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

Leo Vandermolen · May 29, 2017

Objective: Do I Feel A Chill In The Air?
Allies: GA, [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"]
Enemies: White, fluffy, cold stuff.

Crash landing was not fun. Crash landing covered head to toe in glitter was even less so. Leo awoke to a bloodied head and a disfigured hand. Kark. With a groan, he slowly stood, stumbling out of the wrecked ship. Double Kark. An avalanche appeared to be hovering dangerously close enough to present an issue. Leo staggered forward holding his arm and attempted to mend what best he could with the force, feeling the hairline-fracture knit itself back together. "So, I suggest we leave. Any takers?" Leo joked raising his good hand.

Leo joined Joza as she began her force shield, "Any way I could help? Got any quick heat of the moment tips on how to stop a karking avalanche?" He questioned, swaying a tad in the cool breeze. His legs couldn't hold him much longer, but his pain would have to wait until they got outta the danger zone.

Kaili Talith · May 29, 2017

Steady breaths.

Allyson was able. Allyson was smart. She would find a solution.

Eyes opened again only to set on a set of a set of scaly hands. Kaili shook herself out of it for her own sake as she looked over at the boy offering her a hand, or a ride. She looked at her own mount and then the kid. It wasn’t that she was afraid of it or anything, but animals had never been her thing. They were unpredictable to her, didn’t have the same kind of buzz of life to them as her own creations. It made her uneasy. Droids were always predictable once you knew the way their mind operated and processed information. They were after all algorithms in the end. Even if said algorithms were insanely complex. Animals on the other hand, to Kaili, were as predictable as the fall of a feather. Every time she thought she had them noted and figured out they kept on changing things up.

No, riding with Makai was most likely the safer bet.

“Thank you,” She smiled as the pale color of her skin was replaced with that of the slightly lesser pale (but still rather pale) color of her own skin. “I would like that. The ride, that is.”

The girl followed the boy to his mount and got on-board while taking her seat behind him.

“My name is Kaili, by the way.” She said and leaned in against his back for stability. “Kaili Talith.”

CEO of a small-ish Electronics-and-Droids company. Had helped rebuild part of Coruscant, it was unlikely that Makai had heard of her, but the chance was still there that he had. As for the rest, well, with the way of the road (or rather the lack of such) and the fact that they were flying it would be rather doubtful that they heard what she was even saying.

And while the first part of the ride had seen her clamp onto Makai just a little too tight out of the fear of falling off, it quickly eased up at the sight of the ever so remarkable Cloud City. Kaili’s Jaw dropped and hung in wonder. The clouds below her suddenly seemed a little less terrifying.

Oh they were still absolutely terrifying, but not as much.

“That is amazing.” Kaili uttered in awe. “I can’t wait for solid ground.”

Solid ground felt pretty great at this point.

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

Kenth Typho · May 29, 2017

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: Get our shet together
Allies: [member="Jorg"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: This headache.

A quick survey of the room told him there wasn't a single shred of underwear in view.

They also didn't have the time to keep looking for all this crap, but then his eye was caught by a pair of pants hanging off the side of the cabinet. He picked it up, threw it at Canal and then noticed his knuckleduster. He slipped it into his pocket and then gestured for Canal to follow him. They had a mission to do, after all, and even though everything had already gone to crap... there was still time to salvage this op.

Without missing a beat Elly caught the bottle and took about four himself, before dropping it over to Canal behind him.

"Got that right." Shoes were on, trousers, shirt, only his jacket was gone. "Sec."

He took a look inside the room he had been in and finally noticed his jacket hanging lazily off the ceiling fan. Took him a few tries, but once he used the bed to get some height, Locke managed to get hold of the jacket and put it on.

Luckily his disruptor was still strapped to the inside of it.

That gave him some options.

"V-vince, what are you doing?" The lady who had been sleeping next to him and was now groaning on the ground gave him a look. Part hunger, part loopy lack of awareness and a whole lot of headache.

"Gotta run, Trish, my bad!"

He was already out of the door while the voice shouted behind him: It's Ashley!

"Don't look, just walk." Locke mumbled over to his two associates, before stepping out of the hotel suite and down the stairs. There was something they had to do and they couldn't do it inside that room.

Aver Brand · May 29, 2017

Hoth: Outpost Veers – Trenches
Allies:
Team S: [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Rusty"]
Team U: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
[member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | Outpost Veers
Directly Engaging: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Gear: Main in bio + stripped-down Power Armor with jetpack for atmo drop + SDC 13
Note for the Lazy: The Force Disperser makes Aver seem like a NFU

Several things happened at once, but Aver was prepared with an optimized HUD to keep track of the clusterkarked battlefield.

One, enemy fighter squadron incoming, 5 o’clock.
In response, Aver yelled at a marine – he slammed down another mobile shield generator. It could withstand orbital strikes, so it’d be good for a couple strafing runs.

Two, Kyrel Ren rushed in from the west just in time to redirect a mass driver shot.
Not a laser bolt. An honest-to-Force, hyper-velocity mass driver projectile. Her only reaction was a lopsided smirk – a stunt like that required a recklessly generous exertion of the Force.

Three, that same Knight of Ren yelled something through the din of battle. Her sensors cleaned up the soundwaves – a name. Kerrigan. Blood turned to ice, gaze sliding over to the Firemane merc with the ponderous patience of a glacier. Her fists clenched—

Four, the techno-Space mage crushed their repulsorlifts.
Magclamped marines didn’t budge an inch. The tank, conversely, reared like a motherkarker – forty tonnes of scorched metal and righteousness continued screaming down the same trajectory. Instead of hovering above their opponents, the tank would now simply… crush them. Force bless inertia. And speed.

Aver smiled and took aim with her anti-tank disruptor. Not at the pair of Ren, though. A target that had courteously delivered itself on a silver platter – one of the TIE fighters had deployed a harpoon of some sort. While it had indeed found its mark, coiling around the cannon, the merc was lost as to what purpose it served. Their tank was massive. TIE fighters… were not. The speeding vehicle and the starfighter were pulling in two different directions, but their force was not equal – ostensibly, the TIE would, for a few split seconds, hang in the air.

