supplies they're on the way, let me check in with the traffic toward a black hole." Valessia pinched the bridge of her nose as she climbed into the limo, "he's going to have to wait like everyone else, we're a little more than slightly taxed, Ensign."

"We've got Hexham and Merton, and don't forget that Kuragin is just the station outside Varonat, we've got Yages and Veers. Right, the 201 at Yages and they're getting a few new pilots, right, because we're - exactly the new Starfighter Academy, well they want to branch out but we're still trying to figure out which planet to stick their Academy on." Using her stylus she brought up the contract, "no the contract hasn't been awarded, okay so Friehaas is clear and who called about the Academy? Okay, let me call my - Ensign, I appreciate it just, just zip over the new information about the Academy because I have to deal with the Advosze here shortly, yes - yes, and yes, no it's okay, calm down."

"Right, okay, just send me those files, and please - remember to breathe," she said before disconnecting the call and taking her ear piece out. Debating whether or not to crush it under her heel or just chunk it, but given that the Grand Moff and a Duke were present, she simply decided to put it in her pocket as she brought up Advb. "Good afternoon I am Trade Representative Brentioch, and Scion of House Brentioch on behalf of the First Order and House Brentaal, I'd like to thank you for your hospitality," Val just shook her head it wasn't sounding the way she wanted it to sound and she leaned over to check the chronometer on the limo they were in. "This is just going to have to work..."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 7

"And a tally ho to you, Kohler," said Pierce, lifting his eyebrows with a smirk and turning to watch her pass. "Good hunting." He touched his cap in an informal salute.

* * * * *

"Copy that, Tower One. Bravo Flight, prepare to burn on my mark," Pierce said, his posh accent clipped and all business over the radio. When they had clearance from the tower, Pierce gave the mark and brought his fighter up. "How do we look?" he asked O'Brien over his shoulder, not engaging his radio for this one.

"Three is... sloppy," O'Brien reported. "Two and Four are all right."

"Bit late to send them back to the sims," Pierce muttered fretfully. He keyed his squad coms. "Bravo Three, if you don't square up I'm going to halve your drink rations for a month!" He took his yoke and keyed the controls, setting a heading for the objective. "Good man, Three. Stay tight, everyone, and keep sharp. These people have no sense of honor, so don't expect a warning salvo."

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Jezebel Marcos"] | [member="Matthias Hux"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 1
Post: 4
Allies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

As the Stormtroopers moved up the streets, the steady rumble of a second walker could be heard approaching behind them. Those who had served under Vaas knew that this AT-AT was piloted by the Field Marshal himself, along with his personal crew. Vaas' walker joined the first already on the scene, adding to the First Order's overwhelming firepower bearing down on the insurgents in the market area.

"Your orders are to terminate anything offering resistance," Field Marshal Vaas responded to Kierel via comm, as his walker lumbered slowly but steadily forward on the street, each of its footsteps another thunderous clap. Then Ludolf sent a more general message to the rest of the troops. "This is Field Marshal Vaas. Full advance. Keep on your toes for ambushes."

There would most certainly be an ambush. The last of the insurgent forces had congregated here, and here was where they would most likely make their last stand in a last-ditch effort to resist the First Order. But knowing there is a trap is the first step in evading it, Ludolf always thought. And the sheer power he had brought with his mechanized fury would certainly spring the trap. They would be too tempted to try and take him down and would reveal themselves shortly... or the sheer sight of his AT-AT would cause them to surrender.

It was the former. A second later, a rocket-propelled grenade sailed through the air, impacting against the leg of Vaas' AT-AT with an explosion. Ludolf clung to his seat as the rocket shook his walker, and then zeroed in on the origin of the smoking trail in the air.

"Fire!" He snarled, and taking the controls himself, let sail a barrage of explosive turret fire from the AT-AT at the partisan positions.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Objective: 2
Location: Surface of Varunda IX
Allies: [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Serah Oricion"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Post: 3

As Isla followed the alien man, she noted the familiar presence of Jaron Lesan was a few paces behind. She listened to her boots crunching pleasantly against the ground, and felt her hands brushing lightly against the sides of her trousers. But the voice of Jaron broke into the quiet of her thoughts, asking about the other Ren traveling with them. Isla did not immediately turn to face him, but worked to form an answer for him. Telepathy was not one of her strongest suits, not yet.

“Avreet, the Mon Cal.” She spoke into Jaron’s mind, trusting he would pick the figure of Darth Veles out among the group... He was difficult to miss.

