Invasion Some Like it Hoth [Galactic Alliance Invasion of First Order Hoth|Bespin Hex]

[H3xle]

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LOCATION: Anoat
OBJECTIVE: Commerce, maybe with a side of smuggling Infiltrating
KURGAIN TRAFFIC CONTROL: [member="magnus ren"], [member="Aralu Sar"]
OTHERS NEARBY: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Atham'aali'kema"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Ipsy"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Spark Finn"]

Keric reached the hull of the station a few tense moments after the defense systems began reaching out towards the freighters. Keric pushed all thoughts of Janta and the Aurora out of his mind, he was no longer letting himself exist in the identity of Keric Dynt, freighter captain, and instead became Phade once again. He activated his magnetic boots once he was in contact with the hull. He moved laterally until he reached an external hatch. This one was labeled as a maintenance hatch, and there was a panel beside it.

Keric took a deep breath, centering himself and reaching out to the force. His skills with manipulating technology through the force was something he'd trained with when he was an agent with spynet, were a bit rusty, so he needed to take his time. He laid his hand down on the panel, and let his mind slip into it. His mind erupted with information, causing a sharp pain in the front of his head. He pushed past it and examined the code that was in front of him. His mind shaped it into something easier for him to understand, slowly shifting from lines of code in whatever language the First Order utilized into a visual representation. Several minutes, Keric spent analyzing the visualizations, letting the force guide him towards the actions he needed to take to obtain his goal of entering the station.

Finally, Keric mentally shifted and activated the visual representations in a sequence that he felt was correct through the force. The hatches airlock cycled, and the external hatch opened. Keric slid in swiftly, and let the hatch slide shut behind him. The airlock filled automatically, following the activation sequence Keric had entered with the help of the force, followed by the interior hatch cycling open. Keric moved silently into a maintenance hallway, a cramped thing he assumed was adjacent to some main thoroughfare. He moved away from the airlock he had used, looking for a way to shift levels. A maintenance ladder waited for him a few dozen meters down the hallway, and Keric spent a moment feeling the next levels down through the force before slipping down the ladder several levels.

He came to another maintenance hallway, and he moved still further away from his point of entry. He stopped only when he was satisfied that he had moved far enough away, then hunkered down next to a computer panel in the maintenance hallway. He took out a set of network connectors and set about removing the wall panel beneath the computer. He continued to let the force guide him, letting him find the connection from the computer panel to the stations network. Once he had the connectors in place, he opened virtual windows in his HUD and began to slowly slice his way into the stations network, moving as much with the force as he was through his expertise with slicing.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Deploying from Stealth U-Wing​

Objective: Infiltrate and take Cloud City​

Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Loske Matson"] @Shamira_Karuto​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Mishel Ren"]​

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: No one yet​

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Taeli remained quiet, just giving a small smile in encouragement to the Padawan before Gabriel outlined their initial target. It made sense to her to not go anywhere near the plaza. If the First Order was evacuating those who wanted to be evacuated, more power to them. It was essentially doing the Alliance's job for them by clearing out any potential collateral damage that may arise from such a battle. Although, she was fairly sure this wasn't going to be so much a major battle.

Privately though, she didn't have much mercy... or really any good feelings she wanted to spare towards the First Order, not after Skor II. No, she privately agreed with the mutter of "Yedai" from the Eldorai with them, and its underlying meaning. If they fought against any Ren or First Order forces, there would be no time for mercy. They needed to be concise and leave no witnesses until it was too late to stop them. Yes, best keep that private, otherwise she might get some weird looks.

As the boarding ramp lowered and they started to jump and deploy, Taeli forewent the use of any jetpack or physical cloak. She didn't really need or want one. She cushioned her jump with a light application of the Force, slowing her speed as she neared the ground to land lightly on her feet. With that done, she wrapped the Force around her like cloak, obscuring her figure from view and then promptly shrank her presence down to the size of an atom using her skill with Art of the Small. For all intents and purposes, she was invisible... well until the need for it disappeared. She would follow along the small drone that denoted where Gabriel was, keeping a watchful eye out for anything on their way to the plant.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Magnus Ren"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Aralu Sar"] | @Brask'ari'sabosen​

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E N E M I E S​

@Atham'aali'kema | [member="Spark Finn"] | @Micah Talith | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Ipsy"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Survive | Evacuate | Survive - Get to the Warspite​

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Life was so fragile in these moments, as the Kuragin groaned. It shuddered and the lights flickered, Fiolette held in her arms a toddler. She imagined this child as if he were her own son and she feared for his safety. Indeed the Alliance's boarding pods would ravage the Kuragin's hull, worse they would depressurize more than a few sections. Screams of terrified civilians as they were sucked out into the cold hands of death. Space was a cruel master and he claimed many in this moment, the alarms throughout the station blared, it alerted personnel to depressurization on several decks. And as the Alliance boarded so did the people of Kuragin perish, as their debris caused more harm to the ventilation systems and as these pods cut through the hull. They cut off vital sections of wires, of systems - now unable to communicate on several decks. Even if one were to attempt a hack of the station now, it may be for naught as many systems experienced failure across the board.

Much to Fiolette's horror she turned and watched as nurses holding children were sucked into the vacuum of space as more of these boarding pods struck. She clung to the boy in her arms her back against part of a wall in an all too familiar T-Section crossing of the ward. Kuragin's cry could be heard, throughout the station those who had not properly moved along with evacuation protocols now suffered a terrible fate. And now this home, now no longer - pours forth the blood of innocents. Pours forth the men in armour who rush to the breach points and struggle to normalise pressure. For several sections, this has to be done manually because automation is now disrupted. And as Fiolette clung to the boy in her arm down on the medical ward she reached out to try and grab the hand of an elderly woman but was unable to do so because of the fear that gripped her. Holding her paralysed in place as she just prayed to make it through this moment.

When the pressure had gone back to normal, Fiolette sighed with relief and looked at the boy in her arms who's face was now stained with tears. "It's okay, it's okay I've got you." She held him and looked forward, Major Eldrel used her body to pin a group of teenagers to the wall. "Major, status?"

"Situation all karked up, otherwise okay," the Major replied as she looked down the once crowded Medical Ward.

"Yes, yes it is" Fiolette's eyes watered and she swallowed hard, "and we still have children to get out of this station before Seiger's Executioner is through here."

"Bloody 'ell, they called'im in?" Major Eldrel's eyes went wide as her limbs shook, hands went through her hair. "Right, right, yes let's go c'mon to the Blackwell."

Fiolette shook her head and moved from Leona and shrugged. She didn't have an answer, she could not say for why or what reason this happened today. All she knew was that in the midst of this that they had to hold themselves together. They were Imperials, and they would not allow terrorists to defeat them. "Leona, we have to go, there are others I think that we still need to evacuate." Fiolette looked at the Major who nodded and turned to put her hands on the teenagers, teenagers whose very lives she saved moved with her and those that had survived the depressurization toward the ambulatory hangar.

