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

[Aran Piett]

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FIV Accuser​

Task Force 191​

Objective: Holding Overwatch over Cloud City​

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

Enemy: [member=Vilin]​

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"Captain, we still aren't in contact with the First Order ships in orbit."​

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"Blast, resend the message again, I want to make sure they are informed about the status of the evacuation here."​

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"Aye sir resending the message."​

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Numbers were slowly trickling in with the evacuation, so far it was about 35% complete. It was still no where near where Aran would like it but alas it would have to do. As for the deployment of the 5th Legion, that was complete at this point, so the transports would just be ferrying civilians from this point on.​

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"Accuser this is the Zenith we are engaging some hostile transport craft, U-wings."​

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Aran ran over to the comms panel to make sure the Zenith wasn't shooting at friendlies​

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"Commander Goran are sure they are hostile?"​

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"Confirm, hostiles, they are not showing up on our IFF transponders."​

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"Aye, then good hunting Goran."​

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Aran thought for a moment of how the enemy got through the fighter screen so easily. There had to be something new with these Alliance U-Wings.​

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"Commander Ferguson have all Squadrons report in ASAP please."​

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"Aye sir sending out the request."​

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She keyed in the orders to all squadron leaders to send back numbers of the remaining fighters in the air. Aran would now just have to wait to see what would come back. and adjust his forces as needed.​

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

 

[Asmus Janes]

Allies: [member="Adder"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Abel"] [member="Tela Uolmi"]
Enemies: [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Samka Derith"] and others in vicinity
Location: Upper Cloud City, near plaza
Objective: Clear space around Cloud City. Escort U-Wings

Asmus chuckled when the Jedi came around. These weren't the circumstances for showing any joviality, but the pilot was slightly nervous. He felt exposed here. Buildings stretched up towards the sky around them. Any one of them could have held a squad of stormtroopers. If they were spotted by enemy forces on those buildings they would be nearly defenceless.

On another day he might have marvelled at the wonder that Cloud City was. Most of the lower levels were dark, industrial places. Up here was a clean, bright city of skyscrapers that would have been impressive had they not been built on the smooth curves of a platform floating on the surface of the gas giant's clouds.

Up above he saw two X-Wings dancing around each other. One of them managed to cut inside and annihilated the other with a burst of laser fire. At this distance he couldn't tell which was Alliance and which First Order. The loser was now nothing more than burning debris tumbling down towards the outer rim of Cloud City.

Noticing the curious look from the Jedi, Asmus had been about to explain his presence when he heard a voice from behind them.

"Uh, hey," Tela said, "you guys look like you could use some help?"

As he turned he didn't even consciously notice the uniform. Without thinking he snapped his blaster from its holster and leveled it at the woman. Tela wouldn't have known an Asmus who could draw and aim a blaster with such speed. The pilot canted his head to one side, taking his eye off line.

“You?” he called out incredulously. An instant later it occurred to him that he wasn't technically supposed to reveal his identity to even GADF personnel whilst on an operation. However it was a bit too late to activate his voice modulator and darken his visor. His own squadron member would have recognised him easily enough.

“We need to get out of the open!” He called out as he lowered the weapon. "Where we you headed?" He asked the medical team and their Jedi. "Command, this is Black One.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Allies: FO | [member="Kira Solvani"]

Enemies: GA | [member="Aver Brand"]

Incoming: [member="Isar Kislo"]

A wide, toothy grin was thrown out in response to the compliment and subsequent cocky smile.

But that grin was masking the strain the bubble had put on her. This was different than the training sessions, where they could (relatively) take their time and focus on the job, instead of being distracted by every single thing in the field. Never before had Arcana realized just how difficult it could be to use the Force if you didn't have a solid focus on it in the moment. She wiped off the blood and was only alerted by the 'nade, because of Kira's sudden ping in the Force. The Arkanian looked up just as the Forcebreaker grenade exploded.

Its gas erupted in the air and before the wind could take hold, blowing it away, the Ren already got a swath of it in her face. She coughed, coughing hard as the foreign substance forced itself through her throat and nostrils, eyes tearing up just a little bit. Panic shifted and turned to... hmmmm, has the snow always been so pink and beautiful?

Her hand reached out and rubbed against the snow for a moment, letting the texture turn in on itself as the chemicals made her vision distorted.

The pleasure in the moment was so great that Arcana didn't even notice that her connection to the Force had been severed. Luckily enough the wind had blown away most of the crap, before it could infect her body entirely, so it wouldn't be five hours. But in a battle five minutes might as well be five hours - nothing of this really worried Arcana though, who was too busy drawing things in the snow and... giggling slightly.

The cold was biting against her body and the Arkanian didn't seem to notice.

 

[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


Her gamble panned out – clearly their first interaction with a force-breaker grenade. Aver, still cloaked, was now in a prime position to strike them down. Their connection to the Force was dampened, they were high, and the merc was essentially invisible. The options were unlimited, but her time… not so much.

Making a split-second decision, Aver circled the rest of the way to their flank – and stepped in.

One, two, short measure. She was quick on her feet, a leftover of her beginnings in makashi. Footwork was everything. Her hands, both free, found the twin handles on her belt. One belonged to her trusty phrik combat knife, the other to CQSC. Nasty piece of work, the second ‘blade’ – and she was just yearning to test it out.

Always leading with the hand, the merc came in with a cross-step, timing the two thrusts to the turn of her hips. More power behind the strike that way.

The CQSC she would stab at the Angel Ren, aiming low into her side – the kidney. As she stepped fully around the girl, the knife in her left hand would come down upon the other Ren. Aver looked to tear a debilitating gash through the muscles of her back, then move back into short measure with her third step.

 

[Subject 37]

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

Jorg frowned for a few seconds as he watched Canal break the datapad over his knee. He didn't move to stop the other man, mostly because at this point he rather agreed with his point. Still he knew Elliot would likely be rather peeved about the whole thing. A sigh escaped the soldier and he slowly ran a hand through his hair.

"Let's just do this." He said out of exasperation. "Streets are deserted, there's fighting on the west end and we need to get going."

Without another word Jorg began to light sprint, knowing that the other two would follow right behind him. They rushed quickly over the streets of Cloud City, moving from perimeter to perimeter and finding that most of the place had been evacuated. The Legionnaire frowned slightly as they shifted around a corner, ducking back and immediately throwing his arm over Elliot to pull him back around the corner. A scowl pulled at his lips and he motioned to Canal. "First Order Troopers."

His voice was low, almost a whisper.

"Club is at the end of the street, need to take them out." He frowned for a moment, motioning for Elliot to follow after him and for Canal to take up position behind them.

