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

[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="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 --- [member="Aver Brand"]

The clash of true battle was different compared to the grueling training sessions they had gone through back on Skye and the enclosed Fortress of Ren there.

No order, no clarity, just the endless thickening and miasmatic waste of death and danger overloading her senses. How the feth they were supposed to make any sense of any of this was beyond Arcana, but she tried anyway. If not for her sake, then for the sake of her friend who was already crouching over her with wings brushed tight. In any other situation the Arkanian would have protested - shouted that she didn't need any form of protection.

But all that of that evaporated the moment every single one of her senses rung out in alarm. It cut out the sound from her throat, choking out in a hiss, before her hands whipped up.

Thin graceful fingers cutting through the air in practiced gestures to channel the Force.

Seconds before the blaster shots would reach her a shield would be projected around herself and her friend. Already the drain settled into the depths of her body, but she gritted her teeth and persisted. There: the thin shimmer of light bending around the defensive aura made itself known.

Arcana smiled, but that didn't take long... not when the first round ripped straight through her beautiful shield and send a shock through her body.

"Pffnfnuuu." The Ren hissed out as the feedback ran through her body and she noticed how Kira rose up, the lightsaber deflecting the shot meant for her. But indignant joy was soon replaced by dismay once one eye noticed the curve of the second shot, how it curled around the plasma bar and kissed her friend's wing.

The effects were almost immediate.

"Kira!" Arcana shouted while rising up to catch her friend. This wasn't the correct course of action, because the now dead-weight wing took her full in the face again. Instead of helping the Ren was suddenly dizzy and as her fellow Ren was stumbling against her, so was she send stumbling, instead of assisting in balancing her out.

The snow was soft at the very least, but it was a mess of wings, limbs and body-mass trying to awkwardly disengage from each other and push themselves up again.

With some difficulty Arcana managed to calm herself down and get a hold of Kira's shoulder. "Stop moving," She hissed to her friend, before softly pushing her off of her. "Look... one of ours?"

In the distance the figure who had been shooting at them was currently otherwise occupied... with another warrior.

Smaller than who she was assaulting.

"What should we do?"

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Jorg"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: This datapad
Objective: Trying to save face

His attempts to grab the datapad were futile. The Fifth Legion Major was quick on his reflexes and used the SIS agent as a barrier to keep Canal away from the datapad. After Locke had dragged the clone a few feet away from Jorg and a slap to the face, he did calm down. The logic in Jorg's argument could be seen and they desperately needed the rest of their equipment. Their mission objective was also important but not as important as to getting their armor and weaponry. They could always fill in their mission with something else which was unlikely as they were going to see through the whole datapad.

"Fine, let's just get through this; but once we've found our equipment and what we have to do I'm breaking it."

No need to waste their time in knowing what else happened in the suite last night.

 

[Vexen]

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin

Location: Deck C, heading down towards engineering
With [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Keric Dynt"]
Enemies: @camaeron centurion [member=Brask'ari'sabosen] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]


Vexen slammed her back against the lift as it juddered and started to move down. Spark seemed to have a handle on keeping it under control, but the lights kept flickering. Vexen could just sense the connection between the human girl and the machines through the Force, despite the skill being entirely alien to her. However, there wasn’t anything much she could do about the power fluctuations.

She let out a long, strained hiss through her teeth. Inch by inch she slid to the floor, leaving flecks of blood on the wall behind her. Her shoulder hurt. As brave as she was trying to be the shooting hot bursts of fire that kept running up and down her arm were greater than any pain she’d been administered before.

Vexen risked a glance down at it. Fur and flesh were matted together in one burnt mass. She looked away quickly and gulped down air before she could be sick.

Find your place in the Force she told herself. Deep, slow breaths and she let her mind drift away from her body to draw on the Force. It bolstered her resolve, took the edge off her pain and fear.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. Vexen was looking towards Ipsy. The innocent, affable amaran. Her friend. Vexen felt a deep pang of guilt. Micah could handle himself. He’d been through worse than this. But it was her fault that Ipsy was here. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come,” she murmured.

With a low growl she forced herself back to her feet. They were heading down into engineering now, the bowels of the station. She tentatively moved her left arm, reaching for a power pack. She nearly dropped it with her fingers trembling, but managed to slide it home into her silenced blaster pistol. She looked to her data device.

They still had comms from outside the station, routed through those shuttles still in place. An Alliance flotilla was in the system. If that was here then they had completed their original goal of disabling the station’s sector wide information management systems. No Alliance teams had reported the success, but perhaps that had been the crash that had reverberated through the entire station?