Meanwhile.

The FIV Warspite's nose could be seen emerging from behind the FIS Kuragin. Captain Walzer with Kuragin military personnel aboard issued his orders, "Bolts and Fortans to the front!" Around from behind the Warspite emerged four Bolt II-class vessels known by their call, Boltpack Luna. Lune One assigned Spark, Luan Two assigned Surge, Luna Three the Sonic and Luna Four the Sound. These fighter-like designations made it easier to communicate for the Bolt II captains. As they came around the combine darkened silhouette of the Warspite and Kuragin they came to a ghastly scene. Bodies litered among the trash as even the FIV Sondheimer's crew stopped all they were doing, and just looked at the scene with mouths open. "C-Captain," came the sound of Luna Two's commander, "th-th-thei-there're bodies, bodies everywhere - what do we do?"

"Duchess and Dowager move in, gather the dead, Luna Two and Three move to keep the emergency lane open. Luna Four and One, get our freighters to their new locations. We need this space clear, Kama and Katar begin patrol and pick off any stray Alliance dog you see, and then pray the Balance be with us all." Walzer gave his order as he took his hat off his head, "may they all rest in peace." His eyes were vacant for a moment and then he looked down at his cap. "And may the Alliance pay with their own blood soon enough."

"Captain!" Lieutenant Commander Galeway shouted, "the lieutenant just got off the horn with Admiral Rausgeber and we've got reports from Piett, nothing so far from Veers - and there's a civilian ship the Shamballa? Out on the Ison Corridor, sir."

"Forward the information to Fiolette, make contact with the Shamballa's captain, ask if they need anything while we ... we deal with the dead, and then the living."

Defensive Line: Adrastia

Spoiler

FIV Warspite | Warspite II
FIV Spark | Bolt II
FIV Surge | Bolt II
FIV Sonic | Bolt II
FIV Sound | Bolt II
FIV Kama | Dagger II
FIV Katar | Dagger II
FIV Dowager | Fortan II
FIV Duchess | Fortan II

4x Bolts (240m)
2x Daggers (488m)
2x Fortans (400m)
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8x Total 1128m

Back on the Kuragin, Sector Traffic Control managed to get themselves back on track. "Alright, thank you Striker-actual," a word to Nils Brenner, "the sooner we get these freighters out the better." As alarms wailed regarding the deck breanches, the one-man tower control still had a job to do. "Thank you Lunapack, we just need lanes one, two to clear to McGovern and then lanes eleven and twelve out to Grantham. Emergency lane to Mountbatten needs to be cleared to." Things looked a bit of a mess, bodies and debris didn't help any either, "Sondheimer can you move in and delicately pluck the waste?"

"Aye," the Sondheimer's captain replied, "getting back to work, will have to do this manually with the arms." A simple task really, the Sondheimer would release mechnical arms to carefully pluck at the space trash and junk. A tedious task mind you, but one that unfortunately needed to be done so they could properly search through everything and log it, of course. "Data from the shuttle tags here, do you wish us to transfer?"

"No, no I'll transfer my data to you regarding shuttle tags and the manifest of freighters and ships that were before it all went to chite."

"Copy that Tower."

 

[Magnus Ren]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyyTHqVpG4k​

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Location: FIS Kuragin​

Objective: Defend the Station.​

Allies: [member="Aralu Sar"]​

Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Atham'aali'kema"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Vexen"]​

"Multiple breaches!"

"Several decks!"

"Dispatching troopers."

"Ahh!"

While the Knight of Ren strode through the halls of the FIS Kuragin with the Disciple in tow, his comm, tied in to the Station's commlink feed were flooded with multiple reports. The levels that were breached were nearby. Much of the doors were locked, more or less breach proof without an access code, or the correct authorization required to open them due to the Lockdown Status of the Station.

Magnus' eyes closed as he came to a stop at the end of a hallway, raising a silent arm to the Zabrak.

"There is a breach on this Deck."

He raised a hand, pressing it against the sealed turadium door. Deck Aurek - Also known as the Administration Deck.

"Command - deploy defensive measures in Hallway 213 - Deck A."

"Yes, Sir."

And when the autoblasters in place in the hallway activated, Magnus reached out into the Force, his eyes opening as he employed a combination of force sense and sight. His perceptions were deepened, and the well trained ability extended pass the door. Alliance soldiers were moving onto the station. The order was uttered in the Command room - Magnus heard the words picked up by the supervisor's voice, faintly said, and he could hear the blasters firing - Filling the corridors with blasters. Unlike the cannons on the hull of the Station, these blasters fired into alternating patterns - to the point where from every direction there would be fire raining upon them.

Every single breach point was vented, hallways depressurized and when spotted by surveillance - those personnel that controlled the deployment of autoblasters waited, waited until what looked like all - or the majority of the Alliance operatives that disembarked and entered through the breach that they entered were in position. And then they fired - [member="Micah Talith"] and his team would soon experience the same as they were assaulted from all angles

When the blasters stopped firing on Deck A, Magnus received a confirmation from the Command deck.

"Open the door."

Magnus drew out his lightsabre hilt nodding to the Disciple to do the same. "Kill the survivors."

Due to the unfamiliarity of the Station the Agents had - even with whatever Intel they had managed to gather - high ranking personnel - specifically that of the Command Crew were tight lipped, the knowledge of the retractable weapon systems within the walls weren't common knowledge - not even those that lived on the Station knew of their existence. Moreso because due to the lack of actual military ops performed on the Station, there had never been a need to deploy them - even in actual practice when inhabitants and civilians alike had to go through the drill of evacuating the Station.

Despite the size of the gargantuan station it was practiced for them.

In addition to that, with the large amount of personnel on board, to think the 'average joe' on station didn't exactly exist. Traders, vendors, merchants and the like certainly wouldn't have been as trained as the other members of the populace, though they were vetted and had likely all experienced the process at least twice in their time. Random traders from different points in the Galaxy weren't afforded the opportunity to just 'show up announced' or to just 'be on site,' they were trusted - or, as trusted as a stranger could be on a Space Station with thousands of other people.

These supposed thousands of civilians that wouldn't know of these protocols didn't exist - Only those that didn't adhere to them, and in practiced situations the Administration of the Station had had them suspended, access cards, codes, and authorizations revoked and they were disallowed from living, visiting, or conducting their trade on the Station.

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[member="Keric Dynt"]

"Uh..."

"What was that?"

"N-nothing.. There's just a..."

"Spit it out!"

"Someone's accessing a computer i-in a m-m-maintenance hall."

"In a lockdown? Who is that?"

