Regicide [SJO Dominion of Hapes]

[Kiegan Lysle]

Objective: 1 - Palace of Fates
Location: Palace Interior
Tags: [member="Rupert Kingswood"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Kenth Typho"] | [member="Kale Seleare"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

The sounds of blaster fire rained heavy all around the young Crownguard as he pressed him self heavily into the side of a column, lasers drifting inches from his face as the enemy pressed inwards. Like Kiegan himself many of his fellow Crownsguard were damn near fully pinned down, the tightness of the hallway not offering much in terms of spacial freedom.

"Fething Assassins!"

The grizzled words of Sergeant Rowan were the only thing to pierce the sound of lasers whizzing through the sky, his typical unreasonable anger somehow inspirational to the young knight in this situation. Unfortunately words could only do so much to rouse what few troops they had holding this point when there was little that could be done to turn the tide.

"Where are those damn Jedi we ordered." Making light of the situation was the best way Kiegan could deal with it, but even the toothy smile on his face couldn't hide the fact he thought he was about to die. "Maybe we should ask for Wookies next time."

None of his fellow soldiers happened to find any humour in the situation. Their comms had stopped working, the first thing that the Isolationists had take care of when this siege started. Bodies of both servants and soldiers lay nearby, the Sith that supported Valara and her ilk not caring for sparing the innocents. A fact that cemented the young Hapan's decision to die before letting these Isolationists through the door to the true Queen of the Hapes. But unfortunately there was little he could do when they were pinned down as badly as they were, seldom an inch keeping the young man from death

That was until the sudden BOOM came thundering down the halls, rocking the old structure. Whatever it was had been enough to pull at least some of the Sith's attention away from the soldiers.

"NOW!"

Rowan was the first up, raining fire down the hall before the shockwave even hit in full. It didn't take long before the rest of the squad joined in, raining death against their enemies as they turned to face whatever had caused the noise. Blaster fire was returned, the bodies around Kiegan piling up once more as his comrades joined the servants

But it wasn't long before that blaster fire faded, whatever distraction that was had been enough to turn the tide on the Sith. Lysle spat on the ground as he stared towards the barren hall, but it wasn't long before the sound of footsteps began to fill the hall like the crack of thunder had before. This time they would be ready to fight back properly however.

Hopefully long enough for someone to come save them.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective One: PALACE OF FATE
Location: PALACE COURTYARD
Tags: [member="Kenth Typho"], [member="Kale Seleare"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"], [member="Nida Perl"], [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"]

Dorn Company,
3rd Battalion

It was always an odd combination when the military intelligence captain joined Dorn Company on the front lines. Rangers got to observe the intense contrast between the laconic lieutenant and the chatty captain. Despite their differences in that area both had a very hands-on approach and attitude. As the man would demonstrate immediately.

A massive ka-boom shook the ground as Typho's scouts and a gap was open for the Rangers to pour into.

As if that wasn't enough - corporal Kingswood and the men of his squad were less forgiving. A thermal detonator exploded shaking the grounds and where once was a wall of architectural masterpiece a gaping hole littered with Isolationist and Sith trooper bodies lied. There was the question who was paying for this damage and the eternal question Jedi asked Rangers how were they were not able to conduct any sort of damage control.

Don't call Dorn Company then was the usual response to that lament.

Kingswood valiantly led the charge followed by Amon, Typho and Mig Gred. The latest a surprising but welcome addition to their assault. Perhaps what Vizsla had stated to him during his visit on Taanab had made sense to the man or was it yet another scene of mandalorian theater? He wasn't quick to trust him but neither did he completely strike off the possibility of Gred realizing who their enemies were.

Cutting and shooting down those who still somehow managed to survive the onslaught of explosions, the Rangers made their way with a boom inside the mythical palace of the Queen Mother. Storming the corridors and headed towards the Queen Mother's chamber, the Rangers met a force they were just about to mistake for isolationists and tornado right through them when some private recognized them as the Crownsguard.

"HALT! Hold your fire, Rangers!" Amon barked the order. "Kingswood, move on with your squad further. We need to secure all of our flanks from Sith pouring back in after us."

And the Crownsguard? He'd let Typho take the reigns of dialogue.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: Hapes, surface
Objective: BYOO. Assist in Ground Operations in any way possible. Provide reinforcements where necessary.
Open for anyone
Red scowled when he waited for a bit, and no response came. Why did he even get his hopes up? There was no point in getting excited, so why bother? Well, it's because when Red wasn't on the front lines, he felt like he was wasting his time. And if there was one thing he hated more than anything else, it was wasting his time doing nothing, not helping when he could be helping.

Red reactivated his comms, broadening the signal, so that anyone in the Order of the Silver Jedi could hear it and respond.