Isla’s hands rose so that she could lower her hood, the daylight washing down over her red strands. She turned just slightly, so that Jaron could see her face in profile. Her head nodded in the direction of the young Ren with lavender hair. “Samka...” She sent him telepathically. Isla did not know the woman’s last name, so she left it at that. “The others...”

She gazed back over her shoulder at Jaron for a moment, a bit of a playful smile on her face, and she shrugged to signal that she didn’t know them. Isla hadn't been much help, but it seemed that there were always new faces to be found among the Ren. Their numbers were steadily growing.

And now, her attention shifted back towards the task at hand. The Knights were being lead to a small outdoor meeting space, so that they could take in the natural wonder of Varunda IX. There were several of the planet’s natives waiting – Ithorians and Revwians. A few of the aliens were clad in what appeared to be ceremonial garb, to show their status as religious leaders. Based on what she could see, the setting looked fairly informal. It was now time for the Ren to engage with the locals to gain insight into their thoughts and reactions to the presence of the First Order.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

(WORK WITH ME)

Objective: III

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal, Brown dwarf star Zeus

Allies: The First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Maizono"]
Enemies: Damned Space Pirates
Post: 5/??

Captain Graf once again felt a wave of calm relief flow through his body as the Unrelenting ceased fire shortly after his panicked message to them. A misunderstanding, that's all it was, information about their mission wasn't constantly updated especially during the heat of the battle, the damage was minimal enough, some of the turbolaser fire had grazed the shields of some of the ships, and whatever had happened to the station could be repaired by the Order's expert technicians anyway.

The comm officer once again flagged Tanomas and told them that the Vindicator would need twenty or so minutes to muster their troops, Graf cleared his throat and gave his response to be relayed "Tell them to take all of the time they need, the other ships have sent more than enough troops over for now, but back-up will be appreciated. Meanwhile, tell the Unrelenting to fall into formation and protect the Interdictor's rear, it's an expensive ship.".

And coincidentally enough, captain's intuition paid off. Com-scan detected several pirate ships, and surprisingly a very ancient Imperial II-class Star Destroyer coming out of hyperspace (pulled, being the correct word). Tanomas figured that the station had sent out an alert signal to other associates nearby, and they rushed to save their floating heap of junk that was the heart of the operation.

"Nine hells! Where the kriff did they get that!" Graf exclaimed with a scowl and began devising his tactics once more "Have all ships, save for the Interdictor, engage those ships! I want the Reprisal and the Vindicator taking on that Star Destroyer while the VSDs and the Unrelenting take on those other ships, divert most of the fighters to help, but leave some to cover our troops in case they send in boarding ships!"

The pirates had really brought in the cavalry, but Graf was ready this time.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Post three
[member="Pierce Fortan III"]
[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | Sara Lee Jones | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Jezebel Marcos"] | [member="Matthias Hux"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]

She moved carefully in line just as she was taught lookimg over to bravo ones tie and gave a smile as she checked her navigation computer and set course for the objective

Roger that bravo one ready to fly on your go sir"she said as she adjusted and sat her hand at ready

Once the go was given she gave power to those twin ion engines and took off maintaining a good distance from Pierce yet kept it tight as she inhaled and watched space approach as she smiled

She gave a chuckle and keyed in"I'll assume minute a single shot is even seen we eliminate with extreme prejudice" she said as she looked back to her gunner"have those guns warmed up just in case"she said and turned a dial as she sat in and prepped mentally

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective One.
Post Thirteen.
Involves: [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Kierel"]
Location: We in here.

The half of the squad that he had sent ahead of him was heard over the commlink. All was well, it appeared. Silence, that was the game. Get those who were where they weren't supposed to be back within the perimeter lines. There was even sound of two walkers on the way. That was confirmed when he heard more explosions and a rumbling that only turbolaser batteries could perform when striking against earth. At least, he figured it was a safe assumption that's what it felt like.

The High Colonel had yet to see a Base Delta Zero, or any form of Orbital Bombardment.

He wasn't too keen on it, being on the planet while it happened and all. In Space? Sure, performing it, why not. But overall, he'd rather kill that many people himself. To watch his lightsabre sever them to pieces, to crush them as if he might crush paper into a crumpled ball with naught but the Force. That was true power. That was the power he was after. But he could wait until those days came.

By the time his thoughts ended, he heard the sound of blaster fire. Silent and efficient were the White Wolves. As if they were truly wolves in their natural habitat. It was a quick exchange. One of the Stormtroopers from Zerek Platoon was shot point blank in the chest, but the armour that all stormtroopers bore dispersed energy all across the plates. He was out of breath, but the aged blasters that Vax utilized and the technology the First Order bore kept the man alive.