"D-don't know."

"DoN't KnOw. Find out -- And get me sight of them! Send a squad if you have to!"

As was likely expected - a maintenance hallway's console wasn't going to have access to important sections of the Station. That would throw up different red lights, silent ones that ran through the Station and alerted nearby security stations.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Allies: None Nearby - [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Location: Prison Cell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzhAS_GnJIc​

Don't you dare look out your window, darling everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone, gone​

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Spheres of blue focused on the panel across the way, the one Castor had used to activate the ray shield securing her within the cell. With a groan the girl rolled her shoulders. Stiff, aching muscles flexed and sent small pangs through stressed nerves. A grimace soiled her expression as Jamie relaxed her arms. Just when she might start to feel like herself again was hard to guess, but this certainly wasn't the day. Inches from the thrumming field of energy the girl squinted, allowing the Force to course through her in a gentle wave. Those nearby may feel the sudden surge, given the smothering darkness that surrounded the outpost, but there was little she could do otherwise. It was now or never. As if standing before the panel herself, invisible hands switched off one, then two buttons. One door and another ray shield opened and activated across from her.

Wrong ones, dummy! She cursed herself, setting her attention back to the panel once more. Again the Force billowed from within, activating another three switches. Cells adjacent to her began to open, but not hers. Come on, come on! Hands began to shake with nervousness the more other cells began to open rather than her own. However much time she had was beginning to dwindle, even more so if anyone was close enough to feel the surges in the Force, or had visuals within the prison. Jamie knew the way out of the chamber, and the way not to go that would lead to Sieger, but the way out was still going to be difficult. The Jedi remembered entering a lift, walking through several long corridors, and hearing the large blast doors that separated the outside of the frozen world from the facility.

Hopefully somewhere between here and there a ship, or a speeder and comm could be found. She needed a way out once she finally managed to-- Ah! Free! The girl shouted within the confines of her mind as the shield and is' accompanied humming faded from existence, barred door sliding open with a hideous creak. Poking her head out through the opening she shifted left, then right. Dirtied, tussled, and raggedy blonde hair bouncing side to side as her head tilted. With not a soul in sight the girl pushed herself out of the confines afforded to her and began to rush towards the steps that led upwards to the durasteel door at the peak of the staircase.

Fumbling around with trying to unlock the door from the inside was something Jamie hadn't the time or patience for. With another massive burst of energy the blonde summoned up from within her very core Jamie thrust her hands forward as she ascended the steps, sending a focused plethora of Force energy towards the helpless frame that separated her from potential freedom. A breath separated the release from the collision, tearing door from frame as it toppled to the floor. Without a second of pause she turned in the direction opposite from where she was escorted, bolting with all the strength her legs could muster down the halls of the Bogan Academy.

Unarmed and deep within First Order space, the Force was her only ally. It was time to leave.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Bespin, Lower Levels, Hilikan Incineration Plant​

Status: High Alert​

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Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

@First Order​

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Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"]​

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]​

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How Mira had ended up on Cloud City was anyone's guess. She was transient, or at least that's what anyone able to dig up any trace of her would see. Her official First Order records displayed a string of petty crimes from theft to burglary, coupled with a handful of minor assaults and a drug conviction - though she received a reduced sentence for both community service hours and a key tidbit of information on a local crime boss' undertakings. Weeks later when several of his warehouses had been raided, he'd been none the wiser. At least that's what the records stated - but records were just that, text on a page. In reality, transient was far closer to the truth than a lie. That was the balance between a good legend and a bad one. You had to keep the stories straight, the truth mixed with a lie - just enough to make it believable.

A fleeting thought occurred to the woman, that perhaps the desert ports of Yalara were in fact preferable to working here at the incineration plant. Thankfully for her, working consisted less of actual work, and more the careful monitoring of the sector - though each of the FOSB agents embedded at the facility took turns wearing the suits and providing credence to the cover they'd created. Since the First Order had claimed the planet of Bespin, a large effort had been made to automate much of the more dangerous work, especially when it came to incineration and waste disposal - even some of the tibanna refineries utilized a majority of droids for their work, probably the only area in which the First Order would admit the superiority of droids to human workers - in the industrial sector.

Hilikan was somewhat different than the other refineries and waste disposal plants however. Originally it had been staffed almost exclusively by Ugnauts, though over time and as they began to retire, the First Order replaced the vacancies with human workers. These human workers however coincided with an increase in droid staffing as well. The new workers weren't standard industrial workers, even if they played the part from time to time. The First Order Security Bureau had taken particular interest in the Hilikan facility, embedding a fully operational safehouse within its walls. Concealed, the Incineration was the perfect space for such a construct. High heat would discourage the majority of curious individuals, a full environmental suit required to reach the entrance to the safehouse. Much of the dangerous work had been relegated to droids, the only truly dangerous work performed by organics that which required the finest of touches - and those who did so were well compensated.

All in all it was a good gig for the workers, even Mira couldn't have complained much had she been an actual employee, but no. Mira was merely a cover name, a legend. Her name was Valerie Kordova, though sometimes even that felt like a legend. An FOSB agent who'd been more places than she'd cared to count - but her performance had been noted. Her eyes pored over raw data transmitted via secure links. Hoth, the Indellian Gateway, and even Bespin appeared to be under attack - from the Galactic Alliance no less. She recognized a few of the ships profiles, but her attention was drawn instead to a priority alert.

:: All FOSB Assets to be secured, including parent facilities. Lockdown Effective Immediately ::​

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A twinge of fear crept over the woman, a silent chill running the length of her spine. It wasn't a complete surprise, but it was a dread she'd personally hoped would never have to deal with. Val had been in more than one close call, put into situations where life and death were far from certain, but she still recognized the sensation of fear. Biting gently at her own lip, she marked the dispatch as read and pushed herself away from the small desk. Rising to her feet, she knew what she'd have to do next, there were procedures for this sort of thing and by all accounts it appeared they were behind the curve. Secretly she wondered about the other FOSB fronts across the Ison Corridor. Had they too been caught off guard, or was there a delay in the transmission?

Quickly moving across the room, her fingers danced across a small pin-pad, simultaneously pressing her eye to the wall mounted retinal scanner. A satisfying beep indicated her credentials had been accepted before a quiet hiss emanated from the wall. As the panel shifted, the space beyond was illuminated, the lights flickering to life as Valerie stepped in. A wide grin creased her features as she laid her eyes on the small arsenal inside - some of the most sophisticated technology the First Order weapon's engineers had been able to fabricate as well as an array of open market weapons rested on hooks attached to the interior cage.

She'd have to make a selection and get suited up. The majority of the automation occurred from the Control Center of the plant, staffed by a crew of various industrial workers, it would be the location with which she'd be able to lock down the facility, but first she needed to check in with the others. Keying up a small comm device at her waist, she spoke to the others assigned duty at the Hilikan safe house.

