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

[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)

Shamira wasn’t one to overestimate her abilities or her underestimate her opponents, but it was obvious to her she had toughly underestimated the droid in front of her. Not only had it been able to roll out of her force pin, but it was smart enough to shoot where she would be. It would be almost impossible to block the shots. The Togruta saw where the shots were going, and, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to block them, quickly figured out the only plan that would keep her from harm.
Midair, she was able to contort her body so she landed a foot away from where the shots landed, but the sudden change of direction midair made her landing less than graceful. Landing on her left ankle, it turned inward, electing a cry of pain as it twisted, and she took a tumble. She rolled until she hit the wall, gritting her teeth. “Kriff…”
The padawan attempted to slowly crawl to her feet, pain shooting through her left ankle. A flair of anger, frustration, at not being able to finish off this blasted droid. Growling lightly, she lifted the droid in a force grip, anger surging through her, allowing her to lift the heavy object. She began to lift the droid over the magma stream below.

BOOM

Her concentration was broken as the explosion rocked to her left, and pain suddenly shot up her left arm as a piece of shrapnel managed to burrow itself in her arm. However, when the droid was suddenly dropped from her grip, it hit the railing hard, and fell into the magma below. Moaning lightly in pain, Shamira reached over to her arm and pulled the piece out of her arm, biting her lip as a fresh stream of blood began to flow from the open wound.
Forcing herself to her feet, Shamira made her way over to Kaida, hobbling lightly due to her turned ankle. “Are we going after them?” She asked, looking up at the cryomancer. The pair of agents were injured, that was for sure, but there was still the possibility that Gabriel could need them.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

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LOCATION: CALRISIAN PLAZA, BESPIN​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

ALLIES IN AREA: GA​

ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Irajah Ven"] (sorry boo) FO​

Ghorua felt his strike connect, but not with his intended target. Instead, the bystander, whom Ghorua had assumed would wait until an opportune moment to strike, like a carrion flier, instead interposed himself between the Shark and the teen. Ghorua was surprised by the strength of the individual. His swings could shatter bone, and the fact that he didn't only break no bones, but also stopped his strike, showed their power.

Instead of waiting for the inevitable counter-attack by both individuals, Ghorua continued forward, stampeding past both of them, twisting in a wide arc to deflect the probing shots of Alkor and Samka. He'd had plenty of practice protecting his legs, due to his height.

The Shark rolled to get some distance, purpose and practice in his movements. In a flash, the pike had compacted itself, and found it's way onto his bandolier. In his crouched position, Ghorua brought up his arms, level with his two enemies, and frowned, concentrating.

On each of the Herglic's wrists, a small tube extended from their phrik casings. A wrist charric cracked at Derith, while Centaris stared down the barrel of an activating wrist tensor.

Ghorua was many things. He had to be, to contend with a being that could stop your heart with a thought. In addition to being beyond strong and fast, he was also a marksman.

The charric was aimed awkwardly, in such a way that if Samka were unaware of the power behind it, an erratic block could send her lightsaber flying away. The tensor was aimed at Alkor's legs, mostly to keep him occupied, and on his toes.

Perhaps he could spook them away from the battle, although that seemed unlikely.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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

Both Alkor and Samka found their attacks deflected as the hulking monstrosity dismissed them with a furious movement. Alkor's own weapon spun through quickly, returning to a neutral position. The quick motions of Juyo seemed erratic, but they ultimately wove an intricate web. It was all too easy to recover from a wild blow, and far easier after a precise one.

When faced with a larger opponent, it was paramount to remember certain things. Quickness and agility helped to prevent lasting damage, but ultimately it was impossible to entirely evade every attack. In regard to an opponent with raw power, one of the more important aspects of combat was being aware of the angles available to you.

A high block utilizes a forty five degree angle of the arm to allow the momentum of a downward strike to carry it safely away from the defender. The kinetic force that did transfer was lessened by the beskar, but Alkor still shook his arm out reflexively as Ghorua was carried away by his own inertia.

He was fully aware that this creature had the power to crush him, and easily. Alkor was not an impressive man in terms of stature or strength. He was just well trained.

What he would not do, however, was simply allow the Herglic to regroup without a fight. Alkor followed in the wake of the behemoth as he rolled to his feet, and he brought the thrumming white blade toward the Shark to increase the difficulty of his aim.

Ghorua had weapons on both sides, each intended for one or the other of the Dark Masters. Though they had never fought as a team before, and he was uncertain what style of combat the woman subscribed herself to, Alkor had to trust that she would find a way to capitalize on his strikes.