His words were simple when he set his eyes upon [member="Rexus Wenck"], the remainder of his squad, and then [member="Kierel"] and the remainder of her squad as well.

"With me."

He didn't wait for a reaction as he seemingly cleared their path.

He patched himself to the frequency with [member="Ludolf Vaas"].

"First and Sixth Squad under White Wolves Zerek Platoon." At the same time, the remaining 38 members of Zerek Platoon were forging their own paths to their location current location. "Initiating final push into the..." An obvious pause. "Remains of the Market." Short. Not as short as he'd like, but he clicked off and he was forced

"If you can stand, you can fight." His words were cold, uncaring of the status of any of the stormtroopers present. They were conditioned for battles like this. Training sims should've made them ready, and if not, that was just one more thing they could look into. Efficient. That's what he had learned about the First Order's Military. It was rooted in deep now, there was no casting it aside and projecting warmth for his men. He limited their deaths as much as possible, but he pushed them beyond their limits. As any Sith should be pushed past their limits.

As any warrior should.

That's how you survived.

They had a few moments to decide who stayed behind in that alleyway to 'cover' their final push and then he gave the command.

"Move out."

At that point in time, [member="Rolf Amsel"] would've been signalled and waved to stand down by the other five squad members who had splintered off from the main group whilst he searched for the lost troops. Their mission? Cut off retreat. IFF integrated in their HUD was enough reason to not shoot each other in their faces.

 

[Iroatas]

Objective Two.
Post Fourteen.
Involves: [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Serah Oricion"], [member="Phenex Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Isla Ashen"]
Location: Surface of Varunda IX.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

The Maelibus had landed upon the planet alone, but he had followed the other members of the Order of Ren. Those that served the Supreme Leader. Every order he succeeded in completing, he felt he grew in power. Stronger the Maelibus became. Who would imagine he could grow stronger? What did he draw his strength from besides his size? The Dark Side of the Force, obviously, but the once Sith Knight felt his strength increase.

Odd.

Did the others feel the same as he?

None were like him.

That much could be seen from so far away. His near ten feet size allowed him vision of the entire area. A meeting area they were in. Curious. Had he ever been in such a place while within the One Sith? Perhaps. Chances were his actions had destroyed it.

The Knight of Ren came to a stop, massive black shroud encasing his entire vonduun crab form in shadow and obscurity. None could see any part of his demonic appearance. None knew him, chances were. But he knew all of them. Not by name, but they were his new family. Brothers and sisters alike. They fought for the same thing. They came to Varunda for the same thing. The Supreme Leader. They were unified. Good. That was all he wanted.

His silver lightclub glinted on his waist as the black titan stood above them all.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective 1
Post XIX
Involves: [member="Asharad Graush"]/[member="Ludolf Vaas"]/[member="Kierel"]
Location: Market District.

Rexus looked over the stormtrooper squadrons, and then at the the Colonel. "Are the Gunners going to be following through with this final push?" The lieutenant asked, before following the direction of where the AT-AT's were headed. They were hard to miss, towering over all the buildings, with the unmistakable sound of their "feet" crushing the cobbled streets beneath their weight.

"Alright first squad, we're going to act as this AT-AT's cover as we mover further in!" he said, "The enemy could be anywhere, hiding in buildings for the oppurtune moment to fire at the joints!"

"Will do lieutenant!" One of the troopers growled, before running off after the walker.

Rexus looked at the remaining squad, "Private, you need a CO and an extra hand. I'm here to help."

 

[Wolf]

Objective 1
Post 1
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kierel"]
Location: Deep in the jungles, a few miles away from Nar'Tan

The jungles of Zarnathea were hot and humid on this day, sweat sticking to Wolfgang Krieger's skin as he made his way through the trees. He was not in his usual black garb, instead wearing a simple white linen t-shirt and khaki trousers. The First Order was extending its power once more, its iron rule extending over Zarnathea and beyond. Just a few miles away, Imperial warships had descended upon the Nar'iin city, having been invited by them and would now be asserting their control over the capital. Wolf, however, was not there to fight the Nar'iin dissidents in Nar'Tan itself, but to go out to the jungles and contend with the Vax, who could try to intervene in Nar'Tan and aid the partisans. Much of the Vax had been enslaved, but if there was a chance of their remnants banding together and forming an uprising that could inconvenience the First Order's annexation of Zarnathea, it would take place here, in the jungles.

