Invasion Schism's Dawn // NIO invasion of TSE controlled Mygeeto and Muunilinst

[Avernus]

// LORD OF OPULENCE //​

// OBJECTIVE // Behind Enemy Lines: Infiltrate the SIBC
// New Imperial Order // Gat Tambor
// The Sith Empire // Aerarii Tithe Darth Argentum Madelyn Lowe
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// Aboard The T.U.R.B.O Lover, several weeks earlier... //

Avernus' yacht coasted through the atmospheric shield of the T.U.R.B.O Lover's hangar bay. The chromium ship gently floated down to the hangar floor as the landing gear hissed open. The ship touched down with a metallic thud and a mechanical groan of the landing legs settling under the ship's weight. As if in a hurry, the boarding ramp snapped open almost immediately, followed by the sound of the hydraulic whirring of the lowering mechanisms. Darth Avernus strode down the ramp, clad in the bright ensemble he had chosen for himself for the errand he had been on. Trajan Fett followed shortly, looking around, aghast at the rather eccentric choice of paint and color composition that made up the T.U.R.B.O Lover's main hangar.

Several servants came scrambling to meet them from a myriad of different stations in the hangar. Two rather muscular male Twi'lek slaves began to take the flashy amethyst coat from his shoulders, quickly replacing it with an equally ostentatious robe. As they pulled it over his shoulders, Avernus pulled forward to free it from their hands, taking it upon himself to adjust, close, and eventually tie the robe shut. The Pureblood's crimson hands raised in front of him, the robe sleeves slipping downwards to rest beneath his wrists as he clapped his hands together twice. "Suja! Deeb!" The Darth called out the names of two of his servants.

A gaunt, limping Rodian with both hands clasped together in what almost looked like a scheming fashion hobbled his way over to Avernus. Behind the Rodian sauntering at a much slower pace was a Lethan Twi'lek, scantily clad and covered in jewelry. "Suja, Trajan here is my newest, er, associate," Avernus spoke to the Lethan while gesturing towards the bounty hunter. "He's agreed to a rather lucrative contract and I would like him to feel at home here. Show him around, let him pick out a room, and make him comfortable," Avernus gestured towards Trajan with a sideways nod of his head. "Of course, Lord Avernus," the Twi'lek responded just before making her way towards the Mandolorian with a suggestive grin on her face.

Avernus turned to the Rodian, giving a subtle look of disgust to the Rodian's ghastly physique. "Deeb, I've left an empty glass on the minibar. Take samples from the rim of the glass and send them up to the AvCorp™ lab. The Rodian nodded his head in a hyperactive fashion, "<Yes, yes , yes, of course, Lord Avernus. Anything, anything, yes.>" The green alien skittered away as he concluded his frantic buzzing and droning, heading up the boarding ramp and into the yacht.

Big Money began a confident stride out of the hangar and through the many brightly colored durasteel corridors of the T.U.R.B.O Lover. Men from the 66th Ragnos Legion stood at attention as he passed, while servant offered small bows and the menagerie of responses such as, 'My Lord', 'Lord Avernus', and the like. The Dark Lord paid them little mind, his mind tunnel-visioned on making it to the AvCorp™, eager to bring his plan for Tithe's biological sample to fruition.

Stepping into a lift, Avernus dialed in the code that authorized access to the AvCorp™ R&D deck of the T.U.R.B.O Lover. With a mechanical whirring and a metallic drone, the lift began to descend into the heart of the Star Destroyer. After a handful of moments, the lift came to a halt, and a loud ding signaled his arrival as the doors slid open. All of the AvCorp™ scientists and engineers stood up straight, each of them bowing and greeting Big Money as he arrived. With his hands behind his back, Avernus approached the center of the room and looked over the prototype ODRDK-6000 droid that lay dormant on the table.

"Have you received the samples from Deeb?" Avernus asked the Duros engineer that stood closest to him. "We have, my lord," the Duros responded, producing a swab from the edge of the table, encased neatly within a glass vial. Avernus plucked the vial from the engineer's hand with his thumb and index finger, a small clink sounding off as his long fingernails collided with the glass. "Excellent," Avernus replied, tugging the cap off of the vial. "Activate the droid." The Duros looked to his Ortolan colleague who shrugged and turned to the stepstool that would bring him high enough to reach the droid.

The two engineers connected a series of wires and placed a fusion battery in the droid's chassis. After a few seconds, the blue lights on the droids 'wings' flickered on. The droid erected itself in a dignified position and the wings began to spin. Big Money presented the swab with the trace DNA Aerarii Tithe to the droid. The wings fanned out dramatically and spun quicker, the lights turning green as it scanned the sample. Suddenly the droid jolted to look to its left, the 'wings' thinned out and produced a bright orange light and span widely faster than they had before. The two engineers who were now being faced by the droid each stepped to the side. The droid's 'wings' began to spin slightly faster, now producing a slight whirring sound as they had reached max speed. Behind the two engineers was the glass jar that held the other three samples the Rodian had taken from the glass.

"I'll be damned, it actually works." The Duros stated excitedly, patting his Ortolan colleague on the back in congratulations. The Pureblood smirked, giving a small nod of approval as he watched the droid oscillate frantically. "Excellent," he spoke softly, licking his lips with morbid gratification. "Preserve those samples and begin a rushed mass production immediately. I want at least ten thousand units in the next month." Darth Avernus turned on his heels and made his way back towards the lift. "Of course, Lord Avernus, it will be done," the Duros reassured as the Lord of Opulence reentered the lift, back still turned to the engineers.

// PRESENT TIME //
// Mygeeto, SIBC Vaults //
// THEME // Midnight Shadow

The cold Mygeetoan winds bit at Avernus' crimson skin. The dark robes he had covered himself in did little to protect him from the frigid disposition of the blizzard. The drip, unfortunately, had to take a backseat in the face of the unforgiving temperatures of the Southern Mesas. The only shred of opulence that bled through was the mask that lay beneath the obscurity of his hood. The sudden fog clouds of his breath bled through the mask with every exhale, illuminated by blue light of the Hunter-Seeker droid that peeked over his shoulder, flapping in the direction of what they presumed must be the location of Aearii Tithe.

The bodies of Sith-Imperial troopers littered the floor around the feet of Avernus, Tambor, and the four 66th Ragnos agents that were currently at work with fusion cutters on the wall of the SIBC complex. Each of their Hunter-Seeking droids also flapping towards the same direction as Avernus' which happened to be directly at the wall.

Getting this far without raising any alarms had been a rather arduous task, only possible due to the intense battle that raged on the bridges beyond. Had their efforts and focus had not been spread in such a fashion, frankly, this objective wouldn't have been possible. The agents concluded with their fusion cutters, lowing a large and heavy slab of the wall to the ground. Avernus entered first, looking around the seemingly empty interior carefully for any individuals who might be laying in wait.

None.

Had they all been stationed outside? Nothing about this seemed right, but if this truly was an oversight it wouldn't surprise him too much. The hunter-seeker droid's lights changed color from blue to orange as it began to flap quicker in the direction of a large set of blast doors. He approached slowly, making a hand signal for the agents to follow behind him. Knees bent and profile low they all stalked behind him, keeping their weapons at the ready and trained in all directions.

Big Money pulled the curved hilt from his belt, flicking it to the side at the amethyst plasma exploded from the emitter. He pointed the surging, droning blade towards the blast doors and began to sink it through. It was like pushing a stick through thick clay, plenty of resistance but with an equal amount of give. The steel began to slowly glow a bright orange color as he twisted, pulled, and pushed the blade around. Sweat dripping down his face as the heat that was normally trapped within the blade began to bleed into the doors metallic structure. The wings of the hunter-seeker droid had ceased flapping, now spinning rapidly with a loud whirr.

They were close.

AvCorp™ Page Claim

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[AMCO]

Location: Someone else's penthouse, Harnaidan.
Objective: Figure out what the feth is going on. Survive.
Equipment: Gildenweave Boxer Briefs
Writing With: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
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Blinking slowly, Adrian looked around, seeing an unfamiliar looking bedroom. Marble, columns, lots of gold... Muunilinst, right. Eying the several someones next to him, he pushed himself out of bed, pulling on his briefs - where in the blazes had he put the rest of his clothes?

Looking for whatever had woken him, he glanced out the window and headed tow...

... what the ever-loving Hell? Spinning back towards the window, he saw defence positions firing, starfighters and gunships clashing in the skies, and what looked like advancing battle lines. Drawing on the Force to purge the various substances he had consumed from his blood, he sighed heavily, only to turn once more when a communicator started beeping. Not his communicator, but oh well.

"Damn it Decurion, where in the Empeor's name have you..."

"Afraid the Decurion is busy with, ah, official Dark Council business. Mind letting me know what's going on?"

"... ... ... your Dark Excellency, I, uh, why are you... we're under attack, my Lord. New Imperial scum, by the looks of it."

Sighing again, he frowned at the closing battle as if his annoyance would make them all pack their bags and head back to Adumar - they weren't supposed to get this deep, the evacuation of the civilian population hadn't been meant as anything but a precaution.

Leave it to those rascals to ruin a perfectly good day.