:: Orders just came through - we're to lockdown the facility immediately. The Alliance has begun a full scale assault along the Ison Corridor. Arm yourself and get to the command center ASAP. ::​

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: WHAT THE FRAK HAPPENED?!
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Canal"]
Enemies: Alcohol, Women, Hangovers

He glared at Elliot. "Yeah, speak for yourself buddy."

Jorg wasn't entirely sure whether any of this was actually real, or if he was just dreaming. He blinked a few times, stumbling forward and then heading over towards the cabinet where they had stored their gear. The thing was propped open and the duffels inside were gone, that much he could already see. His pounding headache wasn't helping tho. His lips thinned.

"Go get Ca-" He was suddenly interrupted by a loud scream. "Feth."

He cursed.

"CANAL?!" Immediately Jorg touched his head, screaming hurting him more than he would have liked.

"Elliot grab him." He told the other man. "We have to get going...find our gea-"

All of a sudden Jorg lurched forward and threw up on the floor, his stomach violently twisting. "Ugggh."

 

[Pharazon Draken]

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[SIZE=11pt]Location: Hoth[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: Outpost Veers - Improvised Imperial Trenches[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies/Relevant: First Order & Allies | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Fiver"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Selene Sinclaire"] | (If I have missed anyone just let me know)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies/Relevant: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Xel"] | [member="Rusty"] | (If I have missed anyone just let me know)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Outpost Veers[/SIZE]

Personal Equipment:[SIZE=11pt] FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Variant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] | Military Mobility Shield | T-7 Ion Disruptor Rifle | F-11D Blaster Rifle | Vibro-Bayonet | Combat Knife | SE-44C Blaster Pistol | x2 Coded Thermal Detonators | x2 Physical Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]NPC Equipment: (For flavour and reference purposes, like the NPCs themselves), FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour - Snowtrooper Variant| F-11D Blaster Rifles | SE-44C Blaster Pistols | FWMB-10 Repeating Blasters (select troopers) | PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers (select troopers) | Coded Thermal Detonators | Physical Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Post # (For Ease of Reference): 2[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Emerald eyes focused on the quartermaster from below a firm brow for several moments, before nodding.[/SIZE]

“Acknowledged, distribute the equipment.”[SIZE=11pt] replied the Stormtrooper Captain to quartermaster [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] , still firm and imperious though slightly relieved that he [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]receiving[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the weapons his troopers needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon signalled with a quick and crisp hand gesture for several of his command squad Stormtroopers to take possession of the weapons and ammunition proffered by the quartermaster. “Two launchers and sets of ammunition to each platoon, the Lieutenants have already assigned who is to wield them” Pharazon said simply as they looked to him with missile launchers in hand. The troopers took the weapons and ammunition without a word, though each nodded respectfully to the Staff Sergeant before they made a swift exit out into the corridor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the white armoured troopers left and swiftly returned, Pharazon lifted his helmet back over his head and fixed the seal with a hiss. As the quartermaster asked to look at his cybernetic leg, Pharazon was glad she could not see his face as he was grimacing at having it mentioned by another. Thinking for only a moment he nodded his assent and set about aiding the quartermaster in removing minimal amount of armour on his right leg to allow for a cursory examination of the bare metal cybernetic while also allowing a swift rearmouring of the leg given the available tools and the quartermaster’s expertise. Pharazon stood silently as Staff Sergeant Desmaris examined his leg, his muscles and posture firm and near motionless as he tried to turn his mind away from the shame of having his blemish exposed to this stranger. As the quartermaster gave him her impression of the current state of his cybernetic he remained silent until she had completely finished, only nodding after silence had fallen. Clearing his throat within his helmet he finally spoke up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ah… yes… very good Desmaris, your offer and any assistance you can offer me reflects well upon you.” he stuttered audibly for a moment before reasserting his stern facade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Swiftly reattaching his armour with the aid of the quartermaster Pharazon forced himself, willed his emotions back under his control, once more forcing them to simmer beneath the surface. He controlled himself, but could not deny his feelings.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Very good Staff Sergeant, you will accompany me directly.” Pharazon paused, slightly cocking his head as he listened to TK-4261’s ( [member="TK-4261 Strain"] ) request over the encrypted comm net. Opening his own communicator, Pharazon sent a response to the besieged Captain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“TK 4261, this is TK-6850 of the 13th Grenadier Company, request received and acknowledged. The 13th and Staff Sergeant Desmaris will deploy immediately to the trenches and offer whatever support we can to the 3rd and Sergeant Pierce” he responded firmly over the comm channel, saying nothing more than the essentials.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Nodding slightly he turned to the quartermaster. “I am patching you into the 13th’s communication channel, now as you have heard we must deploy immediately to assist the 3rd so grab as many supplies as you can and fall in” he made the necessary commands over his wrist and helmet computers to link her own armour into the comm channel of the 13th and nodded respectfully to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Not waiting Pharazon and his cohort of officers swiftly turned and exited the armoury, marching with purpose and speed and mechanical precision despite not being on parade. Taking their places at the head of the two columns of motionless Stormtroopers within the corridor, Pharazon opened a channel to speak to his officers. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“All platoons will stay in formation and follow me until we advance into the trenches or come into contact with the enemy, at that point depending on the tactical situation we continue either as a whole unit or divide into platoons to defend a trench section, move out”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he closed the channel, it was an order, not an invitation to debate, should his officers have suggestions or challenges they could make them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They did not.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]The entire company of grim and implacable Stormtroopers set off at an orderly but swift jog through the laser cut and beam supported ice corridors within Outpost Veers. Loose ice torn up by their boots gave the image of white dust as they jogged, the near spitting image of order and death as those Snowtroopers of the First Galactic Empire who had advanced into what was then Echo Base so long ago. Until the entire corridor shook and the boom of an explosion shattered their orderly advance and even deafened the alarm klaxons. Airstrike... was the sole thought that lanced through Pharazon's mind as he recovered his footing and examined the aftermath. Some troopers stumbled and some fell as the floor shook, however, several members of the outpost support staff and several of Pharazon’s troopers were crushed beneath tonnes of ice and support beam as a section of the corridor’s ceiling collapsed behind them. The corridor was still open, but enough material had fallen that with a single glance behind himself after recovering his footing was enough to tell Pharazon all beneath were dead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I will not be remembered for being crushed by ice without firing a single shot! Advance! For the Progenitors! For the Empire! Death to the enemies of the Order!” Pharazon roared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Looking swiftly for the quartermaster and ensuring she was still with him and the supplies, Pharazon and his lieutenants swiftly took the initiative. “Move, move, move! On the double Stormtroopers!” they bellowed over the comms and their speakers or some variation of as the entire company recovered their footing and began running towards the nearest exit to the Outpost large enough to allow them to deploy swiftly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Moving at speed but still as an orderly and cohesive unit, the 13th ran their way through Outpost Veers, parting all those who would stand before them, support personnel and non-stormtrooper members the military scurrying to the sides in the face of grim tide, of near two hundred Stormtroopers marching to war.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]They burst forth from a vehicle hanger onto the ice plains of the valley laid out before Outpost Veers, not breaking stride as they surged from the Outpost onto the battlefield. Shuttles, transports and fighters from both sides filled the skies, Alliance tanks advanced inexorably against the entrenched archaic Imperial walkers, defiantly standing firm on the ice despite the smoldering hulks of several that had been destroyed, all the while the blood and bodies of all uniforms, species, and creeds lay still, silent, freezing upon the snow. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The 13th streamed into the improvised trenches that flowed in front of the defiant outpost, blaster bolts and explosive rounds steaming from both Imperial and Alliance forces, a horrific and awe inspiring interchange of death and defiance from the determined soldiers of both flags.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On marched the Stormtroopers of the 13th, Pharazon at their head, T-7 ion disruptor rifle couched in his arms, ready to spit death at a moments notice at the determined Alliance forces eager to pay the First Order back for their military campaign across the stars against them thus far. On Pharazon and the men and women of the 13th ran, through the icy, snow covered trenches towards the section where [member="TK-4261 Strain"] and the 3rd were fighting valiantly. Explosions from ground forces and the air rocked the snow near and within the trenches as the 13th and Pharazon advanced, with several of his troopers being reduced to a fine red mist in an explosion from a fighter or tank, Pharazon was unsure which, though grimly knew that it did not matter, not until they were in a position to properly return fire would it matter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Disperse along this section, megablaster and PLX troopers distribute evenly throughout the line by platoon, support the 3rd! Hold the line!” Pharazon barked over the comms as the company of Stormtroopers slammed into and took up positions along the trench walls and makeshift firing positions in the shadows of the great walkers, those still standing and those destroyed or toppled alike, arrayed as defensive fixtures near the trenches, lowering themselves down the ice covered trench walls as they took cover from the Alliance fire savaging the Imperial positions being spewed forth by their battle line.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Crouching his body down to remain below the trench line, Pharazon ran quickly to find the commanding officer of the 3rd. Opening a comm channel as he ran towards the officer he spoke, “Captain TK-4261, this is Captain TK-6850 with the 13th and Staff Sergeant Desmaris, we have taken up positions and are ready to assist in holding the line and any attempt to assist Sergeant Pierce's position, confirm copy” Pharazon said firmly, aggressively, ready to fight, ready to kill, moving along the trench towards TK-4261. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon could only hope Sergeant [member="Torian Pierce"] could hold out, but looking over his shoulder towards Pierce's position he could see it coming under fire from Alliance armour, he could only hope. Hold on Pierce, hold on.[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keXfiffBzFw​