The lightsaber flashed down toward Ghorua's wrist- the one closest to Alkor, of course, and sought to tear into it- or simply to jar the man's aim. Either way, he would have to contend with Alkor staying in his face rather than hanging back.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant
Objective: Kiss my Eyes and Lay me to Sleep
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"]

Disappointment flashed across her face as the blade failed to slide home, the armour taking the impact without breaking through to flesh and bone. The pained expression the Jedi Master wore was her last solace as her knees buckled, metal hilt of the borrowed saber torn from her hand, gaze flashing to watch as Brennan caught and activated the crimson blade.

Her body hit duracrete, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through her, a gasp torn from her throat as the fire in her gut consumed her, even though the plasma that had pierced it was long gone. For a moment, she stared at the battle that continued to wage around her, the Master versus the Disciple, mind screaming to get up, to move, to do anything but lie and watch. Turning onto her side, her hand scrabbled to push her torso up, another hacking cough spitting the last few specks of blood from her split lip onto the metal floor.

Letting her weight fall onto one arm, she stopped struggling as the cold seeped further along her extremities, the edges of her vision already blurring to black.

Her head fell off to one side, mirror images of crimson and violet blurring together as she waited to see who would gain the upper hand, each breath spreading fire and ice deeper into her core. Panic and anger subsided as the coolness took hold, pain disappearing and numbness filling the void. Acceptance wrapped her mind in a fog as she closed her eyes, letting go of the urge to get up and continue fighting.

She’d always believed death would bring flashes of memory, a timeline of events she would have to face before she rejoined the Force. Instead there was…nothingness.

No loving words or smiling faces, no warmth, no rush of joy from a life well spent, or regret for a life wasted.

There was only the numbing cold and darkness.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfeyRj4ePT8[/youtube]​

 

[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


Much like the Force warned the two Disciples, it warned her. She couldn’t do jack shet about it, though – too fast.

Aver primed for impact, folding her limbs for minimum damage. She was, after all, made for this. Trauma. Broken bones. Lacerations. Burns. She’d done it all, always pulled herself back together and went on crackin’ skulls.

Breath left her lungs as the Force bubble expanded outwards. With an icy presence of mind, the merc flipped the switch on her jetpack – twice – tumbling just so through the air that she landed on her fee— well, almost. With a hiss the woman buried one knee in the drift, some five paces away from the two Ren.

She inhaled and swiped a charge from her belt in the same act, dragging the closed fist through the snow first – a trick. Instead of releasing the grenade immediately, she flung a spray of snow at the pair. They looked young, they stank of fear – of inexperience. Aver was trying to make them twitch and react. Exposed in a reflex to nothing at all, they’d be left open and bare for the actual attack.

She threw the cooked grenade with a backhand swing, then dashed to the side with a powerful thrust from her flexed legs.

Without rebreathers, they were in for a nasty surprise.

 

[Alleycat]

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Location: In space around Kuragin​

Vessel: TIE Raptor​

Allies: FO [member="Nils Brenner"] - wingman​

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Face"] [member="Aleksander Miles"]​

Enemies: GA [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Lucien Studley"]​

Engaging - [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]​

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This was just all sorts of crazy, but when was war not? Being young and a relative newer pilot in the sense of seat time, Jianna had not experienced the back to back battles that many of the First Order's finest had of recent, but the dark-skinned Riflorian was ready. She had been trained well with flight skills ranked above average to excellent. If they weren't, the pilot officer would not have been given the honor of flying with Captain Brenner's elite squadron as his wingman and get to pilot the FO's new TIE Raptor. "Curl's" was beyond excited and humbled by the chance given her.

:: Striker Two. See if you can get a reading on those fighters, we'll be in conta... ::

He'd rely on his IFF to make introductions for now. Inverting, he dove st the rear of the fighters piloted by Nils and Jianna. Once he knew he was in range, he landed at them with his heavy cannons before flipping the rudders to guide himself in a swift dart away from them and across the hull of the station.

:: Got a bogey, he dropped in on us fast - there he goes! ::

What the.... ?!

Jianna didn't finish that thought as sensors in her interactive HUD blared. She reacted quickly as trained to handle the sudden attack going evasive like "Savage" did though pushing the yoke forward sending the fighter downward, then turning the wheel hard to bank away from the hull of the station letting the Kuragin's shields take the beating instead of hers. It was a luxury for sure probably she wouldn't be able to use again, but being creative and a bit of luck went a long ways when flying a tin can basically.

:: See if you can keep on his tail, I'll take the high angle! ::

:: Copy that, One. ::

Determined to do just that, Curls stomped her booted foot down on the rudder pedal and swung the TIE/R around sharply and kicked in the afterburners of the SFS twin ion engines that the TIE series were known for to give chase to the Alliance Interceptor of a unique design. It was fast, but so was the Raptor as they screamed along the surface of the FO's space station. Two was too far out to use the solar ionization cannons to maximum effect so she switched the weapons selection switch over to missiles.

