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

[Alkor Centaris]

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"]​

Alkor was no master of mind magicks. When it came to the darkness, his prowess lay in augmenting his own already honed body into a sharper, deadlier weapon. Rage served to temper, and hatred quenched him. When Samka drew on the ephemeral, however, he was inexplicably aware.

What Ghorua saw, or did not see, was between the Shark and the Mentalist. Alkor lacked the skill to pry, and the wherewithal to care about the beast's secrets. The woman's words, however, carried along the current. Alkor was awash in it, and so, he heard the ripples manifest.

She was a powerful one in her own right. Young, perhaps brash, and cocksure- but she had the skill to back up her assertions, as bold as they were. He watched the blue haired Bespinite as she plied her horrific trade with a tinge of interest smoldering behind his icy eyes.

Something about the darker arts always fascinated him, though they would forever remain beyond his grasp. His master had delved deep enough that his soul was lost eternally to Chaos. Alkor had learned well enough from that example that he was better off without the knowledge.

The Herglic railed against the mental assault with obvious effort, though Alkor knew already that the basic tenets of the Palawa martial art were deeply rooted in control over the flow of the Force, whether or not the practitioner was sensitive to it. A master could close his mind to it entirely. It was a skill that passed to Alkor only after years of harsh and dedicated training in the art.

"Tch," Alkor clicked his teeth as the Shark mounted his counter offensive, but he did not wait for Samka to respond. The woman had just unleashed a sizable mental onslaught, and he was uncertain if she would have the reaction time that a Force Master would generally boast under different circumstances.

His body ripped toward the two with intense speed, aided by the Force. Alkor threw his right arm high in a block, categorized similarly to the ones Ghorua himself was familiar with. The energy hissed and spat as it raked across black beskar and glanced off, only a few trace singes to bear proof that a lightsaber had touched the plate.

"I've got your back," he snarled back toward the woman. He let out a harsh breath, the quick jolt of summoned energy ebbing away.

Alkor let his arm fall a fraction as he whipped the blade of his own Saber around in a precise arc, angled toward the Shark from behind his pike. The Dark Jedi hoped to both put the other man on the back foot, as well as give Samka time to regroup after her opening gambit.

"Don't forget about me, big guy."

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Hoth - Outpost Veers Battlefield.
Objective: Crash
Allies: [member="Fiver"], [member="Null"], [member="Selene Sinclaire"] - [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Anora Shaw"], @Hataro Ikari, [member="Kira Solvani"]
Enemies: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"], [member="Rusty"]

The Sith Lord spent much of his time forced to watch what occurred above him. TIEs flying above them, some were from his own Star Destroyer that was in orbit of the planet, while others had come from other locations. Although he didn't know them personally, he took note of them, and then his attention was drawn elsewhere. An X-Wing was flying in low, at least, lower than others as it began firing at them.

To move the entirety of the crimson flecked shield from directly above the ship that was effectively halting [member="HK-36"]'s stream of energy into the way of the laser cannons that were firing would've been difficult, albeit foolish. Moments ago he had come to the conclusion that if the continuous stream of the staff continued he wouldn't be able to protect the entirety of the Juggernaut, and so he had decided to focus the majority of the shield over the cockpit of the Juggernaut. Though that transition provided a gap, [member="Naomi Carolina"]'s strafing run had the Sith Lord take a half step out of the way, bolts lancing through his shield and punching a hole through the roof above Fiver.

There would've been a counter-attack, but his attention was drawn elsewhere.

Then... The beam stopped, and he almost dropped the bubble of protection.

Only for the stream to begin again.

Photoreceptors following the stream that circled around the Juggernaut, the Sith Lord spotted the... Dragon? The mechanical dragon that the droid was riding was firing from. "I see..." He said lowly to himself, eyes rolling, the offending X-Wing already out of sight and mind.

There was little for the Supreme Commander to do before he was reached out to by one of the Lieutenants within the trooper and vehicle bay below. "Commander!" Came the cry. "We've lost three troopers!" What did they want him to do?

"It'll be handled," he said, amber orbs darkening. "Prepare a speeder for me," he said, before he shut off that channel too.

By the end of that exchange, HK-36 had used his jetpack to lift off of his mechanical mount. Without it being controlled directly, A'sharad acted. The crimson shield dropped, the Sith Lord swaying to the side as the following energy struck the top of the Juggernaut and punched another hole into it at his feet. This time however, he reacted savagely, raw and unadulterated power of the Force as he reached out to the Mechanical Dragon that the droid had previously been riding and he tugged it downwards to the earth below. The beast had a wounded side, and when it had been making its final circle, the Sith Lord had pulled at the side that was wounded - Straight to the earth below and into a mound of ice and snow - or perhaps it was one of the many destroyed husks of one of the vehicles that had made up Twilight Company's mobile armour force.

 

[Magnus Ren]

Location: FIS Kuragin
Allies: @Alaru Sar
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Atham'aali'kema"]
Objective: Weo Weo

The Knight of Ren's attack was rebuffed, an emerald barrier rising up between the two Force Users and holding him back. The Jedi Knight had spun the staff around and had once again attempted a disabling strike upon the Knight of Ren.

The Executioner's tempers flared, though whether it was at the attack, or due to the fact that she was blind to the truth of what the Knight was saying, couldn't be told. Perhaps it was both, but Magnus wouldn't let her know that. The Knight deactivated his lightsabre - it had been in his right hand, and he leapt upwards, the sweeping motion of her staff missing, if only by a fraction of a second as he cleared the staff. Regardless, as she moved to his left side, her staff was on the opposite end of her body, and the Knight of Ren's were sweeping upwards to kick the Jedi Knight in the side of the head.