“We’ve got to get you to something critical,” she said to Spark. And Vexen would, no matter what presented itself to stop them.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

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

These droids were smart. Really smart. Smarter than any droids she had trained or had fought against. Instead of both coming towards her like she had planned, only one of the pair came towards her, while the other made its way towards the cryomancer. Frowning lightly, Shamira spun her lightsaber quickly in front of her, letting the droid get closer to her. If she couldn’t get both of them, the least she could do was focus on destroying the one advancing on her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other droid being lifted up in the air, arms ripped off in quite a gruesome fashion that made her shiver slightly. But even then, Shamira couldn’t help but smirk lightly at the sight, silently wishing that she had taken more time to train with Kaida and learn that power before coming on this mission, though someone wouldn’t think that they needed magnetism on a stealth mission.
Her eyes and attention being on Kaida as she released a streak of lightning towards the woman didn’t help when the droid dived at her feet. Shamira sucked in breath quickly as a surprise, and attempted to drop back a few feet so it wouldn’t catch her. Fingertips of the droid grazed her ankles as she was only just able to jump back in time. Rearing back once at a safe distance, she released a quick force push downward, fully intent on pinning the droid to the floor of the factory. Quickly after, the togruta leaped over the drop, low enough so that her outstretched lightsaber would drag along its back if it hadn’t managed to escape her force push.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

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

Since she couldn't feel or sense Maalik through the force or see him due to his suit, she was relieved to see the other knight of ren moving and fighting something from the corner of her eyes. It meant Maalik was still alive. Still, the one she was fighting seemed to have impressive acrobatic skills. As her staff went through the air, the Mirialan took a step back and rotated her wrists once again and pulled inward so the plasma end of the staff was up on her right side and the base was angled at the ground by her left boot.

As the kick came, she'd move the staff across her body, the plasma end going to block those harsh-looking boots of his. But she wasn't as prepared for her amount of force behind his kick. The tip of his boots slammed into the metal of her staff, sending a pop into her nose.

She took a stumbling step back but managed to hang onto the staff as blood began to drip down her green face and purple lips. Resetting her feet as the Ren finished his rotation in the air, she sent the force forward in a precise and almost surgical move, attempting two things: one, to slam down on his chest or ankles, depending how he landed, and anchor him in place on his back or feet and two, to wrench and twist the very helmet off his head.

She was used to manipulating the force on a cellular level as a healer. Even with the pain of her bruised, bloody, and potentially broken nose, this sort of TK came naturally. She wanted to see this Ren's face. Who was the man behind the mask who refused to yield?

 

[Ara Zambrano]

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

Spoiler

[member="Bryce Bantam"]

Theme: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO2_3pVd5k0[/youtube]

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

The satisfying sound of metal hitting metal brought a smug grin to the Knight’s face as her attack slid home, hilt of her blade locking between the curved disc and soft flesh of the Master’s wrist. Her ally moved in for another attack, eyes narrowing as she met the violet orbs in front of her, pride waring with caution in her own mind. The words their opponent spoke all but ignored in the heat of the battle, sounding too much like a lecture for her to bother to respond, fingers already shifting their grip on the hilt of Cruentis Cor, preparing to increase the pressure on the other woman’s hand.

”Go. Assist with th-“

Cool fingers wrapped around her hand, the expression changing subtly on the Jedi’s face, even as her weight shifted, their close quarters grapple leaving the knight with little to do but move with the change in trajectory.

Fire burned through her abdomen, robbing the knight of breath.

For a moment, everything froze.

Violet eyes burned into her vision, that cold, mocking smile seared into memory, overlaid with other flashes.

Light surrounded her, the black photo-negative of a handprint centered, mixing with the violet and crimson lights thrown off from the four blades, one of which burned through the skin, muscle, and bone of her lower rib cage.

Blood ran down her chin in small rivulets, the shredded skin now the least of her concerns as each breath sent ice through her veins, a supernova of heat and pain flaring from her gut.

Ice and fire wared with each other throughout her body, the hammering of her heart as it struggled against the tide of agony overwhelming all other sounds in her mind, a gasp torn from her throat.

Emerald flashed up to Brennan’s, even as she pushed forward, driving the blade into herself further, closing the slight bit of distance between her opponent and herself. The fingers wrapped around the hilt of her borrowed blade relaxing slightly, acceptance as she listened to the sound her frantic heart slowing with each breath, fingers and toes already numb with cold.

A soft smile curved up the edges of Ara’s mouth as she inclined her head at Taeli, an acknowledgement of a battle well fought and game well played, even as her damaged left arm flashed out. The gauntlet settled on her wrist activated, hidden vibroblade aimed at the armour protecting the woman’s ribs. If she was going down, she’d do her best to take the woman in front of her out with her.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Allies: @Aela Talith
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Location: Hoth - Caves

Echoes of footsteps rattled off the walls, the grounding of rock and snow beneath her feet, and those of the Ren not too far behind her carried for a ways. Several tunnels split away from the main. Despite the growing darkness the further in the blonde ran, her sapphire eyes caught site of what looked to be deep seated claw marks in the stone walls, and what looked to be traces of small bones scattered throughout. Fossils perhaps, or remnants of a predator's meals. Neither prospect seemed particularly promising in her mind, but regardless the need to carry on was there. She couldn't turn back, not unless she wished to be recaptured, and likely beaten, or worse.