Activating the fast acquiring target system, Jianna isolated the enemy fighter in the targeting bracket, then waited for a tone lock before triggering a missile launch sending a proton torpedo speeding out at its aft.

:: Torp away! ::

 

[Chloe Blake]

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[SIZE=9pt]B E S P I N [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [member="Makai Dashiell"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]FIrst Order Peeps that are more than welcomed to come interact with us to halt our plans! [member="DT-317"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"] or whoever else that isn't doing anything. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her Thrantha gave a small rear, its great wings expanding only to beat back down as it settled. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“Whoa there, it’s alright.” Chloe began, reaching out to try and calm the beast. Over the grey dome of the Thranta, the blonde caught sight of Makai, Kaili, and Rekha. The sound of the comm systems crackled throughout Cloud City. A mix of First Order, murmurs from the locals, and sections where to move for evacuation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]While her companions came to land, Chloe brought up her datapad. Time to link up. There should be other Underworlders here. Maybe some GA assets. Needing to pick up some information, she quickly tapped in towards @Adder. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]//Transmission starting - encrypted channel[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]//status--- okay[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt] We are here. Factories and Mining Quarters level. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt] Where do you need us best?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]///end transmission.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]Looking back up, Chloe gave a small smile. “Just linking up.” turning around, the girl searched for a nearby terminal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Let’s see what we can get on the layout of the place.” something that [member="Kaili Talith"] would easily be able to work through. That was just about the time when Kaili had started mentioning that she had no clue who the rest of the folk with her were. That prompted and even wider whimsical smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Name's Chloe." extending her hand to the younger blonde. A cock to the side in familiarity. Of holopictures with Mara, the girl she though of as her daughter. [/SIZE]

"You're Kaili Talith right? Mara's spoken much about you."

 

[Leora]

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

Attention gathered.

The interceptor raced across the station, just above her shield, putting distance between it and the two fighters pursuing. Their ships certainly didn't lack for firepower given what he'd seen as he flew past, but they didn't have his speed. He could lose them and then sneak around on them if he could get over the far side of the station. Doing that, however, required avoiding any unpleasantries from the rear. Given that most fighters were equipped with torpedo launchers these days, he wasn't liable to get as lucky as he needed to be. And sure enough, he wasn't. He had a torpedo coming up on him with one fighter split off to try and get an angle and the other trying to follow him. His ship was fast, but he couldn't outrun a torpedo.

The other thing about his interceptor, however, was the unique rudder design having an enhancing effect on maneuverability. He cut the throttle depressed the left rudder and flipped the fighter around in a near zero turn, which put him facing the oncoming torpedo. He allowed the Force to guide his hand as he ever did when flying, fired a single burst from his cannons, and blew the torpedo apart. Then he punched the engines to full, fired another shot through the debris directly at Jianna's oncoming fighter, before swerving his fighter off to the side, away from the approaching angle of Nils, but giving Jianna a closer shot at him then he would normally have liked to do, though it wouldn't last long.

"Jedi Master Kamon Vondiranach to Alliance vessel Itsukusk. How are we doing? I see you've brought some friends. Need any help let me know. This fighter makes a pretty mean missile."

While the latter was mostly a joke, it was also true. At its speed and profile, it could do some really serious damage to a capital ship if he wanted to sacrifice the thing. Which he didn't really want to do. At that moment he was busy dealing with the pesky heavy fighters, anyway. War of attrition that was going to be. Unless he led them into the friendly fighters. Then it would be more of a slaughter than a war. Not exactly sporting. He didn't feel like doing that.

 

[Spark Finn]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Don’t turn red every five seconds when addressed by the Micah kid[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Anoat Station[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Micah Talith"] (FYI) [member="Vexen"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Deacon"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO [member="Fiolette Yvarro"][/SIZE]


The slicer could feel the force pulling around her and Ipsy as the lift brought them closer to Engineering. Blue-eyes cracked open, hand digging into her fannypack. #hipster

Thin-fingers wrapped around a bacta patch and she tugged it out, handing it to Vexen #puppy. Thin-lips tugged into a frown. She certainly was no healer and the patch was the best she could offer. "I know where to go," she whispered to the defel. Speckled-gaze flickered to Ipsy and back to Vexen, zipping up her fannypack.

"Get ready."

