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

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant
Objective: Remove Alliance Forces from Hilikan
Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Val Kordova"] | @FO
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Shamira Karuto"] | @GA
Directly Engaging: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: Vibroblade, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, Personal Armor (in sig), Cruentis Cor, Borrowed Saber

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[member="Bryce Bantam"]

Her blade flashed through the air, eyes catching he movement of Brennan as he extended a palm out. A wave of envy and anger rose in her gut as she once again wished she could feel even a semblance of the power he was wielding. Blinded and deafened from her partner in this battle, she was forced to rely on intuition and trust, following through with her attack while the disciple continued to weaken their opponent with the Force.

Crimson and violet clashed, sparks flying as plasma locked, the Jedi effectively parrying her attack. Gritting her teeth against the shock the impact send up her arm, her eyes flashed to the sparks that coalesced in the woman’s free hand. Emerald electricity gathered, a small web growing into a net of power aimed at the brunette, point-blank. Throwing her free arm up in front of her torso and face instinctually, her forearm and hand took the brunt of the attack. Teeth bit into the tender flesh of her lower lip, the sharp tang of copper filling her mouth as she bit back a shout of pain, back arching against the fire shooting through her arm and shoulder. A quick twist of her right hand disengaged her locked blade, stumbling a few steps back as she struggled against the onslaught.

For a moment, her world was bathed in crimson and emerald, pain and light searing into her vision, a handprint mingling with the watercolor tapestry covering her vision.

Why was a Jedi using Force Lightning? An ability honed by those who wished to infli-​

The thought interrupted the overwhelming pain, her blade flashing out in a horizontal swipe, easily dodged, if the Jedi only took a step back. The move intended to distract and disrupt her opponent's attack, gaze flashing up to meet the violet eyes in front of her, mouth turned up in a wicked, knowing smile.

Snippets of conversation and information let slip by the former Jedi [member="Connor Harrison"] aligned in place. During their first meeting on Avalonia, he’d alluded to a loose connection with the darker users of the force, the then Disciple giving it little credence but filing the information away for later. Later had indeed proved useful, as he’d outright admitted to Sith ties in the form of a Lord assisting him in reconnecting with the blanket of power after he’d been rendered similarly nullified, as Ara herself was.

The woman sitting on the ground at Mustafar, Connor stepping up to battle her before either herself or [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] could lay claim. The comments the two women had exchanged deep within the bowels of Vader’s castle, meant to incite jealousy and insinuate a close connection between the two.

Pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, the smirk growing as she resumed a defensive stance, blade held in a guard position across her body. Eyes locked on her opponent’s violet ones, a flash of smugness swimming to their surface. It was time to use her newly acquired information and grab the bull by the horns. Perhaps her gamble would pay off. If she was truly a Sith Lord masquerading as a Jedi, she would be out for blood. Not just Ara’s, but the disciple with her as well. Perhaps it would throw the woman off enough to give them the upper hand.

”Such a dangerous game you play.” She purred.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Jorg"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: Post-vacation
Objective: [insert here]™

It wasn't what he requested, but it worked nevertheless. Yes, they did have a mission to complete but he wasn't going to go out without some clothes on. At least anything to cover below his waistline.

The clone began to put on the pants that Elliot gave to him, trying to be fast about it which caused him to be sloppy. He didn't even know if he was wearing them the wrong or even cared. They were racing against the clock and couldn't wait to fix an irrelevant error such as pants being worn inappropriately. Once the piece of clothing was put on, the soldier got the bottle full of medical pills and took a decent dosage of the legal drugs. The pills were kicking in, but his migraine was still existing in his head.

Shirt, socks, and shoes were on. Canal gave a quick briefing of the main living area of the hotel suite and found one of his pistols and a phrik knife. The captain didn't have his whole equipment and gear on him, but whatever he had on him would serve him well.

The trio of men exited the suite, Canal shortly glancing at the woman that called out to Elliot and then moved on. No time for dealing this right now...or ever.

"This is the last time I go out with you three fethers," the soldier openly announced to his associates.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: Find Armor, Equipment
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Canal"]
Enemies: Alcohol, Women, Hangovers

"Well there's only two of us so that seems fine." Jorg said as he stepped out of the room and headed up their little party.

He wasn't entirely sure what was happening on Bespin now, but he knew that the invasion would have started. His lips thinned as they made their way to the lobby of the hotel room, his eyes dashing from place to place as he looked about and glanced towards the Front Desk. Oddly enough the place seemed to be entirely abandoned, no one was standing in the lobby, no one was at the desk, and no one was even manning the doors. He glanced towards Elliot for a second.

"Evacuation?" He questioned his doors. "They must ha-"

Jorg cut himself off as he spotted something in the corner of the room. Without another word he quickly rushed over towards a small sitting area, poking his head behind the chair and tossing it to the side. He pulled out a datapad, finding that it was half covered in an odd...pinkish substance. "This is Alliance Issue."

He pressed the on button.

"It's mine." A frown pulled at his lips as he tried to wipe off the pink goo, rubbing it on the sofa before he quickly began to scroll through some of the datapads contents. "There's...there's pictures from last night."