The Soldier took a breath, then stepped out from behind the corner. For a few moments he said nothing, then he yelled towards the soldiers.

"Ey'!" Jorg put on the thickest outer rim accent that he could. "Whut's goin on 'ere?"

The Soldiers immediately whipped around, raising their rifles and pointing their weapons and Jorg and Elliot. By the time they turned it was too late however and Jorg suddenly broke out into a sprint. The Repulsor Glove on his hand kicked into action, sending out a shockwave powerful enough to break duracrete. The tractors pushed, and the three First Order Soldiers were sent flying from their feet. In an instant Jorg grappled one of them, grasping his arm until he heard a loud snap then quickly bashing his face against the duracrete street.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Ison Corridor
Objective: Control the Corridor
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Silara Varis"], GA
Enemies: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], FO

Despite the gunners of the Defiance's best efforts, the enemy corvettes managed to strike the engines. Without shielding, it was particularly devastating. One of the three main engines of the Defiance ripped clean off, opening a large hole in the back of the Defiance. "Close the hall doors on the front half of the Defiance! Evacuate everyone there!" Rick yelled out. As ordered, the front half of the ship closed off from the back half, as all its crew got sucked into space. One by one, the rear turbolasers ceased firing while the front turbos intensified.

The Defiance now floated in space, still heading left, but otherwise immobile. The primary core of the ship was near the front, so the front of the ship still functioned properly. Just as it seemed the ship would survive for a bit longer, the second main engine broke off, much more violently than the first. A large explosion engulfed the rear of the Defiance, destroying any functions there. The recoil caused the front of the ship to tilt downward, while the rear of the ship, severely weakened by the explosion, tore right off.
"Sir, what are we going to do now?" a Mon Calamari officer asked nervously.
"Keep fighting. If the Defiance goes down, we'll take some First Order vessels with us." Rick answered. "Focus the ship's energy on the frontal laser cannons and turbolasers, they will be the most effective at destroying the corvettes. Have every gun on this ship target those little pests unless I say otherwise."
"Yes, sir." the engineer replied.
As the turbolasers redoubled their efforts, Rick muttered to himself, "At least we're flying half a ship."

Defiance (Defiance-class Heavy Assault Frigate)

Actions: Fired ion cannon volley at FIV Malice, turned left to evade plasma torpedoes, focused firepower on corvettes, focused energy on frontal firepower

Shielding: 3% (Disabled to save energy)
Armor: 39%
Engines: Destroyed (Went with the rear end of the Defiance when it split)

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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

"Prex Kreelan! Prex Kreelan!"

"Lieutenant Stazi, Twilight Company First Platoon! Initial assault went well, but our top command structure has been compromised and offworld Imperial forces have us heavily outgunned! Armored assault taking heavy losses, will hold until the end but reinforcements urgently requested on our position! Marking targets with geotags!"

[ Got it, Lieutenant Stazi. Sending in our air support to pave that path. Those last remaining geotags will not be used in vain.] now they had to hurry, rush forward to help in the overall fight. [member="Sol Stazi"]

[ I am sending [member="Isar Kislo"] to lead that attack. He'll be above ground and tackling what he can to guide use to where you need us.] Just then, speaking of the devil. Isar commed in.

"Please hold."

Then came the whistling of a random tune for perhaps five seconds. Aeron literally could feel the nerve over her right eyebrow twitch.

"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."

[ Kislo, my fist is feeling pretty lonely. It wants to connect with your face.] she quipped back, trying to focus on the mission. [ I need you to focus into this direction. I am going to be sending a few ice borers your way at these coordinates. Lieutenant @Sol Stazi needs the ice borers to go to this location to start digging underneath them] [member="Torian Pierce"] and any First Order soldiers with large vehicles. If they can sink the ground underneath them, then the Alliance Air support can start picking them off like Kowaikian Monkeys in a barrel.

Beside her, the Talz and Ortolan guerilla fighters sent in the probes along with a small squad to investigate. Little did they know that [member="Rexus Wenck"] and the Gundark Gunners had set a trap underneath Outpost veers, setting up thermal detonators and booby traps under the facility.

The Gundark Gunners, or more reasonably, what remained of them now scrambled deep beneath Outpost Veers, setting up thermal detonators, and booby traps.

The thermal detonators the thralls now placed had inbuilt sensor beacons. As soon as someone tried to pull a fast one on the Outpost Veers garrison, the detonators would go off, burying tonnes of ice and snow upon the plucky infiltrators. So far, Rexus and the Gundark Gunners remnant had rigged about one point eight kilometres worth of tunnel with the detonators. It may cause some tremors, but. Wenck carefully applied some ice to the detonator, covering it up. Anyone who stumbled through those tunnels wouldn't see the detonators until it was too late.

There didn't seem to be anyone in the tunnels, nothing seemed out of the ordinary --- save no First Order Personnel. That they could see.

[Chalz, balo naila nembeefa, unumleenum area. Miaambleefaneelmo daaala holocameras.] «Chalz, go on ahead, scan the area. Check for holocameras. » A heavy weight Talz fighter grunted out to his companion.

[Lin ghey neocubakae. Minni vida soghilivyn. Ge ghey lei?] «It is empty. I see nothing. Where are they?» another said, moving the probe up ahead to scan for any traps.

[Den ghey skranlae. Gae vl lei las den neocubakae?] «This is strange. Why would they leave this empty?»

[Prex Kreelan, vali ghgsi boskven dek.] «Prex Kreelan, you should come here. » came the chirp thorugh the Zeison Sha's comm.

[ Rodger, coming over.]

Moving up ahead and getting into her own ice boreer, Aeron swung her gaze to the second lieuteneant, [ Keep securing these tunnels. Use the tunnel reinforcers. We only want to collapse the ice where we need to.]

[ Understood Prex.] Behind them, more of the portable shields were placed alongside the wall and activated.

Moving ahead to meet up with the advanced party that had tunneled into the starting point where the tunnels under Outpost Veers began, Aeron felt that nagging sensation in the back of her neck. Isar's warning came back. It didn't feel right.

Approaching the party, Aeron slowed her iceborer. Ahead of her were the Talz and Ortolan scouting group.

[M lioosu m.] «We see nothing.» an Ortolan said, playing with the probe's controls.

[ They wouldn't have left this undefended. Any holocameras?]

[ Miaambleefaneelmo, miaalbiyao naidalu nembeefa.] « Checking, moving up ahead.» as he guided the probes deeper, still nothing. However, the First Order was trying to sense for seismic activity. Activity that they will only have once the scouting party went in to explore themselves. The IR and Night vision of the probe could not detect any lifesigns.