Of course, it was a drop kick as he took up the horizontal position in the air. His options of defense were limited, though the point of the move was more to surprise and shock the woman, rather than actually outright knocking her out - though with phrik boots, who knew what would happen.

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[DT-317]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City.
Person: [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Allies: The First Order

"FOSB? What are the chances?" The came from one of the other troopers, though this time instead of it coming out for everyone to hear, it was solely in the Death Trooper's encrypted channel. At most, all the Agent would've heard were clicks and buzzing soon after he had claimed himself as FOSB. If anything, the Troopers hefted their charric rifles tighter, though it wasn't anything akin to respect just that... They hadn't been made aware there would be other assets on the ground. Especially one that had gotten to the objective before them.

"Civilians in the vicinity," Prophet could recall being told. "Won't be able to drop you in as close as we would like."

Prophet raised his rifle, though he held it against his shoulder as he listened to the Agent talk.

"You talk a lot for an Agent," this time it was Prophet that made the quip, and there was a collective snort as the Death Trooper walked past the Agent. The other troopers followed around him, though silently in their comm channel he directed them to head back up the stairs. They'd be leaving this place. "Tell me, Rausgeber, if you completed our mission for us, why should we help you?" There was a pause, the helmet tilting to the side to showcase the inquisitive look behind the stygian dome. "Why do you want to finish the mission?"

 

[Progflaw99]

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Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]​

[member="Jasper Daggett] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | @ Kamon Vondiranach​

Objective: Turn to Engage Rapidly Growing Enemy Fleet​

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A quiet growl filled the Raptor pilot's helmet. It was with grim satisfaction he witnessed the vessel clamped to the hull depressurize, debris and bodies propelled into the void of space - or at least some of them. *Alliance soldiers.* Others had managed to snag devices on the hull, pulling themselves towards the Kuragin once more. Engaging single fire mode, Nils took careful aim at the soldiers dangling at the ends of their cables - and fired. His steady hand and targeting system nearly ensured a hit. As he fired off a third laser blast his attention was drawn to the urgent shrieking of his vessel's systems. *Gods...*

Eyes locking to the indicated direction via his HUD, his mouth hung open beneath the stoic faceplate of his helmet. The Alliance soldiers were no longer of concern - even as he pulled off of them, his sensors indicated massive trauma to the station. Whatever havoc was being wreaked inside was certainly no good. Confirming the arrival of the enemy monolith, he heard Striker 2's voice over the comms. Keying up his mic quickly, his voice carried to his wing in response.

:: Acknowledged Striker Two - Disengage boarding vessels, we have bigger fish to fry. Lots of them. ::​

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His scanners were saturated - he almost couldn't tell where the angry cloud of fighters and carrier began - or at least he assumed it to be a carrier vessel. *Gods that ship is massive...* It was by far the largest vessel Nils had ever seen, its strange hull shape obtuse to the Captain's perspective. It sent a chill down his spine seeing the sheer number of vessels swarming from the hangars, his jaw tensing. Rapidly he shifted gears, using the hull of the Kuragin as a visual shield. For the moment they would be able to hide behind it, though that wasn't his end game. Keying up the mic once more, he detailed his plan over the private encrypted comms between his vessel and Jiana's.

:: Keep your eyes on those fighter screens...:: A brief pause as he eyed the current readouts of the other squadrons. :: We've got four squadrons. *gulp* Things are going to get a bit rough, stay close and maybe, just maybe we'll make it through this. ::​

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Strategies flicked through the TIE Ace's mind faster and faster - everything he could think of resulted in death. They were outgunned by over 10x the number of ships. A brief flash of anger crossed his mind. How had the First Order not known that was coming. Surely a vessel of that size would have been detected prior to reversion - but it was no use worrying about that now. The fighters were their primary concern. Knuckles white as he gripped the controls of his vessel, he hugged the hull of the FIS Kuragin, attempting to keep it between both Jiana and himself, and the enemy monolith. Biting his lip, he continued trying to come up with a plan.

 

[Rusty]

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Hoth: Outpost Veers – Trenches
Allies:
Team S: [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Team U: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
[member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | Outpost Veers
Directly Engaging: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Kit: ​RR-1 with 5 rounds HVP, 3 rounds HEAT, 2 rounds Canister, ER-1, EPC with 15 Light Darts
ATTN: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="John Shepherd"], [member=Nawago], [member="Sanya Val Swift"], [member="Joza Perl"]


​DAVID ATTENBOROUGH VOICEOVER: For those who have never called Hoth home, it is a monolithic ball of ice. Always portrayed in holodramas as little more than a cueball floating in space, they never really seem to comprehend the vast complexity of the place. Take, for instance, the phenomenon of the ice cave. Over time, geological forces, animals, and even sentient beings, have bored complex series of tunnels through the ice, forming intricate networks of caverns under much of the planet. Many of these caves were used as homes for the local fauna, such as it was. Despite their frigid nature, they offered a virtual tropical paradise for those creatures hardy enough to survive in the harsh wilderness of this, the most famous of the frozen planets.

One such cave network finds itself home to a most peculiar herd of tauntaun. These reptilian creatures are widely considered to be non-sentient and non-sapient. Intelligent enough to be domesticated and trained for riding, perhaps, but they do not think, and they are not self aware. This herd, however, is different. Though they are as much animals as their brethren, they've retained something of a genetic memory. They are descendants of the herd domesticated by the Rebel Alliance, when it chose Hoth as a refuge from Palpatine's Empire.

Perhaps it was the radiation from the battle that gave them this incredible trait, or maybe it was the proximity and close bond formed with two powerful Force users. Scientists have been unable to determine why, exactly, but they do know one thing for sure. When these tauntauns find themselves in a battle, they have one overriding urge: they want to be ridden. Under normal circumstances, they're as skittish and untrained as any other tauntauns, but in the heat of battle, their instincts urge them to seek out riders. They are unable to distinguish between factions, and so, will approach any humans that don't chase them away.

