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

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

As Keric neared the access point for the secure jefferies tubes, tubes that would allow him access to more secure areas then the external maintenance hallways, he felt a thrill of adrenaline as something shouted DANGER to his mind. Like opening your eyes after having them covered for months, his force senses were more sensitive than he remembered. The spike of adrenaline kicked his brain into lizard mode, and his hand shot out with his lightsaber. The smokey blade cut through the bulkhead, then the force energy he quickly applied ripped open the secret entrance. He leaped into the tube just as the explosions above went off. Thanks to the artificial gravity on the station, he was pulled away from the explosions at an acceleration that quickly approached terminal velocity, aided by his force augmented leap down the tube.

He could hear and feel the explosions above him, and the concussion of parts of the station collapsing upon others.

Before the din stopped, he knew he had to arrest his fall and take stock. He somersaulted and ignited his jet pack for a quick burn to slow him, then magbooted his feet to the sides of the tube. He quickly moved to the space behind the ladder on the tube, as debris rained down. He was struck by a few pieces, but his armor held, leaving only a bruise along the back of his left side ribs.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings, and found a network connection running alongside the tube on the schematic he'd pulled. It came closest about twenty feet below him. Keric/Phade grabbed the ladder and released his magboots, sliding down the distance before re-setting himself. He shut off and slid his lightsaber back into it's sheath, then went about opening the panel that the network junction was behind. He decided that with the station blowing up, it was time for speed over caution. He'd not come up against anything more than stormtroopers and autoturrets. He reached into the panel and laid his hand on the network junction. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated. He slid into the junction using his mechu deru. He took a nanosecond to reorient the way it appeared to his mind, doing away with the code for visual representations. Aided by the force, and his own imagination, Keric/Phade began to slip from system to system.

He doubted that the First Order was blowing up their station with them in it, which meant that it was likely remote detonations happening. That meant that before anything else, external communication needed to be killed. Technology could do it externally, with enough time and a big enough transmitter to scramble control channels. Slicing could do it internally, though that would be seen quicker than you could say 'Punch it Chewie'. Mech deru allowed him to do it without needing to worry about stealth. The only reason he tried not to do it was to not rely solely on the force to aid him. Such was how many force users fell, trusting in something other then their own skills. He'd spent the last while living as a non force user, but extreme times called for relying on the Force once again.

Keric/Phade found the secure system that controlled the external communications. He slid his awareness into it, and set about closing off external connections. He wasn't fully aware of the extent of the damage up above, he didn't know that the listening post was destroyed. He figured someone watching something up there would notice something quickly, as they were fully tuned into the external communications arrays per the little intel they had on the stations. Keric pushed on, waiting to have to combat someone with admin privileges with the power of the force in closing off external comms and keeping them shut down.
 
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Allies: None Nearby - [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Location: Hoth Wildlands

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mPd_SDAryQ​
A lover not a fighter, on the front line with a poem
Come on, come on. Through the sheet of white blanketing the horizon, the snow capped peaks of the range ahead marked her destination. A way to evade Castor and his companion. The only way to escape them, in fact. The comlink in front of her crackled, a voice breaking through the white noise, further muffled by the roar of the engine and the whipping of wind around her. "J--mie. T-s is Ae-a. -f you -an hear --, fol-w --- brac--et." The blonde leaned forward, an attempt to respond to her would-be rescuer, when the echo of blaster file erupted around her. Sparks and flashes of red cascaded from left to right, crashing into the snow and sending up sprays of melted ice and splashes of white powder into her field of vision and face. A quick turn of her head allowed her the moment of clarity through the storm to see the very perturbed Knight of Ren in pursuit, all semblance of restraint having seemingly been lost by this point. Had she anything to throw into his path that would have been her next course of action. However, the current situation did not permit her the ability to do so, and so she continued on, attempting in her own vain way to avoid being hit by the blaster fire.

And while the Force was her ally, permitting her the reflexes necessary to not be shot square in the back, it was not her speeders ally. Zipping the vehicle to the left as she broke into a small valley between two mountains she felt a violent shake, followed by a small detonation just behind her. Instantly the smell of burning metal permeated the fresh air around her, and a loud CRACK broke the otherwise steady ambience of her surroundings. Another quick look back indicated her fear. A stray shot had landed, and power was beginning to wane from the speeder. Off to her right Jamie spotted a series of small caves, the mouths of which were large enough to accommodate a speeder, hopefully meaning there was also a way out on the other side.

It was a gamble she was forced to make. With little time for anything else Jamie tried to get but a single word to Aela. "Caves."

With a sharp pull on the controls the vehicle banked to the side, the sudden shift in direction a small detour from where Aela had directed Jamie to follow, but one she was in need of making given the circumstances at hand. Slowing down to more carefully navigate through the network of tunnels, the woman eventually came to a stop, abandoning the bike after it was obvious that it would no longer be able to fit. Instead she purposefully blocked the path before hopping off in order to force her chasers to abandon their own speeders.
 
Location: Hoth Wildlands
Objective: Save the Padawan
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Ship: The Sneaky McSneakyface

Aela jumped from her chair as the word rang through her. Her eyes narrowed, her fingers gripped the Piltos chair, her lips thinned. "There."