"This is Red, apart of the Order of the Silver Jedi, sending a message out to any friendly forces. Reinforcements are ready and on standby and awaiting further orders. Respond if reinforcements are required. Repeat: reinforcements are ready and on standby. Please respond for backup." Red said into the comm channel, sending it out to any friendly forces to hear and request for reinforcements.

"Let's hope someone heard that." Red muttered to himself.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded to Star as he followed, deflecting a few shot away as he went.

"Agreed. Hopefully we can make some things right here." Mig ran in behind his ally as she sent a burst of flame into the enemy, and quickly joined the fight. He began to target any Isolationists, using his melee skills to their fullest. He was fast, and could quickly avoid the other melee fighters of the threat. He noticed an enemy try to sneak behind Stardust, and quickly sent out an arc of Force Lightning into the would be sneak.

Mig quickly pushed forward, ready to strike until he heard Amon. The plasma of the energy blades soon went cold as Mig deactivated them. So this is who they were fighting for? He looked at them, able to see and almost feel the war through them. He looked at the other there, letting out a sigh before hearing the mention of the Sith coming back. He gripped his weapon tighter, and looked to Stardust, figuring she would know the best way to coordinate with the Rangers.

[member="Kiegan Lysle"] [member="Rupert Kingswood"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Kenth Typho"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Kale Seleare"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Post: 02 }​

{ Objective: Two ~ guilty for being innocent }​

{ Location: Somewhere outside Safehaven;​

emergency morgue site }​

{ Equipment: Medic armor sans blast vest,​

surgical mask, disguise matrix, gauntlet }​

{ Tag: [member="Celeste Rigel"] }​

~ † ~​

Aiti Telcar, a Hapan journalist choosing to hang around Safehaven to cover the Silver Circle's refugee aid, had found her way into Prennis' domain a few days prior. "This is not a mass grave, I assure you," the nurse had told the near-human behind a strained smile. The insinuation itself was reminiscent of how the First Order had managed certain disasters; Prennis was by no stretch of the imagination proud that she had, even unintentionally, signed off on that behavior.

Here and now, she had taken the opportunity to do better: Her team of soldiers – both Ranger and Loyalist – a few forensics techs, and some local volunteers were making every effort to document the dead in hopes of aiding in their proper identification and burial after this nightmare ended. Holopics, unique ID numbers.

While she was at it, she explained as a health professional, that the bodies posed no danger, even to the survivors a few minutes' walk away. Luckily, biological warfare hadn't been resorted to by either side. In such, there was little if any risk of the bodies causing an epidemic. The masks, not just hers but the workers', were simply to guard against dirt and dust periodically kicked up from poorly packed sections of a ditches. Still, in an attempt to dispel the rumor of an infectious conspiracy that Telcar had since started spreading, Prennis decided to hang her mask around her neck.

Celeste's call came through as she finished coughing gently into a fist. She raised her own comm to respond, "We'll take care of 'em, Master." Before hanging up, she hesitated. "...Are you alright?" A knee-jerk question with a rather obvious answer. "There is no death, there is--" She trailed off, intending to let Celeste to complete the phrase.

It was clear that Prennis was no Force sensitive. She often wore scrubs and a lab coat instead of tunics and a robe, among plenty of other tells, but she had grown into their religion nonetheless. She found herself infinitely more comfortable around the Silver Jedi and their teachings than she had ever been with the Ren and theirs.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked to Asaraa as she spoke, a hint of warmth coming though her nervousness. They knew something was there, just not what. At least it wasn't just her. She then heard Master Dragonsflame say he'd take point. This would definitely be interesting. While she'd already joined a mission with Josh before, she couldn't exactly see how he worked. Stupid anti-Force field.... Now though, she could finally see what he was like in combat, and she could sense something about him with this. Made her wish she was more skilled. Even so, she had to push too. The Lervon looked at her allies, extending a hand to where Josh had begun his attack, shock coming through the Force.

"He... he has a.... I guess we best get moving then." Ura then ran towards the weapons depot, looking back to the others as she did. They had to get in, and Josh had definitely drawn a lot of attention away from everywhere else.

[member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] @Klesta @Caedyn Arenais

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective one
Location - entering the palace behind amon and gang

[member="Mig Gred"] [member="Amon Vizsla"]

Their spearhead was quick and brutal, explosions rang through the scene while isolationist and Sith remnant feel to blaster fire and blade. Grabbing one by the arm she flung the man into another before turning quickly just in time to watch mig electrocute a soldier about to get stardust from behind, nodding to her friend she looked forward and rushed with dorn company to get inside

we wont make things right here, but it's a step in the right direction my friend

She said as she deactivated her sabers and allow the calm to take over as she looked upon those loyal to the queen mother. War couldnt leave a damn thing alone, upon hearing about the Sith coming back stardust eyes filled with primal hate as she gripped her sabers and took a deep breath to keep herself from charging forth

if it's the assassins, let me and mig at the front, we can handle them up close and maybe open a hole for you to shoot them

Stardust said as she looked to mig and nodded her head

 

[Tulan Kor]

"And it may be that he should take my hand..."
Post 2.