 

[Kardev Byrric]

| D A R K S T A R _ S Q U A D R O N |
| Allies: | Irveric Tavlar Belisarius FN-999 Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Sturit Goan Ryv Allyson Locke Ursula Vizla
| Foes: | Open
| Squadron Cohesion: | High

It was the day of days. Invasion. Krieg. War.

The counting down that his men often subjected themselves to had stopped. No longer had they talked up their future actions of heroism and grandeur, no longer did they talk of war and death in lighter tones. Now their shoulders were heavy with the burdens to come. Almost as heavy as the filled weapons racks on their flanking stabilizers. Proton bombs and fin-guided missiles ready to eliminate life in extreme quantities. Potentially even their own men if the broken arrow calls came over their channel.

The squadron channel was unnervingly quiet. As Darkstar Squadron continued to deploy from their mother star destroyer, the only sounds the men and women shared were that of their own nervous breathing and button presses against flight controls. Kardev had to give it to them: this was their first real bout of combat, and they acted just how he expected them to. Young bloods, they were, wholly unprepared for the scale of warfare like this.

Milk runs against insurgents and rebels? Piece of cake. A massive combined operations assault against a larger empire? Yeah right.

"Darkstars," Kardev's gruff voice came over the mic, "Let's keep it tight. Do I need to go through the brief with you boys again?"

A pause. "Negative, Major. We're good to go."

They were just kids.

All of them were.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Muunilinst​

Objective: Distract the Emperor till uplink comms of the City goes live ​

Equipment: in signature​

Tags: Wyatt Morga Darth Carnifex ​

Radio Tags: Ryv Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt ​

No matter what, I will fight.​

The Muun traitor had only just felt comfortable enough to escape with the Corellian. He was on his way to a new and better life. Allyson had finished gathering her things when she saw the blade strike the Muun down. Eyes full she didn't scream, panic instantly surged through her body. The joy she was feeling through the bond she shared with Ryv disappeared, and what replaced it was mind-numbing fear. Who had found them? How did they find them? Frantic eyes searched the figure that tossed aside the Muun who gasped for his last moments of air. His blood pooling under him, there was nothing Allyson could do - it was her fault he was dead. She didn't dare look too long at the Muun if she did, she would be easily the next target. Using the contact lens, she checked the status of the upload to the network, and there was still so much that needed to be sent up. ​

"Allyson Locke. I was not finished with you yet." ​

The colossal statue of a monster knew her name, the pinpricks in the back of her mind exploded, and she knew who she was standing before. It had been nearly five years since she had seen the Emperor, their last showing was cut short, and she had barely escaped. The Corellian stared up at the figure, and she remembered the horrible things she had to endure after that life-changing encounter. Her heart raced as her body threatened to panic, his character haunted her still to this day despite feeling as if she had gotten over it. She could again feel his presence on her skin, and it was something that you never forgot. Stepping back, the Corellian knew she needed to fend him off. If he had gotten to the hidden data tablet, the mission would be for naught.​

"Too bad, I was finished with you, Carnifex." She stood up to him, the look of defiance written on her face. Raising her wrist, she quickly radioed anyone in the surrounding area and those that were located back at base. "Engaging the Emperor." Her voice cracked slightly over the comms despite her want ing to keep the bravado up. "They all know you're here, you're not getting off Muunilinst alive." The moment she finished sending the alert to her side of the battle, the shotgun rose and took a shot towards the man's chest. If it didn't hurt him, it hopefully provided a distraction for her to try and get out of the small hut. ​

Seeing the window near her, she could use the butt of the gun to shatter the window. Instead, she continued to fire the shotgun and, with a pull of the force bring down some of the abandoned bookcase between them. She tried to empty her mind, her fear of him finding out her most profound connections. She couldn't think about them, and she had to protect them from him. "What do you want? You're going to lose here, Carnifex - the Empire it's over." ​

 

[Jekadius Lawson]

Location: Mygeeto\\Mesas Tower A\\
Objective: Traverse the Bridges and Capture Mesas Tower B
Allies: NIO Forces, Imperial Force Corps, Imperial Warlord Zovesa
Enemies: Lark
Gear: In Bio


The Siege of Mygeeto: Knight Errant Jekadius Lawson

The war with the Sith empire was finally here, no longer engaging cultists and bugs on planets in a frenzied rally of power the New Imperial Order was pushing on the enemy that was the reason for their rise to power. Jekadius Lawson had been on Mygeeto for weeks now with the rest of the Force Corps, fighting for control of the Southern Mesas Towers. The weather on this planet ranged from unpleasantly cold to outright deadly blizzard which played its hand in the aid to the defenders.

Law had been assigned of course to the same group as his master Imperial Knight Vatn, the two of them along with a Line Platoon of thirty-eight Imperial Troopers formed an advance scout unit. Their mission was to constantly prod the enemy defenses feeling for any position of weakness and press in where ever they found one. With their frequency of engagements they had already needed to replace over fifty percent of their personnel including two sergeants, the sergeant major, and eighteen other troopers. The worst defeat had come about two weeks into the siege when the platoon had been baited into a supposed lightly defended tower, as the group had pushed against the objective snowcover hid the aircraft dropping additional reinforcements behind Law's platoon and with them was a full Sith. An entire @squad had been lost as the attackers tried to reorganize to fight on two fronts and the two Knights were forced to engage the Sith. Law and Vatn were able to defeat the Sith and break a hole for the platoon to retreat however not before Knight Vatn lost everything from below his left knee and several severe torso burns. The Imperial Knight was retired from the battlefield and with reinforcements difficult to come by Law found himself in command of the scout platoon.

Over his short history in the NIO Law had developed a respect for non-forceuser combatants, from the wargames to every battlefield he had shared with them so far the men and woman who manned the front lines proved to be a far greater force in the destiny of a battle than those who commanded the force. So when he took command Law took great strides to depend on Lieutenant Ell. She had far greater actual combat experience than he and her council drove the platoon to a number of victories where Law's tactics would have only lead to defeat. Particularly she had got him to rely less on just his lightsaber. Law was suited up with a Thunderwasp and a Feverwasp as all Imperial Knights were required to have multiple loadouts however up until working with her Law had effectively been using them for weight training. Someone who could lead a flanking squad, able to engage at any range and then switch to a melee combatant was much more efficient and Law came to respect the tactic even if at first he had fervently opposed it.

Despite their best efforts the offensive became a slog, each day found more Sith loyalists firing weapons at NIO aggressors, Sith became more prevalent in battles as those not already stationed on the planet arrived to seek their wealth in carnage, worse still were sithspawn creatures of flesh and force bred for battlefields such as this one. So upper leadership decided to open an additional front on the planet Muunilinst using the second planet to divert attention and troops away from the frozen battleworld.

The Battle in the Frost Cyclone: Knight Errant Jekadius Lawson

Law had only gotten five hours of sleep but compared to days on the warzone of a planet that counted for a full nights rest. He was in the Force Corps Encampment woken up just under an hour ago he was with his platoon sipping on a warm cup of caf, drinking too quickly to enjoy the beverage to keep the ever present cold from ruining the drink. He had slept in his armor again, his dislike of wearing such garb pushed into a closet by the bully of necessity. The troopers around him reflected the weariness of a prolonged battle. Almost everyone's armor had some level of marring on it and while conversations were had tones were laced with the strain of battle and the acknowledgment of how many there were not the ones the group had started with.

“Knight Law, good morning.” Lieutenant Ell greeted approaching with her own drink clasped between two hand.

“Ma'am, what's the orders of the day?” He returned lifting his cup in greeting.

“The storm has gotten worse. Full on blizzard out there can't see more than a couple meters. Word is to stay put unti...” She paused mid sentence placing a hand to hear ear to tell him she was getting incoming information. Her tone dropped to deadpan. “New orders sir, Aurek, Aurek, Aurek.”

Law simply nodded. “Get the boys ready.” He tossed the rest of his caf, he had failed to keep it warm anyway, and stood up to gather his gear just a few feet away. Fifteen minuets later he was in position in Task Pattern Reek taking in the words from the High Marshal.

“This is it. Remember you are Knights. You protect the men and lead the charge. Do not falter. Have no fear. May the Force be with you all.”

“Wilco ma'am.” Law responded before breaking off and moving to his troops positioned behind a separate tank.

Lt. Ell was right the storm had whipped into a frenzy whose intensity Law had yet to see on the planet. Despite wearing his helmet and a snow white cloak over his armor he could still feel the bite of cold tasting his skin. At least the cold was a distraction from the thunder as turbo lasers were thrust down range threatening to deafen the Knight with each discharge.

“Sir, scouts are missing their call ins. I suggest sending a small group up ahead to find out whats going on.” Lt. Ell informed him.

Law switched over to the sergeant channel. “Alright looks like were getting into it. Sgt Tonk you and yours are with me. We're going to advance and find out who's quieting our scouts. Stay low everyone let's not get shot in the back by our own guys.”