They wouldn't be a factor in today's battle, save for the avalanche that stripped away the snow and ice that plugged up a long disused secondary entrance to the cave they call home. Now, the sounds of battle beckon, and they charge forth to find their riders.

Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, our Shard mercenary friend finds himself in a predicament. The tank on which he has sought shelter has become a target. And so, relying on his white garments and the fact that his metallic body has no real heat signature, he leaps off and into the snow.

Rusty circles around the backside of the tank, loading a magazine of depleted uranium penetrators into his ER-1 rifle. This magnificent weapon is capable of penetrating even heavy armor at short distances, so he closes to within 50 meters of the wounded Ren. His approach is careful, that of a hunter stalking wounded prey. Though the Ren is currently engaged by a large man with a hammer, it wouldn't do to be spotted by some lucky soldier.

With the target in range, Rusty opens fire. The Shard knows that this one will be a tough nut to crack. Though the hammer-wielding marine has a shield disperser, a wounded Ren is still quite dangerous, so he seeks to give him a choice: use the Force to deflect the three depleted uranium sabots fired towards his chest at staggering speed and take his attention from the marine, or take his chances with being wounded further and focus on the hammer. In this harsh world, survival is measured in milliseconds, and even the best fighters can make mistakes. Will this be it for the Ren?

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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


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“Prex, we’re stuck upside, fighting two Ren just outside Veers. Gonna be a while I’m guessing, one of them is the Vader guy form Mustafar. Your progress?”

[SIZE=9pt]Sensor scanners were constantly updating, taking note of just what was ahead as the Iceborers continued their path. As they made their way, Aeron thought on the questioning line of thought from Isar. They were going in blind to an extent. Relying on sensors and on the off chance that the combined efforts of all Alliance parties and their allies would be able to grant them enough of a leg up to know exactly where to start boring their own tunnels. It also reminded her of the annoying parting quip the Zeison Sha had left her with. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]I’m going to beat his ass.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Outpost Veers was the ultimate destination, but as feed kept coming in from [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"] and those already in the midst of the battlefield, that sense of wariness kept growing along her spine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As they tunneled through, about 500 meters from Outpost Veers, the true extent of the damage of the avalanche, the ongoing battle, and the turtling of the First Order forces became clear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Five hundred meters off of Outpost Veers. Heading inward --][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A crackle in her comm drew Aeron’s attention. [ Prex Kreelan, we have found something ] Slowing her own iceborer down, she came to a stop. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was freezing balls cold under all this ice. Good thing that their uniforms and armor mitigated the cold. Not that the Talz or the Ortolans had anything to worry about, Aeron mused with annoyance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Sitrep?][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A quick pull of of a holomap from deployed scanners and feedback came up. On one side there were the tunnels that the Alliance and the Talz had been digging. Every few meters they’d utilized the Browncoat portable shields, allowing a measure of reinforcement just in case. These were set in by the rear party, moving behind the underground advanced, while the gunships and support craft came roaring above to attack at any First Order stragglers retreating back towards Outpost Veers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ We’ve found something interesting.] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Pulling it up, he showed what preliminary determinations appeared to be a curved edge of blank space. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Found this. ][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] he added, motioning. [ We are sending probes down to confirm, but we believe it just might be an underground entrance. ] little did they know that the Gundark Gunners with [member="Rexus Wenck"] had expected these weak areas to be found and left their own little surprise. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was a gift Bantha. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Any lifesigns?][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ We are going to bore through and connect a tunnel with our own. So far no life scans.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Too easy. That didn’t feel right. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Send in the OSL drones. I want to make sure.][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] it would take time, but it would allow them to get a good inkling on just what was there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pulling up her comm, she sent a message back to [member="Sol"] Stazy, [member="Aver Brand"], and the rest of the alliance forces.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Captain Sunwell, we are 500 meters out. Found what could be an underground entrance. Will be scouting up ahead to see if it is viable. If you need us to bore towards you, keep giving us geocoordinates. We will be there. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Another crackle of her comm and she sent a message out to [member="Isar Kislo"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Kislo, where the kark are you?][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]NPCS: Deployment of initial Omega Pyre Forces[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Omega Pyre Special Forces | Troops of HBD-300 Droid Series SI-HD Armor | VT-Portable Shield Generator | BC-RT 1900 Portable Shield | Directed Charge | Multi Weapon Standard Model| KUT-42 'Stark' Plasma Torch | VT-Disruption Cutter | Neutra Hypoinjector Wristband | Neutra Serum Gas Dispenser | Serum Aurek | TS-N Healing Serum | BA-H377 Browncoat Forcebreaker Grenade | [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32316-bti-839-sonic-"][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32316-bti-839-sonic[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]carbine/]BTI-839 Sonic Carbine[/url] | ARGH- HVKF-MD-1 - Approved Technology | VT-SDC 13 - Approved Technology |Infiltrator Scarab Droid | Mindshackle Scarab Swarm |Incinerator Scarab Swarm | OBL-0 Scout Drone | OBL-1 Defense Drone | OBL-3 Attack Drone | OBL-4 Sniper Drone [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Larger Land Forces enroute[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Several Talz and Ortolan guerilla troops[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Caelli-Merced Ice Detonator[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Ice Spike[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RR-Recoilless Rifle[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Barradium charges | various grenades[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]30x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Laser Ice-Cutter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]30x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Iceborer [/SIZE]
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[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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Aralu's blade had done what it had set out to do - blocking the amphistaff, but as he weapon was diverted from his ally's body the man was upon him. His opponent, clad in a full body suit remained nothing more than a faceless enemy. Quick reflexes brought the saber-pike back towards his own figure, and as the man lunged forward, Aralu spun backwards. Aralu's fighting style was that of fluidity - choosing to roll with and flow through contact, more akin to a pebble in a stream than a boulder. Unfortunately the time it had taken him to withdraw his pike and shift his weight, the man's strange 'talons' for lack of a better descriptor, were less than a foot away.