Objective Two.

Allies: Silver Jedi l Hapan Rebels

Enemies: Time.

Location: No Man's Land


The long walk to the Silver Jedi position was made more and more arduous by the fact that Tulan was being actively pursued by the enemy. An irregular army fighting an irregular army, the rules, the predictions- well that all went out the window. Both sides were fighting on their own turf, for their own neighborhoods. Each side had an advantage and each side knew where everything was. All Tulan had was a direction to get back to.

Which, by himself, could have been accomplished in an hour or so, moving quickly.

With the wounded man on his back- that was an entirely different story.

But a more important one, a better read.

Tulan grimaced as he crossed the rubble, stopping to take another break. They both sat in a blown out house, in what appeared to be a family room of sorts, with multiple couches and small tables. Tulan laid the man on the couch, again, to his chagrin that he was being moved so much. He was too weak to even speak, blood loss, shock, and the lack of water had rendered them both in a pretty bad way.

Tulan stood up, looking over the landscape. In the distance, he could see red and green streaks exchanging fire. Explosions, distant. The man on the couch said that he needed a break, and Tulan agreed. He went upstairs and around the ruins of the house, finding water in several sealed containers. He split it between him and the Hapan, carrying on upstairs, sidearm in hand. He opened the door, expecting a master bedroom.

There were two bodies on the bed, two elderly Hapans. Pills and bottles all over. They knew they wouldn't survive the conflict.

They went out together, on their own terms.

He could respect that.

He blinked, closing the door, walking back downstairs. The man was asleep, and breathing. Tulan took the time to re-wrap and change his dressings, trying his best not to wake the man. It was only when he took off the bandage that he realized how extensive the wound was. He frowned, but tried to remain strong. He had no other bandaging or dressing, or bacta left.

He had to move a bit faster. He reached down, and put the man back on his shoulders.

His name was Tolin.

"You're not heavy, you're my brother, you're not heavy you're my brother..."

And so Tulan continued his long walk.

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: Those Monsters
Allies: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Ura Iolar"]
Enemies: OS Remnant

With Josh taking point, and Asa handling more combat-intensive tasks, the Jawa ergonomic assessor would probably have a look around, ostensibly looking for signs that the weapons were stored in unsafe conditions. Such as the structural integrity of the room the weapons were stored inside. That's not good, the Jawa thought. Even though it was tempting to evacuate the place so that the hostages could be led to safety, maybe it would mean getting the enemy out of the place also. However, the enemy would probably want to detonate the area if it came to that, since there were explosives among the weapons cache. Luckily, in the commotion, a dead OS trooper dropped a comlink that Klesta picked up. Now, would the OS Remnant also comply with the evacuation directives, he couldn't tell: it could go either way. For now, anyway, he needed to get to the hostages before the enemy could even get to detonate the weapons. He picked up the comlink and started to warn about the lack of safety of this area, in hopes that they get into position for interception.

"Utinni! This got to be hazardous conditions to store weapons, and hostages, in! The ceiling looks unstable, the floor is pretty shaky, this place is about to crumble! Evacuate and get the hostages to safety!"

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: Hapes, surface
Objective: BYOO. Assist in Ground Operations in any way possible. Provide reinforcements where necessary.
Tags: [member="Kiegan Lysle"] , [member="Amon Vizsla"] , [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] , [member="Rupert Kingswood"] , [member="Prennis Keeoli"] , [member="Celeste Rigel"]
Open to anyone

Red scowled yet again, he seemed to scowl a lot, and he realized that, but it was just a force of habit. No one had responded to his beacon. Maybe they were all dead or retreating. But Red didn't like that idea, it didn't seem like his allies would retreat without sending out a broadcast. So he put that idea out of his head.

Then, he remembered something he overheard the commanders talking about. Something about the palace. He remembers hearing about how the siege there was bad.

Seems like as good of a place to start as any. Then, he could adjust from there.

Red also remembered hearing about some safe location for evacuees and such, called Safehaven. Perhaps he could provide assistance there.

Those two places seemed like the best places to start.

Red sent out a broadcast to those two places.

"This is Red, of the Order of the Silver Jedi, does anyone copy? Reinforcements are on standby and awaiting orders. And, look, I'm gonna be honest, being on standby is really boring, and I feel as if my assets could be used somewhere, anywhere. Please, respond, I want to do something, anything. I can do medical work, soldier work, piloting, or anything a special forces soldier can do. I can do a lot. So, if you need me, you know how to contact me." Red said into the comms. He hoped that someone would respond, anyone. He just wanted to do something. He just wanted to help. Could you blame him? He was raised to be a perfect soldier.

