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

[Kaili Talith]

There was no small amount of confusing coming off the junior warden. As far as keeping track of things went Kaili had already given up on the hopes that she would understand what the other blonde warden was dragging her into. They seemed to be talking to some kind of boy and while the others seemed to know him or even adore him, well, Kaili didn’t. He was cute, she could give him that, but as far as the rest went he quite simply wasn’t her type. Which wasn’t to say she felt that way simply because he was younger than was appropriate, of course. It was more a matter of preferences, but as far as those went Kaili never really thought of them all that much. Her mother had taught the kid and her siblings better than that.

And then the plan was revealed. Kaili froze up by the side of her thranta. It was not a coincidence that the lockdown happened alongside the other warden’s arrival. Kaili gave the other women and kid a look each that gave away her surprise on the matter. Though more than anything it showed her irritation. She hadn’t come prepared for anything like this. A social call was what she had been told, but if they were talking about some sort of covert operation, and if Kaili had known this, she would have at the very least brought more to the fight. Her armor for one. A gun or a weapon for second.

Her holopad chimed up with Allyson’s tune and Kaili couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.

Eyes set themselves on the Corellian on her screen. She looked terrified. A bad feeling knotted Kaili’s stomach twice over.

“Uh hi Kaili- um so you were right-”​

Kaili recognized that look, that tone of voice, that everything.

“I should have just ditched this scene and became a farmer or something I don’t know.”​

The video seemed final, it at least carried an air of finality. This was a goodbye. Kaili’s eyes went wide. This was not happening, not like this.

“Um I’m in a hallway… and it’s locked down — I have 32 minutes to live.”​

“No.” Kaili muttered in panic.

​

“So yeah, I thought of you.”​

“No!” The girl exclaimed, loudly, next to her thranta.

“I wish we could just go back to the beach and just think about simple stuff – talk about droids and starships…”​

“Allyson, no!” Kaili screamed, ran a hand through her hair and threw a few quick looks around the room. “Not like this, no.”

“What the future held for us and how I have never met anyone so amazing in my life.”​

Kaili stopped the clip and looked at the thranta before her. A new message beeped up on her device. Allyson again.

“I’M ALIVE, DON’T WORRY. LOVE YOU.”​

It was as cryptic as a video could get after what had transpired before it. Kaili held on to the thought that Allyson was fine. She was a resourceful type. She survived being thrown into a tree on their first date, she would survive this too. She had to. Kaili took a deep breath and made an uneasy step towards her own thranta as she tried to shake the uneasiness of not knowing what Allyson was up to. For this one Kaili would follow Chloe and Bartender-lady’s directives and directions. The girl was a droid person and not an animal person. Flying had never been her thing, much less on a live creature, and right now she didn't feel much like talking. Her nerves had to rest before she did anything whatsoever.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Rekha Kaarde"] // [member="Makai Dashiell"]​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant​

Objective: Hold the line​

Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Abel"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Shamira Karuto"]​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Val Kordova"]​

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: No one yet​

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Taeli hung back as the other moved deeper into the facility, their goal reaching the control center and securing the rest of the facility. She had sensed the shift in emotions in the area... and could feel two presences getting closer. One felt familiar... and yet diminished. How odd? She was curious what might have happened between now and Mustafar to reduce that girl to such a state. The other presence with her was unknown, but felt like another Ren.

Reaching out quietly to the rest of her team members through the Force, she quietly whispered into their minds, "Two Ren are on their way. I'll hold them up here at the entrance while you secure the rest of the target." There wasn't much else she could do anyways, considering she had neglected/not wanted to bring any additional equipment on the mission. The others could do all of that, she was just along to support them and maybe observe a few Ren in action again.

She settled herself not far from the door, sitting down cross-legged to wait for them. She dropped her Force cloak and allowed her presence to grow to its usual size again, basically calling out to the Ren approaching to come and get her. She was almost looking forward to it, almost. One of her lightsabers sat in her lap, quiet now but that amethyst beam would likely soon ignite.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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[SIZE=9pt]H O T H [/SIZE]
Enroute to Outpost Veers
[SIZE=9pt][member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Isar Kislo"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Nseri, the Talz Clan leader, seemed to mull upon this for a few seconds. The condensation of her breath billowing from her nostrils, all three eyes and that glazed forth white orb staring at the Prex. Tension rose and Ooben nervously gave a twitch of his trunk. Finally, Nseri gave a nod of her shaggy head, the tall tuffs of fur waving with the motion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Boski ni ghakal poi bloo, Aeron dhi Kreelan.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]«Then we fight once more, Aeron of Kreelan.» Mentally, Aeron gave a sigh of relief, watching the Talz bring her furry arm up and over her chest, hitting the armor that protected her there with a solid, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]thunk. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]It was the same reaction of relief Ooben gave as did the rest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Boskven, ni kav halikae ghey bed. Wokel Srekolan kav hakn wokel Ghilas drakakoe le ghilas ghrel.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] «[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Come, we have what was requested. The Ortolan have found the Ice cutters and ice borers.» Waving towards her, they lead the Omega Pyre and Alliance parties to where they had the materials stashed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Turning towards [member="Isar Kislo"] , Aeron gave a small nod and inquired on the update, [ What’s the news? ] A call out to [member="Tsuki Aihara"] beckoned the young Jedi to her. Not a few seconds later, did a massive roar cut through the fray. It was a [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Pantran whitefang, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]the great beast stomping its great paws near the Jedi Padawan, perhaps gathering her attention. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Up ahead, where the vast array of vehicles that they would be using to get to Outpost Veers, formally Echo base. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Iceborers[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Laser-Ice Cutters[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], and other ice cutting equipment, all used to mine on ice worlds. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Based on the information by Captain Sunfell and those already at the drop point, Aeron and her guerilla group would be brining in supplies as well as driving in like the dagger in the night. In perhaps, the most unorthodox of ways. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Here is a map of the area.] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Chaco, a Togruta Pyre Spec Ops agent, began to explain. The best thing about Hoth and it’s ice shelves and the valley is that it did not change. Hadn’t in centuries. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][We head west, to where the Outpost lays. ] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][We take the feed from the ground and know where to hit them.][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] and bring with them much needed supplies. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][Then that’s what we will do. Have everyone load up on the iceborers and laser ice cutters. We can use the air support to come in first, while the larger supply ships move to here and here to help reinforce.] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Iceborers were key. They were long and narrow, with a tapered front; the single pilot would lie inside a translucent cylinder along its length. It worked by firing a shaped melting charge directly ahead the ship prior to its impacting the ice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Tsuki… Isar… top or bottom?] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Aeron inquired. Oh how that could be twisted. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][ Surface or below -- we are moving out to Outpost Veers now.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]