Putting those seconds to use, the mercenary squeezed the trigger, looking to put a hole through the bright flare of the engine. The pilot would die in the subsequent crash anyway, saving her the work.

Atham'aali'kema · May 29, 2017

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, [member="Magnus Ren"], [member="Aralu Sar"]
Equipment: Amphistaff, standard hold out blaster. Ghost suit. Force Breaker Grenades. Utility Belt.

The Mirialan was suddenly against the Chiss-Vong Hybrid with the movement of a fling of the ren's hand. Even without gesticulation, the Slayer was trained in the format of combating force users. In many testings, it was remarked that a Slayer even appeared to use the force as a Jedi did, matching speed and acrobatics and abilities to perceive causality in combat. Even absent powers, a stone in the wake of the force river and left untouched, he could see the signs. After all, the force was a mighty weapon and users tended to rely on it.

He didn't so much try to stop as he did his best to plant his weight in the foot facing away from Harla. A rigid cushion should she not be able to deflect the attack which, given the state of the impact, she seemed more than capable. Eyes darted towards the knight, his own flesh and presence masked in the null and the void of the ghostsuit. For all appearances, Maalik was an odd agent, obscured by N0-Show, and wielding an esoteric weapon that no longer seemed entirely specific to vong users. As the Ren charged, Maalik noted the armor once more and the helmet. By all appearances, it was cut off from the ambient air, which would make his grenades all but useless for the time being.

While the Ren armor appeared heavy and cumbersome, even for someone of Maaliks physique - stocky and somewhat hunkered down, rebuilt for acrobatics and agility - it had the all too common weaknesses that most armors do. When marrying convenience of movement to a shell, protection is sacrificed at the joints and movement points.

As the Mirialan moved to stab for the armpit, Maalik moved to the other side, using the inertia of the push to step towards a wall. Hopping from it, the amphistaff moved outward. Uncoiling in a strike, his left hand turned into a fist as the whip lunged at with atomic sharpness from his right arm. The focus - the armor barren spot behind the knee on the opposite side to Harla's attack.

Gabriel Sionoma · May 29, 2017

Location: Inside Hilikan Incineration Plant
Vessel: Alliance Stealth U-Wing (U-60x)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108663-alliance-stealth-u-wing-u-60x/ (no longer in the vessel)
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"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Canal"], [member="Jorg"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"] , [member="Chloe Blake"], [member="Kaili Talith"], [member="Abel"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Val Kordova"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Irajah Ven"]
Equipment:

The beauty of communication was that it couldn't exist in a vacuum. Well, it could exist in the vacuum of space, but it couldn't be cut off. Like water moving down slope, it could be slowed with a damn or weir. But with proper maneuvering, with proper planning, erosion and gullies would form. Or in this case, there was always a way to communicate with the people. Through landlines, through wireless lines, through the very air of the holonet. No one could escape the influence of communication, except in the rare case of total seclusion. A swamp planet might be able to lay low enough. But he suspected that Cloud City was too tethered to commerce and exchange.

Gabe smiled as he stepped back from the droid, finding a spot in the shadow. With every communication, the No-Show was forced off, meaning he had to cater to true physical stealth. Not a difficult task with the Phantasm Cloak but a task nonetheless. And just as communicating with people could occur, lockdowns could be overridden. Nothing was entirely immune to infiltration efforts. One doesn't simply block the signal.

The KX droid, under the submission of an infiltrator droid, moved forward to find a terminal. Hooking in, it began to download additional information and work towards bypassing security protocols. If it was a matter of not being able to open a door to physically enter the Hilikan Control, it would simply splice in. First thing he would do is move towards spreading communication out to other mining and refinery facilities. Hilikan may have not been the direct target but more a hub, given it's size and spanning multiple levels.

While the droids worked their splicing magic, Gabe pulled up his datapad. With the communication tap into hardline provided by [member="Adder"], as well as the posting on the emergency lines of the Holonet, and the emergency lines of Cloud City and Ugnorgrad, it would be a difficult task to stop this particular signal. And should they try to track that signal, they might find it difficult, given the multitude of entry points.

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The face of an old war veteran, grey of hair and beard, showed himself on screens all across Cloud City, Ugnorgrad, and the Holonet. Billboards, security terminals, personal datapads, and personal holonet receivers within apartments and domiciles. Even loudspeakers, should they be tapped into the emergency line.

“Good day, citizens of Bespin, Cloud City and Ugnorgrad. My name is Omai Rhen...and I am the Grand Marshal of the Galactic Alliance.”

The screen faded from view and transitioned to a differenthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/109856-gravis-est-the-heavy-hand/ display. One of tyranny and view of what some what called righteous judgment. But the Galactic Alliance had a simpler descriptor: Insanity.

“This is a recording of the First Order doling out punishment. For disobedience, for insubordination, soldiers were forced to kill one another. These were men, brothers, sons, fathers, and friends. Some of you in Cloud City may have known them, or perhaps just told that you benefited from their service. I apologize for the graphic nature of these images. These are not the recordings of a healthy government.”

The video faded and turned back to Omai as he sat in what could only be an office. “The same sort of corruption ridden faction that would align itself with Kaine Zambrano, a butcher by every meaning of the word. Raping, pillaging, sentient experimentation, genocide - he has committed more war crimes than any other known entity, dating as far back as to the One Sith. And this is who the First Order would call ally and friend?”

If he was reading from papers or prompts, this would be the moment he would turn away from that and speak from the heart.

“Citizens of Cloud City, Citizens of Ugnorgrad...this is your home. And hailing from a long history of hard work and labor, you’ve earned it. And how are you rewarded? Veiled intimidation tactics and nationalization of your products, forced to benefit from unneeded conquest instead of capitalism. Some of you might say your lives are fine, perhaps maybe even better? But at what cost? They burned and bombarded the streets of Eriadu, put the people of Thakwaa to re-education camps, and use heinous war tactics without thoughts towards civilian casualties. Those tactics include defiling and blinding their enemy's, soldiers of the Galactic Alliance, to mark them with shame.”

