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

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Location: Muunilinst
Objective: Defend The Empire | Kill All Enemies
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Tags: Allyson Locke Allyson Locke | Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga
Music: Kylo Ren Theme



"Cut one head off," the Emperor retorted with a flourish of his weapon, "And two more shall take its place, you truly know nothing of the Sith."
He laughed then, great and bountiful, as though he were jovial and bursting with mirth. The stones and bricks which littered their chosen arena began to move seemingly of their own accord, sliding across the ground before shooting up into the air like rockets; each one careening towards the body of the Jedi Master Allyson. No two came at her on the same trajectory, some came from high above while others twisted and turned through the air as if to confuse. Some more continued to crawl along the ground before firing up only a few feet away.
It was then that a strange electrical interference began to play at the Emperor's vision, the HUD of his helmet intermittently becoming garbled and incomprehensible. A brief cursory tap against his helmet's temple did not alleviate it, and he was quick to summarize that it was not an interference with the equipment itself but rather an external malady.
"Ah," spoke the Emperor in a voice that was far more jumbled than he would have preferred, his vocabulator suffering the same glitches as his vision. "I see your game, Master Jedi. Let me show you mine." He reached out, a superfluous gesture that he often avoided but he was feeling quite theatric as of late, and willed the Force surrounding the Jedi to inverse and concave on her armor and flesh. With the strength behind the Emperor's power, he could have surely crushed her like he was crushing a tin can, leaving her a bloodied mess upon the pavement for the carrion birds to pick at.
But a flash of danger cut through his senses like a hot knife, and he spun around even though nothing was near him. Out of nowhere a cerulean blur swung through the air but was caught and redirected by the Emperor's own crimson blade. Unfortunately, due to the frenzied nature of the Emperor's spontaneous reaction, the cerulean blur cut a shallow crevasse across the Emperor's mask; from the side of his cheek, over his right eye, and ending right where the brow would meet the hairline if it were a face of flesh and blood rather than metal and wires. A cry of shock came unsolicited from the Emperor's lips, sparks flying out from where his mask had been ruptured by the Jedi's blade as he briefly stumbled back. Gaining his composure, the Emperor tentatively touched where the blade had left its mark and allowed his hand to recoil as it reached in and touched bare skin.
His head spun around to glare at the two Jedi, his mask immaculate save for the wound inflicted upon it by the Grandmaster. And within the shadow that lurked within that wound, one could see a singular eye; molten copper subsumed by darkness, staring out at the both of them with unmitigated rage.
"So be it," spoke the Emperor in a grotesque simulacrum of real and mechanical baritone, "I would look upon you with my own eyes as I stain my hands with your blood, wretched insects!" With his left hand, he pressed the near-invisible secure latched near the base of his helmet, the face-plate jutting forward as the seal was broken and the Emperor removed his helmet from his head and tossed it to the ground below. Both of them would find some manner of difference in the Emperor's appearance, for it is much more youthful than either of them remember. His face was unmarked by scar or tattoo, save for the fresh tract of cauterized flesh which ran from his brow down over his right eye and ending at the side of his cheek, though the eye itself seemed fortunately undamaged.
"The cycle will indeed end, Master Jedi, but it will be the Jedi who will be crushed by the wheel!" With a roar of barely constrained rage, the Emperor bounded over the cobbled ground to strike out at the newest offending Jedi with his lightsaber. The Force gave haste to his movement, his ferocity a terrible storm to behold as it was unshackled.
 
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Directly Engaging: Melia Siari
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | New Imperial Order
Objective: Take the Skyhook and
High Port Space Center
Location: Muunilinst Orbit




Muunilinst Orbit
Galactic Alliance 3rd Sector Fleet
Starhawk Special Squadron; ANV Agni Kai

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Commodore Satou watched from the bridge as the battle raged around him. Part of Admiral Pryce's Starhawk Squadron he and the two other Starhawk Battlecruisers under his command had dropped out of hyperspace over Muunilinst several hours ago alongside the Imperial Order fleet. Catching the defense fleet unawares they had successfully pushed their defensive positioning back to the massive skyhook connecting Harnaidan to High Port Space Center, allowing both the Alliance and the NIO to deploy ground troops to take the capital. But even with their surprise attack, Satou knew this would be a fight that both the NIO and the Alliance would have to put their all into in order to claw their way to victory. The Star Dreadnought floating above the capital was enough evidence of that. Luckily three Starhawks and their fighters weren't the only ones to show up.

He checked his chrono and started counting the seconds. Pryce was late. Where was the rest of the fleet? He twisted his lip into a snarl and was about to give the order to advance when he saw the first vessel drop out of hyperspace, a frigate with the designation Sword 1. Then another and another and one by one the vessels of Admiral Pryce's task-force dropped out of hyperspace, starfighters already launched and hurtling towards the fray. The snarl turned into a smirk as the Starchild lurched into realspace, picking up the rear of the formation.

"The Admiral sends his apologies for the wait Commodore Satou," came the voice of a nearby com officer. "They said something about the refit messed with their hyperdrive." Satou waved the comment away. All that mattered was that they were here now.


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Muunilist Orbit
Galactic Alliance 3rd Sector Fleet
Wildcat Squadron
Assigned to Supercarrier Starchild II


Wildcat 3 was new to the squadron. Had only been transferred to the Starchild a few weeks ago as the Alliance began preparing for the attack on Muunilinst. The other Wildcats though were veterans. Most of them had been at the Battle of Fondor when the Old GA had taken its final death blows and were itching to get payback. After all, the Sith Empire had taken everything from them. Wildcat 3, or Cub as they'd started calling him, had grown up in the Alliance but he honestly didn't remember much being different from how it was after the Imperial Bloc showed up. He was a Deep Core boy, grew up on Byss where Star Destroyers overhead was just everyday life so he didn't understand the hate or the fear really.

"Wildcats get ready, we're dropping in 5...4...3...2...1," Cub's X-Wing dropped out of hyperspace and his vision was flooded with vessels of all sizes as star lines reverted into specks on a black canvas. They didn't wait for an order, they already had theirs, and Wildcat squadron split off into their four groups of three. They checked in as they split from the Alliance fleet and dove for the nearest enemy vessels.

"Wildcat 3 checking in," He said, his voice shaking a little.

"Aww, how cute. Cub's terrified! What, you ain't never seen a dreadnought before?" Cub felt the blood rush to his ears.

"Cut the chatter Wildcat 6, we're on Skyhook duty. Lock S-foils into attack position and fall in on me."

"Copy Wildcat Lead," Cub and Wildcat 6 said in unison as they tore off and headed for the Skyhook.


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Muunilinst Orbit
Galactic Alliance 3rd Sector Fleet
Aboard the ANV Starchild II

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The bright blue tunnel of star lines collapsed as the Starchild and its accompanying fleet dropped out of hyperspace at Starhawk Squadron's Six O'clock. The bridge was a flurry of activity as the vessels and starfighter squadrons of Pryce's initial task-force dropped out of hyperspace around them. Pryce was distracted though and couldn't hear them at all. All he could hear was the crying of his newborn and the soft cooing of Ava as he looked down at a locket holo of the three of them together, the newborn swaddled in white towels, Ava still in her hospital gown with a beaming smile, and himself dressed much as he was now holding both of them attempting to keep a strong face but with tears obviously running down his puffy cheeks. His thumb brushed over their faces gently as Turbolaser fire boomed around them.

"Sir...Hey, Admiral!" The familiar voice of
Garvey, the Starchild's sassy VI snapped him back to reality. "They've activated their interdictor, we're stuck." Pryce snapped the locket shut and shoved it into his breast pocket before standing resolutely, a fire shining in his eyes.

"We weren't planning to leave until that Skyhook was ours anyway," He nodded to the tactical table and Garvey's small form zipped from the captain's chair console to the bootable, taking a larger holo of himself so that he could stand almost as tall as Pryce himself. Both of them looked intently at the table, with Garvey holding his chin in the crook of his hand and Pryce leaning over the table, both hands planted firmly on the edges as vessels began floating up in a 3D space.

"What've we got?"

"Looks like a few of those new Battlecruisers we heard about, half a dozen Destroyer-class ships, even got a few of your old friends there looks like. Two Marrs, two Bajulator, two of an unknown new type. Escorts frigates, corvettes, nearly half a dozen cruisers. Sensor team is looking at getting better readings on the few unknown vessels' telemetries so we can get a better idea of what we're up against. Looks like Starhawk Squadron didn't get a chance to get any solid readings, too busy pushing them back to the Skyhook." Pryce nodded understandingly. He'd given Satou a tough job. The Starhawks were no slouches when it came to ship-to-ship combat, but his squadron didn't come with any support outside of the starfighters squadrons assigned to the vessels. That he was able to push them at all was a miracle in itself and testament to how off guard they'd caught them on this assault.

"Where's the flag?"

"Unsure, but initial scans indicate its that big one with the siege cannons." As the pair spoke the ambiguous shapes floating above the table began to take more definitive shapes with small bits of data floating above each individual vessel if focused on as Garvey and the sensor teams continued updating their data. Pryce glanced at the vessel that was now highlighted and felt himself begin to grind his molars in thought. It looked nasty. Covered head to toe in ion cannons and turbolaser emplacements the thing had enough firepower to level more than a few cities on its own he wagered. As long as they stayed level or above it though it wouldn't be able to use its siege cannons on them which he felt would be crucial.

"Put a hit on those cannons. Whichever squadron wants it can pick up the mission." Garvey nodded and sent the voice clip to the nearest com officer who then relayed the orders out to the squadrons. His eyes fell on his commander, Rear Admiral D'nar. He was barking out orders to the gunner crews, and his Zygerrian tongue wasn't holding back. Good. A lot of this crew was new, they needed a firm hand for this. The first major offensive of the Galactic Alliance had begun.


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The Sith Empire, REALLY needed to make up its mind where Miko was going to be assigned. One day he's Legion, next he's a fighter pilot, now he's back in the thick of this Force forsaken frost cyclone with zero visibility. He was pretty sure one of the troopers already had frostbite from the way he was limping. He cursed the day the Sith Empire took his home but gritted his teeth and peered over the wall they were using for cover. The siege had been going for a long time, longer than anyone expected honestly, but Miko was fresh meet for the freezer. The last for a while if rumors were to be believed. He'd heard it right before his sleep shift. Muunilinst was being attacked and if they took the system then supplies would have to be rerouted from somewhere else. He didn't much enjoy the idea of dying alone on a world like this.