[ M. Kaum m umnbu buoou. Buooi nailbullaake yaeekmo nenu miaalbiyao laumbe nailu Nembeefadaaanbum.... nausu m. ] «Nothing. There is no one out there. These tunnels seem to move right under the Outpost.... but nothing. »

If there was nothing, then it was rather very clear what they were dealing with. No one would be that idiotic to not defend these tunnels.

[ It's a trap.] Aeron said plainly. It had to be. They were not that lucky.

[Start searching for any sort of ordnance. ]

[ Nausu buooa leeela m naumba. Miooe buunbeenumbu bano yamileelno nailbullaake nailu bano Nembeefadaaanbum? Buooa buunbeenumbu miaandalaanoobu leaamseel sou bano Nembeefadaaanbum, ulnu uva leeela sao collapse naila saoom nau buooi nailbullaake unbu nenu balo. ]«But that makes no sense. Why would they rig the tunnels under their Outpost? That would compromise the foundation of their Outpost, maybe even make it collapse on itself if these tunnels were to go. »

[ Yeah well, if they did... maybe we did just get lucky. ] turning to the Talz and scouting group. [ Secure the tunnels we came in with the shield generators. I want us to have something to back into in case I am right.]

[Jes, Prex.] «Yes, Prex.»

They got to work, with Aeron also using her skills to search for where recent activity had been left on the snow. [Gykraynarg pkoe voed, pkoe ge sioe mak kav ghey nov sikerronb.] «Check for tracks, for where anything may have been recently disturbed. » The Talz were hunters as well as were great trackers.

Moving forward, they began their search.



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  Force Imbued Diskblade
  

[SIZE=9pt]NPCS: Deployment of initial Omega Pyre Forces[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Omega Pyre Special Forces | Troops of HBD-300 Droid Series SI-HD Armor | VT-Portable Shield Generator | BC-RT 1900 Portable Shield | Directed Charge | Multi Weapon Standard Model| KUT-42 'Stark' Plasma Torch | VT-Disruption Cutter | Neutra Hypoinjector Wristband | Neutra Serum Gas Dispenser | Serum Aurek | TS-N Healing Serum | BA-H377 Browncoat Forcebreaker Grenade | [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32316-bti-839-sonic-"][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32316-bti-839-sonic[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]carbine/]BTI-839 Sonic Carbine[/url] | ARGH- HVKF-MD-1 - Approved Technology | VT-SDC 13 - Approved Technology |Infiltrator Scarab Droid | Mindshackle Scarab Swarm |Incinerator Scarab Swarm | OBL-0 Scout Drone | OBL-1 Defense Drone | OBL-3 Attack Drone | OBL-4 Sniper Drone[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Larger Land Forces enroute[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Several Talz and Ortolan guerilla troops[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Caelli-Merced Ice Detonator[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Ice Spike[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RR-Recoilless Rifle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Barradium charges | various grenades[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]30x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Laser Ice-Cutter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]30x [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Iceborer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]10 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]PGV-35 Tauntaun[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]3 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33241-aegis-class-heavy-drop-ship/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]4 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/16041-m59-raven-class-dropship/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]2 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/22484-zx-stock-heavy-freighter/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]3 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21406-cxr-75-heavy-dropship/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]3 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/772-peregrine-class-gunship/ [/SIZE]

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[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Calrissian Plaza[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend home, Skewer the Shark[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her attack was deflected with a surprising turn of speed from the hulking alien before her. “Impressive,” she muttered with a slight grin on her face. She was beginning to relish the challenge. Her feelings of irritation at the Shark resisting her earlier attacks gave way to exhilaration as it dawned on her just how advanced her opponent was. The Bounty Hunter was no standard lowlife, he was something else and it thrilled her to think that by the end of the day he’d either be dead by her hand or her prisoner to toy with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She sensed the danger before it happened, a fist raised at her, she’d seen enough wrist powered weaponry fighting the Galactic Alliance to know what was happening next. Thrusting sideways with both feet, Sam darted to the side once more. She preferred to avoid rather than block whenever possible, a strategy to compliment her small frame and speed and with the assault from Alkor distracting her foe, it came as no surprise when the beam hurdled a few inches to her right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now it was her turn. Her ally had made his attack face to face so Sam took her chance for great positioning, she circled around to the Herlic’s rear then leaped several meters into the air. She turned her lightsaber blade downwards, she’d aim to land on the shoulder of the Bounty Hunter and impale him with the crimson tip while Ghorua was distracted.[/SIZE]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Cloud ciry, bespin
Task Force 191
Objective: Holding Overwatch over Cloud City
Allies: [member="Aran Piett"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Hogrum Veed"]
Enemy: [member="Vilin"]

Task force 191 special force contiujed to escort the transports that were ferrying people to and from. Sara kept a eye on her radar to make sure no one was getting past, however as she kept listening to her comms she heard that enemy u wings had started approaching but was being intercepted.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she adjusted her speeds as she got onto the comms to report in

captain piett bolt squadron are all accounted for and are still im task escorting shuttles

The special forces were to remain unsaid, to others it was siny bolt squadron like usual. But hidden inside those ties was men and women trained to attack at any field should the orders

She opened a line straight to [member="Aran Piett"] as she spoke

aran special forces are ready when needed, does the others need help with those uwing?

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: FIS Kuragin, Deck B and/or C Remnants
Objective: Search for a Way Forward/Downward
Allies: GA, [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Ipsy"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], et al.
Enemies: FO, [member="Magnus Ren"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Aralu Sar"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], et al.
Gear:

Spoiler

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

“We should press on, if you want you can have two stay back and search, but we’re losing precious time.”

With the state of the station's stability all around them, that was beginning to look like a more and more like a fool's errand. Glancing around at the subtly warping atmosphere bubbles of the Alliance commandos' ghostsuits as their helmets responded to the deteriorating atmospheric quality, Agent Deacon was not particularly eager to send any of his surviving team off on what would almost assuredly end as a suicide mission. So far, the other teams had either been too busy, too dead, or too cut off to respond to their check in requests for status updates. Still, the lone survivor from Besh Team, Rigsy, kept attempting to raise them in hushed tones at infrequent intervals.

"No, you're right," he answered the SIS Force adept, "The other strike groups have run through similar contingency scenarios. We have a better chance of finding other surviv-team members by moving forward, not retracing our steps."

He silently cursed himself for the slip up. They all knew that the initial assault had not gone exactly according to plan, but the operative did nobody any favors by speaking about their current predicament in such dire terms. But either Locke had not noticed or had simply elected not to comment, as when the Hapan glanced over he saw that she was looking just about everywhere but in his direction. It took him a moment, self-absorbed as he was with his own internal crisis, to realize that she was searching for something, but as to what exactly he couldn't say for sure. For a brief moment, his illogical mind conjured up notions of supernatural mumbo jumbo like searching for ley lines or the intersection of dimensional facets or some other nonsense, until she spoke again.