The feed transitioned to images of The Scarredhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104355-the-scarred/, bearing scars of burned and blinded eyes and marks across the forehead to denote offenses against the First Order.

“Your lives are fine now but for how long? How long until you realize that you have been stripped of your sovereignty and without it, how fragile your livelihood is? There is a better way. A better way than this…”

The feed transitioned to a small ugnaught child playing with a deflated ball on the outskirts of Ugnorgrad. Then to children picking through trash. “The Galactic Alliance will not stand by and watch as you are enslaved once more by an Imperial nation. Even now, we move to free you from the bindings of nationalism for a government that is not yours. Because we have not forgotten your suffering, past and present. We have not forgotten King Ozz and the Ugnaught Rebellionhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Ugnaught_rebellion. We have not forgotten the Renegades.”

The feed transitioned back to Omai as he prepared his last heartfelt words. “This is your city, your planet. The Galactic Alliance is here, to help rid you of this corruption once and for all. Rise up! Rise up and take back what you have rightfully earned!”

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He watched beneath his shroud as the transmission passed from wireless to hardline. The infiltrator beetles would help to coral the message through the lower levels, where the rebellious spirit was likely easier to kindle and stir to a flame. Gabe knew that those who had followed him into this facility where at the brink of contact with the enemy, if not already engaged. But this message was more important than any single individual of the incursion. After he was satisfied with the transmission, he would reactivate the No-Show and continue on his path to taking this facility. The loops of recording feeds in the facility continued to loop, showing images that revealed a refinery, simply under lockdown.

Makai Dashiell · May 29, 2017

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] // [member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Kaili Talith"]

Mr.Zej had taken Makai's mount, gliding behind the boy. He was, after all, in charge of the Salacia Heir for the time being. Being a Pantoran the cold rushing wind was welcomed. Eyes searched around the clouds, looking for any signs of trouble.

"Hi Kaili, Makai Dashiell." Despite being a CEO of an electronics company, Makai had never heard of her. Although if one had to guess she had probably never heard of him either! Perhaps later on they could find out they both shared a love of electronics.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. Like a dream."

Patting the neck of the thranta, Makai pulled on the reigns to give it a little direction. He headed right for a cloud, dropping in altitude quite quickly. Naturally they leaned forward as the speed picked up. Disappearing into the clouds, there was a grin on his face. They leveled out, still soaring through away from the group but still in the general direction.

Head craned back to half look at Kaili.

"That was awesome!"

Silara Varis · May 29, 2017

LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member="Zark"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
ENEMIES: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"] @T'yr Dellos - You trying to get me fired guy

Vessel: GAS Resolute Vengeance

Shields-100
Hull-100
Weapons-100
Systems-100

Targeting: FIV Master, FIV Defender and Shambhala

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"Alert all stations! Enemy contact!"

Silara grinned stubbing her deathstick and lighting another one. Flashes of fire ripped through the area below them, deadly greens splashing against blues. Thousands of fighters began to pour forth and she felt her heart speed up and skip a few beats. This as it, what she lived for. The thrill of the battle, the feeling of the deck rocking as their cannons fired and sent cowards and scum to their beyond.

"Comms, what's the chatter?"

"Cap'n we have one large fleet, two carriers. Hold on.... Admiral Thuku is engaging first carrier group."

"Admiral Morrow?"

"No targets painted, we're picking up several anti-starfighter assets. Passing over to gunnery now."

"Lock all Javelin solutions on one target. We'll pick them off one at a time from our vantage point. Helm rotate us to optimal trajectory for our Javelin Gunners."

"Aye Ma'am."

The battle was only just beginning. The Javelins were all spun up and hot. The old vessel creaked and rotated and Silara was thumbing through holo projections, reading ship schematics and targets on the left side of her body whilst she glanced to the right to keep track of the fleets tactical movements. The blue glow illuminated the volcano of smoke pouring forth from the deathstick hanging from her lips.

"Whoa! Shambhala engaging!"

Both screens swiped left and she swiped up with her palm to bring up the reading, clutching the railing with one hand.

"Confirm last."

The XO nodded from his station, clasping both hands behind his back and joining her on the catwalk.

"Confirmed, it seems like she just let loose a bunch of missiles. Or so scanners say."

She still remembered the name of that Captain. Ashin Karde they had called her. Though her sources in SIS said she went by Varanin now. Silaras face twisted into a smile and she ashed her deathstick, placing it back between her lips.

"I got that Schutta now. Solutions still locked for Shambhala?"

"Ma'am, I'd advise Caution. Remember the last time we engaged her. You already have plenty to answer for. Our primary mission takes precedence." The XO chided.

"Noted. All guns, fire!"

There was a mighty rumble beneath her feet as magnetic servos discharged, rolling huge tungsten slugs through the bores of the Javelins. They ripped clean from the barrel, a three round bust headed right for the top of a vessel designated FIV Master. A second burst from the Heavy Javelin put a total of six heavy rounds screaming for the Master.

Four Mass Drivers also fired, ripping through space towards the FIV Defender, followed by the Resolute Vengeance's full compliment of Proton torpedo launchers and Ion Cannons.

The last Mass driver fired, but this one was reserved for a target near and dear to Silaras heart. One Ashin Varinin, Captain of the Shambhala.

"All weapons away, two minute recharge on Javelins."

"Prepare to receive return fire. Shields full power, brace for impact men!"

Siobhan Kerrigan · May 29, 2017

Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers, at a mountain slope.
Objective: Purge
Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"], [member="Draco Vereen"], @Rusty. Other allied folks: [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: First Order. [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Anora Shaw"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], Outpost Veers. Tagging those I'm actively engaging.
Gear: Imperatrix Armour, shatterbolter, hard sound carbine, revolver, grenades and thermal dets, wrist bolter, 2x lightsabres.

It was a target-rich environment. Just the way Siobhan loved it. She felt right at home. Laser cannon fire splashed against the tank, but a mobile shield generator hummed to life, shielding the colossus of steel from bombardment. It could resist orbital strikes. It would do fine against a strafing run for the time being. An icy wind howled, sounding like the roar of a wrathful goddess.