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"The battlefront disappeared, and with it the illusion that there had ever been a battlefront. For this was no war of occupation, but a war of quick penetration and obliteration- Blitzkrieg, lightning war. "​

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ALLIES: [member="Selene Sinclaire"], [member="Fiver"], [member="Asharad Graush"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"], [member="Rusty"], [member="HK-36"]​

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The swarm in the form of shuttles and vehicle transports unleashed from the Star Destroyer headed straight to where the front was. Data feedback was passed by quickly among all units regarding the status of the battle. Alliance forces spearheading an assault upon Outpost Veers with a vanguard contingent at their rear. Cullen might be a country boy, a bit thick, but he was taught how to war.

Perhaps every men aboard the shuttles and transports knew Graush's strategy. Flank.

Thirty seconds till drop. Null watched the timer drop second by second. The transports would not touch ground. They'd drop them with a substantial velocity behind without losing momentum of their flight in case of enemy long rage anti-aircraft fire. Vehicles with repulsor engines would float above the ground while those with wheels, like the Juggernaut they were in, had state of the art shock absorbers.

"Hold on, cap'n." Null warned their 'captain' Selene Sinclaire. "You too, Fiver, no cosmic balance gonn' save ya if ya fly out of the viewport and end up under my wheels." He cackled.

Bubba touched ground and the stirring wheels took the ground with ease. Dozens of other vehicles touched ground forming a line hellbent on crushing the Alliance invaders.

Full speed ahead.

 

[Vexen]

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin

Location: Attached to the FIS Kuragin, Deck C
With [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Keric Dynt"]
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"]

There was a roar that filled the cramped hold as the torches burned into the hull of the station. It was followed by a muffled rumble as air escaped from the station for a fraction of a second before the deals went down. The hold actually warmed up uncomfortably as it finished cutting through. The defel’s little heart pounded fast within her chest as the moment approached.

With a whoosh the irys of the hatch twisted open. The drones went through first and Vexen moved to follow. A soldier called out a warning just before she could go through.

“We’re latched onto the side of the hull, so gravity will shift through ninety degrees as you go through!”

Vexen was glad of the warning. She peered down and tried not to led her head swim. She was looking down through the belly of the shuttle, but she was looking down a corridor from its end. She shuffled around and dropped through. Quick reflexes kept her on her feet and her lunch confined to her stomach as she righted herself. There was barely a moment to spare before autoblaster turrets slid from the walls. The corridor ahead was now blocked by a blast door.

She swore several times under her breath as she took cover behind a shield drone, drawing her blaster and shoto lightsaber. Red bolts lashed against the shields, which afforded the boarding party as much cover as it could. The defel edged around one and fired off three quick shots. They turned the nearest autoblaster to molten slag.

“Press on!” a soldier shouted. The first man who rushed up mistimed his move and was caught several times by an autoblaster in the chest. The cry was torn from his lungs and he fell to the ground. The turrets carried on firing for half a second after his fall. Vexen growled under her breath, reaching out with the Force to yank a turret from its mountings.

“Bring up charges!” someone shouted over the din.

