Progenies of Asymmetric Warfare [FO Dominion of Zarnathea Hex]

[Darth Veles]

Objective II, Varunda IX
[member="Iroatas"] [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Phenex Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Serah Oricion"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

More to join the party!

The Mon Cal’s webbed hand reached for the tip of his hood and pulled it back, letting the black cloth slide from his large head, head turned towards the newcomer. A human, plain and simple, nothing to make him stand out, nothing to immediately reveal his weakness either. Not a word parted from his lips, thus the Sith Lord’s mouth remained shut as well, though he couldn’t help but notice the impressive size the group has reached – now it resembled a small army of Force users rather than a diplomatic gathering. Definitely enough to intimidate the Ithorians and their Revwian neighbours, show them unity and order the new government gracefully offered.

Their pace came to a halt right after they arrived to a strangely beautiful area destined to start their diplomatic work, a wondrous place filled with captivating work born from nature, perfected by sentient hands. Everything pulsed with life, overwhelming the Force with sensations usually associated with the light. In the midst of it, several representatives donning specific garbs displaying their stature among their respective peoples already awaited the Supreme Leader’s messengers.

“It is an honour to meet you, noble gentlebeings.”

Soon, very soon, he’d learn and study their ways, consume more knowledge and earn an advantage over those who practiced the religious teachings.

Veles offered the natives a slight bow, eyes fixed upon the robed figures, yet his mind searched through the Force, finding Isla, his signature gently brushing against the woman’s presence to bolster her confidence as the Sith’s voice manifested inside her head.

“Remember, knight; display humility and respect, yet unyielding strength. Make them see that we are a force of peace and order and they'll beg to join us.”

Another matter polluted his thoughts with worry. One more signature resonated through the otherwise calm surface of the Force, a dark and terrible power, but that was one signature more than there should be. Someone, something watched them from shadows, like a hidden dagger ready to stab them in the back. Veles could only pray the First Order’s efforts had not been sabotaged by the One Sith or similar – the native inhabitants would hardly distinguish between knights of Ren and other groups, especially since all wielded blood red blades.

 

[Komo]

Post 2
Objective 2 - Operatio Clean Sweep
Allies: [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Nils Brenner"]

"This is Tower One to Echo One, you are cleared for take off."

As soon as the departure area was clear of any outgoing and incoming ships, Greta was given the green light to take off. With her TIE fighter's twin engines already powered up and primed for take off, she pushed forward, sending her fighter out into the stars with its iconic roar that was known to many within the galaxy. With her in the lead, she tossed out a questioning remark to her gunner. "How's the rest?" Mick answered with a hint of pride in his voice. "Not too shabby. The guys are quite alright. All accounted for, although echo four is a tad slow." Getting on to her comms, she gave an order for the fourth member of their flight to stay in formation. "Close the gap and stay in formation, Echo four, or drinks are on you when we get back. I'll be picking out the most expensive ones too, just so you know."

With all of them back in formation, the flight headed towards their objective in Waypoint Charlie. Based on earlier intelligence, Greta was informed that one team was already on route to objective charlie and her flight would tag along to assist the leading starfighters in the event they fly into any trouble. Getting on her squadron comms, she announced. "This is Flight Echo on route and approaching Waypoint Charlie." The pilots of her team were all eager for some action, and once these pirates showed up, so help them all for they would surely be blown to pieces with absolute delight.

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: 2
Location: Surface of Varunda IX
Allies: [member="Isla Ashen"] [member="Iroatas"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Serah Oricion"] [member="Phenex Ren"]
Post: 2



Sam kept pace with the guide sent to retrieve the group of Dark Force users as he led them outside to their meeting. "I am most impressed with your world so far. You have successfully resisted the galactic pressure for large, polluted cities and instead kept the tranquillity and beauty of a garden world." The guide merely nodded and gestured for her to enter a small outdoor area. Samka bit her lip in indignation, frustrated that her words appeared to be wasted on this mindless drone, but she squashed the feeling and greeted their hosts with her most charming smile.

It was a group of Ithorians and Revwians who stood to greet them, some dressed in typical clothing for their kind and other in more ceremonious dress. Beyond them lay hills and cliffs covered by multicoloured forests as exotic trees and shrubs competed for sunlight. It was quite a view and the locals knew it, it was no doubt why this particular spot was selected.