Hopefully it'd help them find their equipment.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Pierce flung his TIE into a climb as the shield flickered into life from nowhere. Of course the blasts wouldn't hit; they never did with this lot. Still, it was something to do, so the Captain led the Tauntaun Flight in a steep climb away from the surface, effectively pulling out of range of whatever nonsense the invaders would throw their way. Tauntaun Two and Tauntaun Three had not been aiming to pull the tank; Tauntaun Two's harpoon apparently hit the barrel of the tank's main cannon and locked it in, quickly whipping the elite fighter around at full bore, aiming to pull [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]'s main weapon out of alignment or at least off course. This would likely fail, but as a training opportunity on the new Ithaqua elite fighters, Captain Fortan called it a success.

In any event, if the tank's barrel refused to yield, as of course it would, the pilot would simply disengage the harpoon rather than hover there stupidly, waiting to be shot out of the sky by [member="Aver Brand"]. That pilot would not, at least now, feed the mercenary bloodlust or her ego. Both Tauntaun Two and Tauntaun Three disconnected their cables -- tank gun impacted or not -- and rejoined Tauntaun squadron.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]'s orders came in across the channel. "Already coming around, my lord," he answered professionally. The Captain led Tauntaun Flight on another. "Energy reading on that shield says it's enough to withstand an orbital bombardment," Pierce informed his squadron and Kyrel.

"Too bad we can't test that theory," said Tauntaun Four.

"Cut the chatter," Pierce snapped, although he couldn't help but agree. "Prepare for another strafing run."

 

[Vora Kaar]

Location: Hoth​

Allies: [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"],[member="Hatori Ikari"], [member="Kyrel Ren"],​

Enemies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Chron Terix"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],​

Equipment: Fiber Armor, Lightsaber, Ritual Brand, Blaster​

Apologies if I miss any tags.​

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Why in the hell was he using so much power?

After taking out the engines from the tank, it continued to slide rapidly towards us. Even more so with how someone decided that it was a good idea to try and rip it from the ground with ONLY one TIE fighter. It still made no sense to me. Why would you want to lift the person off the ground, when I had already tried to confine them to it. They were being counter productive. I scoffed at how this lone pilot was trying to aid us, when they had no clue how powerful this woman was. I could already feel her pulsating energy. One that almost seemed to meld together with past experiences, and a connection that would not be lightly broken.

While Kyrel seemed to use some kind of protection field to defend us, he forgot that while he was a being of the force, he could only control so much. He was being so aggressive with his powers and going after this Kerrigan with a lust that I have not seen from him. He was pushing to fast, and too hard on a very thin line. It was like trying to pick up a stick to fight a giant, when he should stay back and wait for the giant to fall. He was trying to control the situation when we were no where near the power to do so.

They had a semi-functional tank. We were on the ground. They had loads of ammo and weapons. Kyrel was using the force to defend instead of using the environment. He was rushing headlong when he shouldn't have been. Yes, he was a teacher of the Knights of Ren, but he was not one person who was smart about battle. After learning for years from my father who had fought for more than double my life time, I knew what my limits were. Kyrel didn't. And that is what would cause us to lose if he didn't stop flaunting himself around.

"Ren, I know you want her head hanging from your hands, but you need to bode your time."

Speaking easily through our communication link alone, not shouting over the wind and the background noise of fighting, I knew only he could hear it. Hell, he was technically facing a master, and one very deadly looking merc on his own at the moment. I was trying to prevent my death while he was rushing into it. Being a Medic, I knew the severity of war and fights. I knew when my body was at it's max and how I should treat each fight, and Kyrel was throwing himself head long into this for the pure sake of fighting them. Wanting to spit words through his mask at them. When he should be saving his breath for one last swing.

Most of the healing was done due to my prowess in accelerating the healing processes. It hurt beyond what I can speak of in words alone. Having my skin and flesh mending back together rapidly was not ideal. However, I focused on the muscles and the blood first. Once that was done, I stood up and drew my lightsaber in a reverse grip, and retrieved my blaster in my left hand.

"They 'hide' in a tank like you do behind your armor. For protection. War is not honorable Kyrel. You should know better. Now, drop the attitude and fight as though your life depends on it."

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant.​

Allies: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]​

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Shamira Karuto"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Abel"]

Objective: Eradicate Galactic Alliance Presence from Hilikan Facility.​

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[member="Taeli Raaf"] had somehow managed to free her arms from his telekinetic hold even with the practice of Altus Sopor, though his hold around the rest of her form still seemed to be intact perhaps through the amplification of his power in the Force. Through such a grasp around the principles of control in the Force, he maintained that hold and watched as [member="Ara Ren"] had closed in, her lightsaber strike being deflected and then the Jedi employing an attack he had not expected from one within the Galactic Alliance's Jedi Order. Streams of electrical currents surged from her fingertips to be flung back in retaliation against the female Ren, Ara of whom sought to protect herself by pulling her arms up around her face and neck in some feeble attempt to defend herself, the smoke that poured around her as the blast hit her seemed to reflect the heat of the Smelting Stations own before Brennan took it upon himself to pull with all his concentration, Taeli off guard to sever the attack turned against his superior. His response would render the Jedi no damage though he sought first the protection of Ara before he himself turned his full focus towards the Jedi Master once again.