 

[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Calrissian Plaza[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Irajah Ven"] - [member="Ara Ren"] - [member="Brennan Cabrol"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Alkor Centaris"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend home, win over the doctor[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam smiled back at Irajah. It was a warm expression filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” she said quietly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was little doubt in the teenager’s mind now, the doctor had chosen her side and it was theirs. Once this little inconvenience was over, the two of them would have a talk to solidify her choice. Samka’s personal touch had paid off. A few odd thoughts crossed her mind of the two of them working together at the Bastion much Irajah and ‘Cassidy’ had done on Dosuun except this time she didn’t have to conceal herself behind a false identity. They were strangely happy thoughts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“FOSB requesting support at Hilikan,” the panicked voice of a man broke the Ren from her thoughts. “My sister’s husband works there, may the Force watch over him. I hope everyone there is safe.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam turned to watch as the exchange, the man who spoke was a dark skinned member of the Bespin Wing Guard helping a Stormtrooper deploy an anti-air turret.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Maybe they’ve gotten past our defences down there, we’re stretched to the limit,” the Stormtrooper mumbled as his armoured hands struggled with the delicate machinery.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Why here? They want our gas so badly they have to storm a whole city?” The Guardsman replied, clearly jittery.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yeah well that’s these ‘democratic’[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] types for you. They’ll happily come in yelling about [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]liberation[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] so long as you’ve got natural resources. Almost makes me glad my home world is just a few farms and rocks,” the Stormtrooper grunted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She'd heard enough. “Hilikan,” Sam repeated as she turned back to her group. “It’s some kind of industrial plant, very famous but I was too young to pay it much mind while I lived here. Brennan,” she stepped towards the only male member of their group as he relayed orders with a professionalism she approved of. “Take what you feel is necessary and head down there immediately, I’ll forward the location to your holo.” Now face to face with the young man, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “We must protect our people from these parasites. Protect our empire. Protect my home,” her final statement holding a twinge of a personal plea from the woman who normally masked her emotions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her senses flared suddenly. The danger she felt before had made itself known. “I’ll handle it,” Samka murmured, staring off into the source of the commotion. “Irajah, stay close but stay down. Ara,” Sam glanced back at the other Ren in their group, the one severed from the Force. On the one hand, the woman’s vulnerability made Sam inclined to keep a closer eye on her, but not everyone could be kept with a tight leash in the name of their safety. They were here to fight so that is what they should do. “Do what you feel is right,” Sam nodded respectfully at the woman then turned to move swiftly towards the sound of gunfire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The site that awaited her was not one she expected. A few Stormtroopers thrown aside, dead or unconscious she couldn’t tell, laying in the wake of a gigantic alien beast. A beast she’d met on Cloud City before. Ghorua the Shark was under fire by yet another familiar face, the mysterious gentleman she’d encountered on Zeltros. There would be no hiding her true nature from him now but such things were trivial compared with stopping the Bounty Hunter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her lightsaber snapped to her side, crimson blade igniting in her hand, throbbing and humming as she marched determinedly towards the Herglic Hunter. “An unexpected spot for a reunion,” she said loudly to be heard over the gunfire and dog fights above. “Go,” she thrust her left arm out to Alkor in a ‘cease’ gesture. “I have unfinished business with this one.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I thought you and Kay Larr were friends, does she know you came here to kill her allies?” Sam continued walking to close the gap, the Lightsaber was her most dangerous weapon but she was cautious to bring a creature of such strength within melee range. Instead she moved to stride the alien and called on the Force to snatch his weapon from his grasp if possible and destroy it with her blade. The weapons she had so mercifully returned to the Shark before. She could have incinerated them, in theory, she could have incinerated him as the Hunter was in her custody but no. What had she done? A slap on the wrist and a “don’t come back”. He had come back and this time it was to conquer her home. Had she been blind to be so merciful? Lessons would be learned from this; potential threats should be crushed when the opportunity presents itself.[/SIZE]

 

[Progflaw99]

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FIS Kuragin, with [member="Magnus Ren"]​

Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Atham'aali'kema"]​

[member="Vexen"]​

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[ THEME ]​

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Respectfully the Disciple slipped the datapad into an interior pocket, his head bowing as the pair exited the lift. Following in the Knight's wake his eyes flicked from corner to corner as they made their way through the already evacuated corridors. Magnus was obviously pre-occupied with monitoring the reports, though to think he was unprepared would be a mistake. The Zabrak followed closely, the steady click of the staff on the deck of the station setting a rhythm to his step as they progressed. The Knight commanded not only with his voice but with his very presence, the Dark Side coursing through his veins as he issued orders and navigate his way expertly where he wished to go.

As Magnus commanded the autoblasters be activated, a rush of energy filled the Disciple, his blood pumping. Beyond he knew there to be the enemy - some invasion force no doubt though it was likely they hadn't expected the interior fire from the autoblasters. The thought brought a savage grin stretching across his distorted features. His flesh was creased, a side affect of the many years spent living in the darkness, the corruption from a powerful Dark Side font having corrupted his appearance more than would have been expected for one of his age - his pronounced ability to wield the Force had no doubt also contributed to the Zabrak's warped appearance.

With a nod from the Knight, the autoblaster fire could be heard cutting abruptly short, the sound of an ignited lightsaber causing yet another rush of adrenaline coursing through the young Aralu. With a snarly he too ignited the saber at the end of the pike, the blade cackled to life, the harsh sound of an unstable but powerful blade being ignited filling the corridor. Lowering the pike till it was nearly horizontal, he signalled his readiness, muscles tensing, the power of the Dark Side threatening to overflow as he prepared for the fight that lay on the other side of the corridor. The porcelain white glow of the blade reflected off the sealed blast doors - and would continue to until they opened.

Aralu responded to the Knight's command with a feral snarl.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Calrissian Plaza, enroute to Hilikan Incineration Plant
Objective: Silent Sentinel for Samka and Irajah, Defend Hilikan
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | @FO
Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | @GA
Gear: Vibroblade, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, Personal Armor (in sig), Cruentis Cor, Borrowed Saber


The relationship between Samka and Irajah was a mystery to the Knight, one she was curious about, but knew better than to inquire. Perhaps the future interactions between the duo would shed light on the mystery. Unexpectedly, Samka left the decision to stay in the relative safety of the Wing Guard or continuing with the assembled Ren to the doctor before glancing at the rest of their small group. Sam’s violet gaze landed on Ara, the words she spoke to Raj striking a chord within the knight, causing emerald, amber, and sulfur eyes to narrow.

As Raj chose to stay and requested her own blaster, Ara’s hand moved to the metal hilt of her borrowed saber, unclasping the weapon but failing to ignite the blade, gaze still locked on the azure-haired teen. While her connection to the Force was gone for the time being, there were many other skills she’d cultivated from her time with the Ren as well as before, when she spent nights scavenging the underbelly of Coruscant. If Samka considered her weak, defenseless, she would have to be proven wrong, the fires of determination burning away the last threads of doubt and self-pity within the brunette.

Turning her attention back to the civilian among them, the knight was satisfied when two blasters were offered, one from a nearby Stormtrooper, the other from the disciple accompanying them. Nodding once in approval at Brennan, she happily kept ahold of the two guns she’d procured shortly after Skor II. Her saber, or in this case, a borrowed saber, would always be the preferred weapon in any engagement, but it would hardly do to be ill-prepared for the battle to come. At a disadvantage, she would have to use every trick or weapon available to create a level playing field.