She pointed to a small ravine located just south of the mountains. The area wasn't well explored upon the map, but scans showed there were several dozen caverns and caves spotted throughout the whole of the mountain range. The message Jamie had sent was pretty clear, and although she was setting off on the opposite side there would be ample time to reach her padawan. She turned as The Sneaky Mcsneakyface bucked and headed towards the ravine.

Without another word she stalked from the bridge.

"I'm going alone." She told the Legionnaire that followed behind her. "I want you and the others to secure the area, don't do anything obvious and keep the ship hidden as best as you can."

The more of them went after Jamie the more likely the First Order would spot them. Aela wasn't exactly the stealthiest Jedi in the Order, in fact she was more of a bantha in a china shop, but there was a snow storm. From one of the hooks she grabbed a thick thermal jacket, pulling it around herself before pulling a survival pack from the wall as well. She scowled, securing the leather holster on her hip and ensuring that her lightsabers didn't fall loose due to the wind. "I'll send a ping when we get close."

The Sneaky McSneakyface shifted one more time, and suddenly shook as its landing struts touched the cold surface of Hoth.

Aela took a deep breath, glancing towards the two soldiers standing near her. They watched her in silence, giving her a nod as she turned away and slapped the small button besides the door. A moment later the ramp lowered, revealing a brief, but noticeable gap within the cloak. There was no pause as she bounded out the door and onto the cold surface of Hoth. A moment later the door closed behind her, no trace of The Sneaky McSneakyface left behind.

The Jedi Master glanced back, then quickly headed towards the nearest cavern opening.
 
Objective: Stop blushing and push onward into the station
Allies: [member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Deacon"]
Enemies: FO Only tagging those who are directly engaging or have tagged me for engaging [member="Cameron Centurion"] <----- #omgee!!!!
Location: Anoat Space Station

She was close to the other door, crouching and shuffling her way further into the station when there was a sudden burst of outward energy. The hairs on her thin arms stood up beneath those suits on her skin. Blue-eyes widened beneath glass lenses as she felt herself go airborn. Protective bubble went up at her back, saving her gangly-form from being smashed like a stick into the corridor wall.

The slicer landed on her bony-butt. #graceful

Glasses sat lopsided down her freckled nose. And she saw his half-blurry outline. Cameron Centurion. #SithLordlikestotroll

Just as quickly, she found her mind being bombarded with....images. Crouching on the floor, palms quickly came up to cradle her head as her eyes squeezed closed in silent, mortified agony. There was a bed with silken sheets, her pale limbs were mixed in against his dark skin and she could feel....

#nononono

Mental walls slammed up. She'd learned from Carach, himself. What Cameron didn't know was that as a padawan, Spark had been technovirused by Carach, the Sith Lord. Her mind had been fortified against attacks from that experience but her emotional state was something else entirely. Even though the mental manipulation had only lasted a few seconds, with images that only made her cheeks flare redder than the twin suns of Tatooine, she was deeply shaken from what the attack actually was and reminded of past scars and traumatic events.

With mental walls up, blonde-haired head finally lifted, tears streaming down her hot cheeks. Mind reached for the second set of doors and went to force them open with mechu-deru. This would take them to the lift, if successful. And if her shaking like-a-leaf form could get up off the floor and stop staring at Cameron's back. And stop thinking about what she'd seen and what it lead to and all she'd lost as a padawan.

#Micah'sUncle

"Vexen, help," she whispered. She needed help moving.
 
Objective: Defend and fight
Allies: [member="Atham'aali'kema"] [member="Micah Talith"] (FYI)
Enemies: FO [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"]
Location: Anoat Space Station

The empath could feel the emotional glee and excitement from the other Ren. Bloodlust. It made her sick. Blood for the sake of blood from something carnal and wild. The massive one she fought, she felt more of a mighty indifference, brute strength, and stubbornness. A quiet and deadly ruthlessness. And a building in the force.

His block was swift and that was the beauty of a staff. It wasn't a one-ended weapon. With a simple twist and flip of her wrists, the plasma end became the bottom and the electrical base became the top. She took a step back and dug in as a green-tinted force shield flickered to life in the paper-thin space between them, taking the brunt of his slamming shoulder-attack. Just as quickly the shield dissipated and she skirted along his left side, aiming the electrical end of her staff for a swing into the back of his left leg, behind his knee, hoping for a shock or a one-legged sweep as she tried to capitalize on his forward momentum. Still mindful of his blade.

"Free to commit war crimes, perhaps," she grunted, thinking about those left on Barkesh or what happened on Eriadu.
 
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Location: In station
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="Aralu Sar"], [member="Magnus Ren"]
Equipment: Amphistaff, standard hold out blaster. Ghost suit. Force Breaker Grenades. Utility Belt.

There was quite a bit of chit chat going on, though he had a mind to agree with Harla on the current conversation. After all, it seemed you were free in the First Order, so long as you didn't do what the First Order government decided was inappropriate. Then one might find themselves forced to kill their brethren and then suddenly, they aren't so free after all. In truth, it sounded quite a bit like the way the Legion Yun'Do ran things back on Selvaris.

But there was no time for discussion, as he was suddenly immersed in combat with the newcomber. Or not newcomber in so much as the other side of this Ren shaped coin. Before he could help Harla, she was being pushed away by the other Ren. Maalik looked down, his amphistaff blocked by the blade of unknown warrior. Maalik mentally shrugged in response, flexing both forearms. Steng's Talons, a trait of all slayers, ejected from each arm as he lunged forward. His aim was directly towards the shield lifted by his opponent, particularly towards the neck.