”Such a dangerous game you play”​

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Ara Ren spoke out against Taeli, she mimicking Brennan's own thoughts as far as Jedi and such practices were concerned. Perhaps things had changed tremendously since the Enclave upon Svivren had been wiped out by the Sith over a decade ago, yet to see a Jedi going out of their way to use such tactics that held little use other than to render bodily harm to another, it did not remind him of the Order that he had once grown up within. Honestly, perhaps if they had come that far to stray that close to the Darker nature of the Force fueled by ones more intensive passions then perhaps the cruelty of the Sith Empire back then might have been fended off against rather than they killing every person he had cared for, witnessing it all and worse at such a young age. On the other hand, it too reflected the contradiction in their ideology, the hypocrisy in their teachings that Brennan had turned his back on for similar reasons following the Orders failure to protect those most vulnerable, a claim they had always spoken for yet never lived up to in his experience. Hell, blindly attacking Bespin and fueling the war effort as they were, said well enough for the degradation of the Jedi Order's integrity, even without the evidence of such an attack; perhaps it was simply the alarm in seeing such blind ignorance of the old ways thrown out the window when it suited them best. He did not know Taeli Raaf in the least, he could not come to any educated guess based upon her own experiences though it was safe to say that his choice to steer clear of the Jedi and turn to the security of the First Order was a decision that had catered to his best interests.

Without anything to say on his own part, Brennan lunged forward taking two wide spread steps before leaping out at Taeli Raaf, clearing the rest of the distance between them through the air with his right hand drawing back, lightsaber pointed out directed towards the Jedi and before he could come into contact with her, thrusting the Amber blade forward in a stabbing motion. He had released her from the telekinetic hold upon doing his utmost to have saved Ara Ren from a prolonged charge of electricity, the Jedi Master now had the freedom to evade or otherwise step in to meet him head on, she would not be restrained in her ability to defend herself, yet as Brennan came to land again, he brought the lightsaber back closer to him, shifting his weight to his left foot, in front of himself and raising the sword to take hold of the shaft of the hilt in both hands, driving it forward once more in a second stabbing motion with some further strength, his means of handling the lightsaber reverting to the similarities in how one might utilize Djem So, a much stronger form that he sought to take onto the attack against their opponent, intent on keeping her on the move.

 

[Aran Piett]

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FIV Accuser​

Task Force 191​

Objective: Holding Overwatch over Cloud City​

Allies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Hogrum Veed"]​

Enemy: [member=Vilin]​

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The transport craft started to return with the first load of civilians. Once they unloaded the civilians they would be loaded with more troopers and sent back. The ground game would be left to Colonel Eversman, Aran's focus was more getting in contact with the allies in orbit. Meanwhile reports from all fronts were coming in, some of the T-70s were shot down, though from the sound of it, Captain Faust was already in the double digits for kills, however that was mostly because her and her wingman Lt. Hathaway were some of the more skilled pilots that were outside Sabre Squadron. Colonel Eversman's forces hadn't been engaged yet, but they were itching for a fight. Things seemed to be going in favor of the First Order, but Aran as well as the rest of the bridge crew didn't want to say it.​

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"Sabre Squadron this is Accuser ATC, I request a report on status, so far you are the only ones not reported in yet."​

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Aran could hear Commander Ferguson calling out to Sabre Actual. Though he knew Sara would be okay, a small hint of worry washed over him. It wasn't like her to skip a report, however it could be she was engaged.​

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"Commander Halsey, send a message to all ground forces, let them know we are on stand by for any support they need."​

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"Aye sir sending message."​

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With the message sent, it would be to the discretion of the ground forces if they needed support fire from the Accuser, or any of her support craft. Hopefully it wouldn't be needed but if it was, Aran would have to make sure of the coordinates. This was to minimize civilian causalities.​

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Name	Class	Shields	Status	Squadrons
FIV Accuser	Custom Resurgent-class	100%	Holding position, evacuating	4 squadrons T-70 X-Wings - 4 T-70s, 2 squadrons TIE/sf Mk2, 2 squadrons TIE/in
FIV Resolute	Victory MkII	100%	Behind Accuser	500
Zenith	Hammerhead-class	100%	Picket	200
Pinnacle	Hammerhead-class	100%	Picket	200

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Space Station – Deck B – Some Hallway
Allies: GA, [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Deacon"] [member="Keric Dynt"][member="Ipsy"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] etc
Objective: Escape said hallway and Find the homies
Equipment: SI-HD Armor, Multi-Weapon Elite Model tool, a pair of blasters with extra energy cells, Vital Communication Security Monitor First Order Issued (Loot from incapacitated Trooper)

Making her way through the wall provided some difficulty but she eventually made it through. Though before she could dance in excitement she came face to face with a small group with their blasters pointed her way. A slight wave and she quickly picked up that they were friendlies. “Allyson, uh Lucky, 13, SIS?” She ran through everything she could think of that would label her as a SIS agent and part of the Galactic Alliance. Even more so, the armor she wore had already lost the hologram of the Stormtrooper.