Without much thought the Jedi chose one of the pathways that split off from the main, quickly making her way through the damp, cold cavern, despite having an incredibly difficult time seeing where exactly she was going. While she could have drew upon her knowledge of Force Sight, her focus was more on protecting her core body temperature from freezing to death. Thus, the disadvantage of sight was hers to bear. The footsteps behind her ceased for what seemed like a moment, likely the two behind her deciding which way she had went. Sadly, hiding her tracks wasn't what she had time to do. Footprints would be left in the direction she had ran.

Fingers traced the wall as Jamie continued, until finally she paused. Wha---??? Fingers pressed on something that was neither rock nor metal. It felt...Soft? Fuzzy even. It felt almost like fur. Then it moved, almost as if drawing breath. A warm gust of air blew her hair back, and a vibration of breathing was heard rather audibly in front of her. With little in the way of alternatives, Jamie forced herself to concentrate on seeing without her eyes, even if it were only long enough to identify what it was in front of her, blocking her path. What she saw though was anything but a welcome sight. A massive form with fur covering the entirety of its' body, a maw as ferocious as a rancor, and as its' eyes opened, the look of a pure blooded predator.

Fear encapsulated the blonde noblewoman as she shrieked in horror, serving only to further rouse the monster from its' sleep. The wampa seemed almost in disbelief that a meal would deliver itself straight to where it slept, only to wake it and offer itself up. Jamie slowly backed away, step by step, her azure eyes staring back at another demon that would haunt her dreams at night for weeks to come. And as it stood to its' full height, she found herself staring upwards, only to slip on a patch of slick rock beneath her feet.

Hands extended downwards to break her fall, yet she was paralyzed to move. The Jedi remembered her extensive training with Aela on Dxun, taming Drexl and other beasts, but whether or not that would work on this monster, or whether she could muster the courage to try was another story.

Her vision went dark again, the air felt bitter cold. She closed her eyes, projecting herself towards the mind of the beast.

Castor was now far less of a concern to her.

 

[Isar Kislo]

Location: Approaching the Party Near Outpost Veers
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Arcana Altana"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] (Limiting enemy tags to those in my immediate area)

Isar, having elected for the above-ground route, made much more expedient progress than his associates beneath the ground. The solitary white-robed warrior continued to hide his face as much as possible behind the long neck of his Tauntaun as it continued to gallop entirely unchallenged and, honestly, largely unnoticed across the tundra. Isar did his best to direct the beast's movements such that it remained largely masked against sloping ridges and other terrain features that kept it from being silhouetted against the horizon.

The Force swirled around the Zeison Sha warrior - its current slowly whispering into his mind. However, it granted him very little insight of specific use. There were two realities on the surface of Hoth, especially in his immediate area. The first was that the intensive concentration and clash of various presences made defining any one presence nigh on impossible. This reality coalesced with the second reality... Isar's own training in the Force was not so comprehensive as to grant him the ability to walk through its currents, detaching his mind from his conscious body effectively enough to see clearly through the muddied currents of the life-binding Force.

An old adage came to mind... The Dark Side clouds much.

Isar Kislo, however, was not so foolish or, perhaps, foolishly romantic.

"Kislo, where the kark are you?"

Glacier-blue eyes rolled at the sound of Aeron's voice. "Please hold." Isar whistled a random tune for perhaps five seconds before giving Aeron an actual response. "Sorry about that Aeron, you called me just when I was in the middle of an invasion. I knew you would start missing me, so I'll see you soon baby cakes." Well...it was a response at least.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the two newly arrived Ren came into view. Isar found their location near the edge of the battle to be somewhat curious...though not as curious as the partially snow-covered parts of the base's perimeter.

She had to choose Hoth...

 

[Aver Brand]

​

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="Kyrel Ren"] | Outpost Veers
Directly Engaging: [member="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Arcana Altana"] | [member="Anora Shaw"]
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


Busted.

Aver didn’t defend. Not couldn’t – though still learning, she was no slouch at controlling technology. The trouble lay in the fact that her being a Forcer? that was her ace in the hole. None of her opponents, and, hell, not even her allies knew it.

So she didn’t stop the Ren. Her power armor made a sad noise as its sensors, dampers, and targeting assistance winked out of existence under the pressure of Anora’s attack.

Alas, the Ren had made a fatal mistake. She'd turned away from Kerrigan, who now reached forth with a powerful drain.

Aver Brand moved as soon as her ally distracted Anora with the attack on her Force reserves. Even if the Ren managed to counteract or resist it, she’d have to split her attention – that was enough of a window for the mercenary.