The lift doors swished open and the pale-skinned force-master put up an invisible force bubble and let it expand outwards in a wave as their small party exited, with the potential to knock down any First Order soldiers or civilians in their way. Nothing lethal. Just enough to give the Alliance group a chance to further their way into Engineering. Mind continued to push forward with mechu-deru, sensing and trying to plug into the station itself...searching for where they needed to go.

 

[Lucien Studley]

Location: Anoat Space
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"]
Music: Welcome to Nocturne City

"Reversion in 5...4...3...2...1"

The inertial dampers kicked on as the ship exited from hyperspace. But it wasn't the intent of the ship to drop anywhere near the Itsukusk or the Coinchenn. As far as the Commander was concerned, being right on top of the two goliaths would spell immediate problems for the Rockrender. No, instead, where they found themselves was just at the breach of long range turbolaser range, strafing perpendicular to the Coinchenn.

"Should we move in, commander?"

"Negative." He stated quietly as he took a sip from the ceramic cup. Pressing a button on the arm rest, the electronic warfare suite fired up in tandem with the Castameer tactical display. Already the long range sensors were populating the display with the appropriate information. Straight out of hyperspace, the triple redundancy deflector shields were blinking on and shrouding the vessel in energy.

"Deploy two squadrons, Sprite and R-Wing."
"Targets?"
"Escorting us for now."
"Rodger."

He stood up, cradling the cup in his hand as he watched the screen. He signaled for the hail to connect with the Itsukusk over the encrypted Alliance lines.

::ANS Itsukusk, this is the ANS Rockrender. We'll do our best to pull them off you.::​

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He looked back towards the allotment of flunkies he was given for piloting and protecting this vessel. Resting in the command center, he narrowed his eye as he given display of the beast of a vessel neat the Itsukusk. He could tell even now that they were hardly an even match. It was a good thing, then, that they had a properly fitted flagship for combat.

"Full power to the Mass Drivers. Power on the tensor fields around the emplacement. I want stress readings funneled directly back into Castameer."
"Yes sir. We'll need to drop particle shields for the driver."
"That's fine. I'd like to fire the Ziost as well, whenever the particle shield drops."
"We'll have to check power consumption with the shields and life supports."
"Run it through Sabrina, we should be fine for now. Just tell everyone to hold their breath. We might need that energy for a jump."
"Roger."

He sat back down as he felt the rumble of the ship, the reactors firing on and given drain readings. Cybernetic eyes looked over the readings until everything appeared nominal. As standard fashion with this particular commander, he had the team preparing the heavy flex tube launchers with interdiction missiles. "Fire."

And with a simple word, the darkness of space lit up as energy and projectiles rocketed towards the Coinchenn in a slow rhythm. All necessary calculations would be taken to avoid any friendly fire on the Itsukusk.


Fleet Makeup:

Spoiler

ANS Rockrender - Sionoma-Class Star Destroyer

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

Actions:

Spoiler

• Rockrender drops from hyperspace at distance from Itsukusk and Coinchenn
• Deploys 1 squadron of Sprite Class and 1 Squadron of Alliance R-Wings (close proximity)
• Firing Mass Driver and long range heavy turbolasers at Coinchenn

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Protect the green booty[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Anoat Station [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Micah Talith"] (FYI) [member="Atham'aali'kema"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FO - [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gear: [/SIZE]armorweavehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/54941-asheran-armorweave/, thinsuit, Cortosis staff, VT-Portable Shield Generator, Browncoat Data-logger

The healer was exerting enough force on the ren's helmet to potentially pull off his head. Ironic, considering their encounter when he first stepped through the door. She was hoping any clasp keeping it on or clicked in place would just...break. She wasn't about to sacrifice who she was for these people, though. Her use of the force on the man's helmet immediately ceased when she realized it might end up very...messy.

There was movement to her right as the other Ren fighting Maalik edged closer. She instinctively took another step back but suddenly found moving a bit more difficult. Her mind though? Remained fortified and sharp. And as drop-kick Ren reached his first hand forward toward Maalik, she sent the force toward his wrist releasing any force she had on the man's actual body in favor of trying to knock his attack away from her partner and potentially into the other Ren.

BBQ Ren lunch special??

While the force flowed through the Mirialan without slowing, her physical movements were another story as she took a jabbing hit from Aralu's staff into her armored thigh. The hit made her shuffle a bit awkwardly to her left, further away from them both. Her concentration on trying to redirect the lightning held but the bruising strike prevented her from freeing Magnus' hold on her body.