"Hoth and Anoat Station have come under attack. Bespin is being engaged as we speak...-Though I know not what's keeping them..."

“Maybe they’ve gotten past our defences down there, we’re stretched to the limit.”

Two conversations happening simultaneously, the knight glad again for the years spent amongst the noise and distractions of an amalgamation of clubs, gambling dens, and dance halls. It wasn’t difficult to follow both, as the disciple requesting notification of Alliance drop points as well as fortifications of the entry points of the plaza. Eyebrows raised in his direction, the side of her mouth twitching into an amused smiled, the look she cast him silently questioned hi authority to make such a request. When no objection came from their de-facto leader, she chose to drop it, her attention snapping to the teen as orders were issued.

As Brennan was succinctly dispatched to defend the Industrial plant, an emotional plea leaking into the orders as a hand settled on his shoulder, Ara’s eye widening imperceptibly as she noted the uncharacteristic move. Either the situation with Doctor Ven had shaken something within Samka or the city meant more to her than she let on. Either way, there would be hell to pay should the city of luxury fall into the hands of the Alliance.

”Ara, do what you feel is right.”

Was the statement based on trust of her abilities in combat and decision making skills? Or did the master know that she would baulk at being ordered around like a child, coddled and protected from the danger of the invasion? The nod that accompanied the statement before the two other women took off in the direction of a spattering of gunfire spoke towards the former, rather than the latter, and she chose to accept the comment at face value.

Gunfire echoed through the plaza, the Wing Guard drawing weapons and ushering crowds of civilians towards cover and safety with a renewed sense of urgency, as panicked shouts peppered the air. The thrumming of her blood in her ears added to the chaotic sounds swirling around her as she briefly debated, the allure of a close fight tensing her fingers around the borrowed blade, her feet aching to launch into action.

Turning on a heel, a few quick strides caught her up to the retreating figure of the young man, her decision to provide back-up and support to her fellow Ren made. Deeper into the city they dredged, few, if any words passed between them, pausing at a lift that would take them down into the depths and towards the industrial sector. Gritting her teeth, she reached out and placed a hand on his upper arm, pausing for a moment as they descended.

”Since we shall be fighting alongside one another, there is something you should know, Brennan.”

Pausing, she took a steadying breath against the rising tide of anger in her gut. The reports on her condition had stayed on a need-to-know basis, the disciple now one of the few who would be hindered by her condition. Turning away to stare at the flashes of city as the lift rapidly descended instead of her face, her own expression growing hard.

”For the time being, I do not have access to much of the Force, the connection I once held, severed. I am far from defenseless, but to not seek help from that quarter from me”

The last statement was short and clipped, warning without words that further commentary would be unwise and unwelcome. Not that she expected any. Of all the disciples she’d met, Brennan was by far the best at holding his tongue and following orders. One corner of her mouth tugged up into a grin, not unlike herself in the beginning. Idly she wondered whether [member="Kriel Firin"] would approve of this pairing, one former disciple and one current sharing a battlefield for the protection of First Order space.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[member="Audrey Saint George"]​

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Ranulph stopped a moment as Audrey moved to talk about the old Civil War. "Falkreath, Markarth head out and assist Ivarstein with the lines, send Dmitri, Strovenko and Grant in here please and do give our beautiful serjeant my regards." He patted the men on their shoulders and watched them leave, and as he turned, watched as Dr. Saint George continued to move and talk. He jogged a bit to keep pace and managed to hear her explain something about eight hundred years ago, "what was that about eight hundre-" the officer stopped. His jaw if it could have - would've hit the floor. The man looked at all the replicas, "this is... this is all." Never in his life had he ever come face to face with this era, his forefather's era as it were. When the Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin roamed these stars, his boots made their sounds against the floor as his words - modulated by the armour came forth.

"This is from his era," and suddenly the man felt like a child, "there are stories in my family about this time."

He stepped aside to allow the junior curators to work as they moved diligently this way and that. A smile on his face as he saw the old Stormtrooper armour and their weapons, "and to think we carry this same legacy today." Ranulph gestured toward the replica, "it is a legacy in which I am-"

"Oi, Dmitri look'at'it, tis a bloody hand - reckon you might need one or two," Strovenko laughed, "don't suppose it was his good one, aye?"

"Troopers, come along." Ranulph cut him off right then and there he knew better than to give Strovenko any milage in which to run. He shook his head and moved to where Audrey was and looked at the crate. "Right then, think we can get this, where do you want this to be moved to?"

 

[Isar Kislo]

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Hanging Valley
[member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Aver Brand"]

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“Echo is SNAFU, as expected,” Aver spoke as another group of marines joined them and got to work. “Stazi is catching most of the flak, but we're keeping them occupied. Tell Prex to get going, it’s about to get real cold real fast up here.”

Isar's response to the Captain was dispassionate. "Copy SNAFU." Isar wasn't completely boned up on all of the military shorthand, but he could tell from the urgency of the Captain's voice that it wasn't...well... It was war, plain and simple. "We're stepping it up, Captain."

The young warrior was only peripherally aware of the actions still occurring between Aeron and her associates, but he stepped forward to make a simple comment anyways. Rather than wait for a break in the conversation, his deep voice cut straight through, conveying the urgency he'd heard from the Captain. "Forces at Echo Base request we expedite. Now."

Seriously why did she pick Hoth? He was going to kick her ass for this.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Jasper Daggett"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"]​

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E N E M I E S​

TBD​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Hyperspace | En Route to Hoth​

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"I figure it more like, if we die, they can say at least we tried to help them not die," Ishana replied with a grin, and then her grin soured when she heard Pierce tell her that he could hear her. "Really? Can you hear me doing this?" The Balmorran flipped a ripe bird in Pierce's direction, "wait maybe it's not working properly." She settled into her seat and used the blink commands within the HUD's helmet to type out what she wanted to show her partner. A very vulgar emoji for that matter, "anyway as you were, Captain." What were they going to do? Bunk her down to flight officer, again ? She lined up her TIE/R behind Pierce on taxi and waited for him to launch before preparing her own run. Three, two, one ...

:: Copy that Striker One, makin- ::​

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What was this? Ishana looked out of her viewport, what a karking mess. It wasn't just traffic lanes that were clogged and still being moved along, but trash and debris everywhere. The lieutenant peered out on the other side of her viewport and took note of the mess around here, and to be honest. She didn't really want to stick around and find out what the end result would be. Out of the corner of her eye though she did spot movement toward the station. Are they really using boarding pods? What kind of- She just shuddered, she didn't want to know what logic went into this idea, boarding pods against a station.