Pleasantries were going to have to wait. The ground shifted and she felt a trembling in the station. This wasn’t going to be a good thing. Before she could say anything, the ground under them and the ceiling began to crack and then finally crumble. Cursing, Allyson focused once more on the armor (using Mechu Deru again) and did her best to use her body to shield those around her. Grabbing the nearest person, [member="Deacon"] she held them close as the floor gave away. Holding onto the man, she used her free hand to brace herself with the fall.

There was a ringing that came after the explosion and the collapsing levels. Allyson felt a daze as she had a hard time focusing her vision. Everything settled and she opened and closed her mouth making a rather obnoxious noise “Momp Momp Momp” It took only a few moments for her ears to finally pop and she could hear again – for the most part. Looking towards the man she had held onto, she smirked and held up a finger. “You owe me a drink now~” Standing, she moved to help the others stand and clean up. The Agent would tend to any wounds anyone had and then turned towards Deacon, “Any idea where we are?”

 

[Adder]

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Location: Tractor Beam Generator Control
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Shamira Karuto"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"]
Enemies: FO
Gear: Bio, yer regular ole flight suit
NPC: Amadalia Vyrn


Back when she’d hacked into the mainline – quite literally hacked – Adder hadn’t merely patched the Marshal into the communications network of Bespin. She’d stolen information too, insofar as taking what was freely floating around was stealing.

A number of useful tidbits in there, some personally interesting – still others, pertaining to her current mission. Most notably this was the evacuation map of the generator facilities. The whole city was a Forcedamned maze, and the redhead refused to waste any more time wandering down the wrong corridors.

The second relevant bit of data was rather more nebulous in nature. It was a name. Amadalia Vyrn.

On the ride down – she’d hijacked a cargo lift – Adder consulted the holonet for more information on the woman. She’d come up as tied to the tibanna trade on Bespin. Still. The cop frowned, scrunching her nose at the image.

Something was… off. The edge to her smile, maybe. She was no Space mage, but she’d always had a feeling for people.

This woman wasn’t people.

Sighing the nagging whispers away, Adder resolved to compose a message once she was inside the generator control proper. With the help of the map, this occurred not five minutes later. A satisfying hiss led a satisfied redhead into the most sacred of chambers.

Hydrospanner in one hand and a MicroThrust computer spike in the other, Adder was ready to face the challenge.

StrtCrypt;
StrtTrans;
RecTrans = Gabriel Sionoma;
ContTrans:
{
“Inside Tractor Beam Generator Control.”;
“Will update with progress.”;
}
EndTrans;
EndCrypt;

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Objective: Protect the bombers and help alliance ground troops
Location: Outpost Veers
Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108324-dauntless-class-x-wing/
Allies: [member="Xel"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: FO [member="Pierce Fortan III"] @ishana pavaros

One half-arsed run on Bubba tank belonging to: [member="Null"] fiver [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Selene Sinclaire"]

The red headed-teen pulled sharply up, after sending a volleying blast of laser fire at the enemy tank from reports on the ground. It was a quick, strafing run before Korr's voice echoed in her head. There was more trouble on the ground.

The cockpit display lit-up, as what looked like a portable shield blossomed to life below. Freckled-face scrunched together as she followed the....

::On your wing:: her fighter slid next to the Jedi master's. ::Was that a...cable on my sensors?::

Hazels widened slightly as she caught a glimpse of the enemy fighters. She'd never seen that model of TIE before. Fingers gripped the controls a bit tighter. These were capable pilots. The teen could spot someone cut from the same cloth even if they were on the other side.

Finger switched the comms back to Xel and his squadron for a hot second. "We'll try to engage the fighters. Watch your six, though." Korr would probably feel the teen's nerves off his starboard side. Her shields were holding and her weapons were hot as they streaked closer, cutting through the cold, crisp skies.

 

[Isar Kislo]

Enroute to Outpost Veers
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

The kid wasn't engaging in his first combat action with the Galactic Alliance, just the first Aeron likely knew of. It mattered little. When Aeron had finished speaking, Isar rolled his eyes slightly. "Thanks for the sermon." Aeron could have summed up the actual answer to all of his questions by simply saying. Nah man. We're just gonna do it live. Which, very accurately, was what they were doing.

The moment she cried out for Tsuki, Isar turned his head to regard the other member of their trio before shifting his gaze back to Aeron. "I'll be on the comm. You two have fun on the bottom." For good measure, Isar offered Aeron a playful wink before firmly slapping her on the butt, armor or not. "Go get 'em tiger. I'll see you at the after party." A playful wink accompanied the comments.

Seemingly without a care in the world, Isar turned and began walking back towards the cave's entrance as his expression grew serious. Adjusting the heavy white cloak that he wore over his vanguard armor, Isar approached a Tauntaun that was tied up against part of an ice formation. Now...Isar didn't really do pets, but he did know something about how to interact with wild animals. From the best vantage point for the Tauntaun, Isar approached and waited nearby before the creature's curiosity had been sated. A soft pat to the animals neck and he moved to release the reins from the ice formation and sling it back over the creature's head.

Once he'd mounted the creature, he lowered his profile and pulled the hood over his head. It would help to keep his face shielded as well as obscure the reality, from a distance, that anything was riding the beast. Isar didn't want to approach Outpost Veers en masse or with any real sort of tech. There was enough chaos happening in the vicinity of the outpost, and he'd appointed himself a rather specific objective.