Spoiler: Gear for Aeron and NPCs

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[SIZE=9pt]For Aeron [/SIZE]

• SI-HD Armor
• SI-17 Stealth Blaster
• BTI-839 Sonic Carbine
• Force Imbued Diskblade

NPCS: Deployment of initial Omega Pyre Forces
Omega Pyre Special Forces | Troops of HBD-300 Droid Series SI-HD Armor | VT-Portable Shield Generator | BC-RT 1900 Portable Shield | Directed Charge | Multi Weapon Standard Model| KUT-42 'Stark' Plasma Torch | VT-Disruption Cutter | Neutra Hypoinjector Wristband | Neutra Serum Gas Dispenser | Serum Aurek | TS-N Healing Serum | BA-H377 Browncoat Forcebreaker Grenade | carbine/">BTI-839 Sonic Carbine | ARGH- HVKF-MD-1 - Approved Technology | VT-SDC 13 - Approved Technology |Infiltrator Scarab Droid | Mindshackle Scarab Swarm |Incinerator Scarab Swarm | OBL-0 Scout Drone | OBL-1 Defense Drone | OBL-3 Attack Drone | OBL-4 Sniper Drone
Larger Land Forces enroute
Several Talz and Ortolan guerilla troops
Caelli-Merced Ice Detonator
Ice Spike
RR-Recoilless Rifle
Barradium charges | various grenades
30x Laser Ice-Cutter
30x Iceborer
10 PGV-35 Tauntaun
3 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33241-aegis-class-heavy-drop-ship/
4 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/16041-m59-raven-class-dropship/
2 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/22484-zx-stock-heavy-freighter/
3 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21406-cxr-75-heavy-dropship/
3 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/772-peregrine-class-gunship/

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[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Calrissian Plaza[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in scene: [member="Irajah Ven"] - [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 let out a sigh of mild irritation as the Shark kept a firm grasp of his weaponry, just as well, this may have been too easy otherwise.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka’s mouth opened to respond to Ghorua but the yell from her companion took her off guard. Irajah… knew the hunter? As a friend? Ideally this would be the time to strike, while the Bounty Hunter was caught off guard. Sam’s free hand twitched, fingers snapping in quick motion as miniscule crackles of Force Lightning snapped and hissed, passing from finger to finger. It took every ounce of self control to pass up on her combat training and the anger that her world, of all places, had been targeted by their foes. But to strike now would make her aggressor in the eyes of Irajah Ven.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She stood rooted to the spot, fighting every urge for bloodshed, as Ghorua explained himself to his [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]friend[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I don’t suppose you’ll look the other way this time, Ms. Derith,” he’d said to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. If she hadn’t looked the other way in the past, there’d be one less threat at Cloud City this day. That was what her mind told her but the Doctor’s unexpected relationship made the situation more difficult.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Surrender now before you cause any more damage and I shall see that you’re treated fairly,” her voice was low and dangerous, the Lightning in her hand growing more and more powerful, begging to be unleashed on a foe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ghorua raised his weapon and Sam twirled the Lightsaber in her hand in response, a show of her control and finesse as a fencer, but still did not dare make the first move. Irajah was clearly distressed now and an idea began to form in her head. Guilt. If even an inkling of self-doubt formed in Ghorua’s mind, it was something she could exploit if she just waited a little longer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In spite of it all, a thin ghost of a smirk appeared on one side of Sam’s mouth as she heard Alkor’s voice. Her dance. What was a battle, a duel, if not a form of dance? She’d danced to music her entire life, the cultural skills her father cultivated, it’s what helped made a duel so natural to her. Keep a good rhythm, let each part of your body flow naturally and independently of each other to respond to your partner and force them to respond to you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Irajah pleaded with the Bounty Hunter, Sam replied to the Dark Jedi just as softly, “If this goes well, I may have to save my dance for a little later.” A controlled bolt of lightning finally erupted from her fingertips, most of the energy dispersed back inside of herself, but a few strands fired out at the ground, inches from Alkor’s feet. “And if you ever call me [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Princess again, dear, I’ll flay you alive.”[/SIZE]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: FIS Kuragin
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Aralu Sar"] | [member="Magnus Ren"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]
Enemies: [member="Vexen"] (Others tagged in post)