Devoid of repulsors, for the technomage had broken them, the tank continued roaring across the snowlands, racing towards the aforementioned space wizard and the other Ren who'd joined her - and apparently somehow deflected a goddamn hypervelocity explosive bullet.

His armour was either a very realistic looking replica of Darth Vader's armour - or the genuine article. It mattered not to Siobhan, who'd never understood the Knights of Ren's bizarre fascination with Vader. Deceived and manipulated by Palpatine, he'd been the Emperor's attack dog...before turning on his master and tossing him down a reactor shaft.

The Ren seemed to yell her name. Siobhan cared little for taunts. Magclamped to the tank, she was not at risk of falling off. Harpoons sought to grip the tank. What this was meant to achieve was beyond Siobhan, for a tank had so much weight that all a TIE fighter would do was swing around. She felt a palpable shift in the aura of the apparent Captain Vrygg (Aver Brand), almost as if the mercenary was staring icy daggers at her, but Siobhan was too focused on what lay ahead of her to process this more for the time being.

As 'Vrygg' unleashed the power of her anti-armour disruptor upon the TIE fighter's engines, Siobhan became the eye in the storm and sought power inward, harnessing the Force. In her grasp, its energies became a telekinetic battering ram and she unleashed it upon the two Ren. A powerful wave of pure telekinetic energy rippled from her towards them, intent on hitting them with enough concussive force to break bones on impact. Rather than blast them far and wide, it was meant to slam them right into the ground, just before the terribly fast tank would ideally roll over them. Bit difficult to evade then.

RC 212 · May 29, 2017

3rd Imperial Infantry
1st Battalion, Spade Company- (30% Strength- Will downgrade as we go.)
Objective: RETREAT TO VEERS OUTPOST, PREPARE TO DEFEND.
Enemies: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"], GA, Firemane, [member="Naomi Carolina"], [member="Sol Stazi"] , [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Xel"],
Allies: [member="Chron Terix"], @TK-4261 Strain, [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Fiver"], [member="Null"], [member="Selene Sinclaire"], [member="Torian Pierce"], FO

What was left of the 3rd was in tatters. TK saw the avalanche and before they could even think to dodge fifty to sixty of his men had been crushed and buried as the massive slide brought down the mountain on top of them. He had managed to avoid getting crushed by an AT-AT bunker that toppled under the river and was busy extracting himself from the waist down from the drift.

A rebel dog charged him and he grunted, snapping up a random blaster nearby. His right hand raised and disgorged a blaster bolt right between his eyes, knocking him flat on his back with a smoking crater in his skull. Finally Ricks managed to get free and the SSG grabbed TK by the hand hauling him free of the drift.

They stood side by side, surveying the damage with a collected demeanor. Air exploded with the smoke and shrapnel of shells. The ground boomed with artillery fire. The skies were filled with shrieking missiles and roaring mechanical dragons. TK grunted and then removed his helmet, tossing it to the snow. He was bloody....so bloody.

"Ricks....report."

Ricks only glanced over and shrugged, lost for words.

That was it, they were crushed. Some of the 3rd gathered in small pockets, and Strain knelt down picking up the commlink headset of a dead trooper and sliding it on his head. He keyed the Comms, Ricks collected a fallen banner.

"3rd Form up!"

The call was disheartened. He was flagging, his shoulder weighing him down now. He'd spent too long knocked oblivious in the snow.

Troopers began to falling in line, creating neat formations behind him, squad by squad. They were retreating, back to the gates of the outpost. whomever was left out here would have to find their way back, but as for the 3rd, they'd bought them the time they needed. Across the windswept trenches they marched, some without arms and helmets. Others with pockmarked and carbon scored armor.

One thing Strain would never allow was a messy disorganized retreat. They held their formation, rank by rank, file by file, trudging full speed for the gates of Outpost Veers. What had started as a full company of two hundred men now remained about fifty the sixty men.

Ashin Varanin · May 29, 2017

Indellian Space
Ison Corridor
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="T'yr Dellos"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Forces:

S.S. Shambhala (link in signature)
Shields 75%
Hull 95%
Systems 100%

The Tyia Thuwisten spun, tendrils flailing through shades of purple. “Captain, missiles!”

“Who’s firing them?”

“We are.”

Ashin tracked the drive glows; the vectors lined up. The Shambhala, however, didn’t have the physical space for ACMs like those, let alone the mission profile. A longtime proponent of stealth ships, her first thoughts turned to, well… “Close-range scan, aft, high-intensity. Life-form sensors only.”

At very short range, with the right angle and setting, life-form sensors could partially look through a cloaking device. That wasn’t something most commanders knew.

“We’re getting…” The Thuwisten shivered. “I don’t know what we’re getting. Mynocks, maybe?”

“It’s not nothing.” Ashin’s head tilted. She stretched out to the Force and caught a glimpse of orderly minds, stark bulkheads, identity. “There’s a cloaked ship passing us from behind. First Order or something like it - friendly. It’s using us as a decoy. So be it. As good a reason as any to get in the fight.”

The Shambhala trembled. Immediately, Ashin seized helm control and steered the Shambhala to the left, into cover of the nebula.“Forward sshieldss down fifty perssent,” a Barabel officer snapped. “Equalizing. Partial breachess on deck four. No casualtiess. Ssealing.”

“Source of impact?”

“Dual heavy massss driver, ANS Ressolute Vengeansse.”

At extreme range like this, the Shambhala had no weapons that could return fire - well, apart from flak cannons and so forth. Against a Protectorate-era light cruiser, useless. Ashin raised her chin and found herself smiling. “Chief Kalaaa?”

The Ishi Tib’s voice echoed from Ashin’s chair comm. “Aye, ma’am?”

“Can repairs proceed without you?”

“Easily, m’am. We’re built for it.”

“Get up to the bridge. I’ll need you to take command.”

Her chief engineer drew a long breath. “Are you all right, ma’am?”

“Perfectly fine, Kalaaa. I need to put my attention elsewhere.”