Unfortunately for this Ren warrior at this point in time, Maalik had taken the time to read up on his suit before being deployed. A significant component of the suit, for this moment, was the Individual Field Disruptor that he had activated upon entering intended contact. Maalik's attack would pass through the shield as if it was never there in the first place. And with this attack commencing, the amphistaff would recoil from the deflection and harden in anticipation of the Ren moving the saber upwards and towards the torso of the concealed Slayer.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
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-- -- --
Location: Bespin, Lower Levels, Hilikan Incineration Plant
Status: High Alert
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
@First Order
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Adder"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Loske Matson"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member=Shamira Karuto"]
-- -- --
As the duo of agents and their supporting security droids entered the large area, they were immediately assaulted. It was a mere moment of recognition, the Special Agent's hand which had been hovering above the grip to her blaster pistol twitching - fingers grasping.

It had happened so quickly, the only ones equipped to react to such a sudden movement the security droids behind the two agents. With a shout of fear and surprise, Val felt her body rise from the ground, impacted by a massive wave of telekinetic force breaking over the pair. Their armor wasn't identifying, but their responses after the fact would indicate they did in fact have training of some sort. As the woman felt her body twist in the air, she didn't fight it. Instead, she let her limbs go loose and her body react naturally. Even as a girl she'd had near cat-like reflexes, it was what would save her now.


Gracefully, like a well seasoned dancer she rotated her body, tightening her core as she was pushed back. She held her breath, the violent surge of energy while not fatal had caused her to have to react, her sole focus on surviving, unable to retaliate - yet. The blast had pushed her into the air, even backwards nearly ten meters and sent her sailing through the air - directly over the guardrail. Her companion, Varrus, wasn't nearly as quick to react, his body slamming hard into the guardrail. An audible oof sounded as he fell to the floor. Valerie herself, now airborne, managed to wrap her fingers around the guardrail as the rest of her body flew over. A jarring thrum traversed up her arms as she swung around, her body's inertia sending her towards the open space below the catwalk at the edge of the large entryway.

"OOOMPFF." A simultaneous *CLAAAANNGGG*
The momentum she'd gained by grasping onto the guardrail had sent her midsection straight into the edge of the walk. It took everything she had not to let go - that had to have been a bruised rib. A painful intake of breath brought her back into the moment, her eyes tracing to where her hands gripped the bar. She had to get up - hanging there Val made the mistake of looking down. *Feeeth.* Far below, a trough of superheated slag boiled. A reddish orange glow reflected off the enclosed face mask of the enviro-suit and while the temperature was staved off by the suit, she could still feel the waves of heat emanating upwards. Struggling, she began to pull herself up, swinging a leg up as she attempted to catch the floor paneling.

Above her, the droids had reacted faster, their processors able to identify the threat as well as their substantial weight aiding them in weathering the force of the woman's push. Reacting immediately they'd split up - each one manuevering along the outside edges of her vision. Their rapid movement was impressive, much more lithe than most droids of similar make. Mobility had been their number one goal, at the sacrifice of lethal weaponry. While containing an ion discharger and a stun feature, they lacked any heavy hitting weaponry. Rapid whirring filled the air as their legs propelled them forwards and outwards - a classic pincer maneuver by the droids, their intent unified as they began their approach.

-- -- --
In the Command Center
-- -- --
"Guys... Gu."
Agent Mattson's words were cut short as he watched in horror as Mira's body swung from the guardrail. He was helpless. There were definitely intruders inside the facility's walls. Biting the inside of his cheek, he made a decision. One he would be commended for later on, though commendation was not the first thought on his mind. A balled fist slammed into a large breaker, a cruel shriek filling the air as metal grated against metal. The networked lines to the FOSB data cache were now cut, the only access tied to Val Kordova directly - safe from any sort of remote infiltration. At least the data was safe, but now the PA system seemed to grow a life of its own. A short cackle of energy broke through the static - that was a voice.

As the bearded face appeared on a single screen in the control center, the agent's face wrinkled. Why would they be transmitting propaganda in an industrial complex? Perhaps the transmission reached farther, but how he had no idea. Hilikan was merely an industrial complex, not a news center or a communications hub. Strange.

Gritting his teeth as he watched the scenes play out across his screens, the address in the background, he began to wonder what the *feth* was going on.
Val's Loadout:
1 x Lightly Armored Envirosuit
1 x DEMP II Ion Carbine
1 x Modernized DL-44 XT Blaster Pistol

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

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

Additional Forces:
2 x BV-S 3 Security Droids

 
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Location: Ugnaught surface, beneath Ugnorgrad performance hall, heading out soon to the Paradise Atrium
Vessel: Chir'daki
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="Vilin"], [member="Raze Lyter"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Aran Piett"], [member="Hogrum Veed"]
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: The initial departure of fighters from Ugnorgrad
///Transmission Location: Sulon
//End Encryption


The Zelosion looked through the underground hangar, the bay opening facing out from the Western side beneath the floating city. "So, you'll have to tell me what I'm looking at."

"Our fleet of course..."

"Right..." He said quietly as he moved forward. It wasn't that there was a reduced number of ships, not by any means. But he wasn't sure he had ever seen anything like it. Tie tied to y-wings, x-wings tied to tie fighters, the options seemed never ending. Like they had bolted trash together and gave it an engine.