The large form of Cameron Centurion seemed to swallow the chair allocated to the standard room. The Sith Lord had not arrived in any form of fantastic fashion. In fact, his presence in the middle of this godsforsaken warzone was the result of a request from [member="Natasi Fortan"]. It was a simple investigation into the efficiency of the First Order's military. Apparently, that had to start with the somewhat antiquated design basis of the Galidraan Space Station. This has to be punishment for my comments on Avalonia. Cameron, unlike the overwhelming majority of the First Order's citizenry was more than willing to be vocal about what worked and what didn't work. Oh and he wasn't enamored by the mere mention of Sieger's name...which would have been an amusing reality had he not spent time in the Moross Crusade. Cameron himself had sent thousands to their eventual doom simply because they believed him to be some sort of 'God'.

The Sith Lord had to suppress a small smile at the thought as he fought to keep his eyes from glazing over at the holocom in front of him. Leaning forward slightly, Cameron twirled his crimson-bladed Sith Sword by the top of the leather hilt as some random government functionary continued to rattle off information about an impending assignment. Klaxons on the FIS Kuragin had been going on and off steadily for the last several moments - Cameron was fully aware of what was happening, but he'd closed himself off from the Force in order to deal with the present issue. The individual on the other end of the holocom, however, seemed more and more unsettled by Cameron's ease in the midst of a combat situation.

"You should be able to fi-- I'm sorry Lord Centurion. We really can do this some other time. Shouldn't you... Don't you have something to be doing in the name of the First Order?"

Cameron smiled thinly at the blue-hued image as he nodded his head slowly. "Yes I do. At present, that is listening to you drone on and on instead of getting to the point." Abruptly halting the casual manipulations of his weapon, Cameron raised a single hand to stop the retort that politicians always seemed to have cued up. "There are thousands of Imperials on this station including, if I'm not mistaken, a masked member of the much coveted halls of the Knights of Ren."

A pause.

"Suffice to say - there is little reason for me to worry about chastising officers for their efficiency until the crisis has abated. You and your fellow advisors may yet find this is just the kick in the ass they require." That was not to say, of course, that the crew manning this station were any less than fully capable. The First Order merely had exacting, intensive standards. It was the Imperial way, and Cameron begrudged them nothing for aspiring to greatness.

"I will remind you that you are addressing a direct representative of the Supr---"

Cameron waved a tired dismissive hand as he glared at the image. Abruptly, the Sith Lord opened himself fully to the Force, allowing his dark presence to flood across the entirety of the station. It was not a forced effort nor an attempt to intimidate. It was, however, the sort of free-flowing connection he required in order to keep the considerable strength of his emotions under his control. "Yes. I know. You represent the Supreme Leader. Everyone in the First Order seems to think they speak with his voice...as if they share every breath he takes. Well...unless you want the Supreme Leader to suffer from the loss of such a close confidant upon my return to Dosuun, I suggest you get to the point. Now."

Another pause.

"You're needed on Skye at your earliest convenience."

"Fine." Cameron terminated the connection unceremoniously as he leaned back in his seat and groaned. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a comment to himself, a quite familiar presence washed up against his own like a rising tide. Slowly, his head turned in the direction of the door to his quarters. [member="Spark Finn"] had a rather...unique presence, and they'd spent more time in very close quarters than he had with most others in some time. Still there was something else...it seemed faint as if it was playing hide and seek with his own presence. The scattered feeling frustrated the Sith Lord, but it also flooded his mind with memories of time on Borleias. The grin that spread across Cameron's lips seemed as though it would overtake his entire face. "Sparky and Little Explorer... Well then..."

Coming to his feet, Cameron sheathed his sword and pulled the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak over his head. Casually, he began approaching the door to his cabin. As he walked, the Sith Lord focused his attentions on the minuscule presence that he knew all too well. [member="Micah Talith"] had created a number of very interesting things over the years, but Cameron had experienced most of them before many others. The Cloak of Aatrox, specifically, was Cameron's favorite. Tendrils of blue-white energy radiated around the Sith Lord's before erupting behind him as if they had just been shot out of a particle accelerator. In the same instant, Cameron's body disappeared from view.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

Location: Hilikan Facility
Objective: Make it to the control room fothe Hilikan Facility
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: First Order [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Val Kordova"]
Equipment: (First mentioned here)