Her trusty LeMat sprang into her left hand, and she fired off three shots at the enemy. Each one went lower, starting with the head and going down to the gut. Oh, and the last one… that one was a shotgun round, because LeMat was frakkin’ sweet pistol. And what do ya know! Its accomplished manufacturer was right on the other side of the tank, firing sabot rounds at Vader Ren.

This truly was an assortment of grizzled, battle-hardened mercenaries.

But anyway, a shotgun blast to the gut, at close-range? It wasn't going to be a fun experience for Master Ren in her lightweight armor.

As soon as she’d depressed the trigger for the last time, Aver burst towards the two Ren Disciples with her twice augmented speed – Lionheart’s servos and CERS – clearing the measly ten meters separating them in the blink of an eye. Going fast enough to put the galloping herd of Tauntaun to shame, she kicked it up a notch with the jetpack just as she was about to slam into the bundle of Ren limbs.

That was a quarter tonne of anger, metal, and mercenary. On speed.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Hoth Caves
Objective: Save the Padawan
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Ship: The Sneaky McSneakyface

Aela rushed forward.

The Caverns beneath the mountains seemed to have been carved entirely from ice. Every once in a while she glanced upward, spotting deep claw marks from where Wampas or other creatures had carved their way through the ice. Her lips thinned as she sensed panic flowing through the bracelet, her eyes locking ahead as she increased her speed and allowed the force to flow through her. The Jedi Master sprinted forward, practically leaping through the cold corridors ahead of her.

She turned slightly, shifting her weight so that she could leap down another level of the caverns.

Aela landed with a soft thud, her head pulling up as she heard a muted roar up ahead through the caverns. A frown pulled at her lips, her gaze slowly wandering around the open chamber. It seemed that she had stumbled into a Wampa nest. Half a dozen bones lay scattered around, a dozen or so corpses were still freshly frozen, Taun Taun's. She scowled for a moment, then slowly began to creep forward towards where she knew Jamie would be.

The Jedi Master knew the creatures were fearsome, but she simply didn't have time to deal with them.

A sigh escaped her throat, and then she burst forward. It didn't matter if she ran into a wampa, she had to save her padawan.

 

[Subject 37]

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

"Alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist." Jorg commented as he turned slightly so both Elliot and Canal could see the screen.

A part of him didn't really want to do this, a part of him agreed with Canal that they shouldn't even look, but...they didn't really have a choice. This was their only way of finding out what had happened to their equipment, and hopefully they would be able to learn exactly what they'd been sent here to do anyway. He frowned for a few moments, staring at the screen.

Then he pressed the play button.

What followed was a depiction of debauchery that would have made a Zeltron Madame blush. At first it was just a simple series of photos, Elliot, Canal and He enjoying a few drinks. Then slowly things began to unfold more and more. Women jumped into the photos, followed quickly by more women, then quickly things began to run out of control. Several of the photographs showed Canal and Elliot doing lines of spice, a few depicted Jorg quite literally faceplanting into a pile of red powder. There were some photos of Canal climbing what appeared to be a human pyramid of naked females, and of course there was the video of Elliot attempting to...well it was too horrible to really put into words.

A few times Jorg had to look away, either closing his eyes to rub the bridge of his nose or just shaking his head.

Once or twice he caught one of the other men looking away in shame, and in truth the last few pictures of him, Elliot, and a woman he assumed was Cassandra in the hot tub would make it hard to look the man in the eye. Eventually however the photos came to a conclusion, landing on a final shot of a group of six women taking a selfie, three of them holding the black duffel bags he and the others had brought onto Cloud City.

Jorg stood stunned for a moment, then slowly cleared his throat. "So...they...have...our...bags..."

He coughed.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

---​

Allies: [member="Castor Ren"]​

Enemies: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Aela Talith"]​

---​

Kaalia's eyes were on their target, Jamie Pyne coming closer and closer with each step. The Force amplified her speed in each step, feeling it course through her being as it empowered her. You shouldn't have escaped-

Suddenly, corrupting amber orbs turned to emerald as her heart sank, interrupting her train of thought and taking away her focus on the objective. The power she felt around her dissipated into nothingness as her pursuit came to a grinding halt, falling down to her knees after taking the last step. She watched as their escapee slowly left her eyesight with Castor still chasing after her. "No," she mumbled with nobody around to hear it. "No, no, no. This is wrong. This isn't real." Although the young woman did not know what exactly caused the desperation to settle in, while tears started forming in her eyes, she felt something fade. A bond, a life. The redhead struggled to take off her mask, feeling the biting cold slam against her face now that it was bare to the elements, then buried her face in her hands, the walls of the caverns replaced by pitch black as her breath became heavier and heavier. "This is... this isn't real. This is a trick." They were hollow words in a vain attempt to snap herself out of it, to convince her it was a feeling instilled by Jamie in an attempt to shake off her pursuers.