Oh sure, the towers and bridges probably looked wonderful in the Spring...Except they didn't. The place was locked in a perpetual Ice Age. Which meant freezing to death for some of his comrades was exactly how they were going to die. Miko grunted and ducked as a flurry of blaster fire rained on his position.

"Well," he muttered, breathing heavily inside his helmet, "At least I don't have to fight Jedi. Here we have a chance of winning, right?" He looked to his left to see the other scout he was with lying face up in the snow, a smoking scorch mark planted on his right temple. Their armor could withstand a blaster bolt or two, especially if they were glancing blows or civilian power output weapons. But a shot to the head was a shot to the head. The heat would be dispersed but the kinetic force behind the bolt would be what killed you, knocking you unconscious while your brain hemorrhages. Miko cursed loudly and stripped the soldier of his detonators and spare blaster packs. No way was Miko going out like a chump. No way-

He felt the air leave his lungs as he was flung backward off the snowdrift and onto the permecrete floor. His backpack nearly burst, sending his rations and gear all over the ice. How had they advanced so quickly? As darkness closed around his vision he just hoped that they didn't leave him out to freeze.
 
we shall all die willingly
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// AIRBORNE TASK FORCE "HELLHOUND" //
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FLANK SITH-IMPERIAL DEFENCES ON HARNAIDAN //
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HOTEL ARAD, THIRD AVENUE, HARNAIDAN; BEHIND ENEMY FRONT LINES //
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CALLSIGN: HELLHOUND-TWO //
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NIO // Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt FN-999 Sturit Goan Sturit Goan Sam Deckard Wraith Wraith
// TSE // OPEN

Preliminary intelligence reports stated that the hotzone above would be the greatest challenge in their operation, after they had airdropped down at their designated drop zones they would have it fairly easier as the brunt of the Sith-Imperials would be focused on preventing entry to the City.

They were wrong.

The city was a death's trap.

Later on, the captain found out, the memory of this massacre would haunt him forever. In the life after, and the life after that.

The boy from earlier was freed from his shakes by an accurate sniper shot, his father's cries were muffled when another sniper shot got him. Both of them now lied in an eternal embrace; together they had arrived on this hell and together they had left it.

Something stirred within Belisarius, a great need for vengeance and retribution after witnessing their deaths. An insatiable desire to murder those responsible. The monster within, his long gone mentor had called it. A primal beast each one possessed and kept at bay, locked with chains of morality and humanity.

The air crackled under both sniper shots and relentless machine guns, all coming from strategic positions in the higher levels of the buildings. Gladius Company of Task Force Hellhound were stuck on the executioner's scaffold with no way out. Young man were dying, long way from home. Where was the glory to be won?

"CAPTAIN!!" Lt. Agrippa's voice broke through the curtain of screaming soldiers and shots slicing through. Belisarius turned his attention to the Lieutenant while keeping himself tight behind makeshift cover that was quickly disappearing under the burden of endless fire from Sith-Imperial defenders. "THEY'RE JAMMING-"

"GET TO THE POINT, LIEUT--" a shot grazed his helmet and the Captain's breath nearly ceased. He ducked to the point his bones creaked under the strain.

"DELAYED ORDERS FROM HELLHOUND ACTUAL TRANSMITTING--" she was alive? or at least her communication device was. <“Captain Belisarius Belisarius do you read, I’ve gotten nothing from the Imperator, -as soon as we reach the drop zone..I want you to focus left, there’s a hotel off the third avenue a few blocks up let's utilize it’s vantage point, artillery can follow up and we push up from there.”>

He boldly glanced from his cover at the target and saw the hotel, bits of it roof had been torn down. Not artillery shells by the looks of it. Shit, he thought, they still haven't pushed enough. They terribly needed that artillery support. He remembered the ocean of corpses on the front line as they flew over it - the Imperator had been bogged down, no wonder their arty was late to the party. No plan survives first contact with the enemy. Presently, the Airborne were living on borrowed time, they needed to keep loaning it at the cost of their blood if they were to survive the arrival of the artillery support to set them back on the offensive.

"SMOKES, DOUBLE TIME TOWARDS THAT HOTEL." the Captain relayed the order through his helmet and moments later the zone was flooded with smoke grenades. After that, the quick journey to the hotel was a blur.

Half of them remained when they stormed the hotel, the soldiers of Gladius Company were brutal and remorseless at the resistance within the building. With the walls of the building keeping them off the sights of the genocidal nests of snipers and machine gunners watching the avenue and streets. The hotel was that loan they needed, it provided enough cover and defensive opportunities to entrench themselves within it. There, the Captain opened a line to the Imperator himself.

<"Lord Imperator, this is Hellhound Two."> a pause, Belisarius attempted to soften his tone but could not. <"We need the artillery support now! Holding them off can only last long enough before they encroach and slaughter us to the last man."> the communication relayed also attached a quick rundown of their current situation and their re-assessment of the Sith-Imperial's strength deep into the city. The NIO front line had to push further in, get the artys in range and the Airborne would paint their targets happily.

"Perhaps, attempt to open a line up to Commander Voi'kryt, too, Captain." the Lieutenant suggested and Belisarius leered at him for a few long seconds.

"She isn't dead?"

"We don't know, Sir. The communication from her arrived delayed due to the Sith's jamming but that also means her comms have survived, somehow."

"Very well, let's give her a sitrep."the Captain nodded and opened a line to his own CO - Legion Commander Lyra Voi'kryt. <"Hellhound Actual, this is Hellhound-Two, we have seized the designated hotel. Break. Taken heavy casualties. Break. Sith-Imperial strength twice or triple what prelim. intel suggested. Repeat. Hotel seized. Heavy Casualties. Sith-Imperial strength higher than expected.">

The Captain sighed, he doubted she was alive. Just another casualty of this insane assault aimed of relieving the bogged down New Imperials on Mygeeto. Someone might ask was it worth it? He didn't ask.

"Sir, we have received communication from one of our fallen RDAGs, they're alive! Relaying..." Lt. Agrippa called out. Men behind him shuffled around setting up defensive perimeters and taking a little breather; they needed it. <"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!">

<"RDAG Three, this is Hellhound-Two - what is your status? Repeat. What is your status"> the Captain replied to the message.

All over the hotel, the remaining troopers under Belisarius' command were setting up defenses and firing back at any clear opportunity they seized but for the main part of it - they stayed away from the sights of the Sith-Imperial defenders and diligently worked to create the hotel into a bastion that could buy enough time for the Imperator's artillery to get into range. All they needed was a small breakthrough on the front line.
 
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| Location | Mygeeto, Bridges
| Objective | Prepare Maneuver Sixty-Two Besh
Orders had come from her commander, and Ravager Batallion had been dispatched to execute their warmaster's command. Cara's hands and feet were stuck to the bridge, crawling her way along the surface of the bridge as the battle raged on, magnetically attached to the surface to keep a firm grip. However, it was extremely calm and peaceful, save for the occasional rumbling of the surface beneath her hands and feet. She'd glance up, looking to the abyss as the blizzard rolled in, catching glimpses of blaster fire being exchanged between the Sith Empire and the New Imperial Order on the bridge below.
The Dragoon commander looked back in front of her, seeing nothing but the empty bridge in front of her, burning wreckage and bodies occasionally falling off the side in her peripheral vision, turning to look over her shoulder to see a couple dozen other armored Dragoons under her command following her, keeping a low profile against the bridge as they continued along their route. They were moving at a slow pace to avoid being noticed, but it was unlikely that they would be seen given their position.
 
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Location: Muunilinst​
Objective: Distract the Emperor till uplink comms of the city goes live​
Equipment: in signature​


Allyson felt the circuits bend to her will, overriding his control over the helmet. Joy swelled within her, and she was going to finish this. She brushed his words aside; she had seen the Sith nations crumble, she watched the One Sith collapse under their egos along with the First Order. All that was left was the Sith Empire - once they were gone, people could find peace again. She had done enough damage to the helmet, the rubble shot out at her, and her saber ripped through the ones that it could; others found the otherwise of her Force and repulser enhanced fist and kicks. They came quickly, and few heavy rocks crashed into her arms, legs, and ribs. The power armor protected her from most of the attack, but it didn't stop the area from being sore. His attention moved from the helmet and onto her before she could retaliate, the Force circled her and crushed her frame. The gears of the power suit groaned as they were starting to collapse inward. Breathing became difficult, and she felt the metal of the power armor begin to cut into her flesh.​

Just as quickly as the crushing Force enveloped her, it was gone. She watched, seeing that someone had joined. The blur of a blue saber etched its way through the mask she had damaged. The Corellian fell to her knee, coughing and spitting up the blood. Old wounds resurfaced as she looked down at the ground and cursed. Pain circulated through her body as she did her best to try and block the pain from Ryv. He was so far from her, she couldn't protect him as she wanted, but this was what she could do for him. She didn't want him to feel her pain, but she knew she was foolish to believe that he would be unaffected. Their bond was unlike anything, and it was something deeper, something more connected than the Force.​

Seeing who had arrived, she smiled and felt ease despite the pain of the tight armor crushed against her. "Wyatt!" Her voice strained in pain, Allyson was happy to see the Grandmaster, and she was thankful to have him with her. As much as she wanted to believe that she could defeat Carnifex, she knew she needed help. Breathing hurt, but as she gathered herself, she watched as the Dark Lord removed the destroyed armor, his face didn't match the one that haunted her dreams. Did he die, and this was his successor? No, she recognized the sheer power of his presence. Blinking, she was in disbelief as to why he looked no older than she did.​

At that moment, he had chosen his opponent. Allyson looked to Wyatt and knew the man could handle the angry Lord, but still, she needed to make sure he wasn't overtaken. The dark side was a threat, and there were no taking shortcuts in dealing with it. Her saber found its place on her holster, and she drew the energy bow. Bringing the first arrow, she fired it towards the backside of the Sith Emperor. The repurposed dowels of a blaster shot forward. They were full, and upon impact would explode. Allyson didn't have time to wait to see what he did; she had a mission to complete.​

Knowing that she didn't have much time to move, she did her best to make it back into the safe house. Using the Force, she pushed aside the rubble and began to dig. Fingers bled as she moved rock and debris to find the protected datapad. She began to input the final code to tether the scanners and unlock the network for the stormtroopers to be able to enter the city. The tablet showed green, and the girl quickly radioed the rest.​

"Eyes in the sky live! Eyes in the sky live!" She celebrated and moved to join Wyatt in the fight with Carnifex.​
 
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Muunilinst // Harnaidan // JTSP
Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt // Galactic Alliance Rangers - Raider Squadron // Ellie Mors Ellie Mors
Girl, you got the chops


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Time stretched between instantaneous and eternal from the takeoff to the final arrival above the drop zone. Each moment spent in the dropship, gripping the overhead handhold, was a balance of precious and focused. Ruminating too long on the present, and taking it for the heightened importance served to make her feel mortal. An unhelpful realization to cultivate right before diving into the foray below.