Shamira attempted to trudge on through the facility, even with the overwhelming heat. The heat just kept hitting her in waves, making her breathing labored and raspy. It surprised her how quickly it had hit her, but she had admittedly never trained in such an area. She could make it to the control center, that was for sure. What scared her was if they had to move out of stealth and into combat. Her energy was being zapped, and she knew that, if her skill level wasn’t already, the padawan was going to be a liability in any fight they got into.
Then, quite suddenly, a calm hand reached over and softly placed itself on her shoulder. Looking to the source, her eyes fell on Kaida, who’s force cloak seemed to be shimmering slightly. This caused her to tilt her head in suspicion, until she felt a beautiful sensitive beginning to take over her body. It spread from where Kaida was touching her shoulder, moving to every inch of her body.
She was getting colder. Sweet, cold, chilling feelings were sent throughout her overheated body, causing her to begin to breath normally. Not only that, but the feeling lingered, so that she was no longer laboring through each step.
Smiling gratefully over at the woman when she removed her hand, Shamira was able to pull up the bottom half of her mask once more as the group trudged on. There was no doubt in her mind that without that cold touch Kaida had given her, this mission might be much more in danger. But now, Shamira felt her energy returning, and would be able to fight to the best of her ability if need be.
And the need suddenly arose. Master Raaf’s voice suddenly moved through the groups mind, expressing that they had Ren on their tail. Her plan to stay back, waiting to hold them up so the rest of the group sounded terrible in her mind, but knew it would be better to stay by Kaida, in case she needed the cold once again, and Gabriel, being the leader of the mission. Frowning lightly, Shamira began to walk with the rest of the group towards the central control center.
The Togruta looked back over her shoulder momentarily, watching the Jedi master appear and sit cross-legged on the floor. Almost silently, she mumbled under her breath, “May the force be with you this day, master,” then turned, quickly moving to catch up with the main group.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Well-practiced maneuvers keyed in the channels that were open to her, frowning slightly at her own muscle memory. She almost dialed Rogue channels. After a few seconds of temporary memory lapse, the channels rerouted to target Wraith - specifically the ship that she’d seen in her proximity.

//Start Transmission
//Encrypt Transmission
//Recipient: [member="Adder"]
Message title: Parking
Message: First saw you, now I don't. What are your parking secrets!
//End Transmission
//End Encyption

The message zipped out across the channels to its designated recipient. In the meantime, the lithe blonde took her hands off the controls and stalked across the carrier’s hull, dropping to her knees at the designated compartment.

“How big of a gun do you think would be appropriate, Frankie?”

She'd never sounded more like a mobster in her life.

 

[Isar Kislo]

Enroute to Ourpost Veers
[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]

Behind his goggles, Isar's light blue eyes rolled at Aeron's request for an update. Had the woman not just heard him? Didn't matter, Isar was happy to repeat if for naught other than the inevitable urgency of their presence. "The update is they want us there yesterday, Aeron." What was the whole deal with the Prex thing anyways? Why couldn't people just stick to typical ranks.

For the remainder of the briefing, Isar was mostly silent. He knew very little about Hoth other than what was contained in the pre-deployment briefing. However, he did know a few things about military emplacement defenses. Further more, he had done his part to research at least some element of recent history. If memory served, which it did in this case, there used to be a major Resistance base on Hoth in direct opposition to the First Order. In fact, the current Grand Moff had once been interned on the planet.

As a result, Isar was fairly confident that the First Order would not have left most of the Resistance architecture in place for fear of this precise situation. With that said, the Talz lived here. They would, undoubtedly, have the most up-to-date information. When Aeron turned to himself and the other woman about...positioning, Isar arched a curious brow. Apparently, the Prex had caught the slip because she quickly rephrased. "I will go where needed." When their supposed allies were out of earshot, Isar leaned in close, very close to Aeron to ask a question. "How confident are we in this intel? I mean this is their planet, and I imagine they have more experience drilling through the ice than anyone else, but I'm quite certain there are considerations to be made. What depth will we be progressing at, and are we sure that the First Order have not retrofitted countermeasures to present this, no offense, kind of obvious weakness?"

Isar was not worried about active surface defenses as much. In fact he only had two real concerns. The freezing fething cold and tunneling underneath massive sheets of ice. Ugh. "I'll be on top." Isar offered a definitive nod in contradiction to his earlier statement.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: WHAT THE FRAK HAPPENED?!
Allies: [member="Jorg"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: This headache.

Lips smirked around the cigarette in response to Jorg's reaction.

Whenever ya felt like crap make sure to spread the love around. That was his motto and especially right now, while it felt as if a nail had been driven through his skull. But sadly the amusement didn't stay for very long, because a voice snapped through whatever Jorg was saying and it was Canal.

That was when amusement turned to concern.

A frown marred his expression, but he nodded- Jorg toppled over and threw up on the floor.

"Oh... okay." This was unexpected. "Get some water in ya, I am gonna look for Canal."

Not wanting to deal with... that right now he turned around and went looking for the other lad. Mostly, because the scent was already making him feel nauseous - his nose hurt, his body hurt, his stomach was running around inside of him, but he wasn't throwing up yet and he wouldn't, if he had anything to say about it.

Elly pushed open the door and glanced inside, there Canal was.

Not wounded or anything by the looks of it.

"Hell you yelling at?"