Seconds later, he emerged in the wilderness of Hoth headed for Veers.

 

[H3xle]

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LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member="zark"], [member="cathul thuku"], [member="silara varis"], Galactic Alliance, Freedom
ENEMIES: [member="achim veers"], [member="carlyle rausgeber"], [member="aedan miles"], [member="t'yr dellos"], First Order, Fascism
UNKNOWN: [member="ashin varanin"]

ENGAGING: [member="carlyle rausgeber"] and [member="t'yr dellos"]

FLEET

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ANS Argent Dawn - Hull | Shields
PFS Ironclad - Hull | Shields
PFS Stormwall - Hull | Shields
ANS Resolute - Hull | Shields
ANS Firebird - Hull | Shields
ANS Remember Eriadu - Hull | Shields

"Aye Ma'am, will comply. Be advised to watch the Shambhala. Their Captain may appear to be a civilian, but she is dangerous."

"Very good." She replied, her voice curt, but professional.

"Priority signal from Admiral Vilin. They say that no reinforcements are required at Bespin, the situation is well in hand." The communications officer reported. "Security signs authenticated. We are also receiving showing a priority signal, signed by Grand Marshal Omai Rhen, ma'am."

"Very good, pla..." Alexandra began.

"Contact bearing One Four Three, declination One One. Showing a massive fighter swarm..." The sensor officer said, interrupting. "I'm seeing K-Wings in the mix as well, but they are painting as not friendlies. They are engaging Admiral Thuku's formation."

"Redirect the fighter screen she gave us to assist. Play the Omai Rhen message on my monitor." She ordered. "Get me bearings on those fighters."

She kept a part of her attention on the Omai Rhen message, but had already made up her mind about what to do with it.

"More contacts, same area, pulling out of the nebula cloud. They are engaging Therapy Command as well, though not fully committed."

Alexandra nodded, then turned to the communications officer.

"Reroute the Omai Rhen message to play on all known First Order military and governmental channels. Leave the civilian channels alone until the Shambhala can get them out of the system..." She ordered, noting the action that Captain [member="ashin varanin"] was taking.

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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.

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“Good day, citizens of Bespin, Cloud City and Ugnorgrad. My name is Omai Rhen...and I am the Grand Marshall 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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"Message from Admiral Thuku..."

"Play it."

"To all Alliance units, the enemy is advancing: this is where pew-pew begins"

Alexandra couldn't help but grin. She checked the plot to see how best to reorganize her assets to assist Admiral Thuku when she saw plumes from missiles seemingly erupting from the Shambhala.

"Missiles reported, heading for the nebula." The sensor officer reported, seeming confused. "I'm not seeing anything along that vector..."

"Five, six, seven....ten..." Alexandra said as she looked at the plots. "That's too many..."

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Her chief of staff said, leaning in.

"That's too many missiles. The Shambhala looks like a heavily modified version of the Laureate, a vessel built by Theed Hangars on my home planet. My mother invests heavily in Theed, she wanted me to become a science ship captain rather than a naval officer, if I was going to be flying around in space at all. Those are assault sized munitions, even if it was just Captain Varanin in that ship, you'd barely be able to fit ten of them into that hull." She looked at the plot again. She didn't know what was being shot at, and she was even less sure what was doing the shooting. "The First Order has to have stealth ships in the area. Have Resolute, Firebird, and Remember Eriadu turn and support Admiral Thuku. Have them flank the second force coming out of the nebula. Turn Argent Dawn and the Phoenix Fleet ships towards the Shambhala. Focus active scans behind, above, below, and to the sides of it..." She said, wishing she'd had the presence of mind to deploy her sensor array. It was hellish to defend in the kind of combat she'd been expecting, and she hadn't thought they'd try to bring in stealth ships too.

"Resolute Vengeance is firing, looks like they are engaging the forces attacking Admiral Thuku's force, with one MAC aimed and firing at Shambhala."

Alexnadra gritted her teeth. She couldn't very well order the Captain to cease firing as the plots looks incriminating for the Shambhala if one didn't look too closely, and if one didn't know Theed Hangar's hulls very well. Theed Hangar was the pride of Naboo, but outside of the Crown's influence it was just another shipwright company with a penchant for scanning everything it could see, and at least half of the stuff it couldn't.

"Confirmed, keep our guns quiet for now, and get me as accurate a plot on those missiles as you can." She said, looking back to the plot. "On second thought, have our weapons take out those missiles, least time intercept." She ordered. Something tickled the back of her mind, but she had enough on her plate without chasing it down.

Actions

Spoiler

1) Resolute, Firebird, and Remember Eriadu are engaging the FIV Malice under [member="carlyle rausgeber"]
2) Argent Dawn, Ironclad, and Stormwall are looking for Maalraas Nobilis under [member="t'yr dellos"]

 

[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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Having stood behind the Knight, Magnus, Aralu had been protected from the blast of Force Energy. He'd felt the residual force pass his body, the cool chill of the air sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel it now. The excitement, the adrenaline - The Force. From where he stood behind, the Zabrak's grip on the haft of his weapon tightened. His acute perception caught the Jedi's movement as she stabbed towards Magnus, though he was unable to assist, the man's body between he and the Jedi, though as he watched the scene unfold and stepped forward he witnessed a flicker of movement from the blue skinned man beside her. His dark hair and flesh-tone spoke of the Chiss, though his body seemed.. warped, scarred - something else in the mix.