Sam was the first to approach the group, "Hello to you all, we are here to speak on behalf of Supreme Leader, Sieger Ren, and by extension, The First Order." Sam curtsied as she spoke. "I was just saying to your guide," she glanced around but the man who led them here was gone. It meant he couldn't collaborate her story but at least she could repeat the same hollow compliment word for word. "I am most impressed with your world so far. You have successfully resisted the galactic pressure for large, polluted cities and instead kept the tranquillity and beauty of a garden world," then she added, "a planet such as Coruscant may lead the galaxy but were it not for moons such as this one that feed those people, the galactic system as we know it may collapse."

The individuals in front of her may not have been Force Sensitive but the light emitting from them was sickening nonetheless. She had to tone her senses down less their light leave her blind. She'd been around individuals who walked this path before, one such person she may even count as... a friend? It was difficult to say. But to see a group choose to embrace the light side of the Force with such devotion that they as well be slaves to its will made her tempted to make an example of one. To pick one of them at random and show them just how weak their chosen path truly was. Sam shook her mind clear, she had more self-control than that and her role was a diplomatic one today. As loath as she was to admit it, her appearance as a pretty, petite teenage girl lent to her playing 'good cop' more effectively than 'bad cop'. There were other members of their entourage who could intimidate them. A mon cal with a cybernetic eye, the hooded figure of Pheonix Ren holding his large pike and not to mention the behemoth alien, Iroatas, towering over them all.

"As you know," Sam smiled sweetly at the aliens and held her hands together in front of her, "the will of the Supreme Leader has spread to this system and the only choices in front of you are co-operation or destruction and neither of us want that. We can help each other greatly, my colleagues and I are here to address any concerns you may have as your situation changes. So please, let us work together so that the tragedy of war may never tarnish your beautiful moon."

So far nothing appeared out of place to her, hopefully this mission would go off without difficulties for a change.

 

[Wolf]

Objective 1
Post 2
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kierel"]
Location: The jungles, a few miles away from Nar'tan

Wolf's heart was pounding, there was no way he could fend off these many Vax if they decided to turn on him. They surrounded him, there were dozens of them, and they were assessing his claims to be an agent sent by the Galactic Alliance to aid them. He could see the chieftain now in heated discussion with two other Vax who were with him, hurriedly clucking and chirping to each other. Wolf wished he had some sort of translation module at this point, for as of right now he felt quite helpless in the face of these barbarians. Wolf had indeed chosen a bold strategy, making use of the independence the Order of Ren gave their members to pursue the goal he thought would best serve them. A bold strategy indeed, though perhaps a foolish one. Wolf's thoughts nagged at him, but he had to be calm now, any hint of weakness and the mask could slip.

The Vax chieftain walked towards him once more, his head bobbing up and down as he moved, coming forward to nearly touch Wolf's face. "There is no time to waste," came his low guttural tone, "I cannot stay here forever debating if you are who you say you are. We must move now on Nar'Tan, and take back what is ours." He let out a defiant series of clicks and chirps, beating his chest, "My people will have freedom, and our oppressors will be overthrown."

Wolf internally breathed a sigh of relief, but outwardly he simply smiled, "Very good. I will do all in my power to help you win your freedom."

"We must move at once." The chieftain looked to the other Vax, and began to walk in a circle around the fire to talk to the rest of the tribespeople. Wolf took a few steps back to stand among the ranks of Vax warriors that had gathered to hear their chieftain speak.

Chirp chirp. Growl growl. Click click? Wolf was sure what the chieftain was saying was a terribly motivating and uplifting speech, one that would stir the soul to combat, one that would light a fire in one's very being that could send a person to the depths of Hell and back. Of course, that was how Wolf had imagined it. Shame they have to speak in this savage tongue. He smiled as he saw the chieftain beat his chest in defiance, raise his fist in the air, shake his sword up and down, and stamp his feet on the ground. The other Vax began growling and chirping in response, and waving their weapons up and down. Wolf could not help but admire their zeal, their commitment to the freedom of their people and the conviction with which they fought. It was in the end folly of course. The Vax had stubbornly refused to adopt modern weaponry in the centuries gone by, they chose to be weak, and were enslaved by their ethnic cousins as a result of their enormous stupidity.

Wolf stepped forward as the chieftain finished his rallying speech.