"It's the best we could do. A lot of wreckage hangs over Bespin and while we're supposed to incinerate it all...well, we don't always follow orders. Taken a good deal of time to piece these together. A lot of hard work and labor."

"I have no doubt...no doubt at all. Are you a pilot?"

The Old Ugnaught smiled and shook his head. "I'm a native to Gentes, I am bound by blood profession to my labor inheritance. From birth, I was assigned to work welding and pipe repair. It is a forced passion."

"I see. But you do have pilots?"

"Of course."

"Well, just remember..."

The old man held up his hands and nodded. "Civilians are part of our flock, even if they don't know it yet. We will protect them and focus only on the First Order vessels. We will bring them down softly."

"Good...good." It was clear that Relit was still having reservations on the matter. And it was clear the old Ugnaught picked up on that, even to the sound of repulsors and engines firing on in the subterranean port.

"Do not worry, Master Jedi. The Force is with us, the Lightside is with us. Now..." He approached. "Will you fly with them?"

Relit shook his head. "My mission isn't over. I must take flight into Cloud City, to the Paradise Atrium. I have intelligence that suggests presence of the Uprising."

"The Uprising. Criminals and smugglers and that sort?"

"They deserve their freedom, just as you do."

"You are right. No one deserves to be a slave, no matter how invisible the shackles might be." The Ugnaught held out his hand. "We never exchanged names. Probably best we keep it that way."

Relit shook his hand with an air of gratitude. "It was a pleasure speaking with you today. I'm sure we will be in touch soon. May I take a ship?"

"I think you are right..." He retracted his hand and hobbled forward. "Yes yes, take whichever you can fit into. Just try and keep them together, keep the engines low for the time being. Though I can assure you...the weld will hold. You've never seen such promising serpentine pattern."

"They are works of art, my friend. Good luck and may the force be with you."

"And you."

Relit offered one last smile before finding the ship that most closely resembled an X-wing. As he climbed him, he immediately realized that the cockpit was imperial in design. Letting out a sigh, he fired up the engines and took off as other ships exited towards Cloud City. The other vessels would head towards the main fleet combat over Bespin, finding rank within the SIS squadrons. Using the encrypted channels provided by the Jedi Master, the squadron leads begin initial coordination.

Ugnaught Resistance Fleet:


::Galactic Alliance, this is the Ugnaught Resistance Fleet. Currently en route for support.::
 
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Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant
Vessel: No longer in U-Wing
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Shamira Karuto"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Val Kordova"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"]. Engaging Val + mooks.
Gear: Light Paddle, stealth blaster, another blaster, armour (in sig), melee shield (in sig), vibroknife, lightsabre, no-show.


It all happened so suddenly and rapidly. The FOSB duo and their droid minions were sent flying. The female agent seemed to have grace and training, using it to weather the telekinetic storm that ragdolled her. She ended up swinging from the guardrail, while her colleague crashed against it and slumped to the floor. Being so attuned to the elements, Kaida could feel immense heat emanating from what we lay beneath.


"Deal with the bots," she grunted at Shamira. Face grim, she advanced, as the two droids sought to pincer her. Their manoeuvres were agile and graceful, unusual for machines, but while she noted their blasters, they did not appear to have been designed for serious combat. Her lightsabre was in hand, burning with a blazing yellow fire, ready to defend herself from the robots.


Power surged through her as she drew upon her Sciia, as the Eldorai called the Force. Harnessing its energies, she gripped the rail, pouring her power into an attempt to rip it free from its supports and sending it falling, intending to make the FOSB woman fall into what lay beneath. Her grip was iron and unyielding, her understanding of magnetism coming into play as she forcefully made the metal bend to her will.


As she did so, she heard the broadcast play. Sionoma had done his part. Part of her felt a bit irritated about Kaeshana not being mentioned, but it did not change her focus. The First Order's sins and atrocities had been laid bare to those it claimed dominion over.
 
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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="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Loske Matson"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Val Kordova"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"], [member="Mishel Ren"]
Equipment:
//Begin Encryption
​///Begin Message
​///Recipient: [member="Adder"]
​///Sender: Sheriff

10-4.

​///End Message
​//End Encryption

The infiltrator droids continued to loop security feeds throughout the facility, though he was unsure how that would work with the broadcast of the Grand Marshal over the entirety of Cloud City, Ugnorgrad, and the Holonet. At this point, he suspected it would even have far reaching impacts across the Sector where other resistance groups might linger. Far removed from the direct impact of resources, where any government was likely to linger. Should the Galactic Alliance fail their mission, he would fail knowing that the ember of rebellion had been stoked to the point of ignition. After all, it's what he would do in their place.

In his own way, he had been in their place. Trapped in a mental prison, the fire for freedom all but died but the embers lingered. And when given opportunity, he too took the advantage of opportunity. With the help of others, he was freed, and so would these people. They would know freedom and thankfully for the effort, it would not rest on a single incineration plant that offered little strategic advantage. As it were, many many levels of cloud city were dedicated to very similar responsibilities and as he sat and watched the KX droid work to open the command center door, he thought about the multi-faceted attempt upon this city.