A flash. Not one of light, but of an image. It was without question the visage of [member="Ara Ren"] and as she realized this the familiar sight slowly started fading, making it clear what was happening. Her eyes were no longer able to contain the liquid that formed as tears started meandering down her cheek stopping at her hands were their paths were blocked, the streams zipping from left to right from Kaalia's violent headshaking. "Get out of my head. Get out of my head!" Her voice became weaker and weaker, desperation turning to grief and sadness as her entire body started to shake, but it wasn't from the cold. She didn't feel the freezing temperature anymore, her world reduced to the pitch-black confines of her mind. "G-get... out of my head... Stop... this..."

 

[Lucien Studley]

Location: En route, Hyperspace
Objective: Assist GADF
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Face"] | [member="Aleksander Miles"]
Allies:[member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Lucien sat quietly in his study, the sound of the CHX 5.0 acoustic theater filling the stagnant air with musical notes of antiquity. Despite his modest appearance and rather clingy nature to the luxuries of modernization, he appreciated the times that had long passed. The classical notes, the way people seemed to appreciate the slower pace of life. The finer things.

He had always known sustenance force fed from the silver spoon, given to a childhood being raised by a rather successful admiral. The best education, the best health options and treatments, left him a partial man of what he should have been at this point in his life. He wasn't old but even from a young age, being stricken by defect after defect, he felt the coursing of electricity through all the various cybernetic enhancements that made him whole.

The door slid open as he brought the cup to his lips. The caf was a fine thing, burdened with just the hint of sugar and cream. He was feeling rather whimsical today.

"We have word that ANS Itsukusk has dropped in the Anoat Sector, just outside of range of the Kuragin."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Commander. We are currently outgunned."

"Nothing wrong with being outgunned. Builds character." He stood up and pressed a firm hand against his chest, straightening out his uniform. With a click of his finger, the navcharts opened up above the table. In a former position, this was his preference. Navigator.

"Sir?"

He looked over the charts and nodded, approving of the path set out by the computer systems. Finishing the rest of the caf, he set the ceramic cup back down on the saucer. "Instructor back in the academy, always told me that when outnumbered - pick a single enemy. Make that enemy regret ever taking part in the fight. And from their affliction..." He pointed to his Lieutenant. "You being the affliction...we coerce fear from their allies."

Before the Lieutenant could answer, Commander Studley gave the word. "Path has been approved. We're likely to run into long range defenses but our purpose is to assist the Itsukusk. So...that's what we will do. Confirm and have the pilots move towards entering hyperspace. Signal the ANS Itsukusk that we will be arriving shortly."

"Yes, sir."

As he departed, Lucien looked longingly towards his empty cup of caf. Putting in a request to have another sent to the command center, he made his way through the facility in the wake of the Lieutenant. He hadn't move to far before feeling the dampers kick in as the ship entered hyperspace.

Fleet Makeup:

Spoiler

ANS Rockrender - Sionoma-Class Star Destroyer

• 2 Squadron: Sprite class X-Wings
• 2 Squadrons: Alliance R-Wing

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: Landing at the the Paradise Atrium
Vessel: Chir'daki
Objective: Bespin infiltration, Potential Uprising communication
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: Armor, Stealth Pistol and Carbine, Primitive Bow and Arrow, Jetpack , No-Show, Ankarres Crystal, Pouch of Seeds from Marshland of Ugnorgrad

The figure continued to stare as he considered calling in some backup. She might have been small but she seemed sassy. Or perhaps frazzled. He couldn't quite decide, though he knew all too well the history of this atrium and how it felt in regards to Imperial groups. At least, that's what he was told. He was just here to seat people and keep the rowdy from bothering the patrons.

"Or what..." He leaned forward. "...the First Order gonna drag me out and force me to shoot my coworkers for insubordination?"

Relit watched quietly from the distance, a glass of sugar water raised to his lips. Despite how oddly he appeared outside of the atrium, he fit in quite well for a location that often harbored criminals and smugglers. He got the sneaking suspicion that there might have been an uneasy truce or perhaps those who turned their cheeks with proper palm itching tended to. He wasn't sure, but it seemed the place had always run independently from whatever government held control of the planet.

"Listen lady. I'm sure there is something that is very serious going on but our patrons don't come here to be bothered. They come here to drink and to relax. And with all this going on outside, I don't think that's too much to ask." He lifted up the datapad. "Now, I have no seats currently open but there is a gentlemen that just took a table and he seems sociable enough...shall I ask if you can sit with him?"

Relit nearly spit out his drink, overhearing the comment. Last thing he needed was that. But at this point, he wondered if saying no would throw up all the wrong signals.

 

[Micah Talith]

Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/3iZ9JRVmJ5o

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin
Section C and all that hot mess

Directly engaged: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Gonna only tag Cameron now unless icly interacted with.

He had to get that power back one way or another. Micah knew it. Every action had a subsequent reaction and nothing came free. When the Talith heard the staggered groans of the lingering SIS agents near him that hadn't left with [member="Vexen"], [member="Ipsy"], and [member="Spark Finn"], Micah knew this wasn't going to be a simple meet and greet. Nor could he simply just leave.