​It took him a mere millisecond to respond, the muscles in his arm tightening as he propelled his staff forwards. The bright blade stabbed at his fellow Knight's knee, or at least towards where it would intersect the strange creature's weapon. It took the heuristic processors only a handful of microseconds further to identify the strange weapon, displaying the information on the Disciple's HUD - an amphistaff. *Vong.*

The thought was momentary, nothing more than an identifying statement in Aralu's brain space. Arm extended, he anticipated the contact his blade would have with the creature though its effect he left to the fates. Action would always beat reaction - one of the fundamental truths of any engagement, any action. It was with this understanding that he activated the shield gauntlet, the oval barrier snapping to life on his left forearm. He tucked it in close to his body, maximizing the protection it granted. It would provide him the time to react should an unexpected attack come in from his left as he extended his weapon. Accompanying his strike, a low snarl.

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Gear:

Spoiler

• Armour of Ren
• RX-1 Helmet
• Shield Gauntlet
• Lightsaber Pike (Brilliant white blade)
• Lightsaber Shoto (Brilliant white blade)

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Name	Class	Shields	Status	Squadrons
ANS Viperous	Custom MC60 Cruiser	100	Long range fire at Beverage	N/A
ANS Dauntless	Peregrine	100	Flanking Viperous	2 Squadron Sprite-class X-Wing, 1 Squadron K-Wing, 1 Squadron D-Wing
ANS Shriek	Strike	100	Flanking Viperous	2 Squadron Dauntless class, 4 U-Wing gunships, 2 Inimica class gunships
Epsis	Subversion	100	Bespin Clouds	Wraith Squadron, 1 Squadron Cloaked U-Wings
Subversion	Subversion	100	Bespin Clouds	Spectre Squadron, 1 Squadron U-Wing Gunships

Spoiler: fighter links

Sprite X-Wing
Dauntless class X-Wing
K-Wing Aerofortress
D-Wing Fast Bomber
U-Wing anti-fighter gunship
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"2 Squadrons OS-G2 Knights
Two Inimica-class Gunships"

Allies: [member="Raze Lyter"]
Objective: Hold Bespin orbit
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Hogrum Veed"]

Vilin narrowed his eyes as the enemy cruiser started to accelerate. It wasn’t a rapid vessel by any means. As slow and ponderous as a Star Destroyer. However, Bespin was behind them which effectively put the Alliance force ‘downhill’ of the First Order fleet.

“Hail Lyter, suggest they hold position and let them come to us. It might be worth getting some bombers in behind that destroyer and finishing her engines and bridge.”

“Our fighters sir?”

“No Lieutenant, keep ours in reserve for now. I don’t want a force from Bespin catching us out. I want to get a fully volley in on that vessel before it makes its pass. Fire torpedoes.” Vilin called. The ship once more reverberated as the missiles were fired. They streaked away towards the target. Two high yield torpedoes would head for the Redemption. With all the disruptor noise it was a bit of a chance to see if they broke through, but the frigate had poor point defences and it would at least let the captain know they were in the fight. Four more disruptor torpeoes headed for the victory-class destroyer. Barely noise above the hammering Lyter was giving them. Finally four interdictor torpedoes would attempt to slid through and go off behind the Devastator. They were mild gravimetric charges. Vilin hoped they would add a little drag to the cruiser’s engines to counteract the pull of the gas giant for a short while. At the least they might disrupt any attempts from a First Order ally to drop in on the same vector and pull up alongside the Devastator. Vilin had yet to realise how many ships the First Order had been integrating HIMS into recently.

The long range guns continued to fire on the corvette. As far as the Devaronion was concerned keeping the ship turned away from the fire was better than having it close on them. It opened a nice hole for fighters and bombers. The rest of the Viperous’ significant batteries turned and locked onto the Devastator. Up close the Viperous packed a significant punch. Batteries of four rotated on their mounts and adjusted their aim, ready to fire on the enemy ship as soon as she breached weapon’s range.

“Captain Amadgenar?” Vilin opened a channel to the Sub-version class vessels.

“Yes sir.” The large, dark-skinned native of Haruun Kal appeared before him.

“Are you secure enough to leave the clouds?”

“So far they’ve left us alone and concentrated on Cloud City. We have a solid fighter screen in place.”

“Advance to our altitude, keep your hyperdrive running incase you need to make an emergency jump,” Vilin replied. The advanced stealth frigates had hyperdrives capable of running quiet or working close to gravity wells.

“Acknowledge.”

Down in the clouds the bridges of the two stealth carriers emerged from the clouds. As they tilter back the light caught on the glass of the bridge. Both tilted back and turned away from cloud city. The clouds billowed upwards as their main engines fired and they started to move towards Vilin’s position.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Allies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | Plus a lot of others that aren't really nearby, but I don't want Fiolette to blow me up. <3 u boo
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Ipsy"]
Objective: Family Reunion

Or...maybe not. As Micah and his merry band of infiltrators went about their efforts, the aura of the Force around them would thicken considerably. Eventually, a strong pressure would develop in the void, indicative of someone or something drawing on a massive amount of energy to manipulate time and space through the Force. In the next several seconds, the point of origin for the sensation and thus Cameron's arrival point would become clear to those that deigned to pay attention.