For a moment, he wondered why the First Order would even bother protecting the place. What could be lying in the depths of the facility that would make it worth protecting? Getting a hunch for something, he scanned back through the information that had been gleaned by the security droid and the infiltrator droids. Of course, now the line had been severed, likely due to some security response that fell beyond the purview of the droid. Or perhaps there was a manual response, as he felt the constant flicker of force auras throughout the facility, engaged.

Flicking through his notepad. He shook his head. No. No. No. No. Hmm.

He looked over an item that indicated some form of a Ledger. Though it had nothing, as far as he could tell, in dealing with the monetary value of the facility. It was actually more similar to a calendar for disposal, which made sense as this was effectively a disposal facility. Though it piqued his interest as all the other disposal calendars were marked with some indication of being associated with actual disposal. Not sure what to do about it, he transferred the information to Adder through encrypted channels with the No-Show briefly turned off.

//Begin Encryption
​///Begin Message
​///Recipient: [member="Adder"]
​///Sender: Sheriff

If you're not busy, can you take a look at this and decode it? I'm all thumbs but I'm trying to sort out the significance of this incineration facility.

​///End Message
//End Encryption

Just as the message was sent, the droid looked towards the command center as the door unlocked. In the end, there was only so much security that could be put into a command center for an Incineration Plant.
 
Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder
HOTH​
ALLIANCE REAR​
Juggernaut Crew: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Selene Sinclaire"]
Hostiles: [member="Naomi Carolina"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]

"Score one for the Order," Fiver muttered to himself, scoping in on the wreckage of an AT-SA as Hell's Hammers blew through the Alliance rear lines.

"Fives, we gotta problem."

"Send it, Deuce."

"Look up in the sky."

Fiver did. "What the flying kark. Is that a metal void stanging dragon?"

"It looks like a wyvern."

The Bakuran glanced at the recharge meter. Almost ready.

"No, Deuce. Wyverns only have two feet. This one clearly has four. Historically, wyverns were used by real bad asses called the Onderonian Beast Masters."

He used the targeting computer and sighted in on the next nearest enemy armor.

"I thought they rode those giant bat creatures."

Fiver's finger caressed the firing trigger.

"Uh huh. Point is, Deuce, that real bad asses ride wyverns. Gallies ride dragons. What's he doing now?"

"He's throwing lightning at us."

"What the kark?"

"The Supreme Commander is on top of the tank. I think he just caught the lightning bolt."

"Oh, because that makes more sense. All these Force users running around shilling out super powers for free. Don't they know it's the rest of us that suffer."

"Here we go," Deuce sighed.

"Cosmic balance, my friend. For every juju they drain they upset the harmony of being."

"So what about what we do? You know... when we kill people."

"Makin' babies, my friend, makin' babies."

"What?"

Fiver called out "On the way!" and squeezed the trigger, divulging a heavy laser bolt toward an enemy walker.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the tank. Fiver glanced up and saw a hole in the roof two meters from his head. "Everybody cool, talk to me!"

"Lost three in the troop bay," someone said across the comm. "Strafing run."

"Karking gally pilots. Null, can this thing go any faster? Get us to the front lines."
 
skin, bone, and arrogance
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A L L I E S​
[member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Rhia Novatinsky"]​
The First Order​
E N E M I E S​
The Galactic Alliance​

When [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] came back in, Audrey was on her communicator with the Baron Administrator. "Yes, ma'am, we've secured most of it. I understand. Certainly -- I'm not sure about -- it's just that I've never curated people before, ma'am. Yes, well of course I will, ma'am. Of course. Lieutenant Tarkin and his men will -- of course, I understand, ma'am. Good luck." She stared at her comlink in her hand for a moment, her eyes wide with horror, and then tucked it back into her belt holster before turning and spotting Tarkin standing there. "Ah -- Lieutenant," she said in a wavering voice. "That was the blonde bomber on the line -- sorry, Governor Volcata -- and she has made an executive decision that the rest of the artwork in this museum is not worth saving."

She spread her hands, as if to take in the priceless relics that were in the process of being curated.

"Instead," she continued, "My colleagues and I have been nationalized and we are ordered to assist with the evacuation of civilians. It's not that I mind, I just wonder if we won't be in the way..." Her voice trailed off thoughtfully and she looked t one side before noticing one of her junior curators rushing by. "Britta -- run up to the main office and print the files from my e-mail account under 'Evac List'." Take whatever pens and highlighters you can find there. Then gather the rest of the staff to me in the lobby."

Audrey turned back to Tarkin. "We're to go door-to-door in the city to find stragglers. The Governor was so kind as to send a list of those who haven't been accounted for at their muster station and their addresses, so we can map out a reasonably efficient route." She glanced over her shoulder, where the hazy, barely legible propaganda broadcast of [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] was playing under a heavy blanket of static. "The citizens of Cloud City had better hope these fools fail to take the city. Once the Alliance realizes the citizens aren't as stupid and easily duped as they think, they'll have to react with violence, as per their usual." She tucked her glasses back on and looked at Tarkin with a look of dawning realization. "Of course, that will mean us, too, if we can't get back in time."

Audrey smiled broadly. "Something to look forward to, I suppose."

They entered the turbolift and emerged into the lobby, and Audrey led the way outside, where the remaining civilians were waiting for pickup. None looked impressed or otherwise impacted by the broadcast, perhaps because the scene had been broadcast and fully explained weeks ago, to the general satisfaction of the First Order's citizens. "I've never seen anything so peculiar," Audrey muttered to [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] just as Britta came running up with the list. They retreated inside to be out of the wind as they divided up the list geographically. They split the city into eight parts and divided the curators evenly -- at least one to each. She left the stormtroopers to Tarkin; the curators would be doing their survey, escorted or not. "How do you want to proceed, Lieutenant?"
 