There wasn't much emotion at watching his uncle unsheathe his Sith Sword as much as a heavy weight within his heart. It wasn't disappointment. No one in his family could ever really be disappointed at Cameron. He simply was. He made no apologies for his actions and, perhaps to a degree, the Talith siblings simply chose to separate and compartmentalize their Uncle as his own enigmatic self. He had been, after all, the avatar of Aatrox the Deceiver. It is said that looking into the mind of Aatrox is like looking into a black hole. There is no information to be gleaned from him and no knowledge to be gained by praying to him. The patron saint of Thieves, Assassins...and Politicians.

Although in Micah's mind, good could come from each of those venues. Nothing was completely black and white. Choice and intent was the crux of the matter. At the end of the day, his parent's upbringing along that with Cameron and Amore had made Micah who he was now.

"I can't." Micah replied, following with the steady draw of Kalee's Judgement from its own sheath. The first mastercraft sword he had crafted in tribute to the twin Moross Goddess, Kalee the Sword. Her name is the one uttered when a soldier fires his rifle or when a blade is plunged into a foe. It is Kalee that guides the soldiers hearts and minds, it is she that ensures every shot hits, and that every blade strikes.

Micah knew that he had to break his uncle's concentration to stop him draining the life force of those soldiers. So with a sudden rush of the Force, the Talith sent a massive thrust of the Force right at his uncle, intending to break his concentration by having him be flung back. If it worked, those SIS soldiers would do their best to leave the pair, dragging those who had suffered the most the life drain away. Behind them, more and more of those Browncoat portable shields were placed along the walls. It wasn't a gentle tap, with was filled with the same amount of power and intent his uncle would have expected from him in any training session. Never let your guard down. Never expect a fair fight.

Although granted, he followed up with a bit more emotion when he added, "Why didn't you come home?" lights flickered overhead, the station groaning in its wake as those alive at the station anxiously maneuvered within it.

Why did you leave after Auntie's death? Why didn't you come to Borleias?

Why didn't you grieve with us?

How was Micah or any of his sisters to know the real outcome of what had occurred on Kuat that day? All they knew is that Amorella was gone.

In truth, Micah knew that returning to Borleias wasn't the sort of affair his uncle would have done. But it still stung. His uncle despised weakness. Perhaps, in grieving, he would see it in himself.

Yet that never stopped any of the Talith's in trying to reach out to him.

Spoiler: NPC’s

Micah's gear -[SIZE=9pt]HBD-300 Droid Series[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]GADF-SOMA-1[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Mag Boots | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]VT-Portable Shield Generator[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]BC-RT 1900 Portable Shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Directed Charge[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]BA-830 Browncoat Utility Belt[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Browncoat Datalogger[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]No-Show[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Browncoat Datalogger[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Serum Aurek[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]TS-N Healing Serum[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]BTI-839 Sonic Carbine[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]VT-Needle Disruptor[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Browncoat SSH Light Paddle Gun[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]X-SSH LPG Extended Ammo Cell[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SI-17 Stealth Blaster[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-2 Defense Drone[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-3 Attack Drone[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]VT-Disruption Cutter[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | standard spectrum of grenades[/SIZE]

 

[Dante Sotari]

Allies: FO [member="Arcana Altana"] [member="Anora Shaw"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [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="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tomas Yarrow"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Sol Stazi"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Aver Brand"]

Incoming: [member="Isar Kislo"]

"I don't know, I can't see that far," came the reply. There was a note of panic in the S'kytri's voice. "Arcana, I can't move my wing."

The panic was more than a note by the end and she was less helpful in extracting themselves from this mess than she might otherwise have been. Kira's relationship with her wings was a strange admixture of pride and shame all swirled together and drawn between the aching desire to look more like her brethren and the sheer joy that was flight. She only flew in private- even Arcana hadn't seen her. At least not up close. But on occasion, those dark wings dotted the sky at a distance above her friend, and she had known just who they belonged to.

It was hard to breath, but not because of any particular physical injury. Other than the dead weight of her wing, she wasn't in any real pain. No, this was the panic, the fear. Despite sometimes wishing she simply looked like the rest of them, those solo flights were one of her truest joys, and while logic spoke in the back of her mind that this was temporary, that she'd be fine, there was too much weight of emotion regarding those long black pinions to allow that calm logic to shine through.

Fortunately, for them both, it was Arcana's turn to react to the sudden tightening of danger around the pair. Kira was aware of it, in a distant sort of way, but didn't have the wherewithal to respond with anything even approaching speed. As her friend's hands came up, Kira flinched, drawing her one working wing tightly around them both reflexively-

But it was Arcana's action that actually protected them.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Achim Veers"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] @Zark @Silara Varis
Ship: DRS Kaga
Mood music: Aces in Exile - Sebaton

Ship complement.