“We have to be close to something like engineering or whatever. I need to get my hands on a maintenance panel, if I get to one of those, I can get us out of here or find us some friends.”

Oh, well that makes more sense, Deacon thought to himself. Not only that, he had to admit, but it was not a bad idea.

"Understood. Aurek Team!" he hissed through the comms, which by now Rigsy had linked Allyson into so she would not have to endure long periods of head bobbing silence as the Irregulars conversed internally amongst each other, "Scavenge and recon, let's find a path through this debris! Escort pattern Ackbar 12, ring around the Jedi."

Glancing Locke's way, he shrugged apologetically. Having read the parts of her dossier that remained unclassified to even him, he was cultured enough in the ways of Force sects to know the term wasn't entirely accurate. But the Irregulars saw such things with a much less refined palette, and to be honest given his history of working alongside them the Hapan believed it was a minor miracle that by now the distinction between Jedi and Sith among Force users finally come to be more or less accepted. Salt of the earth, these Kathol boys, but not exactly the intellectual elite of the galaxy. As far as most of them were concerned, there was only one good kind of space wizard.

It was slow going at first, as the point team had to spend as much team heaving heavy wreckage out of their way as looking for the type of maintenance panel Agent Locke had described. The delay allowed Deacon to contemplate on how ridiculous the situation must look from anyone who may have stumbled upon them in that moment. All the visual sensors were likely out as a result of the First Order charges, and the Hapan knew that there were likely half a dozen Imperial countermeasures that would prevent his disguise from holding up under practically any scrutiny, but he was hoping his calming stormtrooper plate might serve to provide them with the upper hand over any station personnel they came across who didn't have the benefit of a heads up display, as well as to keep any loyalist civilians from blowing the whistle. The ghostsuits may look odd, but nothing could be wrong if a stormtrooper of the First Order was with them, of course.

Not that they had much to worry about in that respect, for if any civilians or unprotected station personnel remained on this level, he had to be concerned for their life expectancy.

Blowing up your space station with your own people still on board, he thought, Now that's cold.

Finally, Locke cried out as she apparently stumbled across what she had been looking for. With silent hand signals, Deacon ordered Aurek to fan out in an overwatch formation, setting up behind cover at strategic points in a circle all around the Force adept's position.

"See what you can find," Deacon called out, "But even if you find the other teams or a way out of here, I'm pretty sure the turbolifts on this level are all express, and not the good kind. We may end up having to try and punch a hole through down below with some charges."

 

[Subject 37]

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="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Lucien Studley"]
Ship: The Arkuhn

Kiran stood behind the Vanir Technologies Command Throne that operated nearly all of the Systems aboard the Arkuhn. His face was mostly impassive, his armor a bit too tight, and his mask had been tossed onto a nearby table. His one good eye was set dead ahead on the viewscreen and the cybernetic implant that sat around the other side of his face seemed to blink every now and again to denote that it was at least active.

In the chair beside him was an impassive Droid that had a host of wires hooked to it.

Some of the crew still wandered around the edge of the bridge, though most of them had taken their seats a few moments ago when it had been announced that they would be dropping out of hyperspace in just a few minutes. Kiran glanced down at the droid, watching as it slowly patted it's fingers across the holographic keyboard in front of it. The Automaton shifted within the seat, the dozen or so wires hooked up to it all making an odd noise as it moved.

"We are ready."

Kiran smiled. "Good."

The Mercenary had really never been much of an admiral, not really anyway. His tactics usually were more focused on the ground, and even then they didn't work out half the time. So instead of taking charge of The Arkuhn himself he had brought Rigor, a droid that by all accounts had studied thousands, if not millions, of engagements throughout the galaxy in both ground and space. Kiran planned to let the droid do whatever it wanted in this particular battle, then take the credit for it when he was done.

Plus, Rigor would do a far better job of commanding the Arkuhn's systems than he ever could. He was only a Zeltron after all, easily distracted by his own little pursuits. The Mercenary waited for a brief moment, then looked around the bridge. Everyone had settled themselves in securely, though he doubted, at least initially, that they would be tossed around much.

The information they had received ahead of time from the Alliance had told him that most of the engagements had now moved into close Range, at least for starships. The Arkuhn however had been designed as an artillery ship of sorts, it would sit back and fire from a distance rather than hopping in close. Kiran sighed slightly, hanging onto the Command Throne just a bit tighter as he watched the countdown clock suddenly tick down to Zero. There was a surge, the ship rocked, and suddenly the blue lines in front of him turned to the stars of Anoat.

They had dropped out just at the edge of the system, far away from the planet itself and just close enough to get targeting solutions on the already engaging fleets.

"Contacting the Alliance. Acquiring Targeting Parameters. Powering weapons."

The droid spoke out loud as it sent out quick protocol bursts, first contacting the Alliance ships in the system and identifying themselves as friendlies then quickly scanning the rest of the vessels in the system before finally getting what it needed.

"Firing."

Kiran's fingers tightened against the throne once more as The Arkuhn shook and released a salvo of its main batteries directly towards the distant Coinchenn.

Fleet Actions:

Spoiler

Dropped From Hyperspace In rear of engagements
Fired Long-Range weapons at the Coinchenn

 

[Kenth Typho]

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

Jorg pulled him back right in time, before the stormtroopers could notice him.

That was a complication - they didn't have any guns on them, well, nothing with enough firepower to take down three stormies quietly. It would probably lead more of them to their location, if Locke came out blasting with his disruptor. No, that didn't seem like a good way to go around it. While he was pondering Jorg seemed to have a plan formulated in his head. Locke wasn't sure what it was, but coming up empty himself meant that there wasn't much choice here.

Had he known about the grav-glove would probably have put things into perspective.

"Oi!" He shouted after Jorg, following his lead throughout it all. "Whets wiff tha guns, freunds?!"

Then kinetic force ripped itself out of Jorg's gauntlet and send them flying. Locke didn't take the time to be surprised, instead he followed closely in pursuit - his shoulder slamming into the chest of the second stormtrooper and crashing him against the wall, just as he had started to collect himself.

Before the stormtrooper could recollect himself the fist with the brass knuckles already lashed out.

Once, twice, three times, four, until the neck of the stormtrooper was frozen shut to the wall. So focused Locke was on making sure the guy was out of the fight, that he didn't notice the third stormtrooper launching himself at him. In a ball of fists they barreled into Jorg who had just finished off his target.

 

[Sieb Tevv]

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"Second signature reverting behind us."