The Ren felt a hard contact on his breastplate, a sharp scraping sound filling the air as his body rotated and the talons slashed across it. The contact caught him off guard - the gauntlet shield had proven ineffective - his foe had simply passed right through it. Despite his momentary feeling of shock, he never stopped moving. He felt the weight of his foe upon him, and as he slipped past the Zabrak, Aralu brought the haft of his saberpike around, aiming for the back of his opponent's head with the lightsaber resistant pike. Moving gracefully like a bantha fighter he arched his body, turning to face the enemy as his lunge would likely carry him past.

His shield had proven useless and so it was with a quiet snarl that the Ren deactivated it, grasping the pike with both hands as he faced his enemy, nearly back to back with Magnus. Together as a team they would defeat the intruders - with the power of the Dark Side they would prevail against this attack, however unnatural it seemed.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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INDELLIAN SPACE
ISON CORRIDOR
ALLIES: First Order, [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="T'yr Dellos"]
ENEMIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Zark"], [member="Rick Kaloo"]
FORCES: Civilian science frigate S.S. Shambhala (partially concealed in nebula)
DIRECTLY ENGAGING: Silara Varis (ANS Resolute Vengeance)

From the observation gallery, concealed in the Ivax Nebula, Ashin Varanin could see very little of the fight. Her focus rested on a single vessel, the only one that mattered here. The one that had attacked the Shambhala far away in Wild Space; the one that had fired on her only minutes ago. ANS Resolute Vengeance had taken up a position far above the plane of battle. This vantage point offered only a partial view of the distant light cruiser. Still, Ashin knew its lines, not just from past battles but from fonder memories. Ayden Cater had played a crucial role in designing that ship. Its axial weapons cluster had been his brainchild. But brilliant as he was, Cater had known his best work came from collaboration, and when building those exact Javelin hypervelocity guns, he'd sought out a second opinion.

Ashin had been happy to provide it.

She stood alone in the observation deck. One hand wore a black, flexible, metallic glove she'd retrieved from a private lockbox. Time had woven layers of myth and power into the Glove of Darth Vader, and she'd often found it a useful complement to her way of doing business. She clenched a fist, hard enough that the ancient Sith artifact creaked, and dug down into her rage. She didn't have to dig far. Silara Varis, some random young Alliance commander, had made herself the closest thing to a true personal enemy that Ashin had experienced in many, many years. She'd done her level best to kill every civilian aboard the Shambhala for the sake of her pride. She'd murdered members of her own bridge crew to do it. Contempt didn't begin to cover what Ashin felt for Captain Varis. A non-negligible part of Ashin considered a truly insane expenditure of power, a Force Storm in the classical sense, but that rare and ancient power would leave her weak and vulnerable. Besides, something like that would shred the Resolute Vengeance all too easily. When done right, payback gave the offender time to contemplate their mistake.

Instead, Ashin closed her eyes and placed her right fist in her left palm. She stretched out to find the Resolute Vengeance, and the heavy spinal mount that Varis had just fired. That gun required a two-minute break to fire again. Ashin found and visualized its long barrel's gadolinium superconductors, its quarzite crystals, the elements she and Cater had nailed down together. She knew, likely better than the vessel's crew did, that a crimp or kink or interruption at the right point could make the gun's next shot rip off the ship's entire prow - or worse.

Eyes still shut, she raised her right hand in a claw, then knotted a fist with her full power behind it. Far away, two heartbeats before the heavy Javelin's next shot, a frigid old strength clamped down on its barrel.

OOC note: Zark and Dellos are under stealth.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Icy Cave System | Hoth​

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

Allies: ​

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

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Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Aela Talith"]
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The bobbing and weaving of the speeder as Castor navigated the dangerous spires of ice and snow, coupled with the violent wind kept his shots from hitting their intended target but it didn't mean they hadn't hit anything. As the sprays of melted snow burst up from the ground around her, the loud snap and fizzle of melted durasteel were almost drowned out by the roar of their engines. Taking another look over his shoulder, he noted Kaalia was close behind - she was keeping up, good. Had he had the luxury, he might have even complimented her on her skill - keeping up in such terrible weather and across such dangerous terrain - it was good to have a fellow Ren with him, even if he did think he was capable enough of dealing with the threat.

Eyes snapping back to the front, his fingers shifted on the handlebars, a sharp intake of breath filling his lungs as he swerved to his right. A piece of jutting ice flew past, nearly skewering the man as he shot by - had he reacted a moment later the chase would have ended, quite unceremoniously. Frantically he searched for their quarry, his attention now solely focused on the task at hand, his internal musings needed to be suppressed lest he find himself the unintended recipient of a fatal wound - or several.

The speeder complained, a creak emanating through its body as he brought his bearing back around. *There.* he thought to himself. His eyes caught the tail end of the woman's speeder, a healthy plume of dark smoke rising as she changed direction. As he approached, he saw a wide cave opening and as his eyes scanned the horizon he knew she had to have entered here. A quick visual scan across the ground showed a recent heat trail. A satisfied sneer crossed Castor's features. *Once more... into the caves.* Satisfaction turned to amusement.