"Compelling stuff, my good man. Shall we be off then?"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Riflor orbit
Post: 4/30
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Objective: Open trade routes from Riflor to other planets in First Order worlds

Now that Dunames' ship was on the ground, time was there for her to form up with Valessia in a limo with Merrily in tow, the WA-7 droid that could interpret in Advb among the 10,000 forms of communication its current programming contains. Star Tours couldn't let Iron Crown Enterprises have all the fun. Her role here was all about the shipping of materials and manufactured goods across the galaxy, and not about license-building these. Star Tours was primarily a shipping company but the company took care of the limo they were to use for carrying Dunames and her WA-7 droid to the venue that the First Order peeps gave them, so hopefully Star Tours won't impinge on Iron Crown Enterprises' activities. She doesn't, as of yet, know about that corporation's intentions. Star Tours is just as eager to be present in that hex, but she has to balance the needs of her corporation against those of ICE, even though both are First Order-related and are there for First Order business.

"We have arrived at the rendezvous point Valessia gave us"

"Good. Just wait for Valessia, Darell, Natasi and the security detail assigned to their group"

 

[Wolf]

Objective 1
Post 3
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kierel"]
Location: The jungles, a few miles away from Nar'tan

The Vax began to form a large group, they were disorganised, they did not form into ranks like a Stormtrooper legion, but were loosely arrayed, armed with swords and spears, and some primitive firearms thrown into the mix. It was not necessarily a bad formation, Wolf mused, no doubt in the jungle it would serve them well to be loosely arrayed, finding ambush positions in the trees and serving as agile, deadly skirmishers. The chieftain wanted Wolf to walk at the front with him, in his own words, "I want you where I can see you."

And so the march began. Well, 'march' in the loosest sense of the word. It was not an orderly procession through the jungle, but Wolf was instead astounded as the Vax warriors burst into life, sprinting into the trees towards Nar'Tan, the chieftain right there among with them. Wolf grit his teeth and tried to keep up with the chieftain, running as fast as he could through a jungle with roots and mounds that could trip him up at any time. Wolf looked up as he was running to see Vax warriors swinging through the treetops. Each of these warriors stood at 3 metres tall, and were certainly a menacing sight from down below. If one of them pounced on you from up there, your bones would likely be broken by their impact long before they had to kill you with their weapons, primitive as they may be.

Wolf felt like he could trip up at any moment, his vision a blur as he ran through the trees and kept up with the chieftain. He let out a sigh of relief as the pace began to slow down to a jog, and Wolf was able to more comfortably keep up with the Vax chieftain. Wolf panted heavily to catch his breath, he did not expect that they would be covering the distance to Nar'Tan this quickly, and judging by the number of warriors, there were dozens of them, it would provide a serious inconvenience to the First Order if he allowed them get to their destination. Wolf continued to pant as he jogged alongside the chieftain.

"Will you be alright, or do you want me to carry you?" came the sarcastic growl of the chieftain.

Wolf chuckled at this as he jogged. His mind scolded him for doing so.

Do not risk growing attached. You have to kill these savages at some point, remember?

 

[Progflaw99]

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Objective: 1
Location: Zarnathea, 2nd Floor Apartments, Facing Nar'tan Market
In Vicinity: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Kierel"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Post: 5
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Silently they waited, their blasters at the ready. Rolf and his squad had broken off of the main force, almost from the beginning. Since then they'd done more than their share of fighting, a few of the troopers bore evident scorch marks on their armor from the resistance fighter's outdated weapons. They'd made it this far without any true casualties, the same couldn't' be said for their enemies. Bodies of fighters still littered the street, their ancient weapons and pieced together armor useless against the onslaught of the much better equipped and trained soldiers of the First Order. They could see the hear the hydraulic hum and grating engines of the AT-AT's from where they were perched, the second floor of a row of apartments facing the projected escape route. The remainder of the platoon Rolf belonged to had been tightening the noose around the market, funneling any retreating fighters into the kill-zone splayed out before them.

They could hear the shouts coming from within the market, blaster bolts flashing and movement. Movement. Rolf narrowed his eyes behind the mask of his helmet. He could just make out the brown coat of one of the resistance fighters. He was pushed up against a chunk of building that had come loose during the artillery blasts. He sighted in, carefully eyeing the lone man through his blaster's sights. He'd extended the under-folding stock allowing him to steady the short blaster, the back of his armored hand resting on the window sill. As he continued to wait, he saw more movement, this time in the street farther down from the man. Here they came. At least a dozen rag tag fighters came sprinting down the avenue. Behind them, hastily pursuing was an AT-ST, it's blasters screeching as they fired after them. As the men running down the street approached the position where the man was hiding, Rolf saw him reach for something down low. He was intrigued.

The men sprinting had now passed the man's hiding spot, even closer to where Rolf's squad lay in wait.