The newfound knowledge would be made near useless perhaps another second later as a loud crack accompanied the bright flash of blue-white tendrils of energy directly between Micah and the other three. As a resultant effect, a large blast of force energy would erupt from the epicenter of the newly arrived cloaked figure. The effect, similar to Force Repulse, did cause the bulkheads of the corridor to buckle and expand slightly. Once the effects of Cameron's arrival had dissipated, the currents of the Force immediately stabilized.

His deep voice was the next thing to roll forward as he face his young nephew. "Hello, nephew."

Not to be forgotten, Spark received her own wordless greeting. It came in the form of images of the two of them projected directly into her brain, none of them true, all of them extremely sexually explicit.

Micah would notice a familiar thin smile beneath the veil of darkness provided by the hood of Cameron's cloak. It was not, however, directed at the boy.

 

[Magnus Ren]

Location: FIS Kuragin,​

Allies: [member="Aralu Sar"]​

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

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The Knight of Ren moved as if he were a creature of prey, though a relatively large one as he surged forwards through the hallway towards the Jedi and her strange companion. She wasn't that affected by the force throw and neither was her comrade by the looks of it, though this was no time to wonder as to why, or be disappointed. Now, they were entering his element.

Close combat.

No attack came for the Jedi, instead he merely continued forwards, violet saber in his right hand lifting across his body to parry the jab that was sent for his left armpit. Although it was a jab, the guiding motion of his wrist pushed it down, and the Jedi would be forced to sacrifice ground for her to actually bring the staff back into a position of defense.

And with his right shoulder, he weaved the Force around him, as if it were a shield, though it was entirely physical in the way that it enhanced the strength into which he sought to body slam the Mirialan Jedi Knight away from him and across the floor - or land on some corpses, it didn't actually matter what she landed on.

"All within the Order are free to do as they please." Though if the Knight of Ren spoke of the Order of Ren, or the people that lived within the borders of the First Order, wasn't actually emphasized. Regardless, his answer applied to both, even if it at best, loosely answered her question. Magnus wasn't of the mind to allow her to get to whatever point she wanted to.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Hilikan Incineration Post​

Objective: Hold them up and Educate​

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

Enemies: First Order​

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​

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Well that had worked better than she thought, but apparently she needed to educate the girl. She may have come to the right conclusion, but Taeli was certainly going to dissuade her of that notion. Her horizontal slash came just as the male let go his hold, launching himself forward to stab her. She took a step back, pivoting as she did... and the second blade of her lightsaber ignited to catch the boy's blade and deflect it away. To play along with the girl's words though, she tilted her head in confusion.

"Not sure what game you're talking about, my dear," she replied, deflecting the second attack of the boy. This was getting troublesome, she would need to eliminate one of them at least. It was no Pyrrhus and his apprentice, but she would prefer to deal with them one at a time. Still, seemed her gambit was working when the message started to play from above, around them, and echoing in from outside.

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

"Oops," Taeli said, still staying in a defensive posture with her lightsaber flickering in a complicated pattern in the Soresu style of defense that had pioneered several thousand years ago by another practitioner of the double bladed lightsaber. She wanted them to come in closer, just a little more. Let them think she had resorted to her double blade because she felt overwhelmed.

 

[Progflaw99]

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General Terrain | Hoth​

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

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

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Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Aela Talith"]
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[ THEME ]​

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The biting wind buffeted the Knight as he hugged his body close to the speeder bike. Having been much better equipped for the cold, he still felt it - the frigid, even deadly temparatures of Hoth cutting through the outermost layers of his clothing. There it stopped. Able to focus on the environment around him, aided by the complex system embedded in his helmet, Castor was able to gain some ground, closing the distance between their quarry - but too far to do much. *Much.*

Eyes dancing with flame behind the dark reflective visor of his helmet, Castor's jaw tensed as the small blaster cannon on his speeder bike barked to life. Crimson beams of light shot forth, chewing into the frozen surface of Hoth as he brought the cannon to bear on Jamie's heading. Several bolts flew past on her left, then her right. Despite his personal aptitude for weaponry, Castor's helmet tracking gear was overloaded, the thick blanket of snow disrupting an accurate aim assist. Looking quickly over his shoulder to ensure his ally was close behind, he doubled down - urging the speeder bike faster.

His gaze was drawn upwards, a dull thrum filling the air, punctuated by short spats of las-cannon fire. Streaks of multi-colored light filled the air. *And so the Alliance has arrived* It was urgent then. More urgent than it had been even moments ago - with the Alliance close it was pertinent they apprehended their prey. The Knight had gained ground on their quarry but even so she weaved and shook them at every turn, every outcropping. Eyeing the mountains ahead, Castor imagined her plan. There in the mountains tracking her would be more difficult, the snow harder, turned to ice. It would make following her simple spray trail near impossible.