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Ivax Nebula, Ison Corridor
Objective: Hunt for Red October First Order
Allies: GA, [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Vilin"], [member="Raze Lyter"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], et al.
Enemies: FO, [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], et al.
Gear: In Sig (except for uniform)


Control Room, Sullustan Monitor ANS Nautilus
Ivax Nebula, Alliance Vanguard
Outer Rim

When designing starships, space is often placed at a premium, but none more so than the Leviathan-class. Most vessels had the decency to put some space between its occupants and the void, but while the Sullustan Monitors were exceptionally well armored, there was no room for empty space. Everything beyond the bulkheads around them that wasn't thick hull plating was the void beyond, and in moments like these when ships such as the Nautilus 'silent running' mode, the crew could hear the groaning protests of their ship's skin as crushing vacuum pressed in on it from all sides. The cabin that passed for a bridge was bathed in the dim glow of floodlights, as shutting down the monitor's auxiliary systems had apparently critically reduced power flow to the aging vessel's primary lighting.

The Commodore had ordered his helsman to build up some velocity as they approached the rim of the Ivax Nebula, before giving the command to go quiet by powering down everything nonessential and running the engines at minimal capacity. They would coast off their momentum while maintaining as low a profile as the stealth ship was capable of when they breached the nebula. It was not something they could maintain forever, as the vastness of the stellar phenomenon around them would be far too time consuming to navigate on natural thrust alone, but Zark was betting that if any First Order scouts were using the sensor clouding gases for cover, they would be focused more on the perimeter of their hiding place than what may already lie within.

"Lets drift a little longer," he muttered to his Mon Cal first officer, Commander Bashir, "Even if things are going better than we expected on the Kuragin, this is way too quiet. Not so long ago they were having their soldiers execute each other in the streets, and now we park a battlegroup on their front door and there's no response? Either they're waiting to engage us on more favorable terrain or..."

Bashir nodded in comprehension as the Jedi Knight glanced all around him, as if looking at the nebula, and finished the human's thought, "....or they've already found it."

They both fell silent, and all that could be heard was the sound of their labored breathing, the regular pings of recognition that the other monitors were keeping pace with them, and the moaning pressure of the hungry emptiness sprinkled by soft thudding impacts of the nebula's swirling cosmic dust.

"Like I said, we drift just a little more," he continued at last, in the same lowered tone it was impossible to avoid on a ship like a monitor, "Then we spread out a little and coast on thrusters along the edge of the Corridor on the flank of the armada, give any star destroyers the Imps finally decide to jump in one feth of a surprise."


FLEET

Spoiler

ANS Nautilus - Hull | Shields
ANS Argo - Hull | Shields
ANS Ghostwall - Hull | Shields
ANS Phantom - Hull | Shields

 

[Progflaw99]

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FIS Kuragin​

Allies: First Order​

[member="Magnus Ren"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]​

Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Keric Dynt"]​

[member="Vexen"] | [member="Deacon"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Ipsy"]​

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Engaging: [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Atham'aali'kema"]​

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[ THEME ]​

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As the Zabrak began to realize what the Knight was doing, his grin widened. Venting the maintenance tunnels. Oh sure, there was likely to be some debris coursing through the narrow corridors though anyone foolish enough to be trapped inside would soon find themselves wrapped in the somewhat less than desirable grasp of the vacuum. His eyes tracked his companion's movement, the withdrawal of his helmet a sure sign to Aralu that he should do the same. Keeping one hand on the haft of his weapon, he reached behind him, unclipping the helmet from where it rest against his thigh. Freeing it from the clip, he swiftly lifted it, placing it atop his head. With a quick seal the HUD activated, a plethora of information at his very fingertips.

Grasping the haft in both hands once more, his legs burned with anticipation, his eyes watching for the slightest movement. With the maintenance tunnels being forcibly vented, his attention was focused on the blast doors before him. With a start, the doors opened - the figure of a man flinching only momentarily before head was separated from shoulders. *Time to remove kebab*.

The sound of Magnus' blade cutting through the air, searing flesh and synthetic material - it excited Aralu. As the man's life force failed, he could practically taste the shock. The last thing he'd expected was for two lightsaber armed forms to appear, surely. Having held his ground momentarily as Magnus had pushed forwards, now Aralu pushed forward, the loudly cackling white blade of his lightsaber pike dancing in the air as he too pushed into the corridor over the fallen body of the decapitated man. The dark mask of the helmet concealed his features but his intent was unmistakable - the gloves were off. Carefully eyeing the corridor's remaining occupants he prepared himself for the inevitable clash.

Gear:

Spoiler

• Armour of Ren
• RX-1 Helmet
• Shield Gauntlet

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: Stop blushing and push onward into the station
Allies: [member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Deacon"]
Enemies: FO [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] <----- #omgee!!!!
Location: Anoat Space Station

Mouth dropped. #princess Princess?! The badgering #nagging attentions from this Talith-dude were enough to make the introvert-slicer a little flustered. But like with all of the very few emotions the logical-minded slicer had, she ignored the flustering and finished the task at hand.

Mechu-deru was her strength.

She couldn't even sense Cameron Centurion's presence and good thing because she might've peed her skinny-jeans beneath the armor weave and thin suit.

#gross

The first set of doors finally swished open at her mental command and the maps uploaded onto Micah's data pad for his use and dissemination, pulled from the bowls, inner workings, programs, software, and circuitry of the station itself. Of course, it had taken some time and a significant deal of mental effort. Good thing she'd brought some of her favorite snack.