Law gave them half a minuet to reform before leading the sergeant and the seven other troopers around the side of the tank and began pushing ahead of the column. Vision was crap but filtering through thermal, night, and other modes gave him nothing better so Law relied on his own sight and his weak mastery of the force to let him know what was ahead. Despite his limitations though, Law felt before he saw the enemy. He couldn't pick out details as some told him he would be able to when he was stronger Law began to move towards the source of the darkside energy he felt, and when he saw them Law nearly panicked. Over a meter and a half tall and as dark as a Sith's soul the beasts could only be described as giant wolves. There was four of them, one with a NIO trooper's head in its mouth, the soldiers body dead and limp.

Law raised his Thunderwasp. “Fire!”

All eight of his men were quicker than him, each more used to firearms than the Knight and dozens of green bolts melted falling snow as they cut through the air. Only some found their targets though, the second the group began firing the beast moved. Fast. Twenty meters between the troopers and the wolves were covered in seconds, one of the furry menaces dropped half way but the others fell upon the party. Law tossed his rifle aside, reminding himself to pick it up before continuing, and ignited his saber. The blue hue reflected off of his armor as the Knight charged one of the wolves. He dropped to one knee using momentum and snow to slide along the ground under a snapping jaw. As he slid his blade carved into the underside of the wolf disemboweling the sith spawn. As he reached the tail Law began to stand up before another of the beasts pounced on him, pinning the Knight Errant to the ground. Its forepaw claws pressed into his armor, dark enhancements allowing it to puncture military grade equipment. The creatures head pulled back reading to crush his helmet before a burst of light announced a connected shot. Lt. Ell moved in a straight line towards the sith spawn rifle firing shot after shot into the beats head and side. The first shot had stunned it long enough that the continued barrage finished it off.

The lieutenant offered Law a hand and pulled the Knight to his feet. Three dead and another of his troopers was having his arm patched up. But Law could still sense the dark feeling in the force. There were others of these creatures left and now that he was closer he could almost feel something else, something more powerful up ahead.

“Thanks Lt. There are still more of these things up ahead, were going to need to clear them out before we can rally back with the others.” Law left out the information about the stronger source, if it was what he thought it was then the problem was for him alone.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Objective: Objective 1: Assault on the planet's capital (to defend the capital)
Location: Capital City, Muunilinst
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator
Tag: Open

Ingrid arrived in the Muunilinst capital city a few days before the invasion began. Would have been happy to be accompanied by others, but they still had few available people due to the Bursoll incident. However, she did not forget where loyalty lies toward the Eternal Empire’s allies. This is why he came to help the Sith Empire again. It was now more important than the release of some diplomats. Last time she was only an apprentice, but now, she was a sith knight. Not as if she felt she already knew more, but that was not the point…

Ever since she was here she mapped out the city to learn about the city’s strengths and weaknesses, hidden points. Where someone or an army can attack easily or just defend effectively. She didn’t want to miss nothing. Where to use a sniper rifle well and escape quickly if necessary. She hoped she would explore everything, but he knew that this time, fortunately, she would not have to lead the armies, she would only be supportive. It was a long time ago when she was on a real battlefield.

When the enemy arrived in the capital city she was one of the safest points what she found to herself in the last few days. On top of one of the taller buildings, from where Ingrid could easily see the streets too. She brought herself with her lightsabers, vibroblades, her assassin armor, her sniper rifle, and of course the stealth field generator – just in case. Lately, she's used the Force to hide herself anyway; the technology became only a safety tool. For the time being she just waited and watched, she also intended to report the movement of the enemy, if they are approaching on the street near to her position.

She thought she should go down now, but she didn't have a cover or companion yet, so she stayed here for now. If Ingrid sees someone she can join or someone is looking for her in the comm channel, she will act accordingly…

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[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Muunilinst
Objective: Defend The Empire | Kill All Enemies
Equipment:

• Hinged Double-bladed Sith Lightsaber
• Saziliebm-type Imperious Battle Armor
• Jen'Shuk'Orok - The Dark Crushgaunt

Tags: Allyson Locke | Wyatt Morga
Music: Duel of the Fates

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The Emperor was silent as the Jedi radioed in and then raised her weapon to fire at him, a move that was quite telegraphed and countered handily by the Dark Lord as he bent the discharged shot around him. The redirected flechettes slammed into the surrounding wall, floor, and the Muun's corpse. More shots rang out against him, and they have likewise been deflected away from his body into the environment around the two of them. He slowly advanced upon her, implacable and seemingly unstoppable. His towering physique and broad frame encompassed the entirety of the doorframe he now walked through.​

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The words she levied against him made him think, not terribly hard of course, but still, she gave him some measure of pause to what might've been a more mundane comeback. "Oh no, my young Jedi. You misunderstand the nature of this conflict, the Empire will not bow before the protestations of these separatists, these oath-breakers. Every inch of land will be paid for with blood, every parsec of space littered with bones. Not one world will be surrendered willingly, and even if we are pushed back we will burn all in our wake. This war will be decided upon whose appetite can stomach such brutality, such barbarism... And I can tell you now, my dear." The Emperor smiled beneath his helmet, horrible and cruel.​

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"I am ravenous."​

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In response, she toppled a bookcase on him. Loose tomes thundered down around him, but many were sliced apart as the Emperor swung around with his blade to completely bisect the shelf and thrust the top portion up and over his body so that it landed behind him. The room she now backed into was framed by a singular window overlooking the once-bustling streets of Harnaidan. Forgoing the typical superfluous gestures employed by Force users, the Emperor tore loose everything that wasn't bolted down in the room and wielded them as projectiles to force Allyson towards that sole window. ​

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"Come now, Master Jedi. A firearm is an uncivilized weapon for one of your calling, draw your blade, and let us fight as our forebears fought so many centuries ago."​

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His goal would be to Force throw her out of the window and out into the street, even if he had to tear down the whole house to make her leave. ​

 

[Tessa]

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Location: Streets of Harnaidan w/ Shatter Squad
Objective: Kill Sith Troops
Allies: Irveric Tavlar | FN-999 | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Sturit Goan | Belisarius
Enemies: Whoever Wants To Tango
Gear: Body | Armor in Digital Urban Camo | Rifle | Pistol | Knife | 2 Smart Grenades

"On your left, Private!"

Tessa turned to the door in front of her and on the left, leveling her rifle, and unleashing a torrent of laser fire that caught two troopers squarely in the chest, putting them down in a matter of seconds. She loved her rotary rifle, but what she loved more was taking the fight to the Sith Empire. Their dog and pony show had been going on for far too long, was too expansive, and she was more than willing to take them down a peg for it. This was the real reason she'd signed up for this gig and gotten herself into the Stormtrooper corp. Sure, being a regular grunt for a while had been fine, but being the iconic fighting force of the Order was just something special.

"Moving forward," she called through her comms as she darted across the opening she'd just decimated.

Shatter Squad had been lucky enough to break through the enemy lines pretty early on, but they'd already found that fighting through the city was going to be a real slog. Every doorway was a potential hiding spot for enemies or traps. Every vacant window might not actually be vacant. Then there was the armor. Taking those guys out was Gunt's job, and he was fairly good at pegging them with an anti-armor round or two, but there were often times so many of them that they were forced to double back and look for a new route altogether. It was tedious and they'd only just begun the assault so it was only bound to get worse.

The Lieutenant was holding things together pretty well, though. Lenses was busy watching the sky, his sniper having already nailed a couple of enemy snipers that were looking to get the drop on them from above. Repp was taking up the point position in front of the Lieutenant. He was the squads standard kit guy. Made him a good point man to have a kit that was adaptable to almost any situation. She was the heavy gunner, and that was the last of their squad of five. Gunt, Lenses, Repp, the Lieutenant, and her, the Private.

"Good call earlier, Repp. Find me some more."

 

[Lirka Ka]

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Location: Mygeeto, Bridge One
Objective: Hold the Line
Allies: TSE and Allies
Enemies: NIO and Allies
Tags: Open to whomever wants to scuffle

Some would say a Moff's place was on their world, standing idly by in governorship as the enemies of the Empire smashed against the bulwark of the Legion and Armada. They were fools, who had never met Lirka Ka. The Moff of Moridinae strode forth in the whirling blizzard, unflinching by the frigid cold that pierced against her armor that now glistened in normal Duranium and plundered Beskar from long-dead Mandalore. Her hulking blade burning with emerald fire resting at her side. No. Lirka led from the front. And behind her stood the line of Legionaries that hunkered down and set up their various gun emplacements, not quite her chosen warriors from Moridinae. But they would make do.

Letting in a deep breath, unfiltered by her ornate helmet. Letting the feel of icy air waft inside, and the wonderful smells of war assault her senses. It was beautiful, listening to the thunderous crash as another chunk of one of the vessels dueling in the sky slammed into the bridge, Lirka turned to face the gathered warriors. Cold eyes glazed over them all, regimented, disciplined, she could see eagerness in a handful. But. something motivation was needed regardless.

"Heresy, stands on our doorstep! Do you feel it? Feel the fires of war burning in your breasts!? Let it wash over you, let your hate consume you! Hordes of dissidents and traitors try to wash over our great Empire! But they fill find no weakness among us! We are the Legion! We are the bulwark that these misguided fools shall crash upon! Not an inch shall be yielded, lest all we have fought so hard to build is lost to debased depravity!"