“I’ll be there in ninety.”

It took a little longer than a minute and a half, in the end. Kalaaa wasn’t as young as he’d once been. They passed each other at the turbolift door, her going in, him coming out, and for a long moment they looked each other in the eye. They shook hands forearm to forearm, more of an embrace. For the first time in the forty years they’d known each other, Ashin kissed his cheek, or what passed for a cheek on an Ishi Tib.

“You’ve been with me since before the beginning, Kal,” she murmured. “May the Force be with you.”

The old birdlizard stood a little straighter, adjusted his off-white civilian tunic, and plodded into the Shambhala’s bridge. He took Ashin’s chair, as he’d done many times - on this vessel, and on the flagship of the Sith Empire and the Fringe Confederation. No orders were necessary: he knew his business, once a Lord of the Fringe in his own right. She took a last look at him, and the nebular murk beyond the viewport, before the turbolift hissed shut.

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NOTE: Both Zark and Dellos are under comprehensive stealth

Hogrum Veed · May 29, 2017

Location: Bespin System
Allies: [member="Aran Piett"]
Enemies: [member="Raze Lyter"], [member="Vilin"]

Still, Hogrum had little of anything to do other than watch as puny pinpricks of blue streaks headed straight for the ship.

Other than providing relief to the sole Destroyer that was in orbit of the planet, Captain Thailus' taskforce only mission had been to better secure the planet. Information on the size of ships that had passed through the Ison Corridor Nebula and their sizes was little. And here they were, floating dead while the other ships of the Alliance's forces picked them off.

"Is there a way to contact the other ships while comms are down?"

"If we had an actual Hangar bay... Perhaps," Thailus replied before shaking his head. "No, but the other Commanders will know to split off. To sacrifice themselves for us... They'd know to make a break for it."

"Our mandate would have us die rather than retreat. We owe it to the inhabitants of Cloud City, of Bespin, to those who are fleeing from the Alliance to win over out over the intruders." Hogrum's fist tensed, only a Lieutenant, he wouldn't allow his future career to be tarnished because his Captain sought to flee rather than fight. "There has to be something we can do!"

Thailus turned about upon the Lieutenant, eyes practically shining with... Well, Hogrum couldn't pinpoint what.

Blue bolts streaked through the vacuum that was space, Hogrum's eyes looked past the Captain and watched as low powered shields were sapped and drained by ion cannons.

"Fire up the engines," Thailus ordered. "Plot course. Dead ahead. Forwards." Engines charged, full thrust. "Non-essential power to forward shields." The Heavy Cruiser surged forwards as fast as a ship of its size could. Although it would be devastating to say the least, they didn't exactly need sensors, or communications.

Off to the flank, the Death's Beverage's shields were continually picked apart, though at the moment their size allowed for them to avoid much of the damage whilst shields were charged on the one side of the ship that was being targeted to hold them back.

Explosions racked the front of the ship, though essential systems weren't struck. Outward sensors were down, but those that allowed them to run diagnostics upon the ship itself were not.

Relit Vandal · May 29, 2017

Location: Ugnaught surface, beneath 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

//Begin Encryption
///Begin recording
///. . . . . . . . . . ..........
///Loading information: roaming recording
///Status: Transmitting
///General summary: mother looking at datapad, child staring at 20 foot billboard
///Transmission Location: Sulon
//End Encryption

“What is this?” The old ugnaught held the chip in his hand, flipping it over and over as to inspect it. Relit watched quietly as he looked around.

“Does anyone have a datapad with a card reader?”

The little force in the dimly lit room looked around before one stepped forward, pulling a pad out from his breast pocket. It seemed dented and old but still in working fashion. Relit pointed to it and narrowed his eyes. “Read the data chip.”

The old Ugnaught narrowed his eyes in return, hand held out to take the datapad. With a quick swipe of his card, the information loaded across what he noted as being encrypted channels. The galactic universe opened up with a wide array of lines drawn to various planets. Arrows moved across the lines, shifting in direction and moving to different planets. It was a painting in motion, colored in hues of blues and greens and reds.

“I don’t understand…” He admitted as he shook his head, perplexed expression overlooking the molten bowl of fire leaf.

“No, I didn’t either when they first showed me. I had to have it explained twice.” He held up an index and thumb, smiling. Holding out his hand, he silently requested the data pad, which was offered quickly. “The reason your funding was discovered in the past was because at the end of all the chains, a stationary bank held the accounts. So we have taken a static concept and turned it dynamic.”

“You lost me.” The old man looked towards the other Ugnaughts, speaking a language that Relit could pick out here and there. The Jedi turned the data pad so they could see.

“This isn’t the true movement but more for descriptive purposes. The green indicating surplus and red indicating deficit. We have established a substantial fund to aid your endeavor. Equipment, vehicles, ships, weapons, agents if need be. But the money never stays still. It moves from bank to bank on planets to banks in separate planets, to different sectors altogether. And back, split up into thousands of micro-transactions. Currency is largely digital, borrowed on hard mineral and resource in local banks. So by forcing the banks to trade with one another, your resources cannot be pinned down and confiscated. Because…” He pointed to the planet. “By the time it’s found, your money has moved to a new location.”

“Seems complicated.”
“It is.”
“What sort of funds are we talking about?”
“No current cap.”
“And how do we earn-”

Just then, the datapad switched over and he heard the words from the Grand Marshal himself. The old Ugnaught stood as the Marshal explained the situation, explained what was happening, and spoke of the noble yet persecuted lineage of the Ugnaught race. Dating all the way back to their movement away from Gentes, how they came to this land for pursuit of hard work and return, and how they were enslaved not so long ago and now held beneath boot.

Relit watched quietly as the Ankarres stirred within his hands. The fire within the stone seemed to transfer to the leaders eyes as a young man stepped next to him and whispered a few words.

The old Ugnaught looked back to the Zelosian. “Reports from one of our cells on Gentes. They have already made several equipment acquisitions with the offered currency.” The leader tapped on the datapad, taking a deep breath. “The Galactic Alliance calls for the Renegades at this hour?”

“We do.”