Gunning his speeder's engines, Castor nosed his speeder towards the entrance, another spray of snow and melted ice flaring up behind him. As the speeder shot into the opening, he ducked low, avoiding several low hanging stalactites. Only several meters into the caves he was forced to bring his craft to a halt. Not only had the opening significantly tightened but just ahead he saw the shadowed form of what appeared to be their quarry's vehicle parked across their path. Lifting his leg over the side of his own speeder Castor cursed. They'd have to move the speeder if they were to proceed, and even then - on foot.

Sliding his speeder to the side of the tunnel, he quickly grabbed the body of the deserted speeder, forcing it aside as he threw his body weight into it. It shifted, but not as far as it needed to. Again, this time with a small surge of Dark Side power he propelled himself forward. With a grunt, the speeder was shoved aside, opening the way for the pair of Ren. *The chase continues.* With a simple command, Castor's helmet activated the low light display, allowing him an enhanced view of the interior of the caves. Light played across the snow and ice casting strange shadows and awkward shafts of illumination. It was almost beautiful, but just as deadly. The caves were no simple playground. In an instant, the ice could shift - caving in or even opening crevasses deep into the crust of Hoth. Those were just the natural hazards.

The cruel temperatures made life difficult on the surface of Hoth, even beneath there was little respite from the chill, but what truly made Hoth dangerous was the life that did happen to call the ice planet home. Wampas, Talz, to name a couple - both dangerous. As of yet the Knight of Ren hadn't seen any evidence of the creatures but they had only just entered the caves. With a labored sigh he trudged carefully deeper into the cave system, a singular thought passing from his mind sending echoes through the Force.

<< We're coming for you Jamie. >>​

Gear:

Spoiler

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

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Allies: FO | [member="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"]

Enemies: GA | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Rusty"] |[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]

Directly Engaging: A mouthful of wing and snow.

Milk white eyes stared as the wall of snow rose and clouded out the sky.

It was the very first time that Arcana had nothing to say. Her throat dry, trying to gulp, but finding it difficult if not completely impossible with that raging towards them. There wasn't anything they could do, nothing that could be done against nature itself aligning itself against their position. Her hand found Kira's and gripped tight. Two moments later the ice rushed through and hit them square on, sending them flying.

The rest was a blur of choked breaths, snow filling everything, ice cutting everywhere. She couldn't see anything besides the endless white, until even then the Arkanian was forced to close her eyes against the assault of frigid snow trying to force itself through her eyes and freeze her eyelids.

For a moment she tried to say something, but then the pressure snapped and Arcana blacked out.

Minutes passed or maybe it were hours.

Could have been seconds or maybe days, but eventually the sharp sense of ice enveloping her rose her from her sleep. Something was stuck inside her mouth.... feathers? What the living frak. Before Arcana could bite down in sheer force of instinct, the wing was pulled out and she fell to the side, suddenly the weight pressing her down against the ice disappearing with the wing. Light flowed in from the warm, molten ice above her and she could just about see Kira disappearing out of it.

A grim line was draw across her mouth and Arcana followed suit, struggling to find places to climb herself up from the slippery ice and snow.

Minutes later she collapsed next to Kira.

Milk white eyes saw only snow all around, but something within her told her that this was only the beginning... not the end.

"We... got to move." Arcana forced through gritted teeth clenching tight to push out the cold seeping into her. "W-w-w-we are sitting ducks here."

 

[Aver Brand]

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


She was maneuvering across the treacherous terrain when something unfolded to her left. Pineal eye sensors and advanced combat sensor arrays worked wonders. The cloaked mercenary considered the owner of the black wings. Then the pale, shorter figure beside her.

Forcers. Dammit. Just what they needed – more Ren.

Unmoving, Aver spoke quietly but clearly into the team comms: “Got two Ren, 9 o’clock. Handling them now.”
This new development did come with a silver lining, though; she’d get to keep her distance from Kerrigan. The rage rising to a steady boil in her chest didn’t belong to the mercenary, but it nonetheless threatened to send her flying off the handle. Matsu desired revenge with a passion that could well turn Hoth into Mustafar given enough time.

Without delay she began closing the distance, taking in the calculations and numbers speeding across her HUD. At twenty meters, she readied her wrist blaster, thinking about what she’d eat when she got back home. At fifteen, she was already daydreaming about the thick spices of Anajjan cuisine while locking her aim with a little help from the power armor servos.

At ten, Aver decided on bantha steak over hibbas breast and shot twice at each ot the Ren. The first of each, your regular ole’ blaster. The second – a Ssi-Ruuvi stun bolt.

 

[Alleycat]

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Location: On station; Medical - Section Two​

Allies: FO [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]​

[member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]​

[member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Jianna Raas"] [member="Aleksander Miles"] [member="Face"]​

Enemies: GA [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Spark Finn"]​

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

[member="Sieb Tevv"]​

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“We head up, pick up stragglers and get out of here,” Leona told Dr. Kay as she stood with her back to the viewport.

Brask'ari'sabosen's glowing red eyes followed where the recently field promoted Colonel now was looking out into the surgical suite. The Chiss doctor sighed heavily to herself not showing her enraged emotion outwardly at the destruction of the state of the art medical facility that had been in full swing just a few hours before helping and saving innocent lives of those who sought medical care from the Anoth sector and even beyond. Karisa thought of the man whom she was doing open heart surgery on when the Galactic Alliance attacked the space station. The traveling civilian merchant's chances of a full recovery from his heart attack and early intervention provided by the Kuragin medical staff were excellent until the hull had been breeched. Not only was his life lost, but those of her surgical team colleagues, who only were trying to do no harm per their oaths. It sickened Dr. K that their deaths and others like them were the seemingly acceptable collateral damage an opposing faction would consider as okay. But this was war, and war was not kind even if you were on the winning side unfortunately.