Wolf had quickly scouted the area beforehand to find that the quickest route to Nar'Tan from the jungles was along a winding path that came out from the jungles and then to traverse and climb over a rocky hill, one that Wolf assessed was susceptible to landslides. The Vax would likely be planning to send reinforcements from within the jungle to aid any abolitionist and partisan elements in Nar'Tan, and it was Wolf's intention to ensure that did not happen. He was headed to the closest tribal area to Nar'Tan, an outpost for one of the remaining 12 tribes of the Vax that had not been entirely enslaved, and it was Wolf's belief that if reinforcements were coming, the closest and most logical place they would gather together would be here.

Wolf's suspicions appeared to be confirmed as he heard movement and noise up ahead. He was nearing the tribal outpost, and could see wooden huts come into view through the trees as he approached a clearing. As he came nearer he heard the distinctive sounds of clicks, chirps and grunts. The Vax were here indeed, and conversing as expected in their barbaric tongue. Wolf crouched down and slowly approached the outpost, beginning to see a large number of the avian creatures moving about, carrying their primitive weapons and preparing their group for combat. In the centre of the clearing was a fire, where a few Vax were cooking something, and much larger Vax walked to and fro barking out commands, and Wolf could guess that this was the chieftain who led these Vax. Now was the time to act.

Wolf took a deep breath, and stood up. Coming out from behind one of the wooden huts, he confidently strode down through the middle of the camp. He could immediately feel the surprised glares of the Vax, the sudden turns of the head, the alarm and the aggression. The camp suddenly broke out into noise, as the avian creatures began growling, and one charged at him. Wolf stopped in his tracks, and outstretched his palm towards the Vax to signal to it to stop. His aggressor momentarily paused, snarling. Wolf spoke loudly to the larger Vax, the chieftain, who was now brandishing a large sword and growling along with the others.

"I have been sent by the Galactic Alliance to aid you in your struggle, and defeat the First Order."

Many of the surrounding Vax cocked their heads inquisitively, not entirely sure what to make of his words, while others continued to growl, and Wolf was not sure they could even understand him. They looked to their chieftain for guidance, who moved towards Wolf, until he could feel the chieftain's hot breath against his face. The chieftain towered over him, at least measuring over 3 metres tall, and had to bend down to see Wolf face to face.

"I have heard nothing about this." His voice was deep and guttural, his yellow eyes flickering as he inspected the newcomer. Wolf was at least thankful the chieftain could converse in a civilised tongue.

"I was posted here a few weeks ago to keep an eye on things, but clearly today I must now act with the arrival of the First Order."

The chieftain laughed at this. "And what can one man do?"

Wolf smiled, his eyes resting on a large nearby rock. He outstretched his palm towards it, and let his emotions bubble forth within himself. He had only done this a few times in his life already, and it took a few moments for him to bring his willpower to such a level that it would spill out from him, though eventually the Force overflowed from his hand and careened towards the rock, sending it flying off into the trees. Some of the tribespeople took a few steps back from Wolf warily, while others only raised their spears and swords higher. The chieftain was taken aback momentarily as he wondered what sort of shaman sorcery this was, but composed himself to scowl at the man, "That will not win a war."

"But it will help, regardless. And I know you need all the help you can possibly get."

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective 3
Post XX
Involves: [member="Tanomas Graf"]/[member="Maizono"]
Location: Orbit around Zeus

Carlyle's eyes widened, was he dreaming? Was this a dream. Holy poodoo, it wasn't! This was the real deal. A living, not so much breathing, imperial-ii class star destroyer. Since his earliest days, the captain adored the old vessels of the Galactic Empire. He collected several models, and used to have an antiquated VR training sim of one. For him to see it was just, just amazing. His eyes widened, "Comms!"

"Yes sir?" The comms technician asked. The whole ship shook as the Vindicator began taking fire.

"Tell the captain of the Unrelenting, that should they destroy this hip in a zealous fit, I will personally skin them!" Carlyle growled.

"Yes sir, will-"

"And I will proceed to wear said skin as a husk, before seducing their mothers one by one. Whistling the imperial anthem!"

"Sir, surely that's a little excessive?"

"No, that is an order!"

"Yes sir." The comms technician replied.

The Gunnery Officer looked at Carlyle, "Orders sir?"

"Train our ion canons to their bridge, we'll knock the ship out, and hopefully their life support systems." Carlyle said, "Once our troops are done in station, I want a boarding party there, ASAP!"

"Yes sir!" Gunnery said.

Carlyle gazed out the viewport, looking like an overly excited boy. He began to wriggle in anticipation.