At least, for the moment.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant.​

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

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

Objective: Secure the Hilikan Incineration Facility.​

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The expectations will always be your own. You are limited not by my beliefs in your abilities, but your own.​

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[member="Kriel Firin"]'s lectures seemed to have far more ground over him than he had initially expected, though that wasn't out of any lack of respect for his Master, Brennan simply knew his place for what it was, to be used as a tool to fulfill the First Order's goals, wherever they might take him and whatever that might require of him. Such encouragement or thought placed for his own sake hadn't been anticipated through their time shared together and thus, when the words crossed his mind again, now while he looked upon the fallen body of [member="Ara Ren"] and the Jedi Master [member="Taeli Raaf"] who stood in wait for him to attack her again and again like an unending cycle of repetition, Brennan found himself once more completely in control of his own environment. The Force pooled to him, where Taeli had given him the moment to go on the attack, she too had given him the moment to center himself and reconsider the scenario, the changing of priorities now that he was not bound to follow in the chain of command, his superior had been killed and thus the mission given to him by [member="Samka Derith"] was once more purely within his hands. He needn't bother with the burden of pride nor seek to justify his own feelings, they were insignificant in the shadow of Seiger Ren, he of whom stood above them all, expected them to fight and die as was the purpose of the Knights of Ren, to be his firm hand and to pave the way for Order in the galaxy.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]'s lightsaber disengaged, the crimson blade flashing back into the hilt as he moved to clip it to his belt, his eyes ever watchful over the Jedi Master though his intentions had shifted away from the fight. [member="Val Kordova"] had called for reinforcements and though there were Stormtroopers moving in towards the center of command over the facility, they weren't as well equipped to take on the likes of the Jedi. Despite Taeli Raaf's intent to stand her ground, she too had allowed Brennan to get around back of her while Ara Ren had remained in front; with the bulkhead doors leading deeper into the plant behind him, Brennan started to step backwards toward it. With his proximity to the doors closing in, the SB-U01 Wrist Datapad automatically sent the override for the facilities lock-down, Val Kordova having given him complete access to the plant, Brennan flashed a smirk back towards the Jedi before turning and throwing himself into a full sprint across the floor, that soon turned to a catwalk. Leaving the former Corridor and entering into one of the larger area's of the plant, far below was lit with the glow of burning molten steel whilst around him, beyond the catwalk that would keep them from falling to a treacherous death, the various levels of the facility could be seen rising up around them. It seemed a truly hellish place, the wave of heat that wrought over him with the opening of the doors was enough to cause his eyes to squint. Taeli Raaf would need to move quickly in pursuit if she wished to catch him before the doors snapped shut behind him, the lock-down still very much in play and out within the bulk of the plant, the alarms were sounding, informing any and all personally of the facilities being compromised.

The Datapad held a number of useful functions, one of which was the life-form scanner and it's ability to map out all personnel within a ranged radius of his position. From what Brennan could tell whilst running across the catwalk for the next station within the facility, there were several figures already at the control center, some friendly though the enemy seemed to have the upper hand for the time being. The fight with the Jedi had taken its toll, not in himself but in the loss of one of their people as well as the loss of time itself that could have been better utilized in closing in on their FOSB contact and her team within the center of the Hilikan plant. Summoning the Force to fuel his momentum, his body would be engulfed in the aid of augmentation, propelling his sprint farther than considered natural through the application of Force Speed, for lack of a better term. He had some time to make up for, now with Taeli Raaf behind him and the likes of [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Shamira Karuto"] and [member="Kaida Taldir"] somewhere further ahead engaging Val Kordova, not to mention a particularly annoying yet capable droid assisting the alliance personnel in the attack of the facility, Brennan knew the risks he was playing against. Just as Ara Ren had known them when she had decided to join him in this mission.

 

[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


The Sheriff was quiet, but then again – he was fighting. A tad hard to send messages when someone’s shooting at you.

Which wasn’t the case at all where Adder was at. Honestly, it was a bit jarring. Suspicious, even, how few obstacles she’d encountered. Then again, maybe the First Order were simply overwhelmed with their multi-pronged attack? It would make sense. Instead of a full frontal assault, they had arrived through multiple avenues, split into a number of incursion groups.

A successful tactic, apparently.

“So… were you always with the Alliance?”

Bob roused her from her musings, and Adder shook her red mane. “Nah, not even close. I… started out as a cop on Coruscant,” she smiled, a tinge of sadness in her eyes.
“Right before the One Sith took over, you know? Ran away after that, wandered around until I got my shet together… and now I’m here.” She shrugged. “It’s not terribly interesting.”
“Right.” Bob snorted, scrolling further down the document. “Sounds like an adventure from where I’m standing.”
“Seems to me like you got a pretty important job?”
“Yeah. Got it for the past ten years, too. It’s like every time I come up with a new idea, they shut me down.” He stabbed a finger at the screen. “Dumb pencil-pushers. What do they know about inertia transformers? Actuators? Reflection beamers? Ishay tu— oh.”
Adder quirked an eyebrow. “Found something?”
“Maybe. I think?”