 

[Rupert Kingswood]

Post 2
Objective One: PALACE OF FATE
Tags: [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Kiegan Lysle"] | [member="Kenth Typho"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Kale Seleare"]
Location: Palace Grounds

Kingswood didn't take notice that the Captain and Lieutenant had followed right behind him. He had quickly entered into a long corridor and hid a majority of his body behind one of the sturdy pillars. His HUD through his helmet displayed blips of where the enemies were last seen. He raised his rifle down the corridor and placed rounds down range, hitting multiple targets simultaneously. He looked behind and listened to what the lieutenant had to say.

"HALT! Hold your fire, Rangers!" Amon barked the order. "Kingswood, move on with your squad further. We need to secure all of our flanks from Sith pouring back in after us."

"Yes, Sir!" Kingswood spoke up over the chaos unfolding around him. "My squad, on me! Push up on the corridor!" He looked back out on the corridor, more Sith troopers and Isolationists appearing to combat the Rangers. He pushed off from one of the pillars and moved to the next, his squad following in close proximity. They continued to fire down the corridor, trying to take out as many troops as they can with minimal casualties. Yet slowly, one Ranger after another would start to fall. Kingswood impromptu squad went from 7 to 5, one Ranger being seriously injured and the other one...

He and his squad pushed up further, moving up towards a T-shape turn. To the left a new looking enemy. To the right, nothing but debris, fire, and the dead bodies of Hapan citizens who were searching for safety. :: They must be the Crownsgua- :: His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of more blaster fire heading their direction. He didn't know whether or not to fire upon them as they were not marked as an enemy, at least with Kingswood. He activated his commlink and spoke clearly, so the LT could hear him.

"Sir! Do we fire upon the Crownsguard?" He slung his rifle over his shoulder and grabbed his sidearm, already set to stun. He hugged onto the wall as his Rangers did as well. He fire multiple stun shots, yet none of the Crownsguard fell. They kept advancing with every second that passed by. He really needed an answer, or else his entire squad would get wiped out before he did. All he needed was the conformation.

 

[Kaleleon]

OBJECTIVE: Break the Siege, Make Contact with Hapan Nobility before Assassins
LOCATION: Drop Zone
INTERACTING: [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"], [member="Nida Perl"], [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"],
GEAR: Seraph-Class Armor, MoXXXie Hand Cannon, Minuteman's Sidearm, Kale's Lightsaber
COMPANION: Narma - Tuk'ata Nobilis

Moving forward, I looked down at the back of the head of Narma. As soon as people started to move out, I launched her forward. It seemed that my group of people had been a little late. If this was going to be a fight, I might as well just use the best of what I had. Pulling the lightsaber from my belt, I held it aloft in my hands as Narma sprinted forward. My left hand held on for dear life. White-knuckled even underneath the armored gloves I wore. She charged forwards into the courtyards. Large and spanning. there were many who were attacking.

However, without another thought, She lept over the barricades and onward into the enemy. Causing one man to become her prey. Holding her body weight over them as she quickly used the frontal bone structure on her face to stab into the man's chest. His cries roared over the gunfire for a moment before Narma shook him off of her. My blade ignited into its brilliant blue color just in time for me to defend from some blaster bolts fired my way. I stopped four of them, but a fifth and sixth passed me. One slamming home into my right shoulder. The impact alone hurt. the bruise would likely be there for a couple days, but the rest was harmless.

I winced loud enough that Narma turned towards the blaster fire, and charged head on. Slamming into one. Sending him falling backwards as her claws came out. Swiping at another two again and again for daring to hurt her "master." The man she knocked down was getting back up. Planning on firing directly into Narma's side. I didn't even have to think. Letting go of the reins, I jumped from her saddle and onto this man. Bringing him down to the ground. The hilt of my saber was strong enough, so I used it as a bludgeon. Slamming his helmet two, three, four times until he stopped moving. Before taking my saber and... no.

I will not kill someone who was just doing their job. I won't kill needlessly. Yes they were people too. They had lives, and dreams, and desires. To end all of that over a squabble? It made me sick. This wasn't a droid, or training program. This was a living breathing person. Instead, I used my hand to check their pulse. They were knocked out, and their pulse was faint.

Letting him lay there, I stood up as more fire was being shot at me. Ducking down and rolling on my side away from the man, I came up to a kneeling position. My "gut instinct" was kicking in just in time to save my hide. Lightsaber flared to life once more as I ran forward. Slapping a couple more blaster bolts away from myself, The closest man was stopped with his weapon's barrel and forward grip being sliced clean off. My off hand grabbing the rifle, pulling it from him, only to the butt of the rifle back into his own face. Knocking him down to the ground.

A second man ran at me when others were not. Why? Emotions. He was angry at me. I could tell as much from his uncovered face. However, he was armored otherwise. Using my saber, I tripped him up. Using the blade more like a metal sword to pull his leg from underneath him. I then turned around to face him. Sending my boot flying into his face and kicking him. Hearing a crunch of his nose with a burst of blood, but not enough to kill. Enough to just knock some sense into him.