“Well…” The man handed the datapad off and nodded. “I hope fashionably late suits your needs.”

“I imagine that will work just fine.”

The Ugnaught waved to the Jedi Master as he urged him to follow him deeper into the city.

HK-36 · May 29, 2017

Location: Mechanical Dragon conducting strafing runs aimed at the trenches by Outpost Veers, attacking directly [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]

Allegiances: GA, other Mechanical Dragons, Wyvern and Squid Drones, and HK

Enemies: Shaydae, combat storyline with her, those in the area would be able to witness the engagement, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"], [member="Pharazon Draken"]

Forces: A single Mechanical Dragon

The growl of the droid's internal workings and screech of engines grew closer and closer as time seemed to slow down and Shay stood against the rage of the machine unwavering, its compound red photoreceptors trained on her, maw agape with the deadly fangs and barrels of hidden mechanisms trained on her, a flicker of a flamethrower pilot light and the larger proton torpedo launcher within the dragon's gullet staring back at her. However in his pride and prejudice the droid dragon still withheld from using his more deadlier tricks, even as Shay raised her weapon the machine thought so little of her and her abilities that there was no doubt in his calculations she would be minced within seconds, all of her efforts fruitless.

Her shots rung out, leaving nothing but scorched marks on his duranium armor plates, it grew closer still. However his pride and overestimation came to be his undoing, the dragon never thought himself to be killed by such an insignificant creature as a human and now he would pay for his mistakes, such was crime and punishment. Quickly finding her target and switching to it Shay pulled her trigger and went Doctor Zhivago on the dragon's butt as her shots struck true. Almost in instant as the Sourcefyre Crystal was struck and a crack appeared along its glowing emerald length there was an explosion of light and fire from within the dragon's body. Colours from outer space erupted outwards from its chest plate, looking into the energy suddenly unleashed would be almost like looking into the face of another, more volatile dimension, as if rip into Chaos itself was opened at the moment the crystal was damaged and all its energy poured out at once. There would be shapes in this fire and explosion, strange and alien, constantly changing and phasing out of its existence only to be reborn as another plasmatic construct, in split second they would be cyan like noon sky, emerald like Yoda's ass cheeks, crimson like the setting sun, violet like violets, never settling on one color. The roar of the explosion spread throughout their immediate battlefield, scaring all the rats in the walls, and mixing with the sounds of the avalanche before disappearing. It all seemed to have been over the instant it begun.

The effects of the explosion would have been similar to a standard starfighter reactor going critical, so depending how close the dragon got Shay may have gotten scorched or cooked just a bit. Either way, then there came the splatter of burning ashes and liquefied metal and oil as the dragon's durasteel and weaker parts were vaporized instantly, bursting outward to stain the snow and melt patches through it rapidly. And then there came a loud crash right next to Shay as the top half of dragon's skull landed in a snow mound nearby, scorched and smoldering, its duranium fangs still attached.

Other parts of the machine came crashing in through the area, while most of the dragon was turned into nothing, its duranium skeleton and armor plates were more or less intact, the beast was skinned and flayed in the instant its crystal heart erupted and its duranium bones and scales were thrown to litter the battlefield. If Shay had enough time or was able to come back after the battle to recover the pieces there was probably enough loot there to build a duranium set of armor.

Either way, as the snow and dragon body parts settled, there was another screech in the distance and a large winged shadow would move over her as another mechanical dragon blocked out the sun in the distance. It wasn't attacking her or her soldiers, but it was still a grim reminder that just like her and the snowtroopers, the dragon they slew was one of many fighting on the battlefield. Well not as many as the snowtroopers, in total there may have been about somewhere between nine and a dozen dragons deployed on the battlefield, but considering how much trouble one could cause them, even nine would have been plenty enough. Not to mention the swarms of lesser Wyverns and squid drones that circled the skies as well.

However the dragon that attacked them seemed to have been more or less solitary in its bravery to break off from the main aerial droid forces, as the rest of the Wyverns, drakes, and squids were focused on flying over the armored forces FO deployed to go after the GA armored rear and artillery, shooting them from Shay's current position may have been a bit awkward but not impossible, although they would be more effective if they ventured out from the Outpost towards GA armored lines, but that would cause more issues.

Still, the GAM missiles raced out across the white sky towards the drones, the Wyverns spinning and twirling around with their wings adjusting their positions as they went into evasive maneuvers. There were some explosion as metal and oil begun to rain down from above, with the mechanical carcasses falling down limply, some drones could have been seen with energy shields flickering around them, dampening the explosion, some were seen spinning away from the missiles effectively, dodging them, or bursting out a cloud of chaff behind them to intercept the missiles and confuse their gravity based tracking systems. For others still, their tails adjusted and there would be flashes of colorful light as beams emitted out for split second repeatedly, shooting lances of energy at the missiles to explode them or skewer them prematurely and protect the drones. Whatever they witnessed, it would be clear that one of the reasons why the dragon was hit and damaged by Shay's missiles was that it already had to deal with so many other missiles that wore down its tricks and protections, and although the Wyvern drones were not as armed or armored, they had some tricks up their sleeves as well.

Aedan Miles · May 29, 2017

Location: Ison Corridor
Allies: [member="Achim Veers"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Zark"] @
Engaging: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Ship: DRS Kaga
Mood music: Aces in Exile - Sebaton

Ship complement.