The tech reached over and handed her the datapad with his notes. “See here? Think I’ve found the encryption pattern. The numbers are based on coordinates, and then you translate that back into sector names…”
Sometimes, she didn’t mind having all those computer parts in her brain. What could’ve taken ages now took her but a few minutes to process as she scanned the whole ledger through with this newfound info.

A triumphant grin split her face. “Damn right, Bob. Damn fething right.” She punched him in the shoulder before hopping to her feet.
“Top work, my man.”

StrtCrypt;
StrtTrans;
RecTrans = Gabriel Sionoma;
ContTrans:
{
“Got the code for the ledger.”;
“Gonna have SIS write and run the algorithm.”;
“Will send you the final doc.”;
}
EndTrans;
EndCrypt;


True to her words, the redhead forwarded the document along with the key.

“You smoke?”
Bob chewed on his lip. “Used to. Had to quit because of safety regs but… what the hell. Looks like the old boss won’t be sticking around much longer, right?” He joined her at the table and took the proffered cigarette.

Adder lit them both, and they looked out the viewport in companionable silence.

“So. What happens… you know?”
“After?”
“Yeah.”
“Wish I could tell you, Bob. But I ain’t never seen a war end. It’s just the players that change.”

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: In station
Vessel: Anoat Station - Administrative Deck (Kuragin)
Objective: Get Harla home
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Keric Dynt"], Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order, [member="Aralu Sar"], [member="Magnus Ren"]
Equipment: Amphistaff, standard hold out blaster. Ghost suit. Force Breaker Grenades. Utility Belt.

It was a good thing the Mirialan was paying attention. Maalik was more focused on the fact that his opponent was effectively running from the fight to double team Harla. He didn't notice the man with his magics, though he was all to aware the weakness Vong had towards lightning. Of course, it was hardly something to debilitate an amphistaff. The beings were nearly invincible, after all.

With the push of her hand, the lightning snapped out in front of Maalik. Sparks and current were sent skyward towards the ceiling, sending tendrils that moved along the metal like drunken spiders. His eyes widened as he turned towards the Ren pair, not so much surprised as awakened. The amphistaff retracted as he pulled it towards him. Though the next bit might surprise the fighters.

With Aralu turned from him, Maalik coldly commented as he shifted his hip. "You must be weak...to move to outnumber your foe." From the small of his back he retracted a weapon smoothly, with no loss in momentum. From the hip, he aimed the grappling hook at back of the mans leg. Either it would punch through flesh at the back of the knee or grab hold of armor. Either way, he would yank back with his left arm and stab forward with the amphistaff in his right. His intent was two fold. The pull back would stop the mans forward momentum, even potentially causing him into a lower split. The next attack would send the sharp bit of the amphistaff towards one of the extended elbows. Either the force might cause damage to the joint or perhaps, if Maalik was lucky, he might cut the forearm completely off.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Location: Hoth​

Allies: [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"],[member="Hatori Ikari"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Ishana Pavanos"], [member="Arcana Altana"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Kira Solvani"],​

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

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

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Kyrel wasn't taking care of his foe, or at least he wasn't in the best condition to do so. I would hate to do this. I had to focus my attention onto one person. Splitting it between the two would kill me. If they were attacking me directly with a lightsaber, then maybe, just maybe I could keep up. But using various weapons and the force would pound me into oblivion. I couldn't just leave the two other Ren to fight on their own though. I killed me to make this decision.

I could feel the twinging of the force that danger was coming from multiple directions. Facing the tendrils of the force, Instead of defending against them, I rushed them. The already rapidly closing distance was cut even shorter with launching myself at it by telekiensis. Leaping directly over it as though it were an enemy. Activating my lightsaber, I landed down into the snow with a thud on my feet and ran at this armor clad individual. She wanted my attention badly. So I would give it to her.

Mixing an an ataru lightsaber form, with telekinesis would create a very difficult being to hit. A lightsaber form that was always on the move. Always moving. Never stopping and never slowing down. Aided by telekinetic jumps, pushes, it was nice to be once more in my element. I tried to push the thought of having to heal the two other Ren, but that was my job. I had to determine who needed to be saved, against those who needed to be stopped. This woman who Kyrel had been fighting, couldn't be saved. Even if she were bleeding in front of me, she would only continue her assault against me. She had to be stopped.