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Allies: [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]
Enemies: [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Objective: Figure whether kisses from men feel nice or not.
Loadout: Lightsaber | MPL-32 | 6x MPL Anti-Tank Missies | 3x MPL Cluster Bombs | 3x MPL Anti-Air Missiles | F-11 Blaster Rifle |Akure Executive Dragonskin Suit | AEL Spring Bloodwalker Boots | 4x Thermal Detonators
Theme: Frontier Psychiatrist, The Avalanches

The avalanche sent the auxiliary soldiers sprawling. The thundering of snow, and stone caused Rexus to stumble over his own feet, he rolled onto his back and gazed towards Outpost Veers, watching a wall of snow, ice and rock fall. His breaths hitched, this was all so familiar. His fragile mind flashed back to Kaeshana. The vulnerability he felt when his arm was torn asuner. The wounds he'd faced, the suffering that had befallen him and his men. Rexus' eyes became wide with terror, as he watched mechanical monstrosities stalk the skies.

Wenck closed his green orbs, and listened to the sounds of battle, the chaos around him. He felt nothing, but the blistering cold. All he could see, was the murderous Firemane, and the cowardly Alliance troops, throwing themselves at their troops. The usage of war machines, and the slaughter of thousands for fruitless confrontation. "Boss, boss!" Twigg snapped, kneeling over his former commander, "Rexus we've got to get going man!"

Rexus shivered, and shook his head, "No, no, no..." His voice was weak and limp, his mind flashing back to the pain of losing an arm. "Not like this, not like..."

"Rexus, Rexus...." Twigg began quietly, "Eyes on me lad." The auxiliary soldier began, Rexus green eyes locked with Twiggs. He nodded, and Twigg continued, "We're gonna be right mate, alright. I promise you that, but you." He jabbed a finger pointedly at the soldiers chest, "You have to get off of your arse, and get going, we're headed back in, and we need you with us." Twigg paused, "I need you." He whispered, before leaning down towards the mans face.

Rexus breathes hitched as Dergan Twigg, one of his oldest, and closest friends, leaned in, and pressed his lips to his. The two embraced, with Twigg gently caressed the former captain's cheek. Rexus was taken back and briefly reciprocated the gesture, before giving Twigg a hearty shove, the shorter man was thrown off balance. "What the kark was that poodoo?!" Rexus asked, wiping his lips with his sleeve. The former stormtroopers' face reddened with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"I-I dunno..." Twigg stammered, "It just, it just felt right, y'know?"

"Twigg, you bisexual sex fiend!" Rexus snapped, he was confused as to whether he liked the show of affection, or if he should be disgusted. "Don't take advantage of a man whose on the ground, you sick prick!" Rexus stood and looked behind him, "We're on a battlefield for karks sake!" Rexus bellowed, "Get a karking move on!"


The two former stormtroopers made a beeline for Outpost Veers. Already, the reserve stormtroopers within the base, had made themselves fortified. Armed with E-web's, MPL-32's and whatever arms they could drag out, the hangar was heavily fortified. Rexus' reentry to the hangar was greeted by the gruff major who'd mined the tunnels, "Wenck, get over here!" The Major barked.

"Yes sir?" Rexus asked, immediately returning to his perpetual annoyed state, when it came to reporting to the man.

"Wenck, I want you at station 3-4, over there, I want you monitoring seismic activity there, anything tries to dig under us, then blow the detonators. We'll send 'em to high hell." The Major replied, "Get moving."

"Understood sir." Rexus replied, before moving to the station. It was located in the hangar control room, where usually AT-AT's and storage would be coordinated. The room was darkened, only one glowing terminal illuminated the entire room, in a shallow blue glow. Next to the terminal, sat the remote detonator, rigged to a console, which sat displaying security scans from the tunnel, as well as any seismic activity. Rexus sat at the chair, and began to ponder what Twigg's sign of affection meant.
 

Sieb Tevv

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SPACE
The colossal shape of the ANS Itsukusk emerged out of hyperspace in the Anoat system. The bridge was a flurry of commotion, all directed by the stubby fingers of one Sieb Tevv, Admiral, Galactic Alliance Navy.

"CAG, deploy all squadrons and form a screen. Weapons, activate the gravwell projectors but hold off on weapons. Shields at full. Sensors, I want a full sweep using the Angel Eye. If there are any hidden gifts for us in system I want to know about them. Obviously they know about us."

The largest mobile carrier in the galaxy was impossible to miss. A tantalizing prospect to any hostiles in system.

"We are a sitting pelikki right now. A very large pelikki."

The ancient Sith dreadnought took some getting used to. Sieb stood in the tactical room, staring at a hologram projector in the center of the room. Adjutants surrounded him, reporting in for various departments.

"Sir, preliminary scans shows four small picket corvettes and one First Order dreadnought."

"Class?"

"Warspite."

"Hm." Sieb pulled up SIS data on the Warspite and began to read. "Small hangar. Are we picking up any enemy fighters?"

"At least one squadron, but we will know more after a sitrep for the local StarCom wing commander."