Unknowingly, the Sephi had begun to pace during her rambling.

"Exalt in war! Exalt in that we shall teach these fools the true meaning of unity! Do you see them? See them slaughtering our brave defenders as though they were animals? Yes. You all do. So hear my words, let them flow throughout your being."

She ceased her pacing, now standing in the center of the line they had forged at the Bridge. Lirka's voiced boom, amplified tenfold by her helmet.

"NO PITY, NO REMORSE, NO FEAR! FOR THE EMPIRE, SHALL IT LIVE FOREVER MORE!"

Finally, Lirka turned to face the enemy: ever glad she wore a helmet, for the wicked smile that beamed beneath it would've been so poor for her image.

 

[Thraztin]

Harnaidan, Muunilist
OBJ: Wear them down
Weapon
Armour
Allies: TSE
Enemies: NIO/Anyone guarding their armoured divisions
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Then

Maiven paced back and forth before the troops in her care. Atop the roof of one of Harnaidan's many office buildings, she briefed her Platoon. Behind them, above the city, the gargantuan siege palace of the Sith loomed, blocking out the sky. In front of them were the city limits, where the statuesque towers quickly transformed into the grassy fields that the New Imperial Order was now landing its troops in. At the end of the city wide ship, the green tinged sky of Muunilist was visible, as well as innumerable enemy drop ships. They would be here soon.

Although she was a skilled commander, Maiven had never been in a battle like this. Even before the fighting started she was well aware of the size to which it would grow. She was thankful that she was tasked with command of only a few dozen soldiers. It was much more suited to her skills as a special operative. She had read the earliest reports from the main Chiss force on Mygeeto. Before the battle there had even begun they were struck with a snow storm. She imagined that the Chiss would do well there, as they were no strangers to snow.

Without slowing her pacing, she began to address her soldiers.

"Men and women of the Ascendancy! The Sith have called on us to help defend their homes and we will do so with vigor, for they have done the same for us in the past! The next few days will be difficult, but you are here because you are the best, and you know that! Under my command we will succeed, and this New Imperial Order will no longer threaten us or our allies! You all know your mission. Keep comm chatter low between squads and use anything you can to slow the enemy advance. Good luck to all of you!"

Their mission was simple. It would be a guerilla operation to draw the attention of the New Imperials away from the Sith defenders. The bulk of the Chiss were on Mygeeto under the command of Sila , and they were better suited for it. Maiven on the other hand was accustomed to urban warfare, or at least urban infiltration. She and her forces had spent the last week or so on Dromund Kaas acquainting themselves with the Sith Imperial command structure and protocol. Today they were at peak ability, but it seemed the NIO were too.

Now

The fighting had now consumed the outermost part of the city. The green sky of the planet was now grey with ash as fires burned all around the fields where the NIO had landed. The Sith's defenses were elastic, but like any rubber band they would eventually snap if stretched to far.

Maiven had spent the days so far with her squad in a constant patrol. Taking out NIO foot soldiers was all too easy with their charric rifles, but even with the other Chiss squads reporting the same thing, the soldiers just kept coming. With the seemingly unending stream of enemies flowing into the city she was surprised she hadn't seen any of the traitorous Sith. She was told they may be among the enemy ranks, but she was thankful to have not encountered any... yet.

She cursed under her breath when NIO drop ships deployed paratroopers far behind Sith lines. There was nothing she could do aside from hoping that the AA guns would down a few. Perched atop a low building she scanned the street below. A single walker. The Sith had no problem taking down walkers on the plains outside the city. To the uninitiated it might seem like an easy target, but the buildings were tightly locked and the walker was accompanied by its fair share of soldiers. The further they marched that walker into the city, the harder it would be to stop. If the armoured divisions met with the troops behind Sith lines they might have control of the battle.

Without any anti-tank weaponry, Maiven's squad was only able to harass the walker. She was well aware they wouldn't be able to take out the accompanying stormtroopers until help arrived, and in that time the enemy was likely to get help of their own...

 

[Knight]

Allies: New Imperial Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Tags: FN-999 Sturit Goan Tessa Irveric Tavlar Maiven
Force

Spoiler

AT-SB (All-Terrain Siege Breaker)

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As Irveric Tavlar pushed forward and rallied with FN-999 a gigantic metal mass plowed into the battlescape next to them with an earth shaking weight, then another thunderous thud rippled through the ground. Above, high into the smoke, was a pitch black AT-SB which was barraging the city with its supplementary weapons, the siege breaker cannon on its hunch silent for now. Each weapon that fired was iconic in sound to its AT-AT predecessors. The bridge of the AT-SB swiveled to its left and, angling downward, obliterated a pocket of resistance preventing a platoon from pushing closer into the city-limits. With a hissing, churning, sound the mammoth metallic legs of the AT-SB surged forward crushing into defensive positions. In a cloud of brackish duracrete dust and the whining of twisting durasteel the fortification gave way to the titanic warmachine.

In retaliation there was no small amount of return fire by the defiant defenders of Harnaidan. The hull of the AT-SB was peppered and abused though the legendarily impervious armor of the AT-AT lineage was holding true - for now. The AT-SB Commander spoke into his radio "1st Siege Platoon, 12th Armored, reporting in good hits." meanwhile in the pilot's seat the quietly giddy Knight steered true, careful to not maneuver onto a friendly position though he was most likely unaware of how close he came to Irveric Tavlar and FN-999 "Captain, more entrenched positions spotted." the gunner readied his hand over the lever that would begin to charge the main cannon while looking over his shoulder slight waiting for the Captain, the vehicle's commander, to give the go-ahead. The Captain paused and the spoke into the radio once more "1st Siege Platoon requesting premission to fire upon entrenched positions with MegaCaliber Six main cannon."

 

[Darth Bellum]

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K o r _ V e x e n

| Location | Mygeeto​

| Objective | Take the Bridge​

| Focus | Imperial Warlord Zovesa / Vaulkhar / @Imperial Knights / Madelyn Lowe / Obinmiux R'avfa / @Open​

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A Month Ago…​

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Blaster bolts were exchanged across the bridge as New Imperial Order forces were hunkered down, taking cover behind debris and ruined vehicular wreckage scattered across the narrow pathway leading to the SIBC vaults. The Sith had prepared well for the incoming assault, putting up a stalwart defense against the New Imperial Order and Vexen’s forces, having stonewalled any progress pushing towards the opposite platforms. A rocket would fly out as it impacted against a vehicular husk, sending a squad of troopers using it as cover flying off in all directions. A cloud of dust and rubble would obscure the bridge for a moment, giving pause to the blaster fire exchange. A single set of footsteps could barely be heard over the sound of the harsh winds, but those who could hear it would soon freeze in fear as the silhouette of a single figure emerged; the former Sith that held dominion over the entire military, Kor Vexen. ​

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Several Sith Imperial soldiers would lower their blasters slightly, weary of the man that once led the entirety of the Sith Empire’s military across numerous campaigns, his feats and ferocity on the battlefield having been burned into the minds of many of their legions. Vexen’s vocoded voice would boom and echo over the howling winds, “ Soldiers of the Sith Empire, lay down your arms and surrender…And you will be granted mercy. ” It was a brutally short and to the point statement, one that sent a shiver of fear down the spines of even the most hardened veterans present upon its announcement. His words and orders still held some weight, even after he had been removed from his post and declared a traitor; That was the authority and respect he once held over one of the largest armies in the Galaxy. ​

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A lone Sith Trooper would toss his weapon out onto the ground as he raised his arms up in surrender, starting to walk forward. It would be a few seconds as either side stared, watching how the interaction unfolded, a surreal moment of silence that was soon shattered by the sound of a single blaster shot. The surrendering soldier would jerk straight up before glancing down to see a smoldering blaster hole in his chest, falling forward on his knees as he fell flat on his face dead; Such was the fate of anyone who did not want to follow the Sith Empire, like its numerous commanders and officers that were executed for suspicion of treason within the Sith Empire after the New Imperial Order had broken free from it. The shooter; a Sith Imperial Captain who turned to his soldiers as he shouted at his men, “ What are you karking idiots standing around for? Shoot him! ” The officer had little time to react as he soon felt an iron grip around his leg, looking down to see nothing before looking up to see Vexen’s outstretched hand, slowly clenching into a fist. ​

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The sound of bones snapping could be heard as the Anzati shattered the captain’s tibia and fibula at once, soon being yanked from the lines of Sith Imperial soldiers across the air, screaming. An amethyst flash of light would flare to life at Vexen’s side, his lightsaber igniting as he deftly swung it at the captain flying at him. The head was cleaved from its body, silencing the screaming officer. A soldier opened fire, whether compelled to as the dying officer’s last order given or fear of death. Vexen’s violet blade swung, deflecting the blaster bolt back into the soldier’s face as the Sith Imperial soldiers soon began to cave in, opening fire at the former Sith General. Vexen’s blade thrummed with anticipation as if reacting to the loss of life around it as Vexen’s vocoded voice was heard over the sounds of the deadly bridge, “ Those who bear arms against me will be put down with no mercy. ” And so the battle resumed, neither side giving quarter to the other as the siege of Mygeeto was in full swing. ​