When the light of the dropship bathed those inside in a ruby glow, she focused her sights on the Concordian across from her. Any emote that would have been evidenced was concealed beneath the armoured mask he wore. It was only the angle of his posture that tipped her off to any sort of eye contact or look, and she gave a tight-lipped nod. A reserved expression despite the emotions that bubbled beneath it. These moments suspended in anticipation never got easier. Especially when they were outside the comfort of her typical T-65 cockpit. There had to be a focus on the outcome of the upcoming dive, one banked on hope and trust.

On the final cue for a gear check, the nanoparticles of her suit activated to construct a helmet. Meanwhile, the skies outside the assault transport were hidden, though she could sense the erratic energies from both sides. Cacophonous sounds of explosives added to the expectation of what they’d see when the doors finally slid open. Loske set her comlink to the war channel, to get a sense on how their forces were on the other side of enemy lines. <"Private Bramble, Operational Code 241252, Dorn-2 squad. We were shot down, heavy casualties. heavy injuries. Command's dead..."> She quickly turned it off, and back to the focused channel shared amongst the twelve roof walkers. In the seconds it took to change inputs, all she could hear was the sound of her own breath. It was heavier than she’d expected, and she took a pause to steady herself before the fiery red turned green for go. Someone to her left, affectionately known as Fiddle, knuckled her shoulder in succession to the rest of the group before they peeled out the doors to the city below. The kiffar girl returned the gesture with just enough time to maneuver forward and free fall to the designated zone. For a few seconds, the wind pressure threatened to suck her into oblivion - but she fought against it’s pressure with no modicum of effort and eventually triumphed in the contest to get to the roof with a two-foot entry. The neurolinked repulsors definitely helped in the grace department.

The roof didn’t stay as a solid ground for long, and the team quickly went to work under the careful instruction of The Concordian. Who, in this moment, Loske could only regard as the squadron’s leader. Her focus was tightly honed in on the upcoming pivotal seconds, and during the countdown, did her best to search for a sense of what was to come.

The Force extended from the young Jedi. One hundred and thirteen times a second it reached out; fully aware of the echoes of the dead and the shouts of the living, and the consciousness bound within them. It knew people were dying, and going to die, but it's consciousness only manifested in the comprehension of the girl that was wielding it. She was aware of what it was feeding back to her, and while her senses were somewhat unrefined, she was parsing the information to see what was useful versus not. The Force was constantly feeding information of life and death, of history, present and glimpses of the future. The balance in dichotomies. Loske established the basic awareness of herself relative to the group she was travelling with; anything outside of that would send a protective warning for her to react to. Ah! Something. It rooted out something and fed back a discovery that balanced between familiar and unknown. Familiar why? Familiar how? Unknown was expected - as much as the intel could gather, to know everything was a clairvoyance nobody was able to attain this day.

It wasn’t until the grenades were tossed ahead of the soldiers that a correlation was made. Familiar from an encounter before, the distant influence over The Force wasn’t incredibly resonating to her, but it had a similar faint imprint. Enough for her to try and trace back to it’s point of origin, and in a moment of alarmed realization she looked over to the Jedi leading the charge, who in the moment was igniting his blade and jumping into the newly blasted entrance. Loske clenched her teeth in reaction to the newfound knowledge. It had been too late that she realized the signature awaiting them below traced back to the death that haunted the fringes of his mind. A deeper need to protect and warn stirred within her, and the complexity of this straightforward take-over-the-outpost multiplied.

Once more into the breach. She sprinted forward and off the edge of the chasm, tightly tucking in on herself and landing with a sweeping motion that would have made her joints groan if the Force wasn’t such a usefully employed ally. The assessment of the room was brief. A skeleton crew that staggered and blasted against their better judgement, especially those who had their senses compromised by the grenades.
Fiddler and his brothers-in-arms were quick to light the place up with emerald beams that charred up the walls, and created smoking holes in the bodies of guards. Aghast cries and gasps rang out as some shots connected on either side. Their squadron dropped to eleven, the soldiers in the room also dropped in numbers - the advantage of coming in from the higher ground on their side. They were able to shoot the entire way down, sniping some of those who waited on the overhead ledges - their bodies tumbling over the railings into the fray below with unceremonious splats.

Her first reaction was not to unsheath her weapon, instead sending concentrated telekinetic pulses out to knock marksmen out of the immediate zone and give her team more space to make their shots. She wasn’t unarmed for much longer, and quickly snapped her hilt to her hand to create a whirlwind of gold that deflected the barrage that came from all angles, buying her the time to plant a foot and snap into an aerial lunge that took her overhead one of the shooters. The first strike cut through the barrel of the weapon, and when she landed behind him, the second through the chest. The unnamed sith supporter collapsed without a word, only adding to the count from the rest of the team. That flurry of light continued, redirecting the deadly beams meant for her head, chest, or whatever target zones they were firing at. They bounced from her blades in tight control back to their origin, some striking true in shoulders, stomachs and thighs and others a little wilder with less success.

The rangers were efficient, and made short work to secure the main floor. Some of the bolder technicians reached to defend themselves, firing random shots that were quickly silenced by the rebuttal of the ranger’s blasters. Those that were more inclined to keep performing their day job, or see the fruitlessness of their efforts, dropped to their knees as a white flag gesture. The smoking heaps of former soldiers confirmed their lack of protection -- still, a fear burned within their trembling bodies. A fear that wasn't a result of The Alliance or NIO's presence here.

“Captain!” A ranger - Jambo - beckoned to declare the security of the room while others fanned out to check corners and behind obstacles, making sure this was indeed something they could claim as secure. Some did scans, the more technically inclined positioned themselves over the comlink panels.

Blue forced a crispness she didn’t feel into her voice as she tried to shunt aside the trepidation she felt on her peripheral, not for her sake. For May’s.

“This isn’t secure.” Her helmet receded to show the conviction in her face as she glanced around at the efforts to create a positive report. “There’s someone powerful waiting for us.” She hesitated, unsure how much of the execrable permeation he could detect on his own accord. It was a source too overwhelming to send the soldiers, and too much for one of them to try and best. "Again. Together."

Because her helmet was withdrawn, she missed the indicative glow of her HUD. One the rest of the soldiers received courtesy of Allyson Locke Allyson Locke ’s slicing mastery.

“Ah!” Someone chimed - Saw - while she pulled up a holographic of the building, recently accessible from the unlocked city archives. It was taller than it was wide. “This is the main operations room,” she spoke hurriedly, while a rogue shot fired overhead. A red streak of plasma that resulted in a harsh sound of someone, the shooter, being permanently silenced by one of their own. Loske winced. “But there are other strategic spaces.” The ranger’s gloved hand pointed to the left of the narrow building, and the bottom.

Loske squinted, as if she expected to see an ant-sized manifestation of the individual she was sensing. No such luck. This was only a holo of schematics.
 
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> OBJECTIVE : Harnaidan
> THEMATIC : 10,000 Feet
> KIT : Tenebrae Armor / Streiter Vibroblade / BR-212-'Jackal' ACR / BH 'Durin' Charric Blaster Pistol / KXA AFVG-01x 'Void' Grenade / Basic Light Saber / Genesis Ranging Company /
> Focus : Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar Belisarius Belisarius Ursula Vizla Ursula Vizla Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal
> Allies : FN-999 Konrad Bolter Konrad Bolter Wraith Wraith Sam Deckard Sturit Goan Sturit Goan Kardev Byrric Kardev Byrric





72 Hours Ago..
Nirauan, NIO Military Base..

“Hi mom..” Lyra smiled at the com recorder, something border sardonic hid behind the expression. A strain behind every muscle, the light refusing to reach her eyes. She realized her water container was in view, narrowing her eyes at the nightstand through the playback.

She turned around and plucked it up, setting it on the floor out of sight.

“I know I haven’t..well comm’d in a while…” she continued, turning back but her eyes darting off. Staring anywhere but the lens on the camera. One hand reached up to dig into her hair, planting her elbow on the edge of the desk. “I know you’re probably confused..”

Silence fell on her tongue and she just didn't know what to say. In the silence, the recorder skipped, asking if she wanted to re-record the message. Annoyance escaped in the form of a huff. Her eyes searched her own in the frozen still, sighing and tapping her fist on the desk. Lyra weighed her options, the slight of hand disturbing the reports and stylus haphazardly laying about. Reaching over she tapped away on the cerulean screen, the screen hot to the touch.

She had been trying to record the blasted message for the better part of an hour. Muttering under her breath a simple ‘okay’ she leaned back as the counter ticked down. Starting again with a more convincing smile.

“Hi mom..I know you won’t receive this possibly ever. Fuck that sounds horrible, that won’t work.”

Her voice echoed through her quarters, slapping her back in the face. It was pathetic. Lyra tapped away at the recorder a bit more aggressively, thoughts running rampant. Embarrassment eating away at her and the craving for some sort of closure, some measure of comfort. She imagined the woman in her mind, Lyra didn’t even look like the woman. Her mother had always been soft around the edges, and she remembered just..warmth.

“Hi mom, I hope you’re doing okay. I know the warning I left you was vague, but I hope you and dad haven’t been put out. I uh left….and I don’t even know if you’d be angry at me right now...I really hope you aren’t,” Lyra said in one breath, words dwindling caught up in the thought.

Purposely opposing them at sixteen had been one thing, but disappointing-being reviled in their eyes. That was a harder pill to swallow.

“It's hard to justify why..I mean I still don’t know why either,” Lyra said, tossing a hand up, staring at the recorder. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes stinging. It didn't matter how many times to reassure herself, the tears began to build at the rims of her eyes..distress lacing her voice. “I bet it was bad for business, I am sorry if..dad’s not handling it well...I know it’s been almost a year since we last spoke...I know I fucked up and I am sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that and it’s taken me ten years to say... But uh, I have an associate..er more like a friend who will get this to you if things don’t go well-”

Lyra shook her head suddenly, head dropping as she tapped insistently at the screen to pause it, jaw flexing as she struggled to breath through the sudden panic that bubbled in her chest; tears..spilling down her cheeks. She hiccuped, pressing her palms into the sockets of her eyes to hide. She didn’t particularly want to die, and it was horrible to even talk about the possibility of it.