"Hold steady." He spoke calmly into his comm. "Fire on my signal."

His sights were lined up on the man's torso, his breathing slow and steady. The brown coated man had retrieved a tube-like object and hefted it onto his shoulder, rising just over the top of the chunk of rubble. The AT-ST was still just out of range of the man, and he hesitated, crouching down once more.

Breathe in.

Two seconds passed, the man beginning to rise once more, the tube aimed squarely at the AT-ST's body. Lasers hung in the air, seeming to find every target except the man, boldly standing there as he lined up his shot. The other fighters were now looking back over their shoulders, shouting at him to fire.

Breathe out.

Slow steady pressure on the trigger mechanism of the blaster had already begun, engaging the weapon's firing parts. Rolf's relaxed body absorbing the already minimal recoil as the blaster fired a singular blaster bolt. With a significant hiss the bolt hit the man squarely between the shoulder blades, his grasp on the tube launcher failing as his lifeless body fell to the ground. It was only a fraction of a second before the rest of Rolf's squad opened up a torrential rain of fire down on the remaining fighters who had turned back towards the building they were in, shocked expressions greeted only with more laser fire. They were cut down after several seconds, arms, torso's, legs, all peppered by the fire from his entire squad. There might be more still trapped inside the market but they would be taken care of by the others.

As Rolf surveyed the damage he and his squad had let loose on the unexpecting fighters, he noticed a few still moving. It looks like he'd have to push the men harder in their training. So far the resistance fighters hadn't put up much of a fight, it was disappointing really. With his scowl hidden beneath his helmet, he spoke a single word as he propelled himself forward, right through the open window to the ground below.

"Attack!"

Like a deluge of water shooting from the top of a waterfall, his entire squad began vaulting out of the windows of the second floor to the ground below. As soon as Rolf's feet hit the ground he was already moving forwards to the closest of the survivors, the man's arm turned to black where the blaster had unceremoniously seared the flesh from bone. Two other lay unconscious but breathing nearby. Approaching the first man Rolf looked down at the shattered body, pain evident in the man's expression, his eyes bulging. This man was already dead, and the First Order would waste none of their resources trying to save him. The last thing he ever saw was the blurred barrel of a blaster rifle before his life was taken, death a sweet release from the agony he had been experiencing.

Gritting his teeth Rolf moved forward to the next survivor. This one seemed to have been knocked unconscious by a nearby blast, his body in tact. He reached down, his armored fist lifting the man from the ground. Quickly holstering his blaster, he retrieved a pair of flexi-cuffs from his utility belt, binding the man's hands behind him. He issued commands as he kneeled on the man's back and retrieved his blaster, watching for any further contacts.

"Bind them. They will want to make public examples of these few."

Combat was never clean or organized, it was chaotic. Rolf didn't revel in killing, but combat... there was something exhilarating about it. The way it got your adrenaline running, the risk of injury or death, the thrill of the hunt. Killing was a necessary part of the job but it was not one he took pleasure in, at least not blindly. Crushing his enemies? That he could enjoy however. It was likely they would publicly execute any of the dissenter's they'd capture and that was reward enough for having to deal with these dissidents.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Objective 3 - Starfighter Corps - Operation Clean Sweep
Location - Briefing Room - Resurgent class Star Destroyer, Concordia [Concordia's Location Redacted ]
Allies - [member="Matthias Hux"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Ishana Pavanos"], [member="Nova Casamyr"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"] ,
Enemies - Estimated pirate strength; 2 squadrons of mixed-force starfighters operating from 1 frigate.
Post 4

Roderik listened to the various status checks and side-chatter from among the various starfighter pilots making up this particular sortie, through the on-board comm speakers. They were a solid bunch, with enough decorum over the comm-net to warrant a pleased thought. Professionalism was the name of the game here in the cockpit, the captain always believed whole-hearted. He ran through his pre-flight checks once with precise muscle memory, before slipping his distinctive helmet over his head - activating the ship's HUD display in the process.

"Alright, how are you back there?" The captain finally spoke to his gunner, informally known as Stash Two, for his equally grown but less brilliant mustache - quite possibly the second best mustache in the squadron, without much doubt, however, so a call-sign earned none the less regardless of his position as Roderik's favored gunner.

The gunner gave a response to which Roderik couldn't catch, the captain's attention fixed now on the tower operator's instructions. Roderik's flight was the last scheduled TIE departure for the operation.