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Present Day...​

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It had been a month since Vexen had arrived on Mygeeto, and the Sith Empire remained in firm control of the bridges, keeping the New Imperial Order assault out. Vexen had been analyzing the gaining and loss of resources on both ends of the conflict, carefully positioning his troops to surrender ground to overextend the Sith forces when needed, and then organize a counter push. It was a delicate dance; one step back, two steps forward, two steps back, one step forward. It was a slow and arduous uphill battle against an enemy with a vast amount of resources at their disposal. He simply had to utilize those at his disposal with greater care and effect rather than throwing overwhelming numbers in the hope that something would get done.​

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Vexen stood over a holotable as he observed the battlefield projected over it. Reports indicated a fierce blizzard coming in. Visibility would be near completely zero; chaos that would be troublesome to most commanders on a field where the only access to the enemy’s base was across a heavily fortified bridge, but Vexen had a plan. Reinforcements were en route and would be guided in via beams transmitted by droids. The Anzati warmaster turned to an armored soldier standing in the makeshift forward operating base before speaking, “ Captain… Take the Ravager Batallion and prepare yourselves at this point. Maneuver Sixty-Two Besh. Use the blizzard as cover and wait for my mark. Have Nexu company on standby with the shield projectors. ”​

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The storm would prove to be a challenge, but with fresh reinforcements already on the way, it would have to be spent wisely before the Sith Empire could further entrench themselves on the planet. A push needed to be made, and if the Sith Empire were to retaliate with a counteroffensive, then he would be ready. The order had already been dispatched to the High Knight Marshal of the Force Corps to conduct an all-out offensive on the main bridge. Her purpose was to draw out as many of the Sith forces to it, while they left just enough forces to defend their end of all other bridges. His analysis of the situation and assessment of the enemy's strategies were solidifying. It would not be long before he had a brief opportunity to seize the situation for himself.​

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The holotable in front of him flickered as a tremor shook the forward operating base that had been established, dust raining from the ceiling as he leaned forward over the table, hands resting on the edges. His strategy was a risky gamble, something that was unusual from the Sith General. They would suffer heavy casualties, but if it were to play out the way he anticipated, then it would be to their benefit. ​

 

[Sam Deckard]

// 7empest //
// Muunilist, Harnaidan //
// Objective// Assault on Harnaidan
// New Imperial Storm Armor Mk. IV | REC-RCG/01 'Reaper' - Pattern Particle Beam Chainblaster //
// New Imperial Order // Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Belisarius | Wraith | FN-999
// The Sith Empire // AMCO | et al.
// Frantic //

<"This is RDAG Three, we're clear to approach.">

<"Copy that RDAG Three, give 'em hell.">

Sam's knee bounced up and down as the ship made its approach to Harnaidan. The cramped transport didn't do his nerves any good, a claustrophobic sense of unease coming over him as he awaited whatever fate might await him on Muunilist. Looking out the glasteel viewport, Sam could see the devastation that already wracked Harnaidan. The stacks of black smoke that reached desperately for the clouds, the artillery, and orbital fire that screamed through the mired city. The color of carnage splayed across the canvas of war. Tempest, Wraith, Captain Belisarius, Commander Voi'Kryt, they were all just fibers of the brush that created this piece.

<“All gunships, this is RDAG One, be advised we have entered their anti-air range. Prepare for evasive maneuvers, the heat’s coming.”>

Sam took a deep breath, leaning back in his seat and grasping the stability bars that protruded between each trooper. He watched out the viewport as two green streaks flew past the transport ship, missing them by only a few meters.

"Hang on, here it comes!"

The ship swayed to the right, tilting thirty degrees as it made evasive maneuvers. Another set of artillery bolts screamed past the transport ship. The comms went wild with the different ships communicating and coordinating evasive maneuvers. Sam took another deep breath, head pressed back into his seat as the flight got rough.

Suddenly a hot flash of violent death erupted from the wall of the ship opposite Sam. RDAG three was quickly enveloped in fire as many of the soldiers within were either incinerated for flung to their deaths. Sam managed to hang on through the sudden violent spiral the ship was sent into, plummeting quickly towards the surface of Muunilist.

A trooper lost his grip, quickly being flung towards the massive hole in the ship where the smoke poured out. Sam released one hand off the bars and reached out to catch the trooper. His hand snagged his forearm, struggling to keep a grip as the force exerted by the spinning craft attempted to pry the man from his grasp. The trooper looked up at Sam reaching with his other arm to try to grab on.

"Don't let me fall, Tempest!" The trooper begged frantically, screaming into his helmet comm with desperation.

The fire grew bigger and bigger. The heat began to seep into Sam's armor maliciously, creating an indirect burning sensation. He winced, struggling to keep ahold of him as the flames crept even closer. Another trooped flew out of the ship, coming mere inches from colliding with Sam and sending him with him. His screams as he fell to the ground below while helplessly ablaze were quickly muffled by the sharp and delayed sounding of the ship's alarms.

Sam watched as armored plates that covered his arm began to lose color beneath the heat. The HUD in his helmet began to warn him about temperatures, before starting to malfunction under the might of the blaze. The burning sensation grew even more intense, Sam began to scream in pain, desperately holding onto his comrade.

It was all too much.

It was practically involuntary that he let go. His deep primal human instincts awoke from their sedated and civilized slumber to give him the order: Survive. The trooper's screams as he was sent plummeting towards the ground were the last thing Sam heard before there was another, even louder sound. The screeching of metal on metal as the ball of fire that was once a transport ship scraped against a building. It was only a brief moment following before there was nothing.

Black.

Dark.

Nothing.

Consciousness returned in a sudden explosion of panic and labored breaths. Sam's eyes shot open to a scene of wreckage and death, obscured under the veil of fire and smoke. For a moment all he could do was lay on his back in shock, but his sense would quickly return. He sat up quickly, leaning forward and to the left to use his hands' assistance to get himself upright.

"Wraith!? Hound!?" He called out in a daze, staggering in no particular direction.

He came across the body of a trooper not too far from where he came to. Through the cracked visor, his HUD picked up vital signs. Before his dazed mind could properly identify the soldier, a red flash of light grazed past his face and impacted into some of the wreckage on the other side of him.

Then another.
Another.
Shit!

Sam grabbed the trooper by the collar of his armor and pulled him back behind some of the wreckage, hunkering down in what was left of the transport. He slapped his helmet a few times causing the hud to stabilize from the mess of static that displayed.

<"All squads, this is RDAG Three: Tempest. I'm pinned down, uh, somewhere. I don't how many of us made it. We need assistance, please respond!">

 

[Ignatius]

WEEKS PRIOR

Aboard the Cyber Eidolon, The viewport from the cabin I stayed in at the moment, was nothing more than a sheet of white snow and storms. One that was growing stronger and more powerful by the minute. The atmospheric shields were having their work cut out for them. Trying to prevent damage of the snow, acting more like debris from a blast, from slamming into the vessel. Even then, the black, and Iron colored vessel was turned white. Making it difficult to tell where the ship began, or end. Not to mention, the actual storm that raged about us.

The Stealth craft was handy getting to Mygeeto. One of the more essential craft we could utilize. While a storm would be nice, aiding in the camouflage that we could operate with, this massive wall of pure white snow and hail would leave us double-blind. There was no point in wasting energy of attempting to find other vessels, nor trying to hide our own signature.

"We have problems with the readings."
"I could tell."
"We fear that we won't be able to find the Mesas or the banking clan, let alone our own sister fleet if this storm continues."
"And what would you have me do?"
"Back out. Let the Imperial Knights find their way first, then swoop in to save the day."
"That was not the plan."
"Better than losing the ship."
"That was not-"

A loud bang erupted from down the hall. One that was extremely too loud to be just some weapon going off. No. This was an explosion. It shook a huge portion of the ship. My eyes went wide from over the top of my mask. Holding onto the frame of the window to prevent my fall, I was barely able to stand.

"MAN BATTLE STATIONS!"

As if on cue, Another Explosion. This one came from the same side. Followed by a third and a fourth down the line. If there were explosions like this, and it was hitting against us hard, it wasn't weapons doing this. No. This was a ship. I knew the Sith were Die-hard for their Emperor, but I didn't expect them to be literally running into us in order to destroy a vessel!

"Its ships! They are Ramming into us!"
"Then start firi-"

Everything went bright. Out from the window was a TIE fighter of the Sith Empire. Screaming through the air, their ship trying to turn away from the side of the ship. Their head-lamps burning into my eyes as it slammed into the cabin. Thrown back from the explosion of the ship slamming into the side of the Cyber Eidolon, All I could feel was pain. My vision was blurs of bright light and darkness. Heat across my skin and the sounds of sirens over the top of the whistling winds. Breaking through the opening of the ship.

I could feel a pain in my stomach. One I was not too fond of. A massive shard of the viewport was in my stomach. The Captain who had been there speaking to me was legitimately in pieces. He wore no armor and so, the debris had found its way to him. Killing him without much in the way of pain. My vision was returning to me from the daze. Looking at my blackened skin, done with multiple treatments of body enhancements, I found blood on me. Starting to freeze from the cold air whipping into the massive hole that was left behind.