Lyra would just have to edit the recording before she considered sending it off. The administration staff, Rego, he was nice enough. If he knew the severity of this message, he’d understand and find a way to get it back home for her. The base was in an uproar, preparing and this one thing could be easily slipped under the table.

There was an ache that stretched her neck to the back of her skull and dropped her hands to dig her fingers into her scalp. She hadn’t slept yet, stripped down to her basics having meant to lay down in her cot hours ago. It had been like this for the last three months, looking at another late night but this one thing..Lyra needed to try for her parents or she was going to go very well insane before the end of it.

It had been like clock work, organizing and assigning men to stations. There was the weapons check, engines check, then the munitions and she had forgotten to follow up on the field medic’s requisition. She dropped everything to make a note on it, the table lamp’s glow hurting her eyes. They were probably bloodshot still. When she was done, she set an alarm to remind herself before she turned the damned lamp off and set the data pad aside.

She couldn’t focus, and she set herself on adjusting the camera’s recording vision. The work kept her distracted, sometimes. Lyra knew deep down it was going to be ugly, what invasion wasn’t though? Opposing the Sith, still grappling with the identity herself but she was too tired for that go around. The wait was perhaps the worst, she was left in these dark quiet moments with her anxiety to curb.

Lyra had calmed down just enough and started the recording back up.

“You know what I did, and now I am being deployed..it’ll be a hotzone. I know-,” she uttered, raising her hands to grasp at the air before her. Trying to form reason into something tangible, as if to show them it mattered-it wasn’t a mistake defecting. “I am scared.”

“I know it’s absolutely insane trying to strike back at the Empire, but I have a duty now to this..mission.. Ugh..You know the worst part is, I don’t think I care about every little horrible thing they did..If I did, the guilt would just kill me. I just know now..well there is a target on a lot of good peoples backs that I know. So I have to fight for them..because I can’t do anything less-but they’re all likely going to die. But fuck everyone else I guess?”

“I know you probably don’t want to hear that, but..I have no one else I can talk to here..”


Amongst the twelfth army, the administrative staff, aboard the Epitaph, and even here on..this god awful planet Nirauan. She was just tired and bitter. The place wasn’t even bad, she just didn’t know anyone here. It was green, just like she always hoped for but it was like a terrible consolation prize.

Give up your whole career and go out on a limb and she was sitting here and twenty three hundred crying, congratulations. Lyra had this conversation behind closed doors with Appw’rii. She had listened to every word the Captain had to say, and Lyra couldn’t say a word back, even if she did agree. Her place in the command, there was just things you could not do. Live and die by the creed. Lyra bit her lip as she realized, she had said her peace but there was still something..

“I’ve just been..well I found a man. Surprise? I guess I just never bothered to mention him. You totally would not think he’s my type…,” Lyra couldn’t look the camera in the eye anymore. Propping her chin up with a hand as she swiped away as the hot tears began anew. “I did this for him..because I think it was the only thing that made sense.”

“I said fuck everything for him and he’s not a good person, well he is but-hes not the same person I thought he was. He’s sick..he needs help. I don't know him now, not anymore I guess. He told me it was over maybe three hours ago? He’s such a.. Maker I am sorry I can’t talk about really anything else, I don’t have anything else I could say..”

“I feel so utterly alone right now. “

“-Because he couldn’t get help, and that he’s like this. I don’t know how to handle it, I can’t help him..because I can’t really help myself.”


The drinking had got out of hand almost, if Appw’rii hadn’t caught her..

“I wish I could come home, I miss Bescane so badly. I think you’d be proud of me, of us. The Bescaney Beasts, we’re the best.”

Her laugh was choked and strangled.

“If these are the last words I get to say to you, I love you so much.”

The Commander ended the recording before it caught her slumping over sobbing.

Present Day..
Hour Zero and counting..


..<“Inbound Squadron, this is Hellhound Actual. Continue to rendezvous,">..

The moment the comm link cut, Lyra realized it may very well have been the only sign she was still alive. Lyra wasn’t even sure communications were working but she had no strength to test, to think, or act. Air escaped her lungs in one fell woosh. Unfeeling, a hollow and an aching scream came crawling out her throat. The kind that made your teeth ache. No one could hear her here, and she shouted until her voice gave out until the last note was her rage alone. She was staring down the rapidly approaching city, passing skyscrapers. The jetpack hissed and sputtered as she cut through the air like a bird in flight.

Artillery fire exploding around, ruble and fire raining down below. The wind encasing her as she plummeted down, the wreckage of RDAG One had been dashed across one tower. Gone in one final explosion before all the lives on board were snuffed out. She had felt it. Never again was a disgusting lie. When her voice finally gave out, hoarse and unable to give any more. Lyra sucked in several deep breaths to make up for the abuse, the A.I listing her at six hundred meters and dropping. She studied the declining numbers, her eyes narrowing slowly. They were gone and she was here.

Though she had lost sight of her men, she was still beholden to responsibilities. It was time to go to work.



..<"All squ-....- RDAG Thr….-. I'm pinn-..., some-.......-ny of us-...-e need assist-...">...

The crackle buzzing over the audio receptor was beginning to annoy her and she twitched her head as if that’d help. The link was not going through, oh- those bastards were jamming their communications. It had to be powerful enough to project at this range. Reaching to her shoulder, she pulled on the strap to her rifle; bringing it to sight ahead of her. The city below was a wasp’s nest and they had kicked it right in. There would be no way of telling where the disruptor was stationed. Blaster fire whizzed through the air and Lyra flinched behind the screen as she veered out of the way. The red beam cutting close, she was getting sick of being shot. Somewhere along the rooftops, the pockets of sith forces were stationed to ambush them. Her head swiveled trying to pick out anything out, holding her fire. A single shot could not be wasted.

Four hundred meters flashed across the HUD. Patting down her belt, she pulled the smoke canister off. She had done stupider things and the Commander cracked it open, blue smoke proliferating from the canister. Her boys would understand. It was her little hello to the invasion, and a massive target to place on them. Lyra chucked the grenade watching it spin out toward the lower dwellings below.

It didn’t matter who picked up but she blurred the comms.

<”Blue smoke, blue smoke, break, north, north”>

<”Cor-...-Simo-..”>

The transmission cut out, it could just be her braving the streets alone. It'd be a death sentence. Panic threatened to double over any effort to focus and she adjusted the comm link.

<”Hellhound Actual to Genesis Company do you read? Blue smoke, breath, north...”>

<”Genesis Tw-.....-behin-...-down down-...”> the voice filtered through, and the woman recognised the voice.

Craning her head she looked back, the A.I locked on the black spot amidst the hellish streets behind her, it was Appw’rii. She rocked back, activating the thrusters on her boots as she slowed her decent, pop shots going off and the woman dodged haphazardly amidst the aerial maneuver. Things were going to get hot real quick here.

Lyra didn’t dare hit the ground head on and coasted between the complexes, grinding her teeth as she finally let herself drop in atop a pile of rubble from the nearby-once building. Boots scraped and she all but fell into the rubble. First rule of the jump, don’t hit the center road. She laid there amongst the cement and steel, staring up at the red skies for a long minute. Dragging herself up to her feet, training the rifle on the mouth of the alleyway.

<”Hellhound Actual to Genesis Two, do you read?”>

<”I hear you-..-a block back-..-”> Appw’rii’s voice was chopped up but it was better than nothing.

Rolling her shoulder Lyra referenced the scanner on her wrist, and she planted her knee in the dirt before she dared move. Echos of blaster fire sounded off, and Lyra reached under the flak poncho, checking for the gifted weapon.


..“Just in case.”...

The Sith Lord had almost sounded concerned. It was revolting, hypocrisy. Her HUD flickered several times before red dots began to cluster on the map. Startled, they had..a real damn map now. Who ever had managed that, maker be damned( Allyson Locke Allyson Locke ). Staring at the abandoned street, durasteel and rubble seemed to of been the Sith engineer’s preferred poison, that and land mines.

Scrambling back up the rubble, Lyra stared into a gap in the side of the once business or public’s place. Sliding down the pile, rocks trailed down after her disturbing the silence. It was better than being a sitting duck, and she disappeared inside for some better cover. The enemy signals could very well be a floor above her and she creeped along, gauging every door and opening. There were office supplies strewn across the floors and the place looked like it had been raided. The main hall long and the woman kept her head low hugging the side, the reflective camouflage adjusting to the dim surroundings.


..<"-..ivate Bramble, Operat-....- Dorn-..-ad-...-shot down, heavy casua-...-s dead...">..

The Commander made a face to herself as she turned the corner of the hall, ventilators hissing on her helmet as she pressed up. Bramble..? There was a fire and she could faintly smell the smoke, another blaster shot echoed and Lyra froze. Dorn..Dorn squad? They had been placed on RDAG Three..no wait that was wrong. The HUD displayed two other separate RDAGs down. There were survivors from that? The comms were a mess and Lyra cursed under her breath. It didn't matter they needed help. Something had been watching over those soldiers, all of them. A fire renewed itself in her gut. They had to reach them Lyra pushed up through the halls as nothing moved on her active map. There had to be a better frequency to make the call.

Picking up her pace, Genesis knew where she was and was going to push her luck. Maneuvering through the dark halls, there was a brief pause the building shook from impact, another wave of artillery surely. It was a maddening maze until she reached the far end of the building, searching along until she found a street access. Stepping out with her scope up, Lyra watched the roof tops as she slinked down amidst the trash.

<”Hellhound Actual to Genesis Two, read.”>

<”There we are, we’ve got your beacon. Sit tight, Bird Dogs are flushing out legionnaires in the white building. Repeat, enemy team, white building.”>

There was a localized explosion, dust shooting up from the roof top just down the road to her right. Lyra halted, waiting as gun fire echoed and shots ricocheted down the street, leaving scorching black marks. More fuel for the fire. Behind the ground side after the perilous flight was catching up with her.