3x Squadrons of Venom-class elite fighters
3x squadrons of T-90 Arrow-class
4x squadrons of XJ-9 Advanced X-wing
2x Squadrons of BTL S12 Aerofortress K-wings
4x squadrons Devastator-class heavy fighters
2x Squadrons of Remnant-class mutlirole fighters

Aedan let a smalls savage smirk cross his lips as he strode forward looking at the fire coming towards them before his eyes snapped wide and he reached out with the force grasping an asteroid nearby he started to move it gritting his teeth as he manipulated the force around him. The asteroid started to move slowly at first trailing alongside the ship before over taking it and moving to shield the conning tower from most of the enemy fire. Those shots that would miss the conning tower still impacted the shields shaking the ship with their impact as the shield strength lowered smirking Aedan moved back to return to his seat sitting in it as he watched his mass of fighters move. Meanwhile the fighters that had moved forward broke away diving down below the line of movement that the asteroid chunks were taking. The K-wings flared away to the left back towards an extended arm of the Nebula almost as if they wished to use it to get closer to the larger ship without being detected smirking as the Venom-class and T-90 Arrow-class remained as the fighter escort the X-wings engaging with the fighter escort of Therapy command and starting to attempt and draw them away. Anyone paying attention and knowing the specs of this ship would have a hard time noticing but there were squadrons worth of fighters missing from the battlefield but in the midst of the battle such a development was easily overlooked. Ignoring the hail from the GA ships Aedan looked back towards the leader of his hacker group gesturing upward calmly as he smirked a bit whispering to the man. "They have invited your men in Captain get me my data." With a nod the man left the bridge running to the rooms that housed the hackers they started to attack the ships database through the open communication's line knowing they would likely only have a short amount of time to do so before the enemy wised up to their actions. The Remnant-class broke away from the dog fight streaking towards one of the escorts for Therapy command they needed to start wearing down the escorts so that they could disable that battlecruiser after all what better prize from a fight than a battlecruiser like that one.

Summary of movements:

4x Squadrons of X-wings move to lightly engage enemy fighter screen.
2x Squadrons Remnant-class multirole fighters with bomber load out head to attack AMS Mustafar
2x K-wing Aerofortress fighter squadrons branch to the left making to hide in the Nebula and use it to get closer to Flagship
3x Squadrons each of T-90 Arrow-class and Venom-class form fighter screen for carrier.
4x Squadrons unaccounted for of unknown type to enemy.
Aedan Miles used asteroid as shield from majority of enemy fire
DRS Kaga turns away as if to flee presenting a narrower profile for enemy targeting.
DRS Kaga Shields 80% Hull 100% Turning 20 degrees to port

Micah Talith · May 29, 2017

https://youtu.be/kEGuHdKn0Lc

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin
Section C
KURGAIN TRAFFIC CONTROL: [member="Magnus Ren"], [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] @Arleen Rossi
Directly gonna engage mah uncle : [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Allies elsewhere: [member="Deacon"] @Kyric Dynt

Keric Dynt said:
"Looks like I am in a maintenance corridor between the sections labeled as B and C on the schematic. I will be heading towards my secondary objective."

[ Rodger, ] Micah replied to [member="Keric Dynt"]. With their own way of getting through the station; be it by slicing into the console or using explosives to make their own path, things were starting to speed up. Of course, nothing ever ends up working the way one wants to. A small beep came from his wrist datalogger. While their suits had some air, passive sensors allowed to monitor their surroundings. Specifically, the fact that the air was slowly starting to thin.

It was either going to be force jettison or someone was going to start venting things. Annoying, but expected.

[ Watch your air -- looks like they are starting to play with the ventilation.] he would warn them, moving through the opening on ahead -- when he gave a slight pause. Swiveling on the ball of his foot, the dark tinted visor swung wind, searching the Force, searching through what another may believe to be nothing there.

Oh kark it.

[member="Vexen"] might have felt it. The brush of the familiar. As the Talith had been given painful, but valuable lessons by none other than the former False God Aatrox throughout his younger years, Micah felt the touch of kin quick.

[ poodoo. ] the Talith gave a curse, knowing full well the sort of power and abilities his uncle utilized. This was going to be ju-uuussst great.

[ Vex! Take Ipsy and Spark -- someone's coming to play. ] Just then a massive shudder went rocking through the station. The Listening Post had been subject to the care of [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] , prompting a series of chain reactions that would blow the area known as the Listening Post, rocking through those sections A and B. The end result and whoever may be there still was up in the air in regards to the damage. It did, however, prompt the Listening Post to shudder and crash down to the Combat Information Center 's sections, sending debris, as well as shrapnel flying through.

[ The kark?]

Great, JUST great, Micah mused. With his saber in hand, he maintained the rear, nodding for the rest of the SIS and Alliance personel to follow [member="Spark Finn"] , [member="Vexen"], and [member="Ipsy"] 's course.

[ Stick to the mission! GO! ]

Turning round, Micah narrowed his eyes behind the HUD. With his Force signature scattered about, he knew that his uncle will eventually make a lovely flashing appearance.

He and his dad sure enjoyed using the trolling ability his mother called 'blinking'. There had been plenty of times in the past when his father would use the power for a rather epic game of hide and seek. Aela had told him that their uncle had used it in the past, it would make sense he would use it here.

Then again, maybe he was wrong...maybe Micah was just being silly.

Tch, yeah right.

Kyrel Ren · May 29, 2017

Allies: [member="Anora Shaw"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] [member="Chron Terix"] @TK- 4261 Strain [member="Asharad Graush"] (Sorry for any tags I have missed)

Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Xel"] [member="Tomas Yarrow"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Aver Brand"]

Gear: In Signature

Kyrel stood his ground as he watched, the tank still kept moving through the smoke and so Kyrel backed up a little to gain some distance. Indeed using the Force to stop that bullet was exhausting, but the dark side gave him all that he needed. The armor of Lord Vader was a wellspring of dark side energy, a mini nexus that fed on his anger and pain. Not to mention the saber that he was wielding increased his power thanks to the Qixoni crystal within it. He was preparing for this, and would not yield to anyone as long as he had the power and will to win.

He spoke begrudgingly into the comlink within the helmet as he kept his eyes on the tank. "No they used a drop shield... Prepare for another run I have this under control." He said as he waited, his saber was deactivated and clipped to his belt. He stood his ground as he said to Anora. "Prepare yourself this will not be an easy fight." He said as if for a moment there was nothing but silence, and the snowflakes continued to fall gently to the ground, there was tension in the air as he waited for what would happen next.