"Alpha One to Alpha Flight, commence launch." He ordered simply on his flight-level comm channel as he pulled back on the control yoke, and inched the throttle forward, causing his TIE/sf starfighter to egress from the hangar bay in a safe but rapid fashion.

"Alpha One to all flights. Anyone not en-route to an objective, form up on me." He spoke on the general Starfighter Corps channel this time.

He edged his TIE Fighter into a wide turn, correcting his course until his flight path trajectory lead him to Way-point Alpha and when he was certain any loose flights and elements were in close enough proximity he throttled to maximum power.

"Alpha One to Bravo One, inform your flight to be liberal with their missiles. We have bomber support, so saving for concentrated firepower on the capship won't be a priority. Lets get any fighters out of the way quick." He called to [member="Pierce Fortan III"] over the comm net.

They were fast approaching the objective area of the way-point; which itself was merely a wide net for them to search the old fashioned way - with twin ion engines propelling them in concentric circles and other such search patterns. Clearing out the zone of anything encountered was a preferable mission-type over ground strikes or TIE Bomber escort, however, so Roderik was delighted.

It was not long before several blips began to show on his sensor display. Small targets. Fighters.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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If Echo Flight was on their way, then Delta had no idea. Delta reached waypoint charlie and were faced with a welcome wag, "feth! Dive, dive, dive!" Ishana ordered and the flight ducked to the right avoiding a barrage of laser fire, "kark, we've got a frigate breaking off to engage, stay tight, don't break formation." Ishana's blood was riding on adrenaline already as her TIE Fighter screamed, she managed to pull back up and get a lock on part of the frigate, "okay I lied, break formation, Pipes stay with me, Pans, Parrot take flank pull this frigate away from the main group."

"Copy," Pans acknowledged as he and Parrot broke away from the arrow shape and peeled into the opposite direction as Songbird and Pipes veered up behind the frigate. She let her target lock and waited, "Pipes, you there?"

She acknowledged, "yes, I'm right here but uh, we've company Interceptors on our four."

"Pans take lead, Pipes swing around and get into a line behind Parrot."

"But."

"Just stick with the boys, I've got these interceptors," Ishana ordered as she hit the throttle, her TIE could be seen breaking away and leading interceptors away from her flight, "that's right, come get the birdie." The songbird cracked a smile, "three on one, just my kinda odds." She took evasive maneuvers, looking at her radar and then out of her viewport to see her squad engaging the frigate, and then she looked down at her sensor readings, letting out a long whistle, she flipped coms, "welcome to the party this is delta one, I've got these clowns - but that frigate's gonna be trouble, 'preciate it if you could lend my boyles and ghouls a paw or two, delta one out."

Her relentless dogfighter senses kicked in as she spun her fighter around, shocking the three pirates who had been pursuing her, she locked on target with one and began firing, watching as her lasers clipped into the enemy wings, she pulled up as he spun down and exploded.

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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"]​

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[Ludolf Vaas]

Objective: 1
Post: 5
Allies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

"Received, High Colonel Graush," Ludolf responded to [member="Asharad Graush"] as the latter commed in to inform him of his taking command of the First and Sixth squads. He recognized the Sith pureblood's voice, as he had not long ago placed him in personal command of the White Wolves, who had recently been upgraded to a Regiment. "Keep pressing forward. This day will be ours."

Ludolf had to speak over the fiery din of his AT-AT's cannon rapidly pinging off shots in a one-two rhythm, the sound of the walker's mighty laser turret resounding throughout the city, the market district of which was now being swiftly reduced to rubble. Vaas had long since abandoned the prospect of targeting individual enemies on the ground. They were gradually pouring out of the nearby buildings, or poking their heads through windows, which meant that the buildings themselves had to come down. Any time Field Marshal Vaas saw an enemy combatant in a window of a building, he targeted the entire building for complete destruction. He fired the AT-AT's cannon until there was little but a shell of where the building once stood, and he continued to repeat the process.

"Damage report!" He said to the AT-AT's co-pilot, inquiring of the hit they had taken from the rocket-propelled grenade earlier.

"All legs still functioning, sir."

Vaas was no longer interested in taking prisoners. At this rate, the battle would soon be over and there would be few prisoners left to take.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

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: 6/??

Tanomas was just as excited to see the star destroyer; its infamous dagger profile designed to allow all turbolasers to fire forward, its eight octuple-barbette turbolaser cannons flanking its command tower, and its bridge where currently an unworthy pirate was commanding the ancient wonder of technology like he would an incompetent frigate! The captain was snapped out of his fury by the comm operator who notified that the Vindicator was going to disable the ship, going as far as threatening the Unrelenting to stay out of the way.