<”Got it Genesis Two, what street did we land on? How far are we stretched out?”>

<”We’re on Sixth Avenue, and Evil Eyes is another street over..Most of Genny Boys are gone..”> Appw’rii sighed, <”blue smokes gonna draw the eye..”>

<”It’ll be like Folende, just roll with it. Stand by Genesis Two, we have distress calls.”> Lyra said, shaking her head to herself; she could not afford distraction. Every minute she hesitated, another life paid for it. <”Hellhound Actual to Private Brambles ( Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal ), do you read? Can you see the blue smoke? We're just north, check the map. We got sights now.”>

Pushing up, Lyra positioned herself at the corner of the stone wall looking out over the throes of the siege stacked road. Artillery would have a queen of a time getting through here and she made note on it. Glancing back down the road, she couldn’t see any of her boys at first glance. It made her antsy but she trusted Appw’rii and didn’t dare step out. Blaster fire poured out the complex two down from her, the HUD picking out the form of a trooper behind an overturned Speeder. Swiveling her head back north, she looked up the avenue. Checking along the sloped roofs and busted windows, this really wasn’t the place they wanted to be.


..<"Hellhound Actual, this is Hellhound-Tw-.....-ignated hote-...-sualties. Break. Sith-Imperial strength twice-...-seized. Heavy Casualties. Sith-Imperial strength higher than expected.">..

The comms roared to life, the relay questionable. The A.I expanded upon the map and Lyra tried to gauge the distance from them to the hotel..It was far, even if it was three blocks away. The Squadron, or at least part of it had made it to drop;that was something to celebrate. Chewing on her lip she checked on the boys in the street, one trooper falling to smoking shot through the head. Their body hit the cement and her stomach flipped. Turning her head away, the platoon was trading fire openly. Their markers rushing the cluster of red, more blaster fire opened up from the north and Lyra pushed herself back into the alley. Weary. They were going to have to make this quick, they needed to consolidate-they only had themselves out here.

<”Alor Vizla ( Ursula Vizla Ursula Vizla ) do you read, this is Voi’kryt. Lock on to Captain Belisarius Belisarius position and give them some cover, get your mandos up on those roof tops and give ‘em hell”>
 
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Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard
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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
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And finally the enemies showed up in the streets, at the same time she felt the disturbance in the Force. Strong dark side and light side disturbance. Because she saw and felt the Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex , the Sith Emperor’s might/power before, she recognised him via the Force. The Emperor was nearby, and maybe he fought someone else, with Jedi. If he gets into a fight, his opponent could be worthy. Ingrid knows she didn’t do anything there, so she can’t try to find where they are. The woman only would have just held them back. They can even kill her without noticing her presence; she was not in a category with them.

As she reached out to the Force, she felt other Force users too, maybe she still can’t sense everyone in the city, but several blocks away the woman was already able to do it. That was a help too. And if she can sense them, they can sense her too. That is why she reached out to the Force again, and she hides her presence in the Force. Not just her presence, but she used the Force cloak too to disappear from everyone’s eyes, even the scanners and droids too. For safety's sake she activated her stealth field generator too. As soon as she was done with all this, she walked to the edge of the roof to look around down the street again.

She saw the marching armies, not just the NIO’s armies, but the defending TSE’s soldiers as well. She uses her sniper's binoculars to see the streets better and accurately assess the forces. She gathered this data to her datapad and holoprojector too, as soon as she recorded these along with her own position, she sent them to the high command. She hoped they could use these data to the defending. With her binoculars she was looking for an opponent, a target for herself. She didn't want to reveal herself yet, or that there was a sniper on any of the roofs. She was patient.

Ingrid waits for the enemy to arrive in the right position, from where it will be difficult to retreat. When they arrive at that point, which will be the perfect time for her to join the fight. She remembered an old saying or song, what her parents told her when she was a child:
” It’s the nature of time that the old ways must give in
It’s the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin
When the new meets the old it always ends the ancient ways
And as history told the old ways go out in a blaze”

But not this time, this time the old ways, the Sith Empire will win this war, and the New Imperial Order will crawl home as a losing faction.

She pulled the trigger…

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Location: SIBC Vault Tower (SIBC-VT), Southern Mesa, Mygeeto
Objective: Battle in the Frost Cyclone
Kit: Skystas Rieve iv Tave Daboti Dvasi | SI-HB-2 Power Mace w/ AvXRD Melee Weapon Assist | SIF-57 Personal Sidearm | Sith-Imperial Military Uniform
Allies: Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe | Darth Argentum Darth Argentum | Obinmiux R'avfa Obinmiux R'avfa | TSE
Enemies: Gat Tambor Gat Tambor | Avernus Avernus | NIO
Post: II


“Little to report Moff,” announced one of the operations officers. “Probe droids have detected nil movement throughout the night. Storms gettin’ worst though.” Aerarii nodded absentmindedly as he looked around the command post. “Ahh,” he said with a snap of the fingers as he spotted an upturned supply crate. Noisily he dragged the seat over to the central holo terminal, the durasteel crate screeching against the reinforced floor of the vault as it left slight gouge marks. Once happy with the placement of his new makeshift seat he didn’t drop down onto it so much as collapse while everyone else remained standing at their posts.

Some of the operations staff gave him a look he was well familiar with - one that said ‘hey why is this guy even here?’. To which Aerarii did not have a good reply, and instead focused his attention of the projector as it mapped the current positions of all Sith-Imperial forces dug in around the SIBC vault tower.

Tithe’s comlink beeped to inform him of an incoming message, which he promptly accepted. Grand Moff Lowe, the governor of Oversector I which included Aerarii’s own Sector Group II, announced that the New Imperial Order was making a move against the Vault Towers. The bureaucrat looked at the latest battlefield surveillance report - there was no indication that the enemy was mobilising. “I must profess that we haven’t had any adumbration that…”

Alarms began ringing out through the command centre as sensors, sentries and probe droids detected the approaching NIO forces. Tacticians hurried between their stations as they updated their charts while comms specialists relayed the latest intelligence to the commanders in the field.

“…that we’re going to get out of this conundrum so easily.”

Maro Dansk approached the Moff and enquired about the attack. “I’m afraid the enemy are hastening toward us,” Tithe replied as he removed his spectacles to rub his tired eyes. It spoke volumes to the Muun’s loyalty that he was here on Mygeeto rather than aiding in the defence of his home planet. Or was it that the vaults on Mygeeto ran deeper than any in the Empire? “Their propensity for bloodshed knows no bounds.”

Tithe examined the tactical display as it updated with the latest combat manouvers. Lady Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf and her 173rd Legion, the Black Talons, were valiantly defending Bridge One from the NIO onslaught together with Moff Lirka Ka Lirka Ka . The recently arrived Darth Kados was leading the defences on Bridge Two alongside Knights Amur and Jyon Hlervu Jyon Hlervu against overwhelming odds. The enigmatic Apprentice Lark Lark was out hunting with his Sithspawn, making short work of any NIO patrols he encountered. All around the perimeter of the SIBC Vault Tower, battle hardened Legionnaires such as Miko Evans were making the NIO pay for every inch with blood.

Aerarii did not proclaim to be a tactician - he was a bureaucrat and an economist. He could no sooner lead a platoon into battle than he could call upon the Force. But he had not risen to his station - and survived - without a natural ability to plan ahead.

“Have the bridges been laced with seismic charges?” he asked. The two structures represented the only passage between the Sith and NIO positions. If the battle field could be considered a supply chain, the bridges represented a clear bottleneck. “Were we able to raze them it would put our enemy in quite the quandary.”
 
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Grand Moff Madelyn Lowe
Location: SIBC Headquarters (SIBC-VT), VAULT COMPLEX, Southern Mesas, Mygeeto
Allies: TSE - Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum Darth Argentum Obinmiux R'avfa Obinmiux R'avfa | Jyon Hlervu Jyon Hlervu | Amur | Lark Lark | Darth Kados | Lirka Ka Lirka Ka | Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia | Miko Evans
Enemies: NIO - Imperial Warlord Zovesa Imperial Warlord Zovesa | Vaulkhar Vaulkhar | Darth Bellum Darth Bellum | Darth Kentarch Darth Kentarch | Avernus Avernus | Gat Tambor Gat Tambor | Jekadius Lawson Jekadius Lawson | Ignatius Ignatius | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Cara Dalgas Cara Dalgas
Objective: Coordinate the sector defence, repel the NIO attack.


With a hiss, the turbolift doors slid open, and Madelyn stepped into the underground complex, allowing the Legion patrol to hurry past her, taking their positions back at the line of sandbags a few metres from the turbolift doors. Back from the surface, they settled into their position on the guns, watching the doors or else checking their equipment. The relaxed, bored mood of before was gone. Each of the soldiers was painfully aware that a thin, stretched front of Sith-Imperials was keeping the bulk of the New Imperial Army at bay, and that squads of scouts and infiltrators were already well behind the siege lines, moving under the cover of the blizzard.


Leaning heavily against the curving duracrete tunnel wall, Madelyn ran a hand through her blonde curls, dismayed to find her hand came back coated in ash and grit. She stared at the spotted, rough-hewn floor, ruminating for a few moments. The New Imperial Order's siege had become increasingly messy as they met and clashed with Sith resistance. Both forces had been dashing themselves against the rocks for weeks now, and with so many skirmishes, offensives, and counterattacks, both sides had been dragged together and muddled up. By this point, the siege lines were confusing, blurred, and in places, nonexistent. She had tried to shore up their defensive line, but a costly battle a few klicks north of the SIBC complex had forced the 12th division backwards and stretched them near to breaking point. The arrival of Raaf's 137th Legion was welcome, but Madelyn couldn't say how long their lines would hold. Another day, a few hours?

Now, NIO was pushing again. The morning's intelligence had identified The Order's Marshal Zovesa and General Vexen, both present on the ground and directing their forces. While Madelyn had some confidence that their own Sith assets would keep them busy, the presence of the leaders indicated the approach of a major attack. It made sense, the push across the bridges had ground to a halt, and both forces were wearing thin. Whatever the result, the coming offensive would make or break the siege.

A voice chimed inside her head like a clear, cold bell, breaking Madelyn from her reverie and causing her to spin around, her wide-eyed expression falling on the sleek form of Obinmiux R'avfa Obinmiux R'avfa , a strange-looking Sith, and no doubt the one assigned for her protection, her confusion and annoyance preventing any more than a brief consideration of his question. She held up a hand for him to stop where he was, and shot the figure an icy glare.


"Apprentice R'avfa, I read your file. I'll tolerate your... Idiosyncratic method of communication, so long as you do your job. Come. I'll introduce you to the rest of the team."