By this time, Narma had already closed the distance to the others and was slaughtering them. As much as I would have liked to save their lives, Narma didn't know the difference. So I had to let it go. Some people would die in a war. It was my job to see that some survived.

However, callings over the com systems showed that there was a hold up inside the palace. They were making headway into there. Turning to Narma I yelled out.

"Come Narma"

I made my way towards the palace. Coming up the rear of the troops. Without even a second more, Narma had sprinted to reach me and even then slowed down her pace to match that of my own sprinting. Which barely seemed more than a soft jog for her. Seeing as they might need help that was a little more than just some rifles.

"Jedi Kale coming with reinforcements."

Coming in through the front, There seemed to be troops from the Sith that were trying to close in on those who had entered the palace. Whistling through my helmet, Narma responded without complaint. Rushing forward at the ones trying to pinch in the Silver Jedi Forces. Charging headlong into the troops. Tearing three, four, five of them down within a very short time. I closed the distance on a group of three of them. They were more focused on the giant Tuk'ata that was Narma, that I came up and was feet from them before they fired on me.

Djem-So, taught to me by Romi was perfect here. Sending a blaster bolt that had been fired from a man on the right, into the faceplate of the middle man. Distance was closed. Lightsaber cutting their weapons with ease, they tried to resort to fight me in hand to hand combat. However, the first one went down without much a problem. A hearty slam into the face plate, followed by a flying kick to the chest sent him sprawling backwards over the steps and to the ground below. A drop of a couple feet.

The second one was a little more difficult. Slamming his own hard left cross into my helmet. My head was ringing and I was sent back a couple steps. I knew my jaw would have a bruise as well after this. Angry that I had been struck, I charged forward and just jumped into the air. Slamming both feet directly into his chest. He flew back a good foot and hard into the ground. I twisted enough to let my hands catch me on the steps, while my feet slammed hard into the ground. Using my hand as a pivot, I spun towards the man as he was attempting to get up. My armored boot slamming hard into the side of his head with a resounding "dong" sound.

He didn't move much after that.

"Push forward if you can, I will keep the palace doors clear."

Just as I said that, Narma seemed to want to let everyone know she was "Queen of the hill" with a roar from her maw that actually surprised me. Only to then raise herself onto her back legs and take an extremely offensive stance. Daring any to attack her.

I guess that would be that.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Hapes.​

Objective Three: Those Monsters.​

Inventory: Jedi Armor | Bo Staff | Lightsaber.​

Company: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Ura Iolar"], @Klesta & [member="Josh Dragonsflame"].​

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"He has a Dragon....?" Caedyn echoed [member="Ura Iolar"], going so far as to finish the sentence in disbelief, glancing back to [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] of whom knew [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] much better than he did himself. 'There goes the element of surprise' he thought to himself, slowly rising to stand atop the ridge-line looking over the complex as the Jedi Master and his ferocious mount descended down upon the facility announcing itself with a loud aggressive roar.

As Ura began to move for the Weapons Depot, Caedyn couldn't help but agree and nod to Asaraa firmly in suggestion they do the same. Josh had created a large obvious distraction for which they were better to make the most of. "Here we go then...-Let's hope none of these kids are in the line of fire" no pun intended.

Stepping forward, Caedyn called to the force in order to ease his movement's down the bank and towards the exterior of the complex, his knees buckling as he pulled himself into a crouch, the loose earth gathering around his feet before launching himself to somersault up and over the top of the fence that kept unwanted civilians from crossing the perimeter. A Jedi on the other hand, he landed without a sound and rolled forward in order to absorb any of the ground shock that might have followed the height that he had cleared.

Drawing his lightsaber from his belt, however not yet activating the weapon, Caedyn moved for the nearest cover before turning to look to Asaraa's direction in wait for his girlfriend and to ensure she had whatever cover needed should the hostiles catch sight of her making her entrance to the compound.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

SILVER JEDI SHIP RELIANT​

MENTOR-CLASS BATTLECRUISER | IN THE VICINITY OF THE KNOT HOLES​

The ship was listing to port.

The smell of burning plastics permeated the air with the acrid taint of electrical fires that had broken out around the bridge. A haze of smoke formed a kind of fog within the ship, casting deep shadows as the interior lighting was extinguished and the Reliant plunged into darkness.

Grabbing hold of the contact board, the old matriarch steadied herself as she seemed caught in an earthquake in space -- the force of the two ships exchanging volleys of turbolaser fire. Emergency lights came up, filling the ship with an eerie, red light. "Report," the woman snapped.