Sieb nodded, turning his eyes away from the fate of FIV Sound and toward the area behind the monolithic carrier. "The minefield?"

"No, Admiral," growled the Yuzzem adjutant, fur rippling. "They have emerged just beyond it and are now clearing it with what appear flak canisters."

The Sullustan tugged at his earlobe. "Hm. Effective. Mandalorian too?"

"Yes, sir. Another Alor-class."

The flagship trembled slightly and Sieb's eyes flicked toward the shield readouts.

"Under fire from the first Alor, Admiral. It's unloading on us. Primaries are mass drivers and missiles."

"Inform the captain of the Polymath that that ship is priority one target. I want their targeting screens to look like white noise."

The EWAR corvette's plethora of jamming systems would ensure that the effectiveness of the missiles and the targeting systems for the other offensive weapons on the enemy vessel were substantially decreased. The Itsukusk's CIWS, pressor beams, and anti-missile octets could do the rest. Admiral Tevv was not enthusiastic about his current situation, but the flagship could weather an incredible amount of punishment.

"Have the AEGIS system operators divert power regeneration to the shields," directed the Admiral.

"Aye, sir."

"Weapons, all short range batteries return fire on the Chimera." The vessel trembled again. Sieb grimaced. "All long range batteries, target the Warspite-class. Single salvo. Alpha strike. Ion cannons first, five second delay for impact, then follow with the rest."

"...ready, Admiral."

"Fire."

While he called them ion cannons, the Binary Fusion Ion Cannons were really ionized plasma. They would be able to temporarily disrupt critical systems, such as shields. Power would eventually be restored, but in the immediate period after impact the target vessel would be vulnerable, which was why Sieb allowed for a five second delay. A salvo of one hundred of those ion cannons, followed by the long range turbolaser batteries, missiles, and torpedoes on a single localized section of the Warsprite could potentially punch a very large hole in her side.

Or at least, that was the idea.

"Coming out of hyperspace, two signatures. Here they come. They're friendlies, sir, targeting the Coinchenn."

"Ah. Thank Commander Studley. And the others..." He fiddled with the holographic display. "The mercenaries. I see. Well, let's just hope Saeva is worth what we pay them. CAG, let's get your squadrons into action and utilize this chaos. Primary target is the Chimera."

The Besalisk grinned and scratched his belly with one of four arms. "Oh, aye, sir. We'll show 'em how it's done. Third Fleet style."

"Open the wing line. I want to hear it."

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Y-wings, A-wings, X-wings, E-wings, B-wings, even some Naboo fighters streamed toward the Chimera.

"All squadrons report in."

"Clawbird leader, standing by."

"Rancor leader, standing by."

"Twin Suns, standing by."

"Thunderbolts, ready to rumble."

"Troll leader, standing by."

"Eclipse lead, standing by."

"Gunfighters, standing by."

"Demon One, standing by."

"Sable lead, standing by."

"Krayt One, standing by."

"Hawkbats, standing by."

"Asharl leader, standing by."

"Saber lead, standing by."

Some of the voices sounded eager, others scared, and some simply devoid of emotion. Sieb heard the accents of Twi'leks, Sullustans, humans, and more over the comms. Pilots of every size and species.

Wing Leader: "Form up, lock S-foils into attack position."

Gunfighter One: "Incoming fighters."

Rancor One: "You superiority folks better keep 'em off us."

Krayt One: "You worry about the bombing run, we'll worry about those fighters."

Gunfighter One: "Jamming active. They'll be blind."

Demon One: "Pinpoint fire."

Fire from vulcan cannons tore through space in brilliant bursts.

Krayt Four: "Stang. I'm hit. R2 unit is on it."

Thunderbolt One: "Stay on target. Distance is closing."

Twin Suns Nine: "What in the void?"

Twins Suns Five: "That's a solid wall of flak and PD. How are we supposed to get through that?"

Twin Suns One: "Gunfighters are on this. Trust their jammers."

Clawbird Four: "Taking fire. I-" The line burst into static.

Clawbird Three: "Four? Four! Kark."

Clawbird Five: "I'm not going home in a bodybag."

Clawbird Six: "Where's our air support?"

Demon Two: "On it. Missile lock. Firing. Fox two. Fox two."

Demon Three: "Good kill."

Demon Two: "Splash one."

Rancor Five: "I can't shake him. I can't- AAAAAAAAGH."

Troll One: "Target reached. Locked onto ship's main sensor suite. Bombs away."

Aboard the flagship, Sieb watched as the squadrons of the Second and Third Wing conducted bombing runs on the communications and sensor suites of the Alor-class amid a maelstrom of flak and point-defense.

***​

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"Sir, there's a Jedi starfighter on the comms. He's requesting a target."

Sieb nodded. "Tell him to keep those enemy starfighters tied up." Tevv pulled anxiously on his earlobe and turned to his Yuzzem adjutant. "Get [member="Draco Vereen"] on the line. He is a Mandalorian ally. He'll know if there are any weak points we can punch through."

Enemies: [member="Face"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Aleksander Miles"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Nils Brenner"]
Allies: [member="Lucien Studley"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

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Korr squinted, having difficult tracking the bogeys with line of sight as they climbed in altitude due to their coloration. Thinking his padawan might have a similar problem, he reached out to her.

Your eyes can deceive you. Trust the Force.

Fighter combat in space was vastly different than dogfighting in atmosphere. Wind resistance and the blinding light of the system's star were only the beginning of the variety of factors to take into account. The Stealth X Korr flew was invisible to the enemy's sensors unless he used the comms. The same could not be said for Naomi's X-wing.

To the bogeys it would look like they were being pursued by a single X-wing. Once they realized that, they would try to swarm her.

Sandwich when they turn. You're the bait.

With that, Korr pointed his nose toward the sky and climbed after them.