He saw the soldiers that were with her, and saw what looked to have been a figure who fired what looked to be a Disruptor of sorts at the TIE fighter, but Kyrel knew as a former TIE Pilot himself that such weapons would be of little use against a starfighter coming and going at high speeds. He did not hit the target nor seemed to kill the pilot, but merely missed. He then saw his opponent, at last, being on his guard he placed a protection bubble around himself and the Disciple. Then with the Force, his opponent from the tank unleashed a Telekinetic blast towards them, unfortunately for her, she must have thought the Ren were stupid enough to not protect themselves, and so the protection bubble held thanks to the power of the dark side that Kyrel wielded.

He lowered the bubble, and extended both his hands reaching out with the force he focused his will on the drop shield, and with closing his hands he crushed it in an attempt to destroy it or better yet disable it in time for the next strafing run. He then looked back up to the red head as he looked upon her he then spoke. "You know for a coward I was expecting a bit more, you are not the only one who is powerful. I thought you were more than just hiding in a tank, perhaps I may be wrong after all it shows with all that power you must be afraid... Are you? Your daughter whom I trained had a lot more spine than this. Oh wait you disowned her didn't you, you are perhaps a worse being then I am. Now come down from that machine, you won't need it for long." After he was finished calling her out he took a few steps back and waited for his foes next move.

Leora · May 29, 2017

Location: Anoat Space
Objective: Destroy the First Order starfighters
Allies: TBD
Enemies: [member="Nils Brenner"] and [member="Jianna Raas"]
Ship: Rush-class Interceptor [Black; Dual Heavy Laser Cannon Configuration; No Targeting System; Advanced Shield Generator]
Gear: Standard flight suit with Corellian garb beneath, twin lightsabers

In a rush of reversion, a single fighter lanced into the foray around Anoat. The long, sleek craft, colored black, glided smoothly through space at a speed as great as any interceptor could muster. It's shields came online as soon as reversion was complete, heavy laser cannons powering up simultaneously. The ship bore the markings and IFF transponder of the old Echani Compact, though the pilot had already sworn to serve the people of the Galactic Alliance upon his awakening from regenerative slumber. It moved swiftly through the space around the Alliance ships, making its way into the foray, the battle around the space station, the battle for space superiority.

The little starfighter did not transmit any communications or annunciation of its arrival. But as it darted into the fight, it's laser cannons lit up one enemy fighter, and then another, the little ship turning on a dime with precision timing of the engines, blasting another fighter before it throttled to maximum speed and whipped around a larger craft before slipping around and above it to dart in and take an enemy fighter off of one of the Alliances forces. Inside, Kamon breathed a small sigh. Death had been caused by him many times over the years, but at least this time it was warranted. He knew the terror of the old Galactic Empire. This First Order seemed to be no different to him.

"Fighter bearing the markings of the Echani Compact, identify yourself!"

The voice came over the comms and he flicked the channel open briefly.

"Jedi Master Kamon Vondiranach. Here to help. Let's get this mopped up."

Closing off the communications channel, he went back to doing what he was good at. He'd never been one for deep meditation, or focusing on the world around him to such an extent that he could amplify the capabilities of those around him. But what he was good at was fighting and piloting. For now, the latter would have to be enough.

DT-317 · May 29, 2017

Location: Cloud City, Bespin.
Objective: Complete the Mission.

"Move, move, move!"

Alliance fighters screeched by overhead in attack patterns - Carnage Leader said. A trio of other stygian encased troopers ran behind him. Through the halls of the building, they formed a diamond as they moved through transparisteel as if it were styrofoam. It was a covert mission, and just as they turned a corner, close to leaping through another transparisteel window and into the streets below, DT-317's HUD readout civilians were heading to the evac zone that [member="Aran Piett"]'s Star Destroyer was set up.

"Halt!" They couldn't be spotted by the common person, else they'd speak. Even in an emergency, Death Troopers were a marvel, rarely ever seen in public - let alone combat ops.

The civilians passed, and as Carnage Lead shot out the glass to the window, he activated his jump pack throwing him up and onto the closest roof as he slowed to a stop as the other three members of his squad took up position.

"How close are we to our mission point?"

"Almost there, Five Eight Three."

"Isn't this below our typical missions?"

"Nothing is below what High Command orders us for."

"Next building over, we'll enter through the roof and work our way into the basement. Stay sharp - Civilians are more or less evacuated. Activate stun on rifles." Confirming clicks, and then they were off and activating their jump packs again, casting them across the distance between structures for them to climb up and onto the roof of the opposing building.

--

After breaching the roof doorway, when the four black clad Death Troopers entered the emergency staircase, they had attached fibercords to the top rail, and from the weight of both the armour and biologically modified muscle mass bent the rails out of line, but still they kicked off the ledge and were heading down the stairwell and towards the floor far below. Armed with charric rifles strapped over their backs, Six Eight Five noticed first and called out "Contact!"

DT-317 raised his hand, and their progress stopped, hanging suspended in the stairwell at varying levels. Prophet, he had full view of the target [[member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]], Six Eight Five was a level above him while the other two were below them within five levels. Prophet's rifle rose up, vocoder of his helmet speaking out, distorting his natural voice as he was as prone as a hanging figure could be.

"Halt!"

Subject 37 · May 29, 2017

Location: Hyperspace-Hoth
Objective: Bomb The outpost
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]
Enemies: [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]
Ship: B-Wing

The B-wing Burned, but below he could see some of the troopers slowly pulling back.

His heart skipped half a beat as he saw a dozen or so TIE's drop into orbit, half a dozen alerts begans to sound, though from what he could tell none of the fighters headed towards him. Xel frowned for half a moment, glancing towards the other two B-wings in his squadrons. "Form up."

He called over the comms.

There were half a dozen ways that this could go, and in truth none of them really worked out all that well for Ghost Squadron. B-Wings weren't generally known for their dogfighting, especially when in the atmosphere. They could hold their own long enough, they had shields and more powerful weaponry, but they were slow. There was no way they would survive a prolonged engagement, not here. Xel glanced up to see if he could spot any of the fighters.

"Keep targeting the walkers." He frowned, his hands tightening around the switches. "Use Ion cannons to take them out."

He pressed the switch. "Hold the attack run until we see those fighters."

The Pilot shot forward, the B-wing rushing forward in another attack run.

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