She gestured for the Sith to follow, sidling past the sandbags and striding down the long, frigid, corridor. After a minute or so's walk, the pair came up to a heavy blast door, with Madelyn keying in a quick combination to open the thick quadanium steel portal. On the other side, the rough-cut tunnel gave way to a smoother, reinforced stone floor, and the well-lit passage on the other side radiated heat from overhead ventilators. Rubbing her hands together to warm them, Madelyn continued forward, following a familiar path through the network of tunnels. As she walked, her holocommunicator chirped again, and she answered it promptly, listening to Tithes response with a raised eyebrow.


<: "Very well. I'm heading to the Command Centre. We need to take measures in case this push breaks through. The bridges won't hold forever." :>

Seemingly sliding out of the shadows, a severe woman in a black military uniform devoid of insignia fell into step beside them, the woman ignoring Obinmiux in favour of the Grand Moff, whom she addressed plainly and without reverence.


"Governor Lowe." She said simply, looking the woman up and down.

Madelyn gave the new arrival a nod and craned her neck to look towards her bodyguard.

"This is Agent Yves, she's something of a right-hand-woman. You are to follow her orders as if they're my own. Understood?"

As she finished speaking, the group rounded the corner, arriving at a room deep within the Vaults facility, the Command Centre. It had been the heart of the defence operation for the last several weeks, since the loss of the previous HQ in the initial days of the siege. Inside, military officers, intelligence personnel and bureaucrats fought for space and resources, hovering over maps, displays, and comms terminals in a frenzy of activity.


"Come now," said Madelyn, waving for her guards to follow and stepping into the fray, immediately spotting Darth Argentum Darth Argentum and Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe and making a beeline for them.
 

Miko Evans

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Location: 173rd Legion Forward Command Post ---> Edge of Sith Held Bridge One
Allies "Nearby": Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf
Enemies: Imperial Warlord Zovesa Imperial Warlord Zovesa

The sound of pounding footsteps echoed in his ears along with a muffled cacophony of urgent voices. He'd been left for dead by whatever NIO unit had jumped him and his spotter, but apparently they hadn't pushed forward on that position. He'd been rescued and a large kolcta geltab bandage was wrapped around his bare torso. The field medic had cut straight through his bodysuit with a laser cutter, he could tell from the smell and the melted cuts that went down the length of his chest. He groaned as the light flooded his vision nearly blinding him.

"You took quite the hit from that blaster. Lucky we found you," a Sith Imperial medic stood over him with his nurse. "They want you back out there soon son. Told me they've got new kit waiting for you. You're headed right back out to the front. Don't ask me which though, I'm just here to slap the kolcta on or toss you in a bacta tank." Great. Why couldn't he just...Die or be captured like that time on Metalorn when he'd been shot down with his Squadron leader Nica Dakkar. He wondered what she was doing right now. Probably something more fun than getting shot in the chest and thrown back out into the freezing no man's land of a siege.

"Right..." He muttered all enthusiasm absent from his tone of voice. The familiar smell of a heated "grade A" Sith Imperial Rations pack wafted over his nose and he felt his stomach turn and looked down at the nightstand next to him. He stared at the food for a minute then back up at the medic with a dejected look. Nutrient packed and ready for consumption hot or cold Sith Ration packs were about what you expected from any military food, but worse. because it was made from the dubious KalCo Cattle plants. PR said it was just food, but there were rumors... just shrugged.

"At least its the "bantha steak" and not the tubers," he said before turning away.

"I'd rather have the tubers..." he muttered as he poked the steak. After downing the food as quickly and thoughtlessly as possible he'd slipped into a new set of armor and was on the next gunship out to the front. The storm was still screaming and visibility, well visibility had gotten only marginally better which was to say, everything still looked like someone had dropped a white blanket over your face. Most of the troopers in the gunship's jump seats were wearing their buckets. Miko and two others still hadn't and were cradling them between their thighs right on top of the but of their rifles. One of the troopers knocked elbows with Miko trying to get his attention.

"Hey," he said, his voice garbled over the helmet's annunciators, "I heard you got shot. Did it hurt?" Miko looked the kid up and down. It was a stupid question, and one that another trooper snickered at but Miko couldn't blame the kid. He sounded like he couldn't be much older than nineteen. The gunship rumbled in the storm, giving them all a jolt in their jump seats. The others were quiet, looking into their laps or at the walls. Some were tapping their feet or nervously bouncing their knee. This kid was green. Green as could be and he was probably going to die here on this planet like so many others already had. 'Like I probably will,' he thought with some regret. He shifted the rifle between nervously and sighed before leaning his head back on the bulkhead.

"Yeah." Miko said grimly as the gunship began its decent

"Alright, let's get a move on," came the shout from the ranking officer in the troop cabin. "We drop, clear and move on to rendevous alpha. Buckets on!" Miko looked down at his helmet before slipping it on, its seal snapping and hissing.

"It hurt Like karking hell."
 

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// Buckethead - 7empest //
// Muunilist, Harnaidan //
// Objective //
Survive
// New Imperial Storm Armor Mk. IV | REC-RCG/01 'Reaper' - Pattern Particle Beam Chainblaster //
// New Imperial Order // Wraith Wraith // Belisarius Belisarius // Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar // Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt // Sturit Goan Sturit Goan // Ravraa Vyshraal Ravraa Vyshraal // FN-999 // Stromtrooper Corps
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Swayin' To The Symphony //

Sam smacked his helmet frantically, trying to correct the hud display. The constant fluttering of both visual and auditory static made it nearly impossible to hear Wraith as he yelled at Sam to call an evac. The scrambled voices from his helmet became almost indistinguishable from the sounds of carnage outside of it. Almost melding together in a composed symphony of impending doom.

The sudden kicking up of rubble and ash in front of him broke through the dissonance. Malignant red streaks of hot death rapping into the ground in before him. A rapid slithering of life-ending ordinance crawling up the wreckage right towards him. Instinct kicked in again as he stumbled quickly to his right and out of the path of his demise.

A low-profiled half-sprint through the wreckage saw him only nearly avoid fire from several directions. The pain that shot through his body as he maneuvered remained distant under the influence of the copious amounts of adrenaline that coursed through him. A shot smacked into the wreckage just above his head, making him flinch with a sudden jerk of his head downwards. A second shot above his head and he opted to throw himself forward in sudden fright, landing in a corner shaped piece of wreckage with some semblance of a roof still attached.

"Wraith, shots from your nine! They're karking everywhere!"

Sam looked around for something, anything, he could use to return fire. Halfway underneath a piece of wreckage, only a few meters away was a chainblaster. His chainblaster. Sam took a deep breath and crawled towards the chainblaster as fast as he could, kicking up dust and small pieces of debris as he desperately scrambled forward. He threw the piece of wreckage off the weapon and yanked it from the metal it was lodged within.

With a snap, the weapon came free just as the ground around him began to get lit up by enemy fire. He kicked his legs to scurry backward as fast as he could. A sudden flash of hot pain in his forearm as one of the blaster bolts found its mark. Sam rolled himself down the slight incline of wreckage and back to the small corner he'd covered in earlier. Sitting up he grasped his forearm in his good hand as the nerves in his arm began to singe under the heat from the blaster.

He opened and closed his hand, the pain in his burnt tendons flaring up as he did so. His armor had done well enough to save his arm from becoming totally useless, but the pain was excruciating. As it assaulted his nerves, the pain in the rest of his body became more apparent. The adrenaline allowed him to maintain operation beneath the pain's influence, but it was becoming more and more difficult as the injuries began to accumulate and the panic began to build.

Sam grasped the sharp piece of debris that was lodged within the rotating barrels of the chainblaster and began to pull. The crushguants that were standard on the Mk.IV armor only aided in warping and crushing the debris where his grasp was locked in.

"Come on you motherkarker-"

The debris suddenly gave, dislodging from the barrels. With nothing to resist his pulling force, the back of Sam's helmet smacked into the wreckage behind him. His helmet's HUD blinked off for a split second before coming back nearly crystal clear. It was at that moment that he began to hear a voice clearly through the comms.

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Hellhound-Two this is Tempest-Seven. My status is fucked! RDAG Three transport is Tango Uniform, there are only two of us left. The rest of Nightcrawler detachment is Tango Uniform or WIA. We need a karking dustoff but we're too hot! Requesting immediate assistance. Repeat. Requesting immediate assistance!"


Sam lifted the chainblaster and rested it over the edge of the debris, lifting himself to one knee. He began to fire blindly in the direction of the hostiles. The thick screen of smoke coupled with his cracked and only slightly functional HUD reduced his visibility far beyond reasonable operation levels. The damaged weapon fired in a malfunctioned skipping burst rather than the constant stream of death it was designed for. Arcing the weapon from left to right to cover a large area he sought to buy Wraith some breathing room to find new cover.
 
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Post: 2
Location: Bridge B, Southern Mesas, Mygeeto
Faction Objective: 1
Allies: Amur | Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe | Jyon Hlervu Jyon Hlervu | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Sith Empire forces
Enemies: Imperial Warlord Zovesa Imperial Warlord Zovesa | Hunter Blackburn Hunter Blackburn | New Imperial Order forces
Gear: Listed in Character Bio
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Immediate Objective: Repel attacks on bridge B

The knight managed to introduce herself as Amur , earning a nod from Mid. "Well, Amur. You seem to be much more familiar with this situation, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to bring them up. I am neither a tactician nor a front line soldier so any help is appreciated." he said as he turned to face her. She then spoke up with a much stronger voice as she explained what was going on...and a plan to counter it all. With a frown behind his helmet he listened to what she had to say and then thought for a few moments. "Well I don't have anything better so let's repel those tanks." he said then turned to his ship.

"All hands, attention. All units except essential personnel abandon ship, gear up and join the front lines. All gun crews, get your batteries online and target any New Imperial forces on the bridge and behind it. Focus on their artillery and tanks." he ordered the ship. A few moments later troops were spilling out of the ship carrying crates of weapons and supplies. Soon the gun turrets started to rotate and stare down the bridge. Mid looked to Amur and unclipped his saberstaff from his belt. "Let's get on the front lines, shall we?" he suggested before walking towards the barricade by the bridge. Several soldiers were taking places while others were restocking on ammo from the crates unloaded. He ignited both blades and gave a light twirl before taking a deep breath. "I haven't been on the front lines in over a century. Time to see how bad I am these days." he quipped with a light smile. "Guns are ready, sir!" chimed his commlink. He brought his wrist up to his mouth and gave a simple order.

"Fire."