#BBQchips

[member="Vexen"] would have to command the alliance members to set the charges on down, to the next, sealed door. At least now they had a map. And from her digging, the gangly-limbed technopath now knew intrinsically where to go, if the maps were to fail. She stood, crouching close to one of those shield droids, adjusting her black-rimmed glasses.

"Come on."

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Objective: Defend and fight
Allies: [member="Atham'aali'kema"] [member="Micah Talith"] (FYI)
Enemies: FO [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"]
Location: Anoat Space Station

"Now is hardly the time to discuss my feelings and I seriously doubt any suit can suddenly give you powers over the for-," head snapped away from where the string was dangling from the disembodied chiss-hybrid and back to the Alliance soldier working on the door. There was a shift in the tides and eddies of the force as the door to move onward hissed open with a foreboding malice. Free-hand snapped forward at the perpetrator as the soldier was cut down.

No.

In the span of a flicker of a second, the man's life was gone. Another she couldn't save.

Even as the words had yet to leave the darksider's mouth, the Mirialan unleashed a slamming wave of force energy from her extended green palm, with enough kinetic energy to crack armor and break bones. Like the Sith on Barkesh, this one also wore a helmet and armor. As did his companion who entered just to his side. And she wondered what these knights of ren actually looked like and what they were hiding. And if they'd ever find a way to exist peacefully rather than go through this endless cycle of war and death.

 

[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"] | [member=Shamira Karuto"]​

-- -- --​

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Thankfully for the FOSB agents, the rest of the doors had sealed without issue, though why this one had failed was unknown. Perhaps it was simply a maintenance issue - but truth be told, Val was more concerned about why it had re-opened in the first place. Typical lockdown procedures would be more than enough to prevent a simple command from re-opening the facility. Better the facility contained in the event of an emergency to prevent anything from compromising the safety of those outside the complex walls. While still not optimal to lose everyone inside the facility in the event of a catastrophic event it would be much preferable to the entire platform being put at risk. As far as Agent Kordova and her companion knew, nothing had happened since the doors had begun to re-open. At least, until their comms jumped to life.

:: Hey guys, there's some strange shadows dancing around those doors - keep your eyes open. ::​

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Val cast a quick glance at Varrus, her eyes rolling hard. Speaking through their local comm, she motioned forward with her left hand.

"He does realize heat causes visual disturbances right?"​

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Varrus shrugged, an amused expression across his features. Taking a breath, Val continued forward, hand hovering over the grip of the blaster pistol. She was sure it was nothing but it never hurt to be prepared. Varrus followed suit, though his weapon was held in front of him, resting across his torso. Val keyed up her mic quick as they moved onward towards the entry.

:: Yeah, we see it Mattson - might not be a bad idea to isolate the data cache anyway. ::​

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:: Afirmative.:: he replied.​

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Mattson in the control room quickly manipulated a set of control mechanisms. With a quiet ping, his work was done. Several pieces of machinery had effectively isolated the physical data caches from the network. It would be a pain to re-connect but it would ensure that the only way to collect any of the data stored there would be to pull it from the cache itself, and that wasn't going anywhere. Meanwhile, Val and Varrus had reached the final corridor before they'd arrive at the large open space where the blast doors had malfunctioned, the droids quietly following behind them. All was quiet - or at least par for the course. Machinery ground, the sound of incineration vats and droids moving filling the air - and then a message across her comms.

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"This is Brennan Cabrol, security clearance Four-Five-Two Mark Nine" He stated his identity first to ensure there would be no mistaking his allegiance to the First Order, the agent on the other-side able to confirm his place within the Knights of Ren had they the ability and time to look up his digits across the Intelligence database; "Two priority personnel are on point, in approach to your location. Troops are en-route to provide additional assistance. We require access to the facility, please advise. Alliance personnel confirmed, Hilikan is compromised, request a clear route to intercept enemy forces..."

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She responded quickly.

:: Confirmed. Access granted, you'll find access has been uploaded to your equipment via secure link. We're checking out a malfunction with one of the blast doors, Western side. We've got one asset in the control room currently. ::​

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Nervously she kept her eyes moving - in less than a minute they'd come out of the corridors and into the main entry - a small hangar where repulsorlift sleds and industrial droids would receive equipment, all this just inside the malfunctioning blast doors.

Spoiler

Val's Loadout:
1 x Lightly Armored Envirosuit
1 x DEMP II Ion Carbine
1 x Modernized DL-44 XT Blaster Pistol

2 x Cryoban Grenades
2 x Glop Grenades
2 x Ion Grenades

Agent Varrus' Loadout:
1 x Lightly Armored Envirosuit
1 x Modernized CR-2 Heavy Blaster Pistol
2 x Glop Grenades
4 x Ion Grenades

Additional Forces:
2 x BV-S 3 Security Droids

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Hoth Orbit-> Bogan Academy Outskirts
Objective: Save the Padawan
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Ship: The Sneaky McSneakyface

The vessel shifted, and finally they turned back towards Hoth. The ship quickly rushed through the void of space, heading directly towards where Aela was pointing them.

She could sense things more clearly now. When they had been moving through hyperspace Jamie had been a bare thought at the back of her mind, now as they drew nearer to the planet her Padawan became almost like a beacon. She could sense her, feel her present within the planet itself. Her fingers tightened on the arms of her chair. Her head leaned back as she slowly closed her eyes to better focus on the presence of her padawan. She frowned for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes once more.