Bandit 1: [member="Pierce Fortan III"]
Wingwoman: [member="Naomi Carolina"]

 

[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
6x Roche-class light corvette

Aleksander shock his head as he strode forward seeing the targeting systems start to fail he smirked and gestured once away from himself as the fighter control officer catching sight of the motion quickly gave the 6 remaining vessels in the hangar the go ahead to launch just as the fighter swarm approached. Crossing his arms he stood boldly in front of the viewport the two launching bays opened disgorging 6 Roche-class light corvettes that had been hidden in the hangar bays the anti-fighter weapons opening up as one of them started to feed the Chimera with targeting data on the enemy ship. Smirking once the targetting data came back up Aedan gestured calmly for the fire to continue against the Itsukusk missiles switching to Assault concussion missiles for added fire power. Turning and nodding to a man seated at a seemingly useless control panel he activated the ships Predator Interdiction Drives sending out a burst that would sap the speed from the fighter swarm as they neared it before he hit another button causing the Retribution shielding to send an energy back feed to any ship that targeted it with laser weaponry as vulcan's and point defense turrets opened up on the now slowed fighters having an easier time of targeting them. Meanwhile in the hangars the 24 Star Wing II's were in the midst of being rearmed with another set of cluster missiles while outside the fighters that had been launched turned their attention away from enemy fighters to assault and harass the enemy bombers suddenly the Rekali and Ra'gr-class fighters tearing into them as some of Aleksander's most prominent personal aces showed why they had earned the right to use these fighters. The Roche-class moved forward firing all of their Gatling cannons at the enemies fighters that seemed to be attempting to drag the Rekali and Ra'gr-class into a dogfight. Turning his attention towards the other fights in the field he snorted amused by ships that seemed to be appearing more advanced craft that seemed to be attempting to draw of the sister ship of the Chimera nodding his head once he turned his attention back to the front his ship most likely to the shock of those involved continued its slow almost threatening crawl forward.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant.​

Allies: [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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For whatever assumption [member="Taeli Raaf"] held over the Knights of Ren, Brennan's ambition wasn't marred so blindly by emotion or prejudice towards her individuality. His decision to turn and move deeper into the facility had been placed upon the end-game, his mission and objective of which he would not complete unless he made his way to the Control Center to further support [member="Val Kordova"]. Furthermore given the nature of the Facility, the durasteel bulkheads of which the Jedi Master felt she could cut through so easily weren't made of silicon, it was instead a safe bet given the facilities dealing with molten metals and the many dangers of such works, that in event of a facility wide lock-down, the facilities bulkheads would secure shut by reinforced Durasteel, more than just several inches thick, these doors were designed to keep others out as well as the pools of liquid fire from breaching the plant in the event of a Meltdown. While she may have been quick enough to follow Brennan onto the catwalk leaving the body of [member="Ara Ren"] behind in the silence of her last breath, without Brennan's access that had been given down from the First Order Security Bureau, what took him seconds to step through would take her minutes to cut through, the sole intent of making her following him that much more difficult.

The Jedi's telekinetic grip took hold of his ankle, Brennan not having thought she had the time to pursue him so given the momentum of his dash across the catwalk, his sprint turned to a stumble and against the grated metal path overlooking pools of fire and burning metals turned to liquid steel, he collapsed and tumbled against the side guard, a hand snapping out to catch the railing while his other kept his lightsaber from piercing himself. Turning he found the Jedi still in approach though looking a little less her cherry self, she seemed to be having some difficulty from the blow that his superior had landed on her. Rising to his feet and now without the danger of disrespecting Ara Ren's remains, from behind his back he pulled a pair of Incendiary Grenades. The thought had previously crossed his mind though moments ago, given his unintentional killing of one of their own people, to further harm the body where he presumed the Knights of Ren could still gain from her corpse if not only in study, he had refrained. Lobbing the grenades in an under-armed throw, he tossed them across the catwalk, skimming across the floor and held up on high by the side guards meant for the safety of personal, they clinked and clattered over and over until they soon exploded in a reign of fire engulfing the area of impact.

In combination with the explosion of the Incendiaries, Brennan reached out with his left hand throwing a furious burst of telekinetic energy against the back of the eruption, the fire and smoke that engulfed the catwalk in-front of Taeli Raaf soon being accelerated toward her in a stream of flames, the air fueling the ferocity of the eruption as it was hurled will all intent to burn the women alive, towards the Jedi. She seemed to be underestimating her opponent, something that he did not much care for however she wouldn't keep him from his goal. If she was determined to slow him down, he would make it difficult for her to do so. Beneath their feet, the Catwalk rumbled, the foundations and supporting struts gave a less than assuring vibration, the stability of their new ground coming to factor into Brennan's consideration for the continued fight. How far would they push themselves in order to best one another, he wondered, the power of the Force wasn't the only tool for one to gain the advantage in.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City - Landing area Mining Quarters
Allies: [member="Chloe Blake"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]
Enemies | First Order - [member="DT-317"] [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Gear: - Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet |

Rekha's thranta flared its great wings as it slowed to stop Rekha normally would show off at this point her riding skills but having young Makai about she figured she'd save the leap for another time. Riding a thranta shouldn't only be done when you need the quick lift, riding a thranta should be something everyone did multiple times to enjoy the feeling to race the wind, and conquer the skies.

To fly whether a ship or a thranta it was larger than life. Rekha let loose of the reigns as the thranta got closer to the landing area, slowly she moved up, crouching, counting moments off in her mind till when she could launch herself. She didn't look down that would take her nerve always did, one mistake. She laughed, then when close enough she launched herself off rolling as she hit the deck then laid there for a moment or two...getting up she brushed herself off.

She still had everything and the thranta were waiting, "HOME" That was the only command needed to send them to safety. She remembered that Kaili had asked for names, "Hi, I'm Rekha. "

There was a lot more going on then they knew or at least what Rekha knew. The skies above Cloud City were more active, the City itself seemed on the edge. Inside there seemed to be a voice on repeat, like when the boat is sinking and they play the evacuate order over and over. Rekha tilted her head trying to hear more she looked at her companions. She focused on Chloe for a moment, "Ok, here we are. Where would you like to go?" Getting on Cloud City was probably easier than walking around Cloud City.

There would be resistance.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpI7VIfVXZo

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Outpost Veers, Hoth​

Allies First Order: [member="Anora Shaw"] [member="Chron Terix"] [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="TK-4261 Strain"] [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Hatori Ikari"] [member="Ishana Pavanos"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Kira Solvani"] [member="Arcana Altana"]​

Enemies Galactic Alliance: [member="HK-36"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Isar Kislo"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Rusty"]​

Directly Engaging: [member="Tomas Yarrow"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​

Gear: In Signature​

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Kyrel took a sidestep avoiding the bullets with relative ease, he could not afford to take any more damage then the first initial attack, and as he had heard Shaw wanting him to deal with Kerrigan, he saw what looked to be two new disciples in the way. He growled he would not let children be harmed, especially apprentices. As soon as he got to cover within the trenches the missile came the marine somehow regained his footing, and with unbelievable feat knocked over the missile sending it into an ice sheet which caused several Hard boulders to fall landing on several squads of marines killing them instantly.​

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Next, some snow troopers arrived, no doubt coming from Staff Seargent Desmaris's unit. Underneath his expressionless mask, he grinned as this gave an idea. They spoke to him via comlink. "Sir we have come here to assist you and are awaiting further orders." The leader said to him attentively, and then a thought form in his head as he spoke while he still had the time to. "Excellent Commander, I need you to flank them and destroy that artillery." "Yes, sir we are on it." The commander said his voice sounding confident, as the troops provided covering fire while a couple armed with rocket launchers aimed at the joints of the artillery battery's and opened fire. The artillery battery's that were used by the Shard came crashing down, and so proceeded to continue their assault with blasters and a flurry of thermal detonators.​