She couldn't see the XO. Through the obfuscating haze of smoke, the disembodied voice came from her left side. "Hull breaches on decks twelve through seventeen," the naval officer reported succinctly. As he did, Kory was trying to visualize where those were in relation to the ship's internal configuration. "Repair Lockers Three and Five are responding. We've lost contact with Repair Lockers Four, Eight, and Nine."

Shifting down to her right, the woman's hand probed the darkness until her fingers brushed against what she thought was an intercom. Blindly, she plugged in the code and then announced, "Damage Control, Bridge. Evacuate decks eleven and eighteen, then seal those sections."

No sooner had she taken her hand off the call button than the XO announced, "Sickbay reports triage station ready to receive casualties on the mess decks."

Inhaling deeply, the old Jedi held the breath for a long, lingering moment. This was rapidly descending into a war of attrition, with neither side doing more than inflicting a death of a thousand cuts on the other.

"The hell with this," Kory uttered aloud, donning her eyeglasses and then squinting to see through the haze of smoke and red lighting. Then, lowering her glasses, she called out to the navigator. "Helm, make my course two-one-eight mark seven."

She felt the XO's presence behind her left shoulder. "That course will take us into the Mists, mum," the man's voice uttered quietly.

"I'm aware," the woman affirmed, as the repeat back came from the helm. Raising her voice, Kory amended the previous command to add, "Best speed."

A hand landed on her shoulder. "Mum, we enter the Mists, we'll lose target tracking," the XO stated, a tinge of urgency creeping into his voice.

Reaching up to place her withered hand over his, the old warrior turned her silvered head up so that her steel blue eyes peered back at him through the smoke as she noted coldly, "So will they."

 

[Kenth Typho]

Objective One: PALACE OF FATE
Location: PALACE COURTYARD
Tags: [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Kale Seleare"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"], [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

Part of being an Antarian Ranger was frankly to be suicidal.

Just the way of it.

You were the shield. The first through the breach. It wasn't surprising they were testing orbital drop pods that broke the sound barrier as it pierced the atmosphere, while being launched from space. Any other team might have balked. The Rangers? They just grinned at the possibilities. This meant that Kingswood's efforts didn't raise a single eyebrow.

Just in a day's work, really.

::Madman, I will buy you a drink for that, if we get off this world alive:: The intelligence officer barked through the commlink. Kenth couldn't follow that up. Not with a sudden emergency message beeping through his helmet.

[member="Subject 73 Red"].

The Captain didn't know him personally. Didn't need to, though. Right now they could use every gun they could get their hands on. While following Rupert's mad dash (also dodging, being clipped in the shoulder by a blaster shot, followed by responding with a clean headshot) Kenth synchronized his commlink with Red's. Someone normal would probably have a scrambled brain. Kenth? Well, let's just say that Intelligence liked their cybernetics and leave it at that. ::Hearing you loud and clear, Red, the enemy is gonna be busy with that breach for a while. Slip on through and give us support in the palace, if you can::

They rounded the corner of a palace corridor.

His connection with Red broke off unceremoniously.

Reasonable thing. Since they were suddenly faced with a group of armed-to-the-teeth guardsmen. Vizsla seemed happy to delegate. Typho was happy to curse him out in the privacy of his mind.

Two fingers tapped at his helmet. Suddenly his voice cracked through the uneasy silence.

"Gentlemen, I assume from the lack of thunder and fire being thrown our away, you're all staunch loyalists. It would probably be too much to hope you got the pre-coordinated shashes with you?" He asked deadpan, his rifle aimed at their legs, rather than their head. All of this was nice enough. But that could change within a breath or three. Depending on if these ones had the pink shashes Intelligence had agreed on.

Hey.

Had to figure out somehow who was friendly and who wasn't.

Why not go stylish, while you're at it?

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: Hapes, surface
Objective: BYOO. Assist in Ground Operations in any way possible. Provide reinforcements where necessary.
Tags: [member="Kenth Typho"]

Red sat up in his seat. Someone finally responded. Finally! Now he could do something! Now, he could help.

Red replied through the comms.

"Roger that. I hear you loud and clear. Reinforcements are on their way. I'll be there in 30 seconds."

It was a really close estimate. Red was essentially right on top of the palace. He could see the intense fighting down there. The fighting looked like it was at a stalemate, but it was hard to tell, there were no clear battle lines.


"Jeez, they really do need my help." Red muttered to himself.

He put the ship onto autopilot and got out of his seat. He walked out of the cockpit and towards the small cargo hold the assault shuttle had. He walked into the cargo hold and pressed a button on the side of the wall. The cargo bay door opened.

Red was about a couple hundred feet above the ground, but the ship was slightly moving towards the ground on a slow approach. Red looked down at the enraging battle below him and examined the battlefield. He was able to pick out who were the enemies and who were allies. He also studied the terrain and layout of the palace and the surrounding landscape. Unconsciously, he was making a layout of the battle and making multiple strategies. He did all of this without him even knowing. It was just one of his special skills.