"There." She pointed towards a point on the holo-map.

The PIlot immediately swiveled, and The Sneaky McSneakyface turned. The entire ship bucked, heaving as it ducked into the atmosphere of Hoth and pulled through. Thin trails of flame pulled across the cloaked vessel for just a moment before the vessel evened out and it's shields kicked into life. There was a slight shake as they passed through Hoth's upper atmosphere, bu the moment they passed through the icy blue haze of clouds they moved forward.

All over the world she could sense death, troopers falling, walkers exploding, thousands of people fighting.

Yet she wasn't here for them. She was here for one girl. I'm coming Jamie.

The words echoed out from within her mind as The Sneaky McSneakyface dipped lower into Hoth's atmosphere and began to cut across the sky, heading directly towards Jamie and the Knights of Ren.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: In the station area, still confused about loation
Vessel: Anoat Station - Administrative Deck (Kuragin)
Objective: Get Harla home
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Keric Dynt"], Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order, unknown, [member="Magnus Ren"], [member="Aralu Sar"]
Equipment: Amphistaff, standard hold out blaster. Ghost suit. Force Breaker Grenades. Utility Belt.

His head was on a swivel. First the door opened, as if the technician had conjured it himself. Then there were two figures that stood with their lightsabers, the man once operating on the door relieved of his head. He wasn't really sure what Harla was doing, though the hand gesture he assumed was force related. He wasn't waiting to see what would occur next.

Head turning to those who remained, various Galactic Alliance soldiers and infiltrators, as he spoke. For the moment, happy that they could not look upon him and his air of stoicism. Their incursion would turn into his battlefield. "Wait for our lead!" He got some nods as the technicians looked at each other, before moving back.

His left hand lifted like a flash of lightning. Index finger curled out, middle and ring curled inward, and pinky extending out. The serpentine belt uncoiled from his waist, slithering quickly up his shoulder before wrapping half way around his right arm. The head stood upright, mouth opened with fangs expressed, as it coiled back upon itself in striking form.

He swaggered up next to Harla and breathed in deeply. "Their armor looks heavy."

 

[Progflaw99]

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Academy of Bogan | Hoth​

Status: Pursuing [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Aela Talith"]
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As his feet carried him swiftly towards the auxiliary speeder corral his eyes narrowed - they were close. Moving ahead, he heard the sound of the large blast doors opening, responding with a low growl of his own. A cold chill raced down the corridor. She had made it. The sound of an engine roaring to life confirmed his suspicions. His pace doubled - his eyes meeting Jamie's for a brief moment as she looked back over her shoulder. An instant focus of his mind sent two lances of fiery rage in her direction as they met. All the pain, anger, frustration contained within his body - a vessel of the Dark Side. It was a skill he'd been practicing, the application obvious, a method of inflicting great amounts of pain on those who dared defy the Order.

A plume of snow kicked up, Jamie's speeder shooting off across the barren surface of Hoth. From where he stood, he felt the expulsion of air, light spray of melted snow peppering his clothing. In a smooth motion he reached down with his left hand, steadying the scabbard as he slid Krigsgaldr home. Already armed, Castor took swift steps over to a modernized 74-Z Speeder Bike, a white matte reflec covering its surface. In a swift motion he donned his helmet, sealing it to his bodyglove in a swift motion. Hefting a leg up and over, his hands already gripped the controls as the engine roared to life. Without even settling in, he gunned it.

A rush of wind blew his heavy cloak about him, the armor he seemed to almost always wear keeping him warm, though the chill still bit in some places. The snow kicked up by the speeder Jamie had taken was easy enough to follow, Castor's helmet aiding him via the tactical overlay as he traced the heat trail. Behind him, he knew Kaalia would follow.

Now the hunt began.


Gear:

Spoiler

• Armour of Ren
• RX-1 Helmet
• Krigsgaldr
• C-51 Charric Pistol

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] // [member="Kaili Talith"] // Future Step-Mom [member="Chloe Blake"]​

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Makai wasn't sure how the blonde with the pretty blue eyes knew who he was. Granted, there weren't many half-Galan/half-Human teenage boys running around the 'verse. Hand came to ruffle his hair and he assumed the woman knew his father in some manner. He tried to put name to any memory but was coming up blank. Clearly she had seen his holoimage somewhere. Office? Dad showing off?.......Their home?

"Busy working. Its school break so Mr. Zej is in charge of me. Been out here awhile now, we were breaking apart salvage when the City decided to go crazy." There was a pause and he looked to Mr. Zej. "Don't have much choice but to help. We evac'd the crew.....Insurance liability plus I would be worried about everyone....Don't need people dyin'"


Clearly some business sense was rubbing off on Makai. Zej nodded proudly before looking over his comm. Cammy was keeping him updated, pushing the crew far out of the battle. Pirates would be the next concern, trying to pick off the weak. Business side of things...if a space battle kicked off it would be a perfect time to salvage large vessels.


"I wasn't drinking, no plans to." Makai came from a house that didn't even have a drop of alcohol in it. Drinking wasn't something large on his bucket list. Again, food and girls seemed to hold his attention roughly ninety percent of the time.