Tevv pulled on his earlobe and tried not to look smug.

"Very well, let's move to engage. Notify our SIS assets that we have arrived."




Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jianna Raas"]
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
 

Rick Kaloo

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Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Silara Varis"], I likely forgot some others.
Enemies: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], I likely forgot some others.

The Defiance jumped out of hyperspace, about a kilometer behind the Alliance fleet in the area. While Rick noticed most of the warships were much larger than his, the humble little assault frigate that he had designed himself would do its job well. On the bridge of the frigate, well hidden from enemy bombers, Rick and other Mon Calamari officers scrambled to action. The engines of the frigate roared up, accelerating the frigate as it slowly joined the fleet.

The battle had seemed to begin already, and shots were being exchanged between both sides. The shields of the Defiance activated, and its weapons were on standby. As Rick scanned the battlefield past the Alliance fleet, one First Order ship stuck out, a ship about battlecruiser sized. While he knew that facing such a ship head-on would be suicide, he could certainly make the Defiance a damage multiplier. "Fire an ion cannon volley at the battlecruiser!" Rick ordered to his command crew. "Focus turbolasers on the battlecruiser as well, and have the flak cannons cover the sides of the ship!" he yelled out.

A volley of four heavy ion cannon blasts were hurled at the battlecruiser, then stopping to recharge. The Defiance's turbolasers started to lock on the battlecruiser and opened fire. A screen of flak appeared around the Defiance, shrapnel flying at any small ship that happened to get within range. This was a risky gamble. Either Rick would support his allies successfully while they distracted the battlecruiser, or he'd get torn to shreds. Rick just hoped it was the first way, and that it wouldn't be the Defiance's last battle.


Defiance (Defiance-class Heavy Assault Frigate)

Engaging FIV Malice
Shields: 100%
Armor: 100%
Engines: 1/2 power
 

Leos Palle

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Allies: [member="Vilin"] | [member="Relit Vandal"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]
Objective: Gotta get that Royale with Cheese!
Fleet:
Trimiran Star Defender ANS Temperance - Shields 75%
Horn-class Escort Cruiser ANS Stormhawk
Nebulon B7 Escort Frigate ANS Vitality
Telum-class Frigate ANS Nest

Fighters (all were carried aboard the larger vessels):
36 OS-G2 Knights
12 OS-I2 Inquisitors
12 OS-B1-C Avengers
12 OS-G3 Paladins
4 Inimica Gunships

The enemy was advancing. Barely under control, they were accelerating towards the Temperance. At the same time, they received a call from Commodore Vilin, and Raze ground his teeth together as he considered the implications of what was going on here.

"Full stop!"

"Roger, full stop."

The engines wound down and maneuvering thrusters would push backwards until the ship came to a stand still. If the enemy was coming to them, and likely without a fully functioning ship, then he had an inkling of what it was that they were thinking of doing, and he didn't much like it. Teeth ground each other as his eye zoomed across the battlefield before him. In light of recent changes to the battlefield there was only one real course of action to be had. One GOOD course of action. There were numerous actions he could think of that would land them in hot water, possibly in the literal sense, but few that he could think of which would be worth their effort.

"Redirect Nest to fire her ion cannons directly at that destroyer. Reload our missile tubes with advanced concussion missiles and prepare for close engagement."

"Roger!"

They had to do more though. A few good shots from the ion batteries would knock the enemy ship out quickly enough considering her shields were down, but it wasn't going to be enough to take her out of the fight completely. On top of that, her escorts were still more or less a nuisance. While the Nest redirected fire, he contemplated what to do and then beckoned his communications officer over.

"Yes, sir?"

"Get on the horn with the squadron commanders. I want them to push ahead in advance and engage the enemy directly. Keep them occupied. Have the Inimica's focus on the lead ships shield generators. Take them out completely. Have Stormhawk deploy her fighters. I want them to flank to port while the enemy is engaged and hit the destroyer from the rear. Got that."

"Got it!"

The ensign ran back to his station and began relaying the orders. Stormhawk's fighters, already ready to go, blasted free. The rest of the fighter force flew out from behind the shadows of the larger craft, and raced across open space, avoiding enemy fire as best as possible, with the intent to engage the enemy on their turf. Perhaps the escorts would think twice about turning for home if they knew that their lead craft was in such imminent danger. After all, starfighters were quite effective at taking down larger craft, especially ones scrambling in the manner that the destroyer was. The Paladins began to ark around the outside at the same time as missiles streaked in from Vilin's ship. Things were about to get really messy, but if they did this right, the big destroyer would be knocked out without being destroyed, her crew, reluctantly on his part, mostly spared.

If it worked.
 

Shamira Karuto

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

“Yes master!” Shamira watched as the older eldorai pushed through the pair of droids, starting to run through the open doorway to deal with the pair of agents, leaving the little Togruta to deal with the droids that stood just taller than her.
The padawan had never seen these kind of droids before. They were bipedal, but they also looked incredibly quick and agile. On their forearms, two massive spikes grew, making her assume that they were some kind of stun weapon. Their palms crackled with some sort of energy as well, another feature weapon she assumed. Overall, these droids didn’t seem to pose any lethal threat to her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t decapitate her, which would leave Kaida surrounded. Shamira knew that the cryomancer could handle herself, though she was going do all she could to even up the odds.
Blue hue from her lit blade in hand, she quickly switched to a Sorseu stance, meant to hopefully keep the droids as occupied as possible and bring them to her. Perhaps she’d even get a chance at destroying them, which would help immensely. Raising her voice, and her lightsaber at the droids, she drew the attention away from the cryomancer who seemed to be doing something with the railing the agent was hanging from. “Hey, buzz droids! Don’t you want to play with me?” Smirking, she swung her blade in a wide circle before leaping towards the droids, taking a slash from its right shoulder to its left hip, with every intention of slicing it in half if it failed to block or dodge her attack, while keeping half mind on the droid to her right and its reaction to a small Togruta attacking its counterpart.
 