"Let's get to work." Red smiled lightly, then he jumped out of the ship.

He fell towards the battle, picking his landing spot. When he was 20 feet above the ground, he activated the jetpack built into his armor. He pulled into a controlled landing. He hit the ground, rolled, came up on one knee, and fired his weapon. He took down four isolationist, without ever seeing it coming.

Red picked back up his comm, calling [member="Kenth Typho"] .

"Sir, I'm here. Where are you, and where do you need me?"

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Objective 2
Location: Safehaven
Allies: [member="Prennis Keeoli"]

Celeste turned a glance over her shoulder, watching as they escorted the gurney to Nurse Keeoli's location. And at that moment, she received the other woman's voice over her comm. The healer was thankful to send the departed to someone for a gentle send-off. She blinked upon hearing Nurse Keeoli's question and hesitated for a moment before answering. There were tents full of wounded and dying, it was difficult to be 'alright.' But they were trained to handle situations like this.

“Yes,” she answered softly, “... the Force.” Celeste finished Prennis' thought.

Glancing up, she acknowledged another group being brought into the tents. At least, this new batch was able enough to walk, save for one—a small girl. Celeste rushed over to sanitize her hands, but she pressed the comm once more.

“How are you holding up, Prenn?” she asked. “Is there anything you need?”

As she waited a reply, she directed the medics and new group of wounded to an empty corner of the tents. There were chairs where they could rest. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but they would be seen by the triage team swiftly. Celeste moved over to the little girl and put a calm hand on her shoulder, she'd see her first.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Objective: 1- Palace of Fate
Location: Palace Interior
Tags: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Kenth Typho"] | [member="Rupert Kingswood"] | [member="Kale Seleare"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

The quick rush of safety and relief that came to Kiegan as he saw the armour of the Silver Jedi forces pour in through the halls was quickly replaced with a feeling of concern and confusion, mostly caused by a blaster rifle being aimed near his legs. The Hapan rather liked having his legs truth be told. Confusion turned into anger quick enough, a thought wondering what right this foreigner had to aim his gun at one of the Crownsguard.

Thoughts dumb kids have.

"Yo-"

"Here you are Ranger, we appreciate the rescue. The Jedi will always be welcome on Hapan, as long as Merci stays on that throne." The calmer head of Sergeant Rowan coming through as he shoved Kiegan back, damn near throwing him to the floor. An honest smile cracking into his hardened face as he reached into his codpiece to pull out a pink sash given to him from the queen, an... odd hiding place for it to say the least.

A death stare shot back into Kiegan's heart from the Sergeant as he gave the paper away, replacing the anger inside with a cautious fear once more. Rowan wasn't the type to hold back if you disobeyed him.

"Thank you, sirs." The nerves in his voice quaking a little as he turned and gave a polite solute to some of the other soldiers gathered around. "But the Queen is still in danger, we have to hurry or Valara will rule."

The bones in Kiegan's body told him to just dead sprint out there, become a children's folk hero. But some of those bones really didn't want him to die.

So he would wait for his orders, like a good little soldier.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Post: 03 }​

{ Objective: Two ~ guilty for being innocent }​

{ Location: Somewhere outside Safehaven;​

emergency morgue site }​

{ Equipment: Medic armor sans blast vest,​

surgical mask, disguise matrix, gauntlet }​

{ Tag: [member="Celeste Rigel"] }​

~ † ~​

Prenn was just content knowing that the survivors had great healers like Celeste to rely on, especially since the powers that be decided that the dead needed her more this time around. So, did she need anything? No, that was more than enough. Somewhat instinctively, the nurse shook her head in response to the Master's question. But she paused before vocalizing the same, realizing there was something, entirely unrelated to their current objective. So much so that talking about it at any extended length now would rob both the living and the dead of precious time.

It was slowing eating her alive, but she could ignore it for a while more. Despite herself, she replied to the first inquiry, "Holding it together." However long it took to quell the pain of this civil war.

"Not now,” she then said to the second, "but when there's time, I want to get something off my chest." Her hands had begun to shake, but she managed to keep her voice level. As soon as the request was out, she took her finger off the comm and jogged to meet the approaching, newly-deceased. The gurney stopped as she came alongside it.

"Did we get a name?" The attending orderly replied: There had been no time, he had been in no state to give one. Prennis pursed her lips and, nodding, waved her left hand over the man's face. The device blinked green a few times as the 3D scan was uploaded to her datapad. "This way." From a nearby tent, Prenn picked up a flimsi tag, wrote down an ID, and handed it to the orderly. "Put this on the bag in plain sight. It'll help the families." Should anyone come for him. She hoped they did. He had to have someone out there.

Like her.

'You might still have some family out there.'