:: Striker One, Striker Four makin' way to Tauntaun Land, you kids have fun out here, Striker Four out ::​

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Ishana switched back to the private channel between herself and Captain Fortan. As she lined up trajectory to Hoth, it wouldn't take them long to get there not long at all. There was a station or two in orbit of Hoth and no doubt they'd have deployed their squadrons. If Kuragin looked like this, then she sure as feth knew that Hoth was even worse. "You know I'd race you to Hoth, but with my luck I'd just end up owing you drink rations for the next three months. So I'll make this simple Smokes, eat my dust." As the all too familiar hue of hyperspace came into view and Ishana punched it, on her way to Hoth.

 

[Kuzo]

In Scene: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Near By: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Audrey Saint George"]

To be entirely honest, a second blaster pistol wasn't remiss and she nodded at Brennan this time as she tucked the spare into her belt. Irajah wasn't a gunslinger, she wouldn't be using both at the same time. But if one dropped? Was knocked out of her hand? While she had been trained and was at least competent in hand to hand combat thanks to [member="Carach"], with the rate her physical health was deteriorating, she didn't think she had the strength to swat a fly.

Unlike before, now Irajah followed behind Samka with purpose and determination. This war with the Alliance was a vile thing, in all directions. But at least when they had brought the fight to them, they had focused on military targets. But Bespin? Despite it's strategic resources, it was a civilian city. And there was no way they would be able to evacuate the populace in time. Raj was no military mind, but that was clear even to her.

The smile thrown her way was not missed. But Irajah misinterpreted it. Assumed it was focused on simply the here and now, the pressures of this moment. The deeper meaning of her presence for Samka was entirely lost on the dark haired woman as they hurried across the plaza. Even if it had occurred to her to look deeper, events were accelerating, and that sort of thinking was a luxury they could not afford-

"Samka, wait.... I know him-"

She didn't touch the other woman- that would have been foolish with the glow of the lightsaber. But her voice was incredulous as she stepped up from behind the teenage Ren.

"Ghorua, what in the maw are you doing here? Are you...."

She paused, taking in the totality of the scene. The downed (though alive) storm troopers. The hulking herglic ahead of them. They had lost contact after Coruscant. It wasn't really a surprise, after all that had happened since then.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Save civilians from terrorist labels on Anoat Station[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Anoat Station – Administration Deck [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Micah Talith"] (FYI) [member="Atham'aali'kema"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO - [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gear: [/SIZE]armorweavehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/54941-asheran-armorweave/, thinsuit, Cortosis staff, VT-Portable Shield Generator, Browncoat Data-logger

Weight shifted uncomfortably on her feet at Maalik's question. She stammered, "No, I don't need to sense how you feel I just...it comes naturally with everyone else except with you. I mean - I don't need to ask, I...," voice trailed off as heat of being flustered began to rise to her green cheeks. Hopefully these small details would get lost in the cacophony of boarding an enemy space station! Throat cleared as she was lost in the tide forward until a hand tugged her back.

Eyes squinted. From what she could see, Maalik was like a shifting shadow in that suit, barely visible. And not being able to sense him in the force only added to the oddity of the experience of her hand being held as if by a wraith. The healer looked to where the chiss-hybrid's head might be, fingers squeezing gently against his own grasp.

The unit they'd arrived with were already at the sealed doors ahead, she could see them over the tops of what looked like maintenance machinery that filled the room. Probably used to service the station and keep it running. Looked like some kitchen equipment too, perhaps in for repairs.

"You jumped from a ship onto a fighter. Of all things, why do machines make you so nervo-," voice was cut off as the walls shifted and scarlet bolts filled the space they were in, followed quickly be screams. Cortosis staff was activated and she caught some bolts on the plasma end, sending them back toward the gun it was fired from. Hand stretched out for the opposite turret with a quick exertion of TK, the mount snapped free from the wall.

Bodies lined the blast doors as she picked her way forward, sensing for potential survivors. An agent was still working on the door. She would've been more surprised by it hissing open, if it hadn't been for the darkside presence she caught just on the other side.

Stomach twisted.

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: En route to Ugnaught Surface
Vessel: Alliance Stealth U-Wing (U-60x)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108663-alliance-stealth-u-wing-u-60x/ - hopping out
Objective: Bespin infiltration
Allies: Galactic Alliance,[member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Adder"], [member="Shamira Karuto"], [member="Makai Dashiell"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Loske Matson"], [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: First Order
Equipment: Armor, Stealth Pistol and Carbine, Primitive Bow and Arrow, Jetpack , No-Show

​A figure, more quiet than the rest, sat in the back of the U-Wing. Face hidden, head covered in what some called a 'dope' hat, he looked out quietly at the surface of the planet and the outstretching figure of Cloud City. Gabe had left the armor next to the tap tree with a message regarding its use. It was bought at an auction but didn't suit his needs. So Relit took it, more catered to the life on the fringe.

​Stepping forward after most had departed to leave towards the Hilikan Plant or wherever the Marshall had them going, he looked towards the pilots and nodded. "Thank you for the ride. "

​"You going with the group?"

​"No, I was sent for a different task. Heading down."

​"Further down than here?"

​Relit nodded. The pilot laughed. "With what ship?"

​"Does this vessel not come with any sort of speedercraft? "

​The pilot shook his head. Relit whipped his head to the right and took one step out onto the ramp. Already the Drone was whirling away from the group and preparing to lunge off the ledge. Tapping on the No-Show and running with a bit of pep in his step, he raced towards the drone just as he saw it disappear over the edge. His right hand lifted as he scanned through the armors properties. "There we go."

​With nothing but faith and a pretty robust leg work out routine ([member="Jacen Voidstalker"]), Relit jumped off the ledge. With the tinted clouds rushing past him, he was in sight of the drone and just as he was passing it, his fingers reached out and clutched the sides. The inertia dragged both down at his expedited rate until the repulsor kicked on a leveled out.

​And then just like Marry Poppins in the setting sun, the Jedi Master was on his way.

 

[Spark Finn]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Don’t turn red every five seconds when addressed by the Micah kid[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Anoat Station[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Ipsy"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO [/SIZE]

#EEEEeeeeeeep

Grav-booted feet stepped out in chaos - laser bolts and bodies flying. Good thing she was always good at being light and quick on her feet. The shield droids helped too. And the force. Bony-body flashed forward in a blonde-headed blur. She crouched by the controls to the first set of doors.

She could slice it or try using mechu-deru.

Slicing would be a back-up.

Looked like Vexen had taken care of the turrets in this room. "Thanks Vexen," she barely whispered, more to herself and less to the defel #puppy. Helped take her mind off the images #porn Micah had on his datapad! #omgeee Quiet voice spoke in the headset to the perpetrator, Micah-dude. Brows furrowed as the force flowed through her, as she attempted to use mechu-deru to pull the maps from the main system and open the first blast door.

If Micah got the image, he'd be able to save it and send it to the other units to use for station movement coordination.