An afterthought as the pair of Ren shot after the escaped Jedi - there was more than just the weather on the surface of Hoth. In the mountains, in the crags and crevices, dwelled creatures hardened to the chill, vicious in their survival. Wampa, Talz - and others. Firing off another salvo of blaster bolts at the rear profile of the Jedi's speeder he leaned in even closer to the body of his speeder.

Gear:

Spoiler

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

 

[Zark San Tekka]

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Location: FIS Kuragin, Deck C Remnants
Objective: Get Saved By Ally's Strong Protective Arms
Allies: GA, [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Ipsy"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Magnus Ren"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Aralu Sar"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Holographic Disguise Armor
Utility Belt
Browncoat Datalogger
Stealth Blaster
Light Paddle
Vibrorapier
Multiweapon
Directed Charge (5)

“Allyson, uh Lucky, 13, SIS?”

Deacon cocked his head to the side, as if to express puzzled alarm, when in reality far more than Miss Locke's call sign was currently scrolling down the agent's heads up display out of the corner of his eye. Still, the distorted obsidian of his SIHD suit's domed visor betrayed no emotion whatsoever one way or the other, and it was hard for a guy like Desmond Darksword, who had not only a natural aptitude but received years of specialized training in anti-mind probing techniques, to resist messing with students with the Force every once in a while. Still, it was a moment he could not allow to linger, as Aurek Team's ghost suits had no such technical readouts, and the deadly intent they were on the verge of display was likely all too detectable for the young woman now crawling out of the hole in the wall she'd made in front of him.

"Agent Locke," he acknowledged, lowering his stealth blaster and raising his hand to ward off the Irregulars. "Age-"

The Hapan didn't have a chance to get any further before with a loud roar the world underneath him seemed to wholly disintegrate. Taking several full seconds to realize the sudden and painfully vicelike grip of the girl was the only thing keeping him from falling away into oblivion. The rest of Aurek Team had not been so lucky. Wrenching himself around in her grip, heedless of any resentful protests that may issue forth, Deacon drew his light paddle from his belt in a fluid motion and began targeting his fellow team members. Complex geometric calculations whirled through his slightly updated cerebral cortex, and despite the sheer entropy all around them landed precise shots underneath each Irregular, arresting their falls temporarily into something a little less deadly. Several he had to hit twice, yanking them back from a terminal descent like a yo-yo. One he missed, and could not bear to watch the gruesome consequences. The last shot, he saved for both himself and his fellow agent.

Even with Allyson's efforts to brace herself with the fall, it hurt.

When Deacon came back to his senses, she was standing over the him and the other groaning commandos, "You owe me a drink now."

"Granted," he wheezed, before rising unsteadily to his feet and dusting himself off a little, "As I was saying. Agent Deacon, we have mutual friends. This is Aurek Team, or what's left of them. Except Rigsy over there, he's all from Besh that made it out of the Orbalisk. Say hello boys."

There was a chorus of battered sounding 'hellos'.

"Any idea where we are?"

"Looks like...Section C, their CIC? Or what's left of it," he speculated as he glanced around, "Then again, that part looks a little like the Rotunda, which is a section below."

Mentally, he was already assessing the potential for data recovery in any of the blown out electronics around him. The results were not looking promising. Digging around in some of the technological debris, his suit's scans seemed to suggest that any intel had apparently been completely wiped away, along with practically everything else. The Imperials sure must have strict protocols about this kind of stuff, the SIS agent speculated, as the story had been much the same on practically every previous encounter they had had with the First Order.

"Mission accomplished?" he said half-jokingly, giving an exaggerated shrug to the arms and shoulders to accentuate his tone, "There's still probably whole sections of the station still hostile, not to mention all their fething human shields below. Forgive my language, ma'am. I just mean the job's not done."

Deacon's own reconnaissance through the station wreckage had finally yielded what he was looking for. Prying open a door off to the side, he disappeared into a small chamber.

"One moment!" he called behind him.

A First Order stormtrooper emerged from the same door, and reflexively Aurek Team drew their stealth blasters on him.

"Relax," Deacon said, holding up his ivory gauntlet-ed arms, "Its just me. Figured there'd be a supply closet with a spare chassis my suit could scan on this level somewhere. What do you guys think, press on or try and double back through more of this wreckage, see if anyone else from the insertion team made it?"

 

[Kenth Typho]

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

Locke's eyes were glued to something else, while Jorg was fetching his datapad.

Specifically to the giant-sized form of Grand Marshal Rhen on the holographic billboard. His voice was calm, but carried through the entire region with no difficulty whatsoever. Every once in a while there was moderate interference; his form blurring and buzzing, before solidifying itself once again when frequencies were bolstered. The farther he went into his speech, the moment he left the script and started speaking from the heart- Locke felt it.

The seething desire to do some good, while he could.

"Yeah, well, let's make a pact right now." Elly responded over his shoulder. He left the sight of the staunch Jedi Master behind and returned to the other two guys.

They were already looking at the datapad. Neither of them had the courage yet to actually enable it and start watching though, which didn't surprise him immensely. Looking at them all, looking at the trashed apartment and feeling his reset nose... it wasn't exactly something he wanted to see either right now.

"We look at them once, then we never speak of it again."