Thankfully the medic was gone because as Prenn stood now, bracing herself on the table, he would have asked what was wrong. If she was injured. Never mind she was well on the way to giving herself acute silicosis, but she didn’t want to think about that or what was otherwise plaguing her. As she focused on exhaling, it was as if Prenn blew away the words of Cassius Droma. It allowed her to stand again and, once she exited the tent, begin to return to the overlook.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective: BYOO/1
Directives: Assist in Ground Operations in any way possible. Provide reinforcements where necessary. New Objective: Assist in the defense of the palace. Stop the enemy forces from entering the palace and taking out the queen.
Tags: [member="Amon Vizsla"] , [member="Kenth Typho"] , [member="Rupert Kingswood"] , [member="Kale Seleare"], [member="Kahne Porte"] , [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] , [member="Kiegan Lysle"] , literally anyone else I forgot. Open to all.

Red ducked behind a fallen column, using it as cover. Enemy fire could be heard hitting the column. Red was in some sort of courtyard. Nearby, he could see Loyalist troops and Rangers and other members of the Order fighting back the Isolationists. But no matter how many they took down, five more seemed to take each of their comrades' places. Red scowled. At this rate, they would be overrun. Red popped up out of the cover, and aimed at the oncoming waves. He fired his weapon ten times, and nine isolationists fell, one of them got hit twice, while the others got hit once in the head. Red continued to fight the oncoming waves. Red took down a couple of more isolationists and took cover behind the fallen column again. He reloaded his weapon.

As he reloaded his blaster, Red looked around at the battle field. It wasn't going too good. Even though the Rangers and the Loyalists had managed to hold the position, it didn't look like they could hold it for much longer. Their numbers were starting to get a little bit too thin for Red's liking, and it seemed as if the Isolationists were going to keep on coming. Little to no reinforcements had arrived for the Loyalists and the Rangers, only Red a couple of others.

Red brought back up his comms and sent out a message on the main Ranger comms channel for anyone to hear.

"This is Red! I'v arrived at the southernmost courtyard, and allied forces are pinned down here! We're running low on men. We can hold it for a bit longer, but I don't know how long after that! Is there any place that we can fall back to in case we get overrun. If you can spare a couple of troops here, it would make holding this a lot easier. I'll make up a strategy. I can hold this for a while, but we will need medical evac for our wounded. If you can get over here, you might be able to save more lives." Red said into the comms.

Red examined the battle field. Soon, he came up with a strategy.

"Men!" He yelled over the loud battle. "We need to hold this courtyard! Set up a 180 degree perimeter around their entry point!"

The Rangers and the Loyalists heard him and understood. Red's strategy was to hold their entry point, cutting off their entry, stopping any more enemies from entering, and flanking any that did get through.

Red shot down another Isolationist trying to get through. Red armed a grenade and threw it into the entry. The Isolationists scrambled to get away from it.

They didn't.

The explosion wiped out any that were trying to retreat back through the entry, and any that ran towards Red, the Rangers, and the Loyalists were instantly shot down. Red, the Rangers, and the Loyalists instantly rushed forward, there, they set up a perimeter around the entry point, shooting down any that tried to get through.

Things were looking good; when, suddenly, Red heard a whistling above them. He recognized that sound.

It was the sound of artillery. Death from above.

"Artillery!" Red yelled.

Then Red's world turned on fire.

Explosions were everywhere. Dirt flew around as the artillery pummeled the ground with their large explosions. Red turned and tried to run for cover. Then, suddenly, an artillery shell collided with the ground where Red was, and the explosion blew him off of his feet. He hit the ground, hard. The breath got knocked out of him. His vision swam in and out, and his ears rung. Shortly, his hearing started to return, and then his vision cleared up. The artillery fire was still keeping up, and the Isolationists were firing into the courtyard, staying out of range. Red turned his head and saw a dead Loyalists laying next to him, a pool of blood formed around the dead Loyalist. Red knew he had to move, or that would be him.

Red used his blaster rifle as a crutch to support himself, and he slowly got up. Most of his body hurt, but nothing seemed to be critically injured. He used the blaster rifle to help him walk across the courtyard to a door into the palace. Red slowly made his way over to the door. Dirt rained down on him as the explosions kept up all around him, and blaster rifle was being exchanged by both sides. A blaster shot narrowly missed Red, but he didn't flinch, he just kept on going. Two Rangers were at the door, firing at the enemies. Red made his way over to them. Once he was close enough, they helped him inside, then went back out. Red sat down on the floor.

He raised his comms again. Mainly sending it out towards [member="Kenth Typho"] , but sent it to any Rangers holding the palace.

"This is Red... Again. We've experienced heavy losses in the courtyard, the artillery is just pummeling us. I'm hit as well, but I'm safe and alright, for now, at least. We need to fall back. Is there anywhere safe we can fall back to? We won't last long here, we need to fall back to another position. Please. Is anyone out there?!" Red sent into the commlink, hoping someone would respond.