Graf chuckled lightly and told him to relay his message to Captain Rausgeber "Tell him that if any of his or my crew is killed capturing that beauty, I will personally blind him with a hot spoon and make him spit shine the ISD with a toothbrush, then take the destroyer for myself." he said to a fearfully nodding ensign. It was a magnificent ship, and he himself was hoping to experiment with it once they acquired it for the Order's Navy.

The aged captain turned towards another ensign "Tell gunnery to do as the Vindicator is doing and concentrate our ion cannons on the ISD, I want idle laser cannons to take out enemy fighters while our capital turbolasers are helping the VSDs take out the rest of the fleet, I also want a status update from our boarding parties." he ordered as he turned back to the glasteel viewports and marveled the combat superiority of the ISD, sadly inept with its untrained captain against seasoned naval commanders.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective One.
Post Fifteen.
Involves: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Kierel"], [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Location: Wherever We Is

The Sith Hybrid turned his head to the Lieutenant from earlier. That... Gundark Gunner Company, or some such. He had forgotten what they were, but he immediately looked back to what he was doing as he answered.

"They'll be the rear guard," the High Colonel replied to the Lieutenant. Not that they would actually need one, but he didn't want a Company of ragtag criminals turned stormtroopers in the way of those conditioned to be the backbone of the First Order War Machine.

"Move out," and the White Wolves took the lead, optics focused on the street ahead of them. They would've trained them on the buildings, but when they saw movement, a moment later there was the distinct sound of turbolasers firing.

Thwump.

Thwump.

And then the building was either collapsing in on itself, blowing up into rubble, or reduced to nothing. They needn't worry, not too much. He was innately aware however what happened when you cornered a wild animal. And if there was still rebellion, they were most certainly dangerous. As dangerous as a primitive people could be of course.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective 3
Post XXI
Involves: [member="Tanomas Graf"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/9284-tanomas-graf/http://starwarsrp.net/user/9284-tanomas-graf//[member="Maizono"]
Location: Orbit around Zeus

Carlyle watched in fascination as the imperial-ii star destroyers lights faded, and it began to float. "Kark!" Carlyle growled as the ship began to float towards them. "All tractor beams, focus on that ship! I want it's momentum stop!" He commanded.
The tractor beam officer nodded, "All beams online, and pushing sir!"

The star destroyer began to hurtle towards the Vindicator, on a crash course with the bridge. "We need support! We need other ships to activate their beams, or ekse we're crushed!"

"Yes sir!" The comms technician replied, "All ships! This is the Vindicator, we need to stop this ship, use tractor beams in conjunction with ours! This is of the most urgent priority!"

 

[Tanomas Graf]

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: 7/??

Graf himself panicked a bit as the Star Destroyer began floating towards the Vindicator, apparently the pirate captain had set a collision course at its attacker right as its systems shut down, hopefully the captain was choking as the life support systems had gone down moments prior. The comm operator relayed a hurried message from the Vindicator requesting additional tractor beams.

Tanomas didn't have to think twice as he yelled at the gunnery operator on the bridge to activate the tractor beams. Unseen energy beams latched onto the reeling hull of the ISD and helped in the effort to bring it to a stop. "Tell the damn VSDs and the Unrelenting to help if they have to, hell get the Interdictor up here! I don't want a command bridge crushed and a captain dead!" He barked as an explosion rocked their shields, ironically a VSD had just destroyed another pirate frigate.

Many more tractor beams joined the fray as the ISD slowly by surely came to a complete stop, nearly half a kilometer from crashing into the Vindicator. "Tell the Vindicator to take evasive action and get the kark out of the way, we can't hold that bloody thing and power our turbolasers and shields at the same time for extended periods of time." He said to the comm operator to be relayed over to the other ship.

'Congratulations captain, you have your ship.' Graf thought as he glanced out the viewports at the Vindicator, hopefully the ISD didn't collide shields with it, or else they were going to have a really bad time.

 

[Saffron]

Varunda IX
PharmaTech - New Eden Project
Objective 5
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[member="Mir Nehrahn"]

"Namaste," the young blonde woman would give an incline of her head, a cordial smile gracing her lips. Beside the woman stood Adon Ba, the Ithorian researcher aiding with the Eden Project.

"Yes, we are. I am Saffron," a smooth gesture would then indicate to her companion, who gave a nod of greeting as well with a warble of hello.