"Chit."

I could barely break the word from my mouth as I could hear over my Communication link, that the ship was going down. We had been rammed into by another Ship much larger. I had no clue what it was, but apparently the left forward arm of the Harrower-Class had been completely broken off and destroyed from the run in. Causing us both to be careening down to the ground.

Standing up as much as I could, I tried to fight the pain. Finding myself falling to my face upon the floor. Once cleanly swept and waxed to almost see my face in it, now covered in blood, soot, and debris that was lodged in. I likely gave myself an even worse concussion from the fall. Looking up, I saw another individual. Barely dressed. In fact, he had only his formal pants on. He had likely been doing something else within the room next to me, and was thrown out much like I had. His own body was badly damaged. Multiple wounds, many entries for debris and a couple burns that were looking closer to Third-degree. Crawling over to him, I placed my body over his own. Putting him up against the wall as we braced for impact.



[LOCATION] Mesa Tower Aurek (A)
[ALLIES] NIO, Imperial Warlord Zovesa Cai-Lan Raeth Cameron Farwell Darth Morrow Jekadius Lawson
[ALLIED UNITS] Deruz Series Cybermen
[ENEMIES] TSE, Madelyn Lowe Obinmiux R'avfa Jyon Hlervu Lark Darth Kados Amur (Currently not in combat with anyone. Open)
[ENEMY UNITS] N/A
[EQUIPMENT] ARMOR, FORCESABER,

There are times when it could be worse. However, this is likely one of the situations where entire armies were not going to have their best day. Firstly, Weeks have gone by in the fight upon Mygeeto. The frozen planet which the almost trench warfare had been held in a standoff. All starting when our own vessels legitimately smacked right into one another. Secondly, men were lost on both sides. Numbers were wildly ranging due to people who may have just been MIA, or Dead. It was difficult to tell who was apart of what group unless you could find something to identify them with.

Beside me was our newest member of the little Cybermen group. The man I had attempted to rescue during the falling of our ships, the crashing and complete blindside upon us, had been killed in the destruction. However, he was not completely dead. Just his body was damaged to such a degree, he would have not survived. Now, I see the almost metallic frame of this man, later finding out his name was Lance Germons, was not wanting to die. Asking for us to tell his family that he loved them. I almost didn't want to, but I did anyways. Utilizing Mechu-Deru Vitae upon him. Changing him into one of my Cybermen and giving him a Saber.

"Everything is prepared."
"Good"
"We have received word from Warmaster Vexen."
"And?"
"Aurek, Aurek, Aurek."

He stood there as he gave me the command. Waiting for me. I just smiled. Looking out from the viewport for the second time. Hidden under the mask I wore. As a member of the Inquisition, hidden of course for the most part, I was... not too keen with working side by side with the Imperial Knights and their forces. Seeing as how they were so adamant about their Order and not utilizing the Dark Side of the Force. Oh so dangerously. The Inquisition was in many cases, looked down upon by them. Seeing us as those who fell to the Darkness and our emotions. I had been accepted to the Inquisition. The Second Brother.

Why? Because the Imperial Knights would not have accepted me. As such, I had been tasked to work with the Gray Cloaks as much as I could. Aid them, and even fight with our sabers side by side if needed. They were already starting to attack. The shells exploding forth to send Sith Empire soldiers to their deaths, while they returned fire against us as well.

So it seemed this would be the end of weeks worth of Scouting Missions, Retrieval missions, and all out war against the Sith on Mygeeto. Should we take it or fail, it would be ending today.

Grabbing the Forcesaber from the holo-table, I walked out into the cyclone storm that continued to rage. Snow and hail falling upon my skin. Turning the black artificial armor into an almost white in mere moments. Only reinforced by my skin and clothing, suddenly vanishing to hide within. My body turning white with the use of reflec and other active camouflage technology.

"Grand Marshal Zovesta, Second Brother will be aiding you on Bridge One."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Mygeeto
Objective: Charge No Man's Land and onto the bridge
Enemies: Sith/ Darth Ophidia
Allies: New Imperial Order
Equipment: In signature.

How long had it been days, weeks, months? Kyrel could hardly tell anymore. It had seemed like the days had slowly blurred into one another. the Master of Ren was tired. Tired from a months-long siege into Sith Space. Tired of seeing every new recruit that he fought with endlessly sent into the Hell that was No Man's land. He had sat in a makeshift forward operating base. Made up of wreckage from the downed transports they had arrived in months ago. The Sith wasted no time in taking them out. Leaving them stranded fighting along the bridges would after only days of fighting had only turned into a stalemate. Neither side gaining more than an inch of ground. If anything the New Imperials or the Sith would only gain a yard of the bridge at a time before being repelled against the other.

The Forward Operating Base that had been behind what was called "No Man's Land." Had been a home of sorts. Stormtroopers and Officers have been held up trying to keep warm. The snow gear had helped stave off death yet the conditions were miserable. With the operating base made up of nothing but twisted ruined Durasteel, with a trench built to serve as a type of barracks along with a latrine. For the soldiers, it was a cramped, freezing cold, little supplies that were already started to dwindle. Even rationing was difficult to do in the past weeks. Kyrel himself already had to break up several fights with the unit he was leading. Morale was slowly starting to fall apart, any bright young recruit seeking fame and glory for the New Order, was quickly cut down to pieces trying to push through No Man's Land. Just the same the Sith were unable to get past them. Even with his command over the dark side. There was no way Kyrel could handle the might of the Sith Imperial Forces.

Perhaps one of the most disturbing fact, was that some Sith Imperials were men that he fought with. Even now he could sense some that had once been First Imperial Stormtroopers. It had become regrettable that it would be this way. Ironic that the men that he fought and served with. It would be the same that he would fight against on this frozen hell that you would call a theatre of war that he had once served with. With the First Order's collapse and the New Imperial Order rising. Battle lines were drawn, some wanted to believe in a cause all too similar to the First Order's own goals. Others were content with being under the yoke of Zambrano and his ilk.

Regardless, Kyrel was weary it was only until now that he would be gaining the chance to turn the tide. Given some new info of reserve forces and at least a few supplies in. Scavenged from the reinforcements thrown out of the sky from Sith patrol craft kamikaze into them. Fire rained from the skies as well as the cargo that crashed onto No Man's Land and the junkyard that was the operating base. Troopers so desperate to get their hands on new gear, rations would quickly rush out to get whatever came. Some making it back with what they fill their hands with. Others being sniped by the Sith just waiting for easy targets. Kyrel tried to defend as much as he could, even becoming slowly horrified seeing immolated soldiers from the crash, crying, and begging for help. It had firmly reminded him of the realities of war.

He had never felt more exhausted nor even more terrified in his life. He had a sinking feeling that he would never make it back to his mate. She probably was due to have the child or already had it. He didn't know. While closing himself off from Pom Stych Tivé He reopened himself back up. The unique Dyad in the Force providing him love and strength as he could feel her in his thoughts. Sending her reassurance that he loved her most. He was doing this all for her. Even as his anger was what gave him strength in this darkest hour.

Moving out with the men, preparing for a charge across no man's land towards the Mesa that would lead to the Sith Intergalactic Banking Clan. He heard a voice. It sounded so clear and soothing at first. Speaking to him. "These are your final steps, Thomas.." Even with the tired look of the soldiers, the eerie silence of what may be their eventual deaths. This would be a cause worth fighting for. Even as Kyrel moved out to the front for one last battle... The voice he hadn't heard in a long time brought him solace. Even trying to focus on it. He tried to hold it on but even as it comes. As soothing as nothing like he ever heard, in the end, could it be that it was only an echo.

 

[Mazrim Caide/Taim]

Caide’s ears ring as he struggles to his feet, his position covered in plasma scorch marks and burned, ruined bodies. His HUD had been short circuited by the shockwave, so he rips off his helmet and tosses it to the ground, breathing the all too familiar scent of death. He sees a squad of imperial shock commandos approaching his location. Of course he wouldn’t get a rest, this was war. He picks up his blaster and immediately starts firing, Catching the lead officer in the chest with three shots near his heart. Rolling forward into cover, he takes down another, keeping count of dropped bodies in the chaos. There were ten commandos left. Easy enough. He suddenly sprints forward from the crater that used to be the firing line for his unit, slide firing as the commandos return fire, the hot plasma bolts flying over his head as he takes out another before taking cover to reload, breathing hard. The explosion broke a rib, it seems. Caide grimaces. That would make this harder, but not impossible. His blaster had 10% charge left, about 20 shots. He cracks his neck. He needs to get close. Even over the chaos of the battle, he can hear the commandos approaching footsteps…

Suddenly Caide bursts out of cover, staying low and firing his shots rapidly, forcing the commandos to take cover rather than return fire, just a second of hesitation. All he needed. As Caide got to point blank range, he drops his spent blaster and goes to work, shattering the arm of the first commando he sees before yanking him in front of him to block his comrade’s return fire. Pulling the commando’s pistol from its holster, he guns down two more before putting two in his captive’s back and dropping him. From there, Caide becomes a whirlwind. He beats them down with his bare fists, with their own weapons, dodging attacks and staying close enough that they couldn’t form a firing line against him. As he stands panting amongst his carnage, he hears a weak voice.