The blue-skinned near human listen as the Admiral and Colonel spoke of things going on outside the space station. It seemed not only did they have unwanted company on the Kuragin itself, but the space surround them was getting crowed as well. Hopefully they would be able to get to a transport or even an escape pod before all hell broke loose. There were more patients Dr. K wanted to help and save, thus today was not her day to die if she could help it.

The situation looked grim, but the Galaxy had thrown much worse at her. “Right, up these stairs past level three of the next section, which should... Should be engineering, level three - from there we’ll get better access to the station. I might be able to cut off power and help get rid of the pest there.” And then Fiolette finally got a look at Dr. Kay’s weapon, and then looked at Dr. Kay again, “remind me when this is over to have you stationed on the Warspite.” “I’m touched,” Colonel Eldrel remarked, “you love me so much.” “I need you to keep Commodore Rashad happy, she’s going to be down my throat when this is all done.” Colonel Eldrel shook her head and refrained from commenting. "There an armoury nearby?" "Should be, chief engineer's office is on the same level, we can gear up there." Admiral Yvarro answered, "until then let's hope the Alliance is allergic to duraplast flashlights."

The Chiss doctor's dark head tilted down to look at the Charric Pistol that was sticking out of her lab coat's pocket.

"This... " Karisa said, pulling the side arm out into view for inspection. "It is a carry over from when I served with the CEDF. Medical officers were trained as soldiers first. I assure you I am of good aim, if I must be, Admiral," she nodded curtly, sliding it back into her pocket before moving to the door to the stairs with a medkit strung over her shoulder and a flashlight of her own in hand. They needed to move quickly now as time was running out if the survivors of the attack were actually going to live.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | @TK-4621 Strain | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | @Ashard Graush | [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"]​

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E N E M I E S​

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aeron [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Kreelan"] | [member="Rusty"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]​

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E N G A G I N G​

[member="Ryan [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Korr"] | [member="Xel"]​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Eliminate Hostiles | Aid the First Order Ground Forces​

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F L A R E S​

[member="Bryce Bantam"] & ORC Folks!​

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They'll do their worst - right about that Smokes. "Copy Smokes, Balance be on your side." Ishana acknowledged and watched her wingmate peel off and head back for another pickup. She settled into her seat and came through the clouds when she noted smoke near Outpost Veers. It was one of the many things that caught her attention aside from the shifting of snow rolling toward the Outpost. Her stomach churned but she steeled herself as her radar picked up a lot of enemy signatures. "And this is what I like to call a target rich environment, kids." Wampa Squadron, she thought to herself.

:: Strike Four to Wampa One on my six, I want your element spread on Mike Delta Wilson Niner-Niner-Egg. ::​

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:: Acknowledged Striker Four, Wampa Squadron Span Mike Delta Wilson Niner-Niner-Egg ::​

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"I've got crash site, dropping flares on site - call out to FIMS," Ishana told Pierce on their private channel before switching to an encoded channel to the Watchtower station in orbit. "Striker Four to Overwatch Actual. Call for FIMS, over." She waited and made a pass over the crash site dropping flares on it and encoding the coordinates to Watchtower. She waited for the reply, and while she waited for Ishana spotted a set of B-Wings near the walkers.

:: Strike Four to Wampa One, bogeys on the side. Let's get these boys and girls engaged and away from the Outpost ::​

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:: Copy Strike Four, Wampa Squadron moving to engage ::​

​

"Overwatch Actual to Strike Four acknowledged FIMS fleet inbound to Hoth. Coordinates received." And then the comms went dead and Ishana turned her TIE/R around and moved to speed past the Snowfighters. She definitely wanted to get fighters away from the already beleaguered men and women of the Outpost. The Raptor emerged ahead of the smaller delta shaped formations which looked to be a series of small arrow heads heading toward their opponents. Time to test the new ion and solar ionisation cannons she figured. "Alright, alright, alright let's do this." She said to herself and took in a deep breath as the B-Wings grew closer on her visual range. The speed of the Raptor outpaced her Ithaqua cousins, Ishana targeted one of the B-Wings and squeezed the trigger on her ion cannons letting them loose.

 

[Progflaw99]

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-- -- --​

Location: Bespin, Lower Levels, Hilikan Incineration Plant​

Status: High Alert​

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

@First Order​

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Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Adder"]​

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

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Directly Engaging: [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member=Shamira Karuto"]​

-- -- --​

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As the FOSB agent clambered back up onto the platform, she grimaced. *Feth my ribs smart.* She hadn't expected Jedi - or at the very least, force users. It was peculiar. Why was an incineration plant being assaulted? Her mind raced. She felt the railing shift, a groaning of metal as it bent and twisted. Frantically her eyes locked onto the woman who stood a short distance away, golden lightsaber humming. She seemed to be focusing on something. Confirming Val's suspicion, the bar she clung to shook once more, a loud crack sounding as one end of the railing snapped and twisted away. *NO.* With a sudden surge of energy, driven by fear - by anger, Val swung herself up onto the platform, rolling over twice before resting on her stomach.

While she'd been busy escaping her perilous situation, the droids had been busy rushing towards their targets. The droid that had taken the right most path had cut in, feet driving it quickly towards the woman with a lightsaber, left arm outstretched. A cackle of electricity and a rapid blast of energy erupted from the droid's open palm. The droid's goal not to kill, but incapacitate. A stun blaster, concealed in the very construction of the droid's arm and hand, had fired off mere feet away from the golden saber wielding woman. Its right arm was held low, ready for a follow up attack.

Simultaneously its twin had advanced on the farther back of the two, the Togruta. This droid did much the same. The Togruta's words seemed to have no effect on their singular mission, each taking a different target. As the second droid sprinted towards the Togruta, it ducked low to the ground and approaching the woman's dangerous blue lightsaber - dove for her feet, arms outstretched. An aggressive move, but one calculated for. By staying low, it kept its profile small and the most protective materials of the droids body facing the enemy - according to the droids tactical calculations it was the least probably of being sliced and diced in one movement and offered the best opportunity for success.