Spoiler

3x Squadrons of Venom-class elite fighters
3x squadrons of T-90 Arrow-class
4x squadrons of XJ-9 Advanced X-wing
2x Squadrons of BTL-S8 K-wing Assault fighters
4x squadrons Devastator-class heavy fighters
2x Squadrons of Remnant-class mutlirole fighters

Aedan Miles maintained his battle meditation while around him his crews acted upon what they felt he would do the fighter control officer quickly redirecting the deadly Devastator-class heavy fighters that threw all power into their engines in an effort to intercept the bombers that had been sent after the Nolantia. The K-wing, Remnant-class and T-90 Arrow-class quickly entering a strafing run against the ship the K-wing following shortly after the others as the Remnant-class released their proton bombs all 24 ships releasing 4 proton bombs upon the ship for an astounding 96 proton bombs as the T-90 started to fire proton torpedos into the shields as well. Following after them the K-wing's swooped in and started to release their equipt Ion bombs dropping them onto what they hopped was the exposed haul before the bombing group pulled away to return to the Kaga and rearm. The Devastator's pushed their engines to the maximum showing the fact that they were heavily armed and very fast switching over to missiles as they closed with the bombers they attempted to get target locks swiftly while switching some power back to shields as they neared their opponent. Meanwhile the Kaga suddenly switched tactics pushing forward they attempted to evade enemy fire while starting to close their weapons turning to align with the enemies as they started to close the distance between them at a steady pace. As the Battle Meditation deepened its reach and depth of success Aedan halted its expansion not wanting to completely waste his energy as he merely meditated on what was happening now allowing his allies to feel the benefits while his opponents could feel farther dread creeping into their minds.

Summary

Spoiler

Aedan maintaining Battle Meditation while bridge crew takes over commanding the battle.
The remaining three and a half squadrons worth of Devastator-class break away from dog fight and go to full speed to intercept Bombers.
T-90, Remnant-class and K-wings begin bombing run in that order first to aiming to take out shields so Ion Bombs can directly impact hull for greatest result.
Kaga moving forward to begin engaging at its own speed.
Losses: 2 Squadron of X-wing's, Half Squadron of Devastator's, Half Squadron of Venom-class, Half Squadron of T-90 Arrow-class.
KAGA Shields: 10% Hull: 85%

 

[Aleksander Miles]

Allies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Face"]
Enemies: [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Lucien Studley"]
Flagship: DRS Chimera
Mood Music: Get back up by Iniquity Rhymes

Complement

Spoiler

2x Squadrons of Ra'gr-class space superiority fighters
4x Squadrons of Rekali-class space superiority fighters
2x Squadrons of Delta-class XG 5 Star Wing II

Aleksander watched absently as the enemy started to fire before standing up and sweeping his hand in front of him calmly before smirking as he muttered mostly to himself. "Fire all Mass Driver's, Missile launchers, and while you are at it fire the Vulcan's into that fighter swarm." As he finished speaking the Chimera's weapons lit up firing their massive amount of Mass Drivers and Missiles at the enemies flagship while the Vulcan's opened fire at the fighter swarm aiming to pepper the large swarm with the deadly high speed bullets. His fighters drew around the top of the Chimera the pilots snickering as they watched the missiles and mass driver rounds fired towards the enemy the Chimera starting to move forward all of a sudden as power was poured into its engines the fighters drifting along around it staying close to the Chimera to provide support as the Star Wing II's moved forward between volleys from the Chimera and fired off all of their missiles before returning to rearm in the hangar's.

Summary

Spoiler

Fired all physical weapons on the Chimera including the Vulcan's. Mass Drivers and Missile Launchers aiming at the Itskusk while the Vulcan's focus their fire on the fighter swarm.
Fighters staying close to the Chimera while the Star Wing's move forward long enough to launch all their cluster missiles at the enemy fighter swarm returning to rearm.
Chimera started moving forward at flank speed preparing to engage in close range combat.

 

[Maira Varan]

Exiting Hyperspace
Aboard Eriadu’s Fist (800m)
Directly Engaging: None

Commander Maira Varan went narrowing feline eyes through the view screen. They came from Javin, a number of the rear guard that warping in a little behind the planet Indellian. The cruiser was but a tiny drop in the pond alongside those giants of the First Order or the Galactic Alliance being fielded in this great battle, but even the smallest of ships could provide assistance when actuated precisely.

“Sitrep, Lieutenant Migs.” The towering figure of the Cathar stood in the dark grey colors of Omega Pyre, the decorated Commander angular orange features prominent along the A-line hair cut that emphasized her cheekbones.

Scans went underway, gathering as much intel as possible on the current players of the ongoing space battle. They were attempting to stay close towards the planet as possible, placing the planet in between so as to get their bearings.

“We have contact with Phoenix and Therapy Command. “

“First Order ships ahead, Commander. “ the sensor officer speedily attempted to identify what type of First Order ships and if the Alliance had seen them in action before.