Location: Anoat
Allies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Enemies: [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Flagship: DRS Chimera
Mood Music: Get back up by Iniquity Rhymes

Complement

Aleksander Miles sighed as he leaned against the arm of the command throne sighing as he taps his fingers against the arm absently. His father had left earlier than him and hadn’t informed him when the invasion was to start so he was most likely running a bit late but he had to gather Clan akaata and get them onto the Alor-class Dreadnought known as the Chimera with its complement of fighters it was a dangerous and gorgeous craft a brawler more than anything. Suddenly with a shuddering motion the Chimera was yanked out of hyperspace Aleksander’s eyes snapping open as he snarls dangerously recognizing that feeling. He stood and started to bark orders to the members of his crew fighter pilots already in their fighters scrambling to launch. Looking out into space the snarl turned into an even more dangerous smirk as he pointed to his communications officer as the Chimera started to dive out of the line of movement of the Armada behind it. "Contact the leader of that Armada inform them that we have found a prize worthy of the Miles family. Objective has changed to boarding and capture mission on that ship. Launch all fighters initial movement fighter screen I want the armada to try and move behind them. I want the Star Wing's prepared to fire those missiles set to detonate at certain ranges instead of contact timed fuse preferred. Contact any First Order ships in system inform them about our designation and allegiance as well as our goal. Luckily for us we appear to be in their blind and weak spot any ships with long range weaponry are to fire as soon as they have firing solutions." His orders given the young man returned to his seat his eyes trained directly on the ship ahead of him this may even impress his adopted father but first he had to capture it and capture it he would barking out one more order he went silent watching the flurry of activity around him and the bridge. "Target the hyperdrive we can always get the Long arm salvage ships in here to repair it at a later time I want it trapped here until we are ready to leave with our prize."
 
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Cloud City - Levels Level 281–370 Gas refineries and miners' quarters.
Allies: [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
FIrst Order Peeps that are more than welcomed to come interact with us to halt our plans! [member="DT-317"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"] or whoever else that isn't doing anything.

Rekha wasn't kidding about the Beldon. The puffy, purple bloated bodies of the creatures seemed to swim in their air, their long tentacles billowing behind them. They had a graceful sense to them, almost serene in the midst of the chaos of the Galactic Alliance strike. As starfighters, crab gliders, and civilians - be it residents, passerbys, company employees - all went to and fro attempting their own agenda, perhaps, to save their own skins.

"Here comes a few our way," Chloe cried, eyeing a small pod of Beldon as they flew in a panicked frenzy. These were the creatures that converted the tibanna gas that so made this planet such a vital commodity. If anything were to happen to affect that delicate balance and cycle... if there were no more Beldon to expel that precious gas, just what would become of the economy here?

Of the hold the First Order had on tibanna?

It was a scary thought indeed.

Guiding her thrantha, Chloe bend her body down close, almost laying on top of the creature. It's great wings would flap, drawing her closer towards their objective. The Tibanna refineries and mining quarters would be scattered across specific levels here. A less destructive means of throwing a Kowaitan Monkey wrench into the machine.

"Over there!" she pointed, gesturing and calling out to Rekha, Makai, and Kaili -- whom Chloe now hopped was doing better. There was a small landing pad, and with the evacuations underway, with little security. However, who knew who might see them or come ask questions?

With the great beat of wings, Chloe touched down, landing first. Eyes wide, she searched around, looking for any danger. It always paid to be ready.
 
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Objective: Crashing to Hoth like a glitter bomb...
Allies: GA Officially [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] (Others with GA characters)
Enemies: All who would harm Wampa!
Theme X

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A strange feeling came over Bryce and on instinct he reached over to the bag that carried his personal affects. Still strapped to side where he had left it left it he reached in till he found [member="Ara Ren"] 's light saber. As soon as he touched it and electrical pain came across his arm and a vision of a foundry or some type of factory came into his mind's eye. "She is in danger..." he whispered.

The thunder of rolling snow and the shouts of his comparaties quickly snapped him back into reality. Quickly he shoved the saber back into the travel bag and threw it over his shoulder before he turned he attention to the threat at hand. He watched some folks start to try and leave, Leo and Joza began to build a force barrier.


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"Everyone okay down there?"

"Yeah, well most of us, do me a favor and do what you can to find us a new transport, we are gonna need one if we live through this Sanya. "EVERYONE else, back in the fething ship! We are gonna ride the wave out! Get back in the webbing if you can!"

Quickly he raced over to Joza. Placing one hand around he waist he planted his feet as best he could and with his free arm he grabbed a durasteel arch above them. He needed to steady her if she was going to be able to concentrate and keep them alive.

Giving her a quick squeeze he nodded his approval before saying. "You ready to dance?"
 

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