With a quick grunt - Val pushed herself to a knee. Instinct told her to reach for her blaster pistol - experience told her to reach for the carbine attached to her kit. Biting down hard on the inside of her cheek she made the decision in a milisecond. Fingers grasping the grip of her blaster pistol, she drew it up and rotated the barrel forward, her finger already squeezing the trigger as the barrel lined up on the woman in front of her.

*ZZZAAAAAP*​

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An angry red bolt fired towards her, aimed at center mass. Val's quick reflexes brought her up into a standing position after the first shot had been fired.

-- -- --​

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At the command center, things had begun heating up - an alert had begun sounding on one of the many panels. An override sequence had begun spooling. Agent Mattson narrowed his eyes, attempting to locate the source when he heard the subtle fizzle of electronics near one of the pairs of blast doors leading into the command center. Someone was... attempting to get in? A quick cursory glance at one of the security monitors displayed a KX droid standing at the console.

"Cut power to that system, now!" he shouted. ​

​

Immediately one of the facility staff, a grizzled Ugnaught, stepped to the door, his hands quickly reaching for the large breaker on the wall. Wrapping his gnarled hands around the handle, he pulled once - twice. With a loud audible clunk, the lights and panels next to the door flickered out - power having been cut off at the source by a manual breaker. It was fortunate that the facility was an old one, one that hadn't been completely modernized as those may not have had such a feature.

Power could easily be restored - the electrical wiring on the other side of the door easy to circumvent if someone had a basic knowledge of electricity. It was by no means a final measure but it would by the FOSB agent some time. Frantically he tried to think. What were his options? He nervously fingered the blaster at his waist. It took him a few precious moments to decide - his hands moving quickly to his comm. The Ren. It was the only remaining option - otherwise he was a dead man. Enabling the encrypted comm - he sent a plea for help.

:: This is Hilikan Control - Requesting Immediate assistance, the perimeter has been breached by unknown hostiles. ::​

Spoiler

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

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

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

Additional Forces:
2 x BV-S 3 Security Droids

 

[Ignatius Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="DT-317"]
Enemies: None.
Objective: Convince the Death Troopers to help out.
Loadout:SB-UO1 Wrist Datapad | Huginn Biocomm Network | Comet OSM-10

"For the reason any agent, or soldier does." Ignatius replied, he was becoming somewhat testy with the Death Troopers. He hadn't anticipated that soldiers could be this chatty. He was somewhat curious as to what the chatter and static between the group meant. "For the greater good of the First Order." Ignatius replied drily, "To perform my duty as best as we can."

He paused, "The mission isn't anywhere near completed." Ignatius continued, eyeing the man cautiously, "I was ordered by my superiors to clear out all government owned data caches." The agent reported, "There are still three more to download. The priority of which was given to clearing the plans and test data for a new type of industrial asset being tested." Ignatius reported, "Given time is of the essence, I think it is the perogative of us to clear this data, before proceeding."

Rausgeber then paused again, "The time is ticking, and if all you're going to do is stand around like a bunch of slack jaws, and question everything," Ignatius stammered, "I'll complete the objective myself."

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant.​

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

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

Objective: Eradicate Galactic Alliance Presence from Hilikan Facility.​

​

As the rhetoric of the Galactic Alliance was transmitted across the Hilikan Plant, Brennan Cabrol silently questioned to what effect they hoped to accomplish with such propaganda in a place so void of civilian life as the smelting facility. The Plant itself had been mostly evacuated the moment the Alliance fleet had been anticipated for Bespin, the impending attack had seen to the sudden need to protect their citizens and ensure minimum fatalities where the First Order military personnel would set into action their counter-insurgency. As it stood, there were only First Order personnel within the plant, save for the Alliance agents who had infiltrated though for what purpose, Brennan could only assume. The Facility itself was an industrial plant, it aided in the financial stability of the industrial district though held little importance beyond that. The physical materials here that might be disposed of, holding any potential negative impact over the First Order, was set to flame and molten rivers of rock and metals, nothing tangible for the Alliance to use against them. The Control Center held security footage, though this was no relay station and their communications were thrown across the same active channels as any other facility in the City to Brennan's knowledge. Perhaps their contact [member="Val Kordova"] might be able to tell him differently, being an agent of First Order Intelligence (FOSB), yet in the event of an invasion force, said persons were responsible for the management and if necessary, complete eradication of sensitive information so to ensure the enemy gained no foothold over them. The two members of the Order of Ren had been re-routed here by [member="Samka Derith"], not for the sake of data recovery or to listen to the lies of the Alliance's supposed claims against First Order governance, but for the share fact that the enemy were here, and they were to be arrested or killed for their assault. Preferably the latter if Brennan had his way.

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:: This is Hilikan Control - Requesting Immediate assistance, the perimeter has been breached by unknown hostiles. ::​

As the message came across his Datapad, [member="Ara Ren"] continued to talk with [member="Taeli Raaf"], though Brennan didn't understand the reason behind her goading of their enemy, these precious seconds could and should be being used to get rid of the Jedi Master so that they could further delve into the facility en-route for the Control Center and the aid of their contact here. Surely by now the Stormtrooper Squads would have secured the eastern and northern front of the plant and sought to dig deeper into the facility, yet their means and methods might not be enough if the other Alliance members within were anything like the opponent they were currently disputing.