The sky lit up with crimson slicing through the white snow as laser cannons and turbolasers let loose from the Corvette. the bolts targeted any tanks on their side while the anti-aircraft turrets fired on advancing troops on the bridge such as Hunter Blackburn Hunter Blackburn any anyone else unfortunate enough to be caught in the open. Supported by this was heavy blaster fire from the troopers opening up as well. Mid deflected any bolts coming his way and chucked a few unfortunate troopers off the bridge with the Force. hopefully they can finally break this stalemate...
 

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Location: Streets of Harnaidan w/ Shatter Squad
Objective: Capture Economic Tower Resata
Allies: Irveric Tavlar Irveric Tavlar | FN-999 | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Sturit Goan Sturit Goan | Belisarius Belisarius | Sam Deckard | Wraith Wraith
Enemies: Open
Gear: Body | Armor in Digital Urban Camo | Rifle | Pistol | Knife | 2
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They were approaching their designated target. The combat throughout the city was loud, but invigorating all the same. It resonated and Tessa didn't much mind that the noise was actually deafening at times, even inside the helmet. It was nice to actually hear the destruction of the Sith Empire's forces. Even before she'd come to work for the New Imperial Order she'd had a deep hatred for what the Sith Empire was. Most especially its focus on galactic dominion in the name of their Emperor, a beast who tolerated no insubordination and would just as soon crucify people who opposed him than consider their point of view. There was no place in the galaxy for their kind.

"Form up, Private," the Lieutenant called, beckoning for her to cross the street since Gunt had already done so.

She double-checked that the way was clear and then darted across the street to move up against the stone wall right behind the Lieutenant. He was busy monitoring communications traffic and wasn't paying super close attention, but Repp had the front covered and Gunt was watching their rear as they waited.

"You know, at some point during this thing you need to give me a callsign other than Private," Tessa said, trying to pry for information. "Otherwise every Private in the Corp is going to answer when you're looking for me."

"In due time," the Lieutenant said.

He was always an interesting one. Though he had a callsign, they all did, he'd never shared it with the rest of them. They were forced to just call him Lieutenant. Either he was a big stickler for formality, or he wasn't fond of his callsign. She doubted it was the latter, so perhaps he just didn't want them to know it and opted for formality. Or perhaps he was someone important and was trying to keep his identity secret. What Shatter Squad more important than she had thought it was? No, she doubted that. They wouldn't have taken her in if that was the case.

Gunt tapped her shoulder and pointed down the road where a Sith armored unit was emerging from another road. It wasn't directed their way, but it was worth noting all the same.

"Lieutenant we've got armor at our six," she said.

The Lieutenant looked down the road the way they'd come and then pointed ahead of them at their target building.

"Alright, we're going to continue to our objective. With armor at our rear, we can't risk running to rescue the downed RDAG. Someone who can organize a proper pick-up will have to handle it. We need to secure our target to maintain a foothold in this sector."

"Forward appears clear," Repp said.

"High road is optimal," Lenses added.

Tessa glanced back to Gunt who held up two fingers, then pointed one away from them and one towards them.

"Gunt says there are two tanks and one is heading our way," she said.

"Alright, let's move," the Lieutenant said, drawing his blaster pistols again. "Repp, take us out."

They skirted the building facades and made their way to the alley behind their target building. It was littered with waste bins, but no enemies. All the same, the Empire was likely to have troops waiting at all entrances to the building. Centers of economic power were far too important to just leave them unprotected. Tessa slung her rifle over her shoulder and grabbed one of her smart grenades, holding it up and indicating the door. The Lieutenant nodded and Gunt positioned some blast chord on the door while Repp and Lenses watched both ends of the alley.

When Gunt was done, they moved back and to the side and he blew the door, sending it clanging into the interior. The thumbed the activation switch on the grenade and, kneeling at the side of the door, rolled it into the chamber on the other side. There was a quick burst of weapons fire, the sound of falling bodies, and then further bursts as the grenade moved further in. The sound of a sonic blast erupted and she slung her rifle around before breaching the building. It was time to fight.
 
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Alis'ila'miurani - Captain of the Ch'avset'ecsi
Location: Skies above Southern Mesa Towers, Mygeeto
Objective: Eliminate enemy forces, Reinforce the Sith-Imperial front
Equipment: CDMR-02, 2x Scorpi-0s, Shadowkat Suit Mk II
Complement: 20x Chiss Commandos, 300x Chiss Regulars, 6 AT-11s
Allies: The Sith Empire | Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe Darth Argentum Darth Argentum Obinmiux R'avfa Obinmiux R'avfa Jyon Hlervu Jyon Hlervu Amur Lark Lark Darth Kados Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia Maiven
Enemies: The NIO | Imperial Warlord Zovesa Imperial Warlord Zovesa Vaulkhar Vaulkhar Darth Bellum Darth Bellum Darth Kentarch Darth Kentarch Avernus Avernus Gat Tambor Gat Tambor Jekadius Lawson Jekadius Lawson Ignatius Ignatius Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren


Despite all that had been transpiring on Csilla during the reconstruction, the Chiss Ascendancy was still a recognizable force. The Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet was still strong as the only damage done to it during the rebellion was at the very top, which had been remedied rather quickly compared to the other losses. A test of the CEDF's strength had come in the form of a summons by the Sith Empire to Mygeeto and Muunilist as they had come under attack by enemy forces.

"Ect'aseo ch'acivah Ect'aseo. Ch'a csivun'ci veah ch'itmon'o veah csact'i hen ch'ahn. Nah tuzir nah sea morco k'ushe'ah neo tsut'r tisci bah to hitivrah. Nah ch'urci nat ch'ahn ror ch'atah. Vuct'icen'b." Aristocra Alis'ila'miurani uttered to herself as she looked across the length of her star destroyer as it shot through hyperspace for Mygeeto. Several hundred Chiss regulars and a squad of commandos stood at the ready within the hangar bay of the Ch'avset'ecsi. Cssin'rt'usts were already prepared to take off so that once Mygeeto had been reached, they would be deployed immediately.

"Aristocra Alis'ila'miurani, Nah cart catesi vet'asart'isi ch'ittun'hn. To en'kin'casah vim vesir bezeb cart tsaco sir bicit. Ch'ah ch'urci ch'azast vah, vzin'vihn. To bicit viz mihn ch'acen'hn ch'a tap ton'vt. Ch'acniuh k'tin'v viz rokar tap vevceci vim cart csan etah csart'avcez ton'vt ror seo k'tin'v bah to tun'ci. Carcir ch'an'viuh ch'a vutasahn k'surt ch'acivah rot'sah to bicit. Nah csarcican't nah cart tasco ch'at tsuzepah roncan'ah cat cseah s, csican, nah hsr'ah bio'sehah ch'at ch'azascin'ci to bicit veah to ttam bun nah tuzir. Bun bun'lin's." reported the XO.

Sila nodded to her XO in acknowledgement of his report. She turned from the bridge and departed. Moments later, she arrived in the hangar, fully equipped in her armor with her arsenal of weapons tightly attached to her form. The chiss infantry stood firmly at attention as the House Miurani aristocra walked past them. She could feel the star destroyer exiting hyperspace as it did. Once they had returned to realspace, klaxons rang as crimson lights flashed across the hangar, signaling those within to prepare for departure. Sila gave no speech or words of encouragement. To be fighting under the banner of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet was more than enough encouragement for the chiss soldiers. Transport closed their doors as they were filled with the infantry and immediately began to depart the star destroyer. The destroyer managed to exit hyperspace just outside of scanner range of the raging naval battle over Mygeeto, allowing the transports to depart unhinged by stray laser fire.

As the transports broke through the atmosphere, the sight below of the ongoing battle filled the transports radars with blips and pings that would overload a normal system. The frost cyclone offered some interference, however, the Chiss has dealt with weather hazards for many, many years. They have adapted to it, thus creating better tech to handle such. It was not perfected, as shown by the occasional outages to radar on the transports due to the storm, but it was enough to bring the transports to their destination.

Chiss troops began to disembark onto the Sith-Imperial side of Bridge One. Many troops quickly assimilated into the Legion's fortified positions while the commandos were on standby, strategizing their moves and surveying the area.

"Ch'acusehn ch'ah bah to rucar ror Csilla. Rab viscehah." one commando remarked.

Sila began to look around, searching for the Sith commander. Scarlet eyes looked about as the sound of battle and the quaking ground caused by artillery filled her ears.


"Ahhh. It's like music to my ears."


After Action Report
Chiss forces have landed on TSE side of Bridge One.
Some casualties upon entry to the battle.
Chiss regulars have integrated with TSE forces.
Chiss commandos stand in a fortified position, awaiting further orders.
Tanks are deployed near the front to begin assaulting enemy lines with charric
 
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Location: Someone else's penthouse, Harnaidan.
Objective: Chase NIO off my damn lawn.
Equipment: Gildenweave Boxer Briefs
Writing With: Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt
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His day already ruined by the New Imperials' audacity, Adrian walked out onto the penthouse's balcony, skin shifting slightly as it adapted to the wind at this height. And to think his peers had said self-experimentation was a bad idea, hah, as if he would deign to remain merely human.

Frown only deepening as the carnage intensified, he was about to turn back to the interior when suddenly blue smoke began wafting off a figure diving towards the ground - a smoke canister in the middle of a warzone? Bold... bold, but stupid...

... which was why he was so surprised when he sensed her, untrained as she was. Force Corps, or some such nonsense? What a nuisance.

Striding back indoors, he found himself a comfortable couch, closing his eyes as he began to concentrate. Reaching outwards with his mind, he pushed past the cacophony of emotions emanating from the frontlines and pockets of battle, past the minds of loyalists and foes alike, for he had yet to master the art of Battle Meditation... and there it was.

Smiling coldly, he reached into the minds of a Karza'Arana Assault Team, felt them recognise and cede control to their Creator - with a mental flourish, they were rerouted from the front to the presence he had felt. The presence leading those rudely pushing in his direction.
 
Mygeeto
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What is that?!

A thunderous roar rocked the vessel as it spun out of control. Alarms blared and transparisteel broke, durasteel twisted and controls sparked furiously as the hull filled with fire and smoke. It traced a tail in its turbulent descent, cutting a line of stark white through the dark backdrop of crystal and Sith-Imperial fortifications

Inside the belly of the falling beast, black armour crashed against the warped hull and were flushed out from the broken bey, sucked out and left to fall. Some caught themselves with cables or by the use of jetpacks. Others,

Their screams were cut short by the thud and crack of a sudden stop.

Princess!

A voice called, then was cut short.

And the ship kept descending. It spiraled, then shifted trajectory as it clipped the top of another spire. Crystal shards scattered like the shrapnel of an explosion in slow motion as the ship flipped in a new direction, prompting a new round of battered bodies tossed like laundry.