“Bring it up on the map.” With a tap of a few fingers, the massive holo array displayed the Indellian system and what they could gather from the placements and positions of all parties. Of course, with the nebulas, it made any real detection of stealth ships next to impossible unless they were to move for visual capture of the disturbed Nebula wakes.

“Contact Admiral [member="Alexandra Morrow"]. Tell her that Eriadu’s Fist is awaiting orders.”

“Aye, Ma’am!”

Spoiler: Actions

Actions: Scanning the area for information and moving to slingshot around the planet.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="Achim Veers"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | @Ty'r Dellos | [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Silara Varis"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
Objective: Break the Excubitor
Engaging: Phoenix Fleet's corvette's, the Excubitor and the Defiance

Rausgeber watched in horror as the Excubitor leaped into hyperspace. Carlyle knew what was coming. He'd seen this tactic used before. The last gambit of a losing scoundrel. Never, would Rausgeber have ever predicted this sort of manoeuvre, he considered Alliance officers too vain for suicide. His mouth was agape, and the cigarette fell to the durasteel deck plating. "Take evasive action!" Rausgeber barked, before wincing, waiting for the inevitable crash. But, after five seconds passed, he felt nothing. Although the crew of the Malice was now scrambling.

"Admiral!" It was the Scanning Officer began, his voice shrill, clearly terrified, "Sir, the enemy ship, she's on our aft sir!" The officer began. That was when the blasts from Excubitor began to hit the aft of the Malice. Carlyle's mind lamented the strategy, this was something clearly beyond Cathul Thuku's tactical repertoire. It was a crazed gambit to escape the trap, but nonetheless one the admiral considered beyond Therapy Command.

"Turn us to starboard, we'll turn and face the ship!" Carlyle snapped, "Have ventral guns open fire, and all batteries are to engage, once they get into firing angle!"

"Yes admiral!" The Gunner Officer replied.

"Fire on those corvettes!" Carlyle snapped, turning to look at the offerings from Phoenix Fleet. "Aim forward dorsal batteries at them, until we can engage this battlecruiser head on!"

"Admiral, we've lost the Master and Defender sir, both ships are not responding to comms sir." The Signals Officer reported.

"Aye sir, they're, they've just smashed into the enemy ship!" Scanning added. Carlyle was taken aback by this, had it been a deliberate act, or was it some form of sick suicidal strategy performed by these obviously sociopathic Alliance officers? Carlyle didn't know, and didn't care. All he wanted now, was to end this destructive conflict.

Behind the Malice, the Master and Defender were caught unawares by the attack. Unable to move out of the way, and on the cusp of destruction, both ships performed a manoeuvre similar to the one the Excubitor had planned, and accelerated to full speed. The two ships slammed into the large hypervelocity battery banks of the Excubitor, digging as far as they could through the hull, before their hypermatter reactors ruptured. Detonating, and killing all crews aboard instantaneously.

The Malice's aftly mounted point defence laser system mitigated the missile bombardment. Thanks to the close range between the two, most missiles were targeted, as well as the meditative assistance, most missiles were destroyed before the full two hundred could be unloaded into the exposed engines. Still, a large portion did hit, damaging the port-side sublight engines. Meanwhile, to the fore of the Malice, the fast tracking mounts began to mercilessly return fire at the trio of Corellian corvettes which had pestered the larger ships. Thanks to the mounts, the gunners were able to easily to compensate for the ships movements, and the increased accuracy supplied by the force sensitive pirate, the kyber imbued guns pounded the corvettes. Along with this, came the proton missiles, forty of which rushed towards the trio, even if they didn't hit, it would hopefully be enough to punish the corvettes for even daring to attack the command ship.

The bolt corvettes raced behind the Defiance. The turbolaser fire was largely ignored, but the blasts that did hit, were devestating. Using superior manouverability, the bolts, lead by Captain Banning circled around, and began to focus ion batteries on disabling the engines. The bolts hammered the engines hard, keeping in loose formation, to avoid being trapped by turbolaser fire. As they prosecuted their attack, the FIV Law, continued its advance on the ANS Mustafar. The frigate was unrelenting in its attack, bombarding the smaller, arguably worse armed ship with concussion missile barrages, aimed at disabling the weapons, and detonating the batteries.

Spoiler

Battlegroup Imperator Make Up:

FIV Malice (Flagship) | Modified Resurgent-class Star Destroyer | Shields 76% | Hull 94% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor, ANS Resolute, ANS Firebird and ANS Remember Eridau
FIV Warrior | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 81% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Condemnation | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 42% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Rising Dawn | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 63% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Colossus | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 33% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Law | Empire-class Heavy Frigate | Shields 45% | Hull 100% | Firing at: ANS Mustafar
FIV Master | Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvettehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104812-mukhtiar-class-anti-starfighter-corvette/#entry1510794 | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A
FIV Defender| Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A