Closing the gap between us, I knew her massive armor would be resistant to just about everything. She was someone who worked like a tank. Armor built for one. And a weapon on every side of her. This fight would be an uphill battle the entire way. A lightsaber wouldn't do much against her, yet I still called upon it should the need arise. First, I had to limit her weapon choices. Grenade types were along her body. Ones that didn't look like any thermal detonator. More so like Gas grenades. Armor was likely sealed then. Preventing her from being on the receiving end of one of them. Pulling the pin on them would only allow her to throw them at me. Instead, I wondered what would happen if I were to suddenly crush all of them at the same time on her.

Made with thinner metal than any kind of armor, and being that they were on her and were likely not being protected against such attacks, It was likely that they would ether blow up in her face, or she could find some way to get rid of the gas and smoke. But being as I couldn't read her mind, she could do something else entirely different.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers
Objective: Purge
Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Rusty"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"]. Other allied folks: [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Anora Shaw"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Arcana Altana"], [member="Kira Solvani"]. Outpost Veers.
Directly engaging: Anora Shaw.
Gear: Imperatrix Armour, shatterbolter, hard sound carbine, revolver, grenades and thermal dets, wrist bolter, 2x lightsabres.


Siobhan's mystical clairvoyance was underdeveloped, but the Lady Ren's leaps and spirited charge told her a few things. Her opponent was strong in the Force, had plenty of energy to toss around and was acrobatic. It was safe to say that she was a lot more agile than Siobhan. Heavy beskar armour and old injuries prevented Lady Kerrigan from leaping about. In that regard she was a tank.


If she'd read the Lady Ren correctly, she'd favour Ataru. A fast-paced, aggressive style based on speed and offence...and also a considerable energy drain, which tended to be a problem in prolonged combat. Speaking of energy, the Force Drain was still in play.


Those mystical tendrils were not so easily evaded as say bolts of lightning might have been. They sought out the Force and its power to draw on. So as Anora leapt, Siobhan kept her eyes upon her opponent, even though the latter had used the Force to augment herself, and the tendrils followed, attracted by the Master's potent Force aura that was just begging to be sucked out dry. After all, she was tossing a good deal of energy around.


Distinctly, Siobhan perceived that her opponent was trying to exert the Force, pressing her will upon the explosives she carried on her person. As a matter of fact, Siobhan also carried frag grenades and thermal detonators on her person. This could have ironically made manipulating her toys a good move...if the Ren had not been up close when she did that. Luckily, the Firemane's armour contained a certain toy that prevented manipulating the small devices she carried on her person.


So Siobhan intensified the draining onslaught of consuming energy, unleashing this hideous power upon the Ren. It was not a deadly field, for such a manoeuvre would have been self-defeating for manifold reasons, but very potent. One hand maintained its grip on Siobhan's blazing orange lightsabre, ready if her opponent chose to pursue a clash of blades, while her feet remained firmly planted on the ground.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Allies: FO [member="Arcana Altana"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Aver Brand"]

Incoming:[member="Isar Kislo"]

"Good job."

It was reflexive, after years of training together, but also sincere. The shield and subsequent outward burst were a particular trick that Kira wasn't particularly good at, and that she admired whenever Arcana did it. Of course, she usually wasn't on the *inside* of one. So it was easier to compliment it when she wasn't on the receiving end during a sparring match.

Not that this was anything like a sparring match.

It had also given the S'kytri a bit of a chance to regroup. Her wing was still nothing more than deadweight, but she forced a sense of unnatural calm on herself- it was a lie and she knew it. But fake it till you make it right? Still knee deep in snow, she offered what she thought was a cocky grin at her friend.

The glare from the snow blocked out so much. But the sentient bipedal tank was closer now, and the arc of the grenade, that she could see. Just as they had trained, while Arcana took a breath after the light show, now Kira stepped in. By over lapping their attention and abilities, they were stronger than they were alone. At least, that was the idea.

Once again, their inexperience worked against them. A grenade thrown? Easy. Kira reached out and almost casually swatted it away with the Force-

BOOM

Smoke erupted, filling the air around the pair as her telekinetic swat activated the grenade. Surprised, Kira sucked in a deep breath unintentionally.

Oh. That. That wasn't so bad.

But she didn't remember Hoth being so colourful.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Jorg"] [member=Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: This datapad
Objective: Get my stuff back

It was...awful.

Just awful.

The pictures were calm and decent. The three men were sharing drinks, gambling, and just enjoying their time. Then it developed and progressed into complete embarrassment. Images of the men consuming drugs via their nostrils and mouth. Intoxicating themselves with volumes of liquor and alcohol. Entreating themselves to the horde of attractive women.

It was just hard for the clone to take in all of this in. This wasn't him. He was a tough combat veteran that knew right from wrong, yet somehow he did some disturbing things with the two other men he was with. He looked back more times than Elliot and Jorg combined. It all just hurt his pride to know this was documented and two other men knowing this. The soldier just hoped that his colleagues were mature to not spread this out.