"This is Adon Ba, one of our head researchers with the Eden Project."

"Mistah Mir and Mistah Kur, correct?" Saffron would extend out her hand in greeting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. "

 

[Wolf]

Objective 1
Post 4
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kierel"]
Location: The jungles, a few miles away from Nar'tan

Wolf felt like he was back doing military training for the One Sith as he continued to jog along. They must have covered a few miles by now, and his body was certainly feeling it. The Vax chieftain next to him did not seem as tired as Wolf did however, his body clearly pumped and teeming with energy.

"You humans are not so bad, I am surprised you keep up."

"Well you have a lot to learn about us humans then."

"After we have removed the First Order scum from our lands, we go drink and you can tell me all about your people."

"Of course." Wolf panted as he ran, feeling his muscles begin to tire. He knew he could keep going for more miles however, the military had made sure of that in his training. His chest heaved, his breath rapid as he kept up with the Vax. Apart from the sound of their movements through the jungle, they were otherwise silent vocally. He could feel the determination and zeal within them however, the desperation to save their people and win their freedom.

"Do you believe you will win?" Wolf asked as they ran.

"It does not matter. We will die trying," came the growl of the chieftain.

"Perhaps it is better for you to flee."

"Do not insult me. We must win our freedom, I will not run while my people are slaves."

"One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist."

"What?"

"Nothing."

 

[Maizono]

Objective: III
Location: Relentless-class Cruiser Unrelenting, Brown dwarf star Zeus
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: Space Pirates
Post: 3

Tanomas instructed the Unrelenting to get into formation with the interdictor, and Maizono relayed the instructions to her navigation crew, who then directed the vessel above and behind the interdictor. The ship's turbolasers just finished recharging minutes before a small fleet of pirate ships were pulled in through hyperspace. Nothing significant, except a massive and old ISD.

Caryle's threat to Maizono was very badly timed. She was still feeling guilty for her previous error, and the transmission that was sent to her made her sweat. Had the actual captain spoke to her, she might've picked up the joke, but she didn't and thus she was starting to worry again. The bridge crew seemed to have raised their heads too upon hearing the message too. Caryle was a strange captain.

"Tell them I understand...I'll keep away from it"

"Yes, ma'am"

But she brushed it aside and instead turned her attention that magnificent old dinosaur that was the ISD. It was pretty amazing to see, and thank the Force the other captains were planning on capturing it, and thank goodness she didn't have to take it on. Her cruiser was no match against that thing. Instructions from Tanomas told her to take care of the smaller ships. No big deal.

"Power up turbolasers 1-4, leave the others on cool down. Set charge to 120%"

Leaving the other turbolasers offline meant she extra power to divert into the four turbolasers she intended to use. Lasers tended to dissipate at a certain range, but with some extra power put into them, she could drastically increase the range and hit targets further away with a lot more stopping power.

"I want to scouts to designate the targets and provide further calculation for fire control" The scouts already deployed from the Unrelenting would work together with fire control to help get the exact trajectory to the targets Unrelenting was going to shoot at.

"Turbolasers 1-4 are ready, ma'am", the gunnery officer reported.

"Scouts in position, fire control has received the calculations from the scouts, all targets designated", the fire control officer said.

"What are we facing?" Maizono asked.

The fire control officer replied," 3 frigate class, 4 corvette or sloop class, several fighters, one star destroyer class"

"I want a lock on the frigates first. We will take them out one at a time, then we will take care of the corvettes. Ignore the destroyer"

"Yes ma'am....first frigate is locked"

"Commence fire"

Unrelenting's main battery opened fire in controlled and accurate bursts. Every burst quickly took care of the enemy ships' shields and eventually destroyed it. In a little over 5 minutes, every single capital ship had been destroyed. The Unrelenting's missile batteries simply scared off any fighters daring to come near it.

Maizono smiled at her success for a moment, just as the Vindicator sent a call for help. The ISD was on a collision course with the other vessel. Tractor beams were requested to stop the vessel right in its tracks, and Unrelenting was on board to help. Maizono sent the turbolasers into cool down once again, and continued to move into position to stop the ISD by coming up along side it and activating her tractor beams on it.

Maizono made sure not to crash into any other vessels attempting to help out. The captain of the ISD wasn't a smart one. Who would give up a vessel such as that? How does one even come into possession of one?

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Riflor, Frontrunner
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
[3]

This was why their relationship worked at the end of the day.