Makai went to look at his thranta, petting the creature. He was interested to see if they flew like the giant sea rays he swam with. Or maybe more like a whale? Iced-azure eyes drifted to the other blonde, the younger one who was turning pale as she read messages.


Scale speckled hand reached out to her, blue-green scales shimmering in the bright sun. Seemed like she was more than worried about the thrantas.


"Don't worry, the scales aren't slimy" Makai grinned, trying to break the ice. "Why don't you fly with me? Or at the very least let me help you up."

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: Ugnaught surface, Ugnorgrad performance hall
Vessel: None
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, Scout Drone roaming around

The scout drone hovered from a distance, it's camera lens zooming in to follow the Jedi Master.

//Begin Encryption
///Begin recording
///. . . . . . . . . . ..........
///Loading information: Jedi Master Relit Vandal
///Following profile
//End Encryption

Each step, as quiet as the next, sent him in a straight line behind the Ugnaught youth. The city of Ugnorgrad was hardly a center that reflected recent destruction or poverty, though it was pock marked by a certain aura. Where construction should be continuous, it was obvious where some buildings had faltered only to be later repaired. And in some cases, lots were entirely vacant and showed the skeletal remains of a foundation, now fallen beyond disrepair.

His steps into the performance hall were marked with plumes of dirt, lifting as if to float away from the floating city. This place wasn’t beyond the realm of being fixed but it was clear that such things were no longer a priority. After all, the structure had built over 800 years prior. The fact that it was still standing stood testament to a modicum of resolve.

“Is this what you were wanting to see?”

“Yes. Though I have to admit...it has seen better days.”

“What would you know of better days, Imperial!?!”

An older Ugnaught moved on out of the shadows, followed by another three, rifles held towards the Zelosian. He caught a glance before they urged him to look towards the stage.

“I’m...I’m not an Imperial.”

“That’s exactly what an Imperial would say!”

“Mmm, not really…” Relit nodded, agreeing with himself. “They’re more of the superiority complex type. No reason to deny themselves if they are the pinnacle of efficiency.”

“Who is this?”
“I don’t know. I just saw him by the statue and he asked to see the performance hall.” The boy replied to the older man.
“Why?”
“I don’t know!” The kid almost screamed, previously aware that this might ruffle some feathers. Especially given the way he informed Relit that this was forbidden.

Relit felt the press of a barrel against his back. “What are you doing here, outsider?”

“Well, I had heard that Ugnakaaraar favored this place once. I had hoped to find him here, enjoying song and dance.” What he had heard he received from networks through the underground and through the rebel alliance.

“Hard to enjoy song and dance when you’re dead!”
“He’s gone?”
“As far as we know.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Are you?”
“Of course...listen, let me face you and explain why I’m here.”

He heard some squabbling and talking back and forth. And then, he felt the barrel leave the small of his back. Behind him a door opened that led to a literal underground area. "No quick movements. Lets go."

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

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LOCATION: CALRISIAN PLAZA, BESPIN​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

ALLIES IN AREA: N/A​

ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

Ghorua kept his saberpike ignited, supporting it with a gloved hand, expecting the Dark-Siders to rush into action to subdue him. Instead, something much more painful took place. Irajah, whom he may have dared to call his friend once, showed her fear and disgust of him. Instead of feeling demoralized, or angry, or even doubtful of his position, Ghorua's resolve only grew, as he was reminded of why he was here. How not only he believed he was in the right, but that his enemies believed in their own cause.

He paused for a moment, letting the winds swirl around the quickly-emptying plaza. The Herglic addressed the doctor with sad eyes, still holding the fire of determination. "Why do you think I attracted you all over here, away from the civ's? If you call us bringers of death, where are the soldiers, reigning said death down on said civ's?" Ghorua's signature politeness and bombast was there, but it held a harder edge to it. Not quite pleading, but not flat either.

His point was clear. The Galactic Alliance was minimizing casualties, and Ghorua was a part of that.

"I believe in freedom, Ms. Ven." He said it plainly and openly. "What I don't believe in is what the Order is doing on Thakwaa. How they let the Zambranos have free reign on Panatha. How they keep information from their people, and how they extract it." Ghorua visibly hardened as he tried to keep his voice in check, spitting out the word Zambrano with obvious disgust. He couldn't stop the dagger's edge from poking out.

"The First Order, this shining beacon of law and order, turned this child into a killer," Ghorua nodded in the direction of Samka, "And would do so for hundreds of thousands of others, if given the chance."

The implications would be clear to anyone that knew the Shark. He didn't want his daughter captured and twisted by the Dark Side, like Lady Kay had been by Prazutis.

The behemoth straightened, staring at Samka with contention in his features. "I don't want an order trial, Ms. Derith. I know what your Ren friend did to Kay's pilot." He stated it plainly, with no accusation.

They believed what they were fighting for, just as much as him. He couldn't beat it out of them, and he probably wouldn't convince them. What were the words of a no-good bounty hunter worth, anyways?

Ghorua picked Trident off of the ground, bringing both hands clasped around the light metal, holding it over his head in a ready stance. The way his feet were positioned, the squaring of his shoulders...

It was a little too similar to a Herglic Sith from Alkor's past to be coincidence.

"En garde, Ms. Derith," his deep voice sang, penetrating the thick air between them.