“Die...empire...scum…”

Caide sees in slow motion as he turns towards the voice, his one eye going wide. One of the commandos was alive despite the smoking hole in his abdomen, and was pointing a pistol at him with his shaky hand. Even Caide can’t dodge blaster fire...

Location: Muunilinst

Opposition: FN-999 | Irveric Tavlar | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Sturit Goan | Ryv | Allyson Locke

Allies: Cara Dorniarn Darth Carnifex

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Location: Muunilist
Objective: Assault on Harnaidan
Allies: NIO.

It had been a long time since she had felt it. That excitement, that frenzy, that adrenaline that the battlefield gave to those addicted to the bloodbath and how not to be? The meat smell of charred by blasters enemies, civilians cries for help when a missile was coming after well-aimed shot to be fired by a missile launches, people running when the fire spread, devouring all the city.

The screams were as familiar to her as a lullaby. In another life, lost after so much madness lived in the Unknown Regions, she would have cried for that, but now? The mandalorian wanted to laugh. And adorning her head with silky curls in her red helmet with red stripes she became Firestorm again, holding her disruptor she accepted the name of Commander Zero again, the colors in her bes'kar armor anointed her as Alor of House Vizla and the broad hilt of the sword at her back marked her as an outcast.

Her lips wanted to scream a curse as the first damn trooper rushed in front of her to get off the transportation. Ursula raised the weapon, illegal in almost every galaxy, and only struck with the hard handle in a single devastating blow against the second soldier's display. And without any control she laughed at that and snarled at the other soldiers.

“All right you maggots. Whoever comes back here with a full canister, will be tied in front of my ship when it goes into orbit, was I clear? ”

One of the soldiers clearly uncomfortable in hearing a mandalorian speak like that, had the audacity to raise his voice to her.
"Who do you think you are?"

“I'm a loose cannon, plastic boy. The one they call when they want to kill planets… or maybe fry bantha steaks.” She laughed again under the helmet, she laughed for what seemed like a long time.

"I'm sorry, I sometimes can't stand myself, fry bantha steaks... who calls someone to do that? Haha… oh well…”

Suddenly lifting her disruptor to the audacious soldier's face, Ursula fiddled with the trigger for a moment, perhaps tempted to do everything her way. She then lowered the gun, smiled under her helmet and murmured innocently.
“Shall we?" And from its back lights came out, and it took off through the skies of the Muuns, not as a star of hope but as a meteor of destruction. "Let the fun begin!" She roared to herself, seeing a group of poor poor enemies on top of a building.

This time she didn't think twice about starting the shooting, and that whatever deity they believed would protect them. A disruptor shot was a cruel thing against a poor organic creature, but who cared? Ursula let the gun sing when she pulled her trigger, sweet death music ruled by the lovely madness of war.

 

[Gat Tambor]

// "SSD" //

// OBJECTIVE // Tithe Collection
// YE TRACK // Run This Town
// AvGang™ // Avernus
// Statists // Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum | Madelyn Lowe
( Drip courtesy Republic Engineering )

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War is politics by other means. Politics is economics by other means. Gat Tambor was an adept in all three. Though he was often known for his role as a Galactic industrialist, a tyrant of trade and industry. He was no stranger to the battlefield (as much as he cared to avoid it). Within his Turbo Annihilator Skakoan Super Juggernaut Power Armor the Skakoan was a viable threat on the field. He never cared to wear the unwieldy suit but even so - it would be blunder to embark here without it.

Skakoans were never fit for the cold, what little bare green skin was shown was frigid to the touch. Were it not for the climate acclimations of his armor and pressure suit he would've trembled dead hours ago. As much as this mission demanded subtly, even leaving the Pureblood to forsake his grandeur and decadence in favor sheer pragmatism. Following his usual pattern of behavior, the amount of drip and aesthetic power exuding off of Avernus might've even serve to spark them up on all forms of sensors.

However, Gat Tambor was never subtle and never afraid. As the battle for Mygeeto erupted on another front he approached several feet behind Avernus and his agents to keep watch of the aft to their formation as the power armored servos clanked and jostled with each step of the Skakoan. Very few were familiar with the noise and those that were either only fortunate enough to be Gat Tambor's ally or had their ashes scattered to the wind long ago.

Standing by he watched the Pureblood cut through the door with his beady wide eyed amber gaze trapped beneath the pressurized goggles of his suit, awaiting for the metal to finally flex and give to the ancient weapon's effort. When the Hunter Seeker droid mounted to Tambor's own shoulder began to spin and whirr the Skakoan nodded.

"OWEEREREREREREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRERERWE- Impressive, my friend. You're learning fast. This little droid will make a fine companion to many- a font of utility." Tambor remarked admirably. Avernus was all but a son to Gat, in spite of being twenty years older and seemingly far more powerful in the force than the Skakoan the Pureblood still had a great deal to learn in the arenas that Gat Tambor had mastered. Raw power could only get mortal men so far where money, wealth and connections could often shatter and soar past such ceilings.

"It would be good to chat with Tithe in person again...I do hope he is not so ignorant to the world that surrounds him. This Empire...its decayed, as the war continues the coffers all across the crimson red will be run dry. Too brazen...too stubborn. Hmmm." Gat Tambor pontificates aloud as he waits for the wall to finally give.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Muunilinst
Objective: Distract the Emperor till uplink comms of the City goes live
Equipment: in signature
Tags: Wyatt Morga Darth Carnifex


Seeing that the shotgun did little to nothing didn't surprise the Corellian. She hadn't hidden her attack very well, and it was mostly to draw his attention from anything else that was happening in the room. Above all else, keeping him from noticing the datapad and information that it was putting up in the network was the goal. Saber? Allyson did carry one, but it wasn't her primary choice for close combat weapons. The shotgun did the job for her, but it seemed Carnifax was determined for that sort of fight.

Remembering being in his dungeon, the way his words dripped from his lips, hearing him call her Jedi just like before, made her skin crawl. She wondered if this was why she never wanted to be called Jedi, the word was tainted and stained with his voice. Allyson continued taking a step back as she reloaded the shotgun, she needed to keep him occupied. His words continued at her, and she found it challenging to keep her mind empty and to avoid that hell hole that she remembered. Panic surged through her as she felt the wall behind her; she was trapped like a mouse - Carnifex was a starved cat.

"Well, I hope you're hungry for some lead." The Corellian raised her weapon to fire again but met with a blast of the Force. She could have countered it, dodged it, or something. Yet with him focused and wanting to leave the safe house - it meant that her real mission would be allowed to continue. Taking the blast fully, Allyson used what she could of the Force to protect her through the glass window. Flying out, she landed on the streets of the city, glass and gravel cut her skin, but she was, for the most part, okay. He continued to call for the lightsaber.

"I'm..." She paused as she stood up. Her whole existence even when she was fighting with the Jedi, being trained as a Jedi, she denied the presence of her being one. A hand opened, and a silver hilt flew from her thigh holster. The shotgun was dropped and tossed aside, the grip felt warm in her hand, the weapon of a Jedi hummed to life with a flick of the switch. A pale blue beam of light shot out and hummed to life.

"You're wrong, this war is just the beginning for the rise of the NIO and the Alliance, freedom shall be felt across the worlds that you've ravaged and destroyed." If fighting Carnifex with a lightsaber would buy time, then Allyson would do it. Putting on a brave face, the SIA agent did her best to search through the Force to feel it, she found her bond with Ryv and held it close to her heart. She felt strength from him, security, and hope. With him close to her, she could find the power inside of her to fend off one of her greatest fears.

"The only thing you're right about Former Emperor Carnifex - I am a Jedi, I always have been. I will kill you to protect this galaxy - even if it kills me in the end."

A wave of the Force surged from the woman, as glass shards from the broken window fired off towards the towering behemoth. Feet pushed off the ground and sprang forward, using the shards as a temporary distraction, she moved to cut off any movement with a swing of the lightsaber in a horizontal fashion along his belly.

 

[Ravraa Vyshraal]

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Location: Enroute Gunship
Task: Objective One - Battle for Muunilinst
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Plated boots drummed against the floor of the RDAGx as it arched and danced throughout the atmosphere of Muunilist, voices raising in a broken and untrained musical number. There wasn't a soul who wasn't at least humming the tune, the energy inside of the troop transport between the odd twenty stormtroopers was positively electric.