It wasn't their like-minded approach to privacy and propriety, or their agreements about what constituted a successful government, it wasn't even the passion they found behind close-doors or the affection blossoming -- catching both of them off-guard in one way or another.

No, it was this. Her ability to scan in between the lines and figure out what he was thinking, to find the little details in the grander scheme of his works, the sheer amount of competence and intelligence Natasi displayed every single day they were together.

"I think we understand each other, Grand Moff." A short inclination of the head, a smirk tugging at the edge if his mouth.

There were many women, but only a few... only a few. That thought brought him to Neph, brought him to Sinistra and the smirk was gone again, replacing by a cold frown gathering in the middle.

Long time since he had thought of the latter, long time. Irani wasn't sure what to think right now.

 

[Mir Nehrahn]

Location: Varunda IX, Western shelf outside of New Habat
Objective: 5 - consultation for PharmaTech
Dramatis Personae: Mir Nehrahn and Kur Brile of the Luck's Revenge
Allies: [member="Saffron"]

Prior to spoken word, communication between creatures was executed almost entirely by the use of physical gestures accompanied by whatever grunts, groans, roars, or any other such non-verbal utterance a particular species could produce. These exchanges were necessary in order to facilitate an understanding of territory, dominance, or cooperation. By stalking in a line, straight, curved or oblong, a border is established between one element and another. By raising onto hind legs, an animal would appear larger and thus more intimidating. By turning and facing away from another creature, a concept of trust could be expressed through the faith that the other creature would not attack the gesturer from behind.

The number of these demonstrations were endless.

Then, some of the more cunning beasts developed a verbal language to accompany the physical language. Sounds were grouped together in stylized patterns. These groupings were given definition through demonstration and repetition. The more these collections of sounds were used, the greater the necessity came for syntax in order to better describe a thing with specificity. Thus came the existence of words and sentences.

Except, those who uttered these words realized a simple truth: saying a word does not make it fact.

The possibility always existed for a creature to bluff by only using body language. Feints were not invented by military strategists. But certain motions, especially motions meant to show trust, were simply too dangerous to convey without some kind of guarantee that the other party wasn't going to initiate some sort of betrayal. Words, on the other hand, were far simpler to feign.

These were the thoughts Mir had as the human woman who identified herself as Saffron extended her hand in greeting. A physical gesture originating from humans, it was also one of trust. Extending something so valuable as a hand, the livelihood of any prehensile species, was quite the feat.

Mir gently took the woman's hand in his own for a moment, his fingers long, bulbous, and coarse. "Greetings, he offered in his two-toned, musical, but slightly raspy voice. In turn, his hand shifted over to the other Ithorian, Adon Ba.

Mir turned and walked back towards the speeder without a second thought, his mind already wandering again. He vaguely heard Kur state something behind him. "Injury when he was young. Affected his vocal chords. Only speaks in Ithorese. Can translate or your friend can, both work. Let's start with the aerial tour. Direct wherever you'd like to go if you see something."

The spacious speeder easily fit the four individuals with ease with Kur taking the pilot's seat and Mir sitting next to him. When they were all in, the speeder rose up off the ground and shot off over the cliff and across the forested land below.

As was his penchant, Mir started rambling. "There are trees of every kind here. Before I arrived, the Ithorian colonists went to great lengths to create sanctuaries for many different species. Not just ones originating from the Mother Jungle but from all over the galaxy. Attempting to harmonize those species took great effort. But in coordination with the Revwian population, a balance was managed. Competition in growth patterns still exist but where a species fails in one environment it thrives in another. Thus ensuring preservation without interrupting the natural cycle of the forests..."

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Prisonblock D; The Prevail, Flagship of the First Order Fleet.
Objective: Letting go and accepting.
Post: [03]

Kira’s attention was drawn to the cell door when with a hiss it opened to reveal two fully armoured First Order Stormtroopers.
“Get up.” The closer one said, his voice twisted by the helmet’s voice-box making him sound as identical as the next.
Kira gave the floor a glance, she was stood up. “I am up?”
“Don’t be smart.” The trooper moved inside while the other remained by the door as a guard. “We are transferring you, don’t make this hard.”
She sighed. “I have no intention of making it difficult.” She was placed into shackles and led out of the cell by the troopers who were moving at quite a brisk pace.

They passed several other cells, moved by a turbo lift and even an access corridor, the two troopers remaining silent as they moved the young rebel with them. She wanted to ask where they were going or why she was being transferred so early in her incarceration but thought better of it. Best to just go along with it and work it out as it came.