Shadow swallowed it, lit only by the fierce fuel fire, burning bright, reflecting in the endless natural mirrors of a mygeeto crevasse.

And stop.

Like a wet blanket it finally reached the bottom and settled to its final resting place.

Its rest was disturbed only by a brief spark or a new gout of flame as some new flammable material was reached by the powers intent to consume. They spat, choked and lulled, then broke out again in an erratic rhythm, like a beast choking on a morsel too alive and too fierce to chew. It spat again, sparks flying and scattering out across the glassy ground.

A hand reached through the flame, parting it. Then a shoulder, a head with short, black hair. The uniformed body dragged itself through the fire, unburned- nay, cradled in the fire and caressed by its tender touches- but beaten and bloody from the tumultuous descent. She pushed herself out of the wreck with one arm hanging limp, her head bleeding, her teeth stained red, her eyes aglow with pain, hate, and a desire for life.

She pulled herself from the fire, and rolled over on her back with an exhale.

Fresh air flooded her lungs as she stared up into the void, framed by tall glass spires, crowned by the coming war. Joycelyn Zambrano exhaled, coughed, then drew another deep breath as she reached over to her limp arm and cradled it with the other. Pain shot through her body from the broken bone in her right arm, harmonising with the various dull aches throughout her body.
 
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Location: SIBC Headquarters (SIBC-VT), Vault Complex, Southern Mesas, Mygeeto
Allies: TSE - Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe | Darth Argentum Darth Argentum | Jyon Hlervu Jyon Hlervu | Amur | Lark Lark | Darth Kados | Lirka Ka Lirka Ka | Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia | Miko Evans
Enemies: NIO - Imperial Warlord Zovesa Imperial Warlord Zovesa | Vaulkhar Vaulkhar | Darth Bellum Darth Bellum | Darth Kentarch Darth Kentarch | Avernus Avernus | Gat Tambor Gat Tambor | Jekadius Lawson Jekadius Lawson | Ignatius Ignatius | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren | Cara Dalgas Cara Dalgas
Objective: Defend Madelyn Lowe Madelyn Lowe | Repel NIO forces

Upon first meeting the woman he was to defend, Obinmiux's first impression of her was that she did indeed feel some inkling of fear - perhaps not openly upon her sleeve, but like every other soul involved, it resided deep within. Fear was something that kept people alive, whilst those that donned brave defiance were more likely to be acquainted with the enclosure of a body bag. It was not only a reactionary emotion towards imposing odds, but a mindset to embrace. Fear was one of the only things Obinmiux understood in his childhood, and he was thankful in a twisted way that his "father" forced him to survive without aid nor privilege.

His privilege was that of the dirt, the shadows; indeed, this woman whose life was deemed of greater importance than his own had much given to her, and possibly even less taken. It was only just that those of lower status served orders from up above, thrust into the grit to know broken bones and torn flesh - expendable wretches tearing one another asunder, attempting to climb ever higher to see the light beyond the malice and destruction wrought by the wills of tongues deeming their lives inconsequential; but yet, Obinmiux understood his place, and he would obey.

He did not seek the warm embrace of an end to atrocity nor sins upon the body, he relished in the underbelly of all that was foul. He would stay within the shadows, and there we would become one with the viscera and traumas of his past. A broken boy, a blackened soul. His life was meaningless and thus he would sell himself as selfless to the goals cast down below from up high.

As he walked alongside the Grand Moff, he did so in utter silence. Paying no heed to anything else around him, nor the bickering and frantic demeanor of the other personnel. To the young man it was nothing more than white noise as a multitude of voices clashed and vied to dominate one another, as if to get a point across or assert one's self as objectively correct when regarding the enemy or the intricacies of strategy and war.

Obinmiux had no say in anything, only the service of his blade. He watched and listened, for shadows held no bias nor regard for anything. Any and all statements regarding himself were merely met with the confirmation of a soft nod, and just as the Agent disregarded his own presence, he too disregarded hers as if she did not exist. Orders were orders, but only then would he acknowledge any word directed towards him.
 

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Location: Harnaidan, Muunilist
Objective: Breach Harnaidan's Defenses
Allies: Galactic Alliance, New Imperial Order
Enemies: Sith Empire
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Republic Engineering Republic Engineering (Null), x2 Alliance Commando NPCs (Whisper & Dynamo)


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Outer Rim Territories // Obtrexta Sector // Muunilist system
They were finally here.

While some systems in the Core still revelled in the unification of the Core Alliance & the Republic, a much anticipated war was finally beginning to spread across the Outer Rim. In his moments of respite throughout their preparations, Din's mind had consistently wandered back to the Unity Day celebrations on Coruscant. It had been their last day to kick back before kicking things into overdrive and shipping out to Nirauan with the rest of the forces the Alliance had allocated to the Sith-Imperial front.

They'd been in New Imperial space for a couple weeks now, helping with smaller operations and taking part in join exercises. Despite their glaring differences and disagreements, Din had been quick to acknowledge the skill of some of their Imperial counterparts. They knew how to handle themselves, that's for sure. The biggest differences, he'd learned, were their attitudes. No one seemed to smile out here -- things always felt quite grim. While he wanted to blame it on the war or their oppression, his people on Carida had lived through it all too.

The Outer Rim suffered under the spiked boots of the Sith, he wasn't going to deny that. But the Core Worlds had been completely destroyed time and time again by damn near any enemy he could think of. Then again, maybe that was the root of the difference: unlike the Outer Rim, which had never broken free of its chains, the Core always managed to pull itself back up when knocked down. Many had tried to squash the flame, but their spirit had never been crushed. They were starbirds, as the Chancellor had said; always reborn.


"I don't like this."

Dare shakes his head, the Lieutenant's words pulling him from his thoughts and back into the moment. His eyes bounce between the three as they voice their concerns. They were right. It wasn't ideal for them to have to rely on third-hand information like this. Who knew what might actually be waiting for them when they touched down.

"We're not worried about Sith-Imperial commandos now, are we?" he jokes with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. Securing his viperwasp to the magnetic lock on his back, Din reaches down to grab his helmet from the chair he'd been sitting in throughout their hyperspace travel.


<<Prep for atmospheric entry, we're coming in hot.>>

"50 credits says we get shot down, gentlemen," he gives Null a wink before flipping his helmet in his hands and lifting to to slide over his head. As it rests in place and recognizes his biometrics, the HUDs systems begins to flare to life. <"Just don't bet your life on it,"> he adds, his voice now modulated by the suit's annunciator.

Dare's body vibrates with their shuttle as it strains through the atmosphere at high speed. The commando takes several deep breaths, a normal practice of his to calm himself before a deployment. Despite what others might say, no matter how many times he'd been in the same situation it never really got easier to bring boots to dirt. He'd very rarely worried about his own life on the field and yet there was always a strange anxiety, somewhere between terror and thrill, that overtook him when crossing the point of no return.


<<...I don't want to stick around too long and get caught up in those AA emplacements.>>

<"Moment of truth,"> Din's voice comes over the squad's comms as he steps into their deployment positions near the hatch. There's a moment of near silence, filled only by the occasional shuttering of the hull under turbulence. Just as he's about to speak up, the deafening screech of klaxons ring through the room and the shuttle makes an evasive sweep to the left.

<<Their automated defenses have detected us. Taking evasive maneuvers.>>

Din can't help but be impressed by the calmness in the pilots voice. He reaches up to grab ahold of a ceiling-mounted bar to steady himself from the sudden jerk and locks his footing into place for added security. His T-visor shifts to look toward the others. Even without a visible expression, the gesture itself served as a wordless I told you so.

<<We're not shaking this one boys,>>

The seal on the shuttle's drop hatch breaks and it starts to lower well before their planned drop time. Gusts of air pull at the team and anything not tied down, attempting to rip them out into a freefall.

<<Opening the hatch while it works. I'll do what I can to help, but... oh feth, good luck down th->>

The shuttle is abruptly thrown into a spiral as an explosive round collides with the left wing. Several new alarms join the klaxons in a dreadful chorus as pressure and G-force alerts pop up on Dare's visor. The commando groans while fighting the sudden strain, doing his best to maintain his grip on the bar; the last thing he wanted was to slip and find himself flapping in the wind from his mag-locked feet.

<"Null... we gotta... bail!"> Din grits his teeth and releases one of his locks, taking an extremely exerting step toward the lowered hatch. Far below them the ground was swirling; they were still nearly 50ft in the air. He looks back to the rest of Sigma.

45ft.

<"This sucks,">
he says with a joking tone, more as an attempt to calm his mounting nerves than anything else.

40ft.

He takes a moment to center himself, counting the time between rotations of their failing craft. Perfect timing would be key if he wanted any hope at survive this.

35ft

With a sharp exhale, he releases his mag-locks and throws himself forward to clear the exit. Unfortunately, his left leg is clipped on the way out, the heavy blow throwing him into a flail as he begins to hurl toward the surface of Muunilist. He curses to himself with sharp pain throbbing from his knee, but the situation was far too chaotic to have the clarity of mind to activate the armour's bacta-injectors. With no other options, the commando is forced to wait helplessly for the ground to greet him.

In only a matter of seconds he slams into the dirt with a resounding thud and crunch. Din lets out a terrible wheeze as the air is forced out of his lungs, then falls limp in the indent his impact had made. Completely dazed and flat on his back, he watches their smoking shuttle pass across his field of view on its crash course.

Several coughs announce his return to full consciousness, then a whimper as the aching of his body and the splitting pain from his leg wash over him. Holding back the urge to cry out, he quickly triggers the auto-injectors to hit him with a dose of bacta and adrenaline. After a wince, his body relaxes and a sigh escapes him. This was certainly not an ideal way to start an operation. But it'd make a good story the next time he was at Outlander Club.


<"Sigma, this is Dare..."> he slowly starts to pull himself from the dirt to get a bearing on his position. Scanning the horizon, he notices the warning on his HUD that his personal shield was offline. Confused, he reaches behind him to pat at the small gadget on his utility belt. He closes his eyes and draws a deep breath in frustration when he feels the warped and jagged shell of the device, which had apparently been crushed in the crash <"motherfether... Checking in. Anyone out there?">

Finally getting back to his feet, being careful not to put too much weight on his dummied leg, he looks off toward the rising smoke cloud of their craft. A grin cracks his troubled expression, realizing the pilot had managed to steer it directly into the entrance they needed to breach.
 
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