<"Go on home Carnie's soldiers, go on home! Have you got no fuckin' home of your own! We've fought you for a thousand years, and we'll fight you for a thousand more!">

Ravraa was smiling, laughing through the lyrics. The words slurring over the joy that he was trying to give to the trip. Of course, he was the one that had started the entire show, of course he would be the one to feel that choir practice was the first thing that his unit should be doing when they were to be deployed on their first official venture into Sith occupied space. He had never been inside of the Sith Empire's boundaries proper, he had never crossed the red veil and seen what life was like in the darkest corner of the galaxy. It was far from something high on his list, after all, he still hadn't gone sight seeing on Corellia! He would be caught dead if he saw Bastion before the Alliance Senate Building, though with the waves of the universe, it seems as if that may be the direction his life was heading. The Sith Empire was an esoteric concept, nations as a whole were to Ravraa to begin with, the concept of an invisible hand, the state acting as much of a living breathing person as he was, it was strange and offputting to him. He understood their place, why they had come to be, but that hardly meant he agreed with the concept. Though, fire with fire always proved effective. No other nation was taking an active stance against the approaching dark, and now the NIO was finally living up to it's promise. The dark would finally be beat back into the shadows, out of the rim, and into the great unknown. He wished the Sith to be forgotten again, to fade into nothing, that the galaxy would be safe. That the secular governments and roaming spacers would be allotted their own fears and their own wars. The Sith were different. They organized regimes constructed on occultism and fear, hate mongering and fascist dogmatism, the entire point of their grand imperiums were to stomp out the light, to stomp out hope. Honestly, the news that leaked from the Sith Empire, the stories he had heard deserters tell, it was more than unsettling. Their basic even came off as strange, stilted, shuddering, as if they didn't posses the proper vocabulary to fully express their concepts. It sent shivers down his back just thinking of it.

Finally, he was handed a blaster and told to go kick the asses of a couple hundred thousand servants of the Dark Throne.

<"If you stay Carnie's soldiers, if you stay! You'll never, ever beat the NIA! For those 14 men in Vero', are the last that you will harrow! So take the tip and leave us fraggin' be!">

The song slowly broke up into chittering chuckles from the gathered soldiers, with fists playfully going to shoulders and helmets daring to fog up with heated breaths of prideful and happy words. He recognized quite a few of the men he was with inside of the transport section of the gunship, he had served with them on previous operations. Even if it wasn't for the HUD in the top right of his helmet blinking their names when his eyes settled on them, he still would be able to recall them from their voices and the scuff patters on their armor. You learned to tell from subtle things like that when you've spent the better part of your military career with a bucket slapped onto your head. These were men that he was proud to serve with, men that he was proud would be at his back when they went against the very thing that the galaxy didn't need. The nightmare that kept Ravraa up at night. The stars above, he hoped that at some point during the conflict he would be allowed to sight down on one of those cloaks. Even if he knew the odds of the shot landing were nearly impossible, the satisfaction of distracting them from their brooding would bring him endless joy. He wasn't sure if that was a commonality between all Sith, but at least those he had met it had been.

<"Now, you know, Jeresan, lovely voice, but was that you that came in a bit early after the first bit?"> Ravraa asked the scout trooper sitting across from him, placing his hands on his knees as he leaned forward slightly. Eyeing the man down, he could feel the blush under Jeresan's betaplast. Thankfully he couldn't see the smirk that Ravraa was wearing underneath his. The gunship jostled slightly.

<"Not fair, you act like you can hold a tune, Rav!"> Runa, a frontline trooper would call in from further down the line of troopers.

<"Oh yea? Someone here actually had choir training, music theory is a big thing for me, ifchadon'tknow!"> Ravraa would lean, shouting down the opposite end of the gunship, over exaggerating his volume in order to get over the hum of the engines.

<"Not like he's a continent over, man."> Joskyre, another generic trooper, would joke. Patting on the side of his helmet as if to clear an ear clog

There was chatter going through the entire vessel, before suddenly, booming in a disembodied fashion, the pilot's voice would come over.

"Ten minutes till drop."

With that, there was a great hiss of depressurization, as the commanding device for the operation let himself up from the fastened seat. Taking a shaky step into the center of the vessel, he cleared his voice. The same pauldroned commander from Operation Godslayer, he figured.

<"Now, we are going into the thick of it. This isn't some bandit raid, this isn't some no name random insurgency, this isn't a bunch of cultists on some backwater. Today, you are facing one of the finest forces that the galaxy has ever assembled, you will be facing the Black Army of the Sith-Imperial Legions, you will be facing men and women, human and alien, that have moved as a swarm across civilizations. You will be facing your mirrors, sometimes your equals, and sometimes your betters. They know what they are doing, they know who they are facing, and they are on the defensive. They're going to have an advantage against the lot of us in that regard. I assume they will be sending veterans at us, looking to stomp us in our first conflict. I know many of you are freshly degreened, but that won't stop us. We have passion, drive, and a cause that the galaxy will be singing of for eons, upon eons, to come! I want each and everyone of you to know, we are making history today. I am very pr-">

The end of the sentence never came, there was never a warning. Suddenly, the right wing of the gunship took a heavy anti-air to the dead center mass of the implement. Shattering through the middle, holding the wound, before exploding into a flurry of shrapnel and plasma burns. Instantly, the gunship began to dare to spiral, sending the commander rolling throughout the vessel with the movement. The cries of the troopers were nearly instantaneous as they watched him suddenly slam into the far right of the ship, jettison to the top, cracking the helmet harshly against the top of the roof, before being slammed to the extreme right as the gunship rolled. The G-Force made most movement and reasoning impossible, as the troopers were all violently jolted, over and over, inside of their seats as the gunship began to slowly lose more and more control. Another cry of an anti-air weapon, and another, another. The commander, as somepoint, had the luck of a desperate hand reaching out and grabbing onto his belt. Lugging him as close as they could. Another explosion.

The next round slammed into the left side of the ship, near the extreme far end, closer to the pilot than the transport section of the gunship. The metal working rended and exploded throughout the transport, the front left of the gunship was tearing with the force of the spiral, a massive hole exposing to the Muunilinst sky as the ship whipped, and whipped, and whipped. The fact that at least four stormtroopers were taken with the explosion that tore the hole was something that Ravraa wasn't afforded to register. Instead, there was a shooting pain going through his left leg, there was a fair splattering of blood throughout the ship that he only caught when the spiral of the gunship gifted him with light.

The impact turned the military vessel into a skipping stone thrown by an angry God. The ship tumbled and rolled, sending more and more shrapnel and make shift flechette throughout. The sound was indescribable, as if there was someone taking a nail and dragging it against the very fabric of the universe. At some point, the doors had ripped free and left the rest of the ship behind by a major margin. It was getting very dark, the only thing keeping Ravraa from passing out was the sudden shakes of the durasteel slamming into floor. Again and again. Scrapping sounding as the metal slowly began to grind to a stop as the momentum began to give, there were a few brief skirts as the engines still attempted to kick off, but slowly they died out.

Ravraa blinked, and the next thing he knew he was being drug away from the burning ship. It was a crumpled ball of Durasheet tossed into the trash. There was a trail of crimson following where he went. There was a voice, saying something, he couldn't make it out. Shapes were drifting out of the ship. Yelling, arms waving, screams. And then suddenly, a rocking through the ground and one final parade of fire flying into the air as the fuel cells on the ship gave way. Moments passed, maybe minutes. The sharp of metal that had worked it's way through his lower calf was, thankfully, only about as thin as a small wire, and not much wider, but it had punched it's way clean through. His armor was torn and scratched by metal bits. The medic that went to work on him simply decided to push the rod through while the Togruta was unconscious, applying generous amounts of bacta directly to the would. Sealing it, it was the best he could do. Ravraa, slowly, would come to.

He attempted to jolt up, nearly instantly, but the shooting pain through his leg denied him the ability, instead, he leaned on his right arm as he brought himself to stand, ever so slowly. Weight hurt on the injured leg, but it wasn't crippling, just nearly so.

There were bodies near the ship, doused in flame or torn into several different sections, painting the ground in macabre displays. The ship itself was cracked open, torn near the top and billowing smoke into the air. A massive signal for enemy forces for where they had gone down. Glancing around, disoriented, his vision settled on the source of some of the more violent screams. A medic was kneeled over a storm, the man was stripped of his armor nearly completely. The ground below him was pooling red, pooling fast. A hand slammed into the floor besides him over and over as the medic worked. Slowly, the twitching and rage stopped, the body went still.

At the end of the carnage, from the twenty that were on the vessel, eight remained alive. The pilot and commander were gone, lost in the explosion if one had to guess. Runa had been taken during the crash as well. There wasn't a body to assign to Joskyre, and the medic insisted on staying with Jeresan until he regained consciousness. This meaning fireman carrying the desolate trooper over his shoulders. All in all, they could be in a worse position. Not the best start to the assault.

The comms were a mess, most of their gear had sustained some form of injuries during the departure. Though, nearly miraculously, Ravraa's still dared to work.

Reaching up, tapping twice, Ravraa would announce on regional comms.

<"Private Bramble, Operational Code 241252, Dorn-2 squad. We were shot down, heavy casualties. heavy injuries. Command's dead...">

There was a long pause in his transmission.

<"I am assuming command over Dorn-2 squad, send me locations, we will attempt to rendezvous.">

With that, he turned to what remained of the men he had come with. Sighing, audibly for a moment, before unholstering the carbine from it's mag lock on his hip, slamming the powercell home.

<"We get our injured safe, then, we make those fuckin' cloaks pay for every life.">

<"Oorah!"> Came the reply.