"What a damn shame that the last picture was the one we needed," the Captain said with in an irksome tone of voice. Now they knew that three females had their belongings. The question was where do they begin? There was already an invasion going on with the Grand Marshal's voice repeating itself to every corner of Bespin and explosions going off in the distance. They were equipped, but not enough to endure a firefight if they did run into one.

"Yeah, that's where we should start. Maybe we can get some clues over there or something," Canal said while breaking the datapad over his knee.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Rhia [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='times new roman'][SIZE=14px]Novatinsky"]​

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Blonde Bomber? Ranulph thought to himself for a moment before Dr. Saint George clarified. "I see," he acknowledged. The man looked about the somewhat empty museum, turned his attention back to the woman who went on to explain that they were to assist in evacuating the city. Which made sense in his opinion, though he knew the Doctor was rather passionate about history. The lieutenant was now certain that his familiarity with the Doctor was part of why he was assigned to help her now. They were valuable he was sure but no more valuable than the lives of the citizens around, "and the more people we help now the more than can thank you. And they can show their gratitude by visiting their local museums, and some of our lovely national parks." Ranulph happened to enjoy a few around Varunda IX. "Nonsense, I'm sure all of you will be of great assistance. As I've found out we're needing to evacuate some of the local hospitals, and with the Alliance dragging the fleet battle into the atmosphere, we'll need to hurry."

"An- Oh, I see. There's a list..." his voice trailed off, and for the moment he cursed bureaucracy. "Of course there's a lis-"

"Lieutenant, Major Bloomfield has arrived he's taken over the priority evacuation of all medical centers around the Plaza," came the helmet to helmet communications from Serjeant Viramontes.

Ranulph cleared his voice, "looks as if the platoon is free to assist with this list as well, I no doubt Major Bloomfield and his men will send the rest of the Banthas are way."

"Serjeant, once the Major has his men in place make way for the lobby. Governor Volcata has seen fit to have us escort a list of civilians personally."

"Copy, Lieutenant."

It was here that he happened upon the broadcast, one that he attended in person. "Neither have I," he whispered in return as Dr. Saint George's assistant came to join them. Ranulph only wondered just how dense the Alliance thought that the Imperial citizens were. Then again - the Doctor had a point and so he left it be for the moment and his thoughts returned to the situation at hand. "Well, I have enough men to send a fireteam with each of your curators, we can splinter them off from there. Should be able to get everyone out, if they're not out already." As he spoke the officer had followed the doctor to the lift and then out from the lift and into the lobby where the broadcast was still playing. Personally, Ranulph saw it was a reminder of why he needed to be the best and why it was important to remember the Oath that every single servicemember took when they joined the military. They were to uphold their nation's laws, defend her from harm and above all honor their land and there had been no honor in what had occurred on Skor. The blatant disregard for First Order ethics and policy, he paused a moment and looked up at the broadcast, they would be better - they had to be better than they were. It was to never happen again, and as he looked about the citizens of the very nation he served; agreed.

"I'll stick with you, if that's quite alright. Dmitri, Strovenko and Grant along with Viramontes can accompany us."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant​

Objective: You Can Run Along For a Long Time​

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

Enemies: [member="Val Kordova"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"]​

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: No one, gotta chase 'em down​

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"And the time honored tradition continues," she sighed to herself as the male backed away and sprinted through the door he opened. Like, besides the pain in her chest, she just felt a crushing sense of... disappointment? Quiet hilarity? No, it was definitely a strong feeling of disdain for the Ren. Why do they keep running away? She could at least respect the girl somewhat as she had stood and fought her twice now. But now, she wouldn't be getting up again.

Taeli moved after him, another feeling rising as she chased after the Ren male. He did realize that the blast doors in this place would take maybe a minute or two to cut through with a lightsaber, they weren't exactly designed with the strongest materials in the galaxy. Even if he closed the doors, she could just cut through them. Still, best to head him off from multiple directions. Once he was out of the picture, well their job would be that much easier.

"This is Master Raaf, one Knight of Ren is dead and the other is heading your way," she said into her comlink, calling to her allies Kaida and Shamira. "I'm in pursuit, and he seems to be on his way to the control center." She winced again as she took a deep breath, blasted girl just had to get in one last attack.

She would catch sight of the male just as he began to run again, and she reached out with the Force not unlike what he had done beforehand. Except this time, she wasn't aiming to hold him in place. She was focused on grabbing ahold of the heel of his right foot to trip him to fall face down on the walkway. If anything, if he continued to try and speed away, she would be more amused than ever.