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The Marine then came at him from above, he raised his saber and absorbed the attack, thanks to the insulation and anti-ion mesh within his saber the blade would be able to withstand the attack as if it was nothing. He then moved back raising his saber in a two handed grip ready to face off against the Marine, as he pushed the grenade that was in with him out of the trench. Then all of a sudden something hit him in the Force, it was as if something had passed as if a darkness had been extinguished. He kept his guard up and decided to pursue it further, and as all, he could tell he could sense most of the Knights, and Master Derith, but he looked closer into the Force, and had finally figured it out as he thought to himself in both a mixture of shock and anger. 'Sister Ara..... No. NO, THEY KILLED HER!!!' He thought his rage reaching uncontrollable levels. ​

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He his mind flashed for brief moments of the time he knew her, the time they had fought together during the Battle of Mustafar, the time he had trained her in Djem So Lightsaber combat. All the memories even though he did not know her very well, caused his anger to boil over, and so with the Force, he delivered a powerful scream, fueled by both his rage and pain both physical and emotional. The scream was would be an overwhelming onslaught as it was directed towards his foe. It had the potential of damaging many systems and gadgets of his armor, with enough violent force, that he perhaps went flying towards the end of the trench.​

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He lowered his saber as the scream died down. Still, raw fury flowing through him, he muttered to himself. "Rest well Sister Ara, you have served the Supreme Leader well, now may you find peace you have earned that much." He then set his eyes on Kerrigan, cold rage taking hold as he started to make his way over there. She was using what looked to be tendrils against Shaw, and against the Disciples, He concentrated on the dark side, taking a powerful leap through the air, as he was not concerned with checking on the Marine. Using his emotions, on his pain and anger to fuel the power and strength he so desperately needed. He had every intention of driving his saber through the weak spot in her armor, located in the armor to bring her down As powerful as she was, she was no God, and so had to focus on one opponent and Kyrel was more than happy to take her on. The pain from his wounds and the death of his fellow Knight of Ren became a trigger to unleash his power, and he would not let Siobhan harm the Disciples not if he had anything to say about it.​

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He had finally reached his target, as his powerful blade struck through the weak spot in her neck, the tip of his blade practically close to getting to her neck. He said as the attack went through, his voice sick with venom. "If you think I am no threat, you are mistaken." He said as the dark side flowed through the blade increasing it's power as he driven it even deeper into her neck. The armor showed signs of cracking as he looked to Shaw and told her, his voice sick with rage. "By the Supreme Leader's will no more Ren will die on this day!!! Shaw go protect the Disciples, this one here is mine as for you, you sorry excuse for a mother, attacking children you are really no mother but a heartless monster from the depths of Chaos with the guise of a woman to hide what you really are, when all you are is both ugly on the outside as well as the inside!!!!" He said as he looked back to Kerrigan, and before she could counter attack, he attempted to cut the side of her neck, hopefully drawing blood before jumping back, and heading into an offensive stance.​

 

[Rusty]

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Hoth: Outpost Veers – Trenches
Allies:
Team S: [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Aver Brand"]
Team U: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
[member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | Outpost Veers
Directly Engaging: [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] (briefly) | Looking for a fight.
Kit: ​RR-1 with 5 rounds HVP, 3 rounds HEAT, 1 rounds Canister, ER-1, EPC with 15 Light Darts

The first Rusty knew about the squad of soldiers approaching was the blaster bolt that whizzed by his face. It was close enough that, had he had skin, it would have caused a serious sunburn.

That was annoying. So focused had the Shard been on the Ren, who seemed to regard things like physics and the travel time of projectiles fired from a rail gun as something that happened to other people, he didn't even notice the squad rolling up on him. Only, they had, and they were close enough to get off accurate fire.

Well, if the enemy is in range, so are you. And if you're in range, so are they. And if they're in range, KABOOM!

That was the sound the RR-1 made as the Shard dove to the ground, scooped it up out of the snow, aimed, and fired towards the approaching soldiers. Only, it wasn't really the sound, just sort of a stand in, because words can't really describe the noise a recoilless rifle makes as it hurls hundreds of spheres the size of musket balls towards a target. Only instead of lead, they were made out of a tungsten/steel alloy that could put a hurting on just about anything. He didn't have time to get a real good estimate of the range, might have been forty meters, might have been sixty, but they were far enough out that the approaching squad should vanish in a cloud of plastoid and pink mist.

Whether they would or not, however, he wasn't about to stick around and find out, because if they were still alive, they were about to be really​ pissed off. He knew he'd be in their shoes.

Rusty sprang up before the smoke cleared, clamped the RR-1 to its resting place on top of his pack, and hauled ass down the slope towards the trench. Everything was so chaotic, he didn't think anyone saw him, but it was better to be safe than sorry, so he sprayed a magazine of electromagnetically propelled projectiles down the trench in his immediate line of sight, just to be sure. A corpse twitched as the rounds smacked into it, but that was about the only response he was going to get. Oh well.

Since he had a moment, and since the ER-1 wasn't meant for close quarters fighting, he dropped the pack and swapped out LBEs and weapons. The ECP was much better suited for this sort of thing, and the fact that he still had 15 Light Darts might come in handy.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Aleksander Miles"] | [member="Face"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Magnus Ren"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Aralu Sar"]​

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E N E M I E S​

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Keric [/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=18px][FONT=georgia]Dynt"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Ipsy"] | [member="Deacon"]​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Survive | Fight | Get Off the Kuragin​

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E N G A G I N G​

[member="Lucien Studley"]​

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The Kuragin groaned again, and her lights throughout the station would flicker off and on. "C'mon darling, hold for me just a bit longer," Fiolette asked quietly with her hand against the station's hull. It had been ages since she had felt this way since she was a younger woman. A younger officer who worked aboard the ancient Sith vessels much like the very one that now bore down against her now. Her voice was quiet and she had heard Dr. Kay quite easily, "they train you well, it should be commended." And then her tablet vibrated, in the middle of the stairwell she leaned against the now cold durasteel and looked at the information being fed to her. In the moment her heart sank even with the aid of the Mandalorians, it seemed that the Galactic Alliance would do anything to win this war. Winning meant more to them than anything else, "then we'll simply have to show them our resolve."