Ara Ren was on the move again, her first attempt to strike back at Taeli Raaf sought to take her legs out from under her and as the Jedi Master had produced a second blade from the circular hilt that she used, Brennan moved with a swift birth of force propelled speed to cover the distance that had been placed between them, simultaneously seeking to lash out with his lightsaber, a wide horizontal arc sweeping out intent to take her head from her shoulders from the left side to the right. His speed augmenting the momentum of his strike, his pursuit of the Jedi in sync with Ara's own attack; both hands gripping the hilt of his lightsaber, he followed through, lowering the blade then preparing for a second strike as his partner had targeted the Jedi's hilt, Brennan drawing his back towards himself and side stepping back, inhaling deeply as he focused; soon thrusting his lightsaber directly out as he stepped in closer to Taeli once more, intent on piercing her through the back, his blade seeking to penetrate her mid-section and if successful, targeting her vital organs, specifically the kidneys and stomach.

Time was becoming a frail ally, the longer they spent fighting with this Jedi, the less chance Val Kordova had of fending off the other Alliance Agents further within the plant. This lone Jedi was becoming a nuisance and with Ara Ren being so diminished in the Force, it was forcing Brennan to have to consider an alternative course, whether or not to stay and help defend his superior Ren, or otherwise abandon her to help the FOSB secure the facility.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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

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​

Makai had banked his thranta to the correct location. His riding companion had passed out, fell asleep, or was hiding her head against his back. It was hard to tell, although her body felt a little slack so if he had to guess she had passed out. Never fear though, they were back on solid ground. Death glares were thrown in his direction every so often,letting Makai know he was in trouble.


Eyes came to rest on the blonde girl again as she pointed at him. Boyish grin touched his features once again.


"Makai Dashiell at your service. Not much to say, typical rich kid. Divorced parents, thrill seeking to make up for the lack of stability at home. No real manners to speak of. Recently kicked out of a bar, I'm a mess."


In reality, it wasn't him in the slightest....beyond the rich kid with divorced parents part. Miss Blake seemed to know him in some fashion or another, no doubt she would roll her eyes at his statement. Mr. Zej came to lay a heavy hand on him in warning, squeezing the boys shoulder.


"Zejian Tenro, Director of Salvage for Salacia Consolidated. Unfortunately I don't have much in the way of resources to offer besides my own ingenuity, but ready to assist."

 

[Samka Derith]

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

[SIZE=11pt]A deeply primal fear was what Ghorua the Shark represented. Samka was battle hardened and increasingly detached due to her growth in the Dark Side yet the vision of being consumed by a monster was something one was unable to completely brush off. There was a prickle of fear in her gut as Sam withdrew from her assault on Ghorua’s mind, breaking off the connection with a wave of her palm. On the surface, of course, none of that would show. She had appearances to maintain. Instead Samka’s response would seem to be one of mild interest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Curiouser and curiouser,” she murmured. This… beast of a Bounty Hunter had remarkable resistance, all the more so for being apparently untouched by the Force. Sam was certain she had felt the Dark Side in there and it wasn’t her. If she could get ahold of him as a prisoner… the idea of dissecting his mind filled the girl with exhilaration for the secrets she could uncover.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Shark drew closer with surprising speed, now bringing his weapon to bare. Sam’s form shifted in response, her body became loose and each part of her swayed gently almost independent of each other; legs, hips, waist and shoulders all flowed and rock back and forth to give no hint of her next movements. As his saber-pike slammed downwards, Sam swiftly darted to her right side leaving the attack to connect with her ally. She admired the strength in the Mandolorian to go toe to toe with large Herlic, it was something she could not do. Sam already knew just how much the Bounty Hunter outclassed her in physical strength, blocking his attacks would be almost pointless with the power put behind the blows. Samka’s advantage lay elsewhere. She was a gymnast, a fencer, a dancer, her strength was in agility and motion, something boosted further by the Force. An already nimble form, advanced into unnatural speeds. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to Alkor’s words but nothing more needed to be said on her part, she needed her focus on the here and now. Without waiting for the Herlic to reposition from his first attack, Sam leaped forwards into his flank, bringing her lightsaber into a jab at the Hunter’s knee then a flick back outwards. She backflipped away again immediately afterwards, not wanting to stay too close for too long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She’d topple her colossal enemy with a strategy of hit and run bug bites.[/SIZE]

 

[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


She was giving the stink-eye to the apologetic delay message that she’d received from one of her SIS contacts. Apparently the encryption on protecting the mainframe was even stronger than initially estimated. The tech did elaborate something about two-fold anti-slicing measures, liquid keys, and other noise that went right over her head. She understood the basics and could even do a bit if she was already equipped with pre-programmed tools, but this was so far above her level she didn’t even bother.

Instead she considered the message she’d received from the Sheriff. Again.

Well, more accurately, she considered the contents of the attachment, its possible implications, and what exactly she could even tell the Marshall.

StrtCrypt;
StrtTrans;
RecTrans = Gabriel Sionoma;
ContTrans:
{
“Super encryption. ETA still 5.”;
“It’s weird. Reads like a bookie code ledger.”;
“Will get back to you in a few. Have to check something.”;
}
RecTrans = Lazin Meshki;
ContTrans:
{
“Take a look at this for me.”;
“You have 10.”;
}
EndTrans;
EndCrypt;

Meshki was an old underground contact, one of her CIs from way back when she was still on the Coruscant force. When the Sith took over, his business blossomed, and even now he still ran books, right under the noses of the Alliance. The bith was just that good. His loan sharking business operated under various guises, though the largest one was a record company for emerging artists.

Normally Adder would much rather put bastards like him in jail then ask them for help, but Meshki was surprisingly principled despite his line of work. He also ruled his part of the business with an iron fist, suppressing other competitors trying to muscle in on his territory. In his own way, he kept a part of the underworld clean – she respected that.

And, obviously, she respected his eye for coded ledgers.