She flipped through data files regarding the beast and its missiles, "Walzer inform the Sound and her pack to microjump to these coordinates." Encrypted channels carried her orders, as she watched on a two-dimensional map as her Bolts disappeared. Whoever was in command of the Alliance's flagship surely must have known that her torpedoes could not hit vessels as small as the Bolts let alone the shrikes. Fiolette patched into [member="Nils Brenner"]'s communications, he'd receive a priority message. "Take cover the Warspites squadrons, Captain. They very livelihood of our nation depends on it. If we cannot hold here then I fear we have everything to lose. To you and your companion, you now lead the combined ten squadrons all that Kuragin and Warspite have to give." She paused a moment, "we hold this line, do not allow them to go any further. Admiral Yvarro out."

"They shall go no further," Leona echoed, as she looked at the markings on the stairwell. "Level four this will have to do."

"Aye it will, we haven't got time to rush up another two levels," Fiolette acknowledged, "c'mon Doctor we've got a war to win."

The sound of boots rushing up engineering could be heard. The Admiral used her codes and handprint to get through the blast doors, and when she got in her heart sank even further, "my God..." Her breath escaped her. "They didn't evacuate?"

"No." A lone engineering officer reported, "we will not leave this place, we've kept'er runnin' and we'll keep tryin'."

Fiolette's attention turned from Leona and Kay to the lone officer. Memories of the past swept into her mind, she was once in this man's place her hands came to his arm and she saw the burns. Electrical burns, her eyes studied him, "Colonel."

"I'll see what I can do for'im," the Colonel acknowledged rushing to his side. "Are there any others?"

The man nodded, "levels six, two and three but I dunnae know how they are, when the bloody things boarded the hull the entire station went crayzae. She's not meant for this kind of engagement."

"In a perfect world we would never have had to find out," the Admiral remarked, "right then. Dr. Kay, Colonel Eldrel I'll leave you two to tend to the wounded. I'll get started on the Kuragin herself."

The man looked over at the Admiral, "with all due respect, ma'am are you sure?"

"Quite, much like yourself I once worked the engines of a vessel... and considering I designed this station from a hospital bed. I'd say it's fair that I know this station better than the fools who now work to take her from me." Fiolette marched away from the man and the Colonel. She surveyed this level and spotted the Assist. Chief Engineer's office and rushed across the level to get to it. There she saw tablets upon tablets of reports, a half-empty cup of tea and several pens and notebooks. A small footlooker sat against the wall, Fiolette knelt down and popped it open. "Ten millimeters will have to do." She said of the Comet OSM-10 pistol. The blonde marched out of the office and headed for a control console against the stem, where the station's hyperdrive core remained active. Taking her tablet she connected it into the console and attached a headset from one of the deceased engineers, "sorry love." The woman apologized as she connected it to the tablet.

"Now, let's get started..." She said to herself, hands on the console she knew the Warspite's data would be a bit behind but she knew that it would have to do. In the meantime, she smiled the reinforcements to Bespin had arrived. She had faith in @Hogrum Veed and so she only sent him a quick text message: THEY GO NO FURTHER. Just as she had faith in [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], and @Aran Piett. Each and everyone swore an Oath upon their entry to service an Oath to protect this nation, to uphold her laws and to have honor in everything that they did. Today, the lives of thousands, no millions of First Order citizens depended on them all it was why they wore the uniform. Even now as she accessed into the Kuragin's mainframe. The former engineering officer noted the location of [member="Allyson Locke"] and those around her. Environmental controls would cease to function properly as heat would increase, dramatically. Where [member="Ipsy"] and even [member="Vexen"] were would now also feel the same heat. @Keric Dynt would suffer the same, and before she would finish Fiolette would do one last night. Unleash a virus into the Kuragin's computer systems, the virus would now interrupt any attempts to get into the system while at the same time destroy the station's software. From now on everything on the Kuragin would have to be done manually.

Unhooking the tablet and disconnecting the headset she tossed it to the ground, and rushed up engineering's stairwells. "Colonel, Doctor - we've got to go now. If we're getting any stragglers left from the station we have to do it now."

"Why?" the lone engineering officer asked, and the Admiral looked at him plainly.

"The Kuragin is about to become a bloody hellhole if it wasn't already. Her environmental controls will be the first to go, her gravity controls will be the second and lastly lifesupport after that this station is done for. We haven't much time." The Admiral remarked, "stay with us. The Warspite isn't far from here, where-" She looked over at the stairwell markings. "Level five..." The blonde took stock of the surviving engineers and nodded, "arm up if you can, c'mon."

Once more on encrypted channels she gave word to [member="Magnus Ren"] that the station would be not so hospitable soon enough. Just then her tablet vibrated this time from [member="Face"], and as the Admiral looked up. Level four, they had to keep going, "c'mon, c'mon!" She shouted and looked down at the information being fed to her and then got back to Captain Walzer on her encrypted channels. "Walzer, maneuver enough to catch the Sionoma-class, focus on her command tower. It's exposed fire once the Bolts reemerge from their microjump!"

Captain Walzer looked down the command trench, "you heard her! Get us around the Kuragin get our long range guns on that ship!" And so the Warspite II whose nose had only just been exposed worked to get her long range guns on [member="Lucien Studley"]'s ship. The Nightshrikes were wounded down to three squadrons from four but were now taking orders from Captain Brenner, and the Bolts now emerged from their microjump. "Take out the shield generator then move to the ventral hangar, be prepared for another microjump!" Walzer ordered the Bolt II "Lunapack."

"Hypervelocity cannons, HARM Missiles, Particle lasers and the long range ion cannons, fire when ready!" Walzer ordered, and for the first time the Warspite II fired her guns. Aiming for the exposed command tower of the Sionoma-class, whilst the Bolt IIs would work to take out her shield generator, unloading their weapons onto her including their plasma torpedoes as they prepared for another microjump. Back on the Kuragin, the Admiral, the Colonel and the others were now on level three, "on my mark we push in, three, two- go, go. We grab who we can! COLONEL!"

"I know I heard you but there's a footlocker, grabbing a few weapons. Here, gear up." She tossed those who could handle weapons their own, "we run into the Alliance shoot on sight."

Fiolette couldn't argue with that and as they rushed to gear up and check for survivors, stragglers and anyone else on the station. The Admiral only wanted to know, "y'know not that we have a trademark on the design but since when did the Alliance start using Imperial and Sith designs?"

"800 years makes design philosphy a little fuzzy, don't you think?" Colonel Eldrel questioned, "right then, ready to go."

"Dr. Kay, ready?"

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Spoiler

FIV Warspite: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel / Long Range Only​

FIV Sound: Microjump away from Kuragin to Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons​

FIV Spark: Microjump away from Kuragin to Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons​

FIV Surge: Microjump away from Kuragin to Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons​

FIV Sonic: Microjump away from Kuragin to Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons​

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