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

[Natasi Fortan]

Audrey circulated with the lists, splitting them between the fireteams. "Governor Volcata is dispatching gunships with cloud-car escorts for us," she informed the groups. "Team leaders, stay in touch on our usual frequency. Move out, everyone." She led her team with [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] out onto the broad plaza where, only a hundred yards away, several gunships were landing. They approached, and a pilot called over the sound of the engines: "Doctor Saint George?" Audrey nodded enthusiastically. "We're your ride! Get aboard!"

The Doctor climbed aboard the gunship, and a few moments later the engines whirred and the gunship roared back into the sky, with a flanking escort of two cloud-cars, once Tarkin and everyone else were aboard. They banked across the city before landing in a park in one of the posher districts. The streets were empty of traffic, although a few speeders were parked up or abandoned in the center of the city. Audrey looked up and down the street, reaching up to brush hair out of her eyes and then rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Right. I guess we'll start there," she said, pointing at the building across the street. "Then work our way up the street, then down this side to the end, then across and back here, hm?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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

Alkor snorted indignantly at the woman's authoritative words. She was used to a chain of command, and most likely stood somewhere near its apex. He was foreign to the workings of the First Order, especially their homegrown cult of Force Adepts. There were whispers at best of the Knights of Ren, but their existance was a mystery beyond the halls of their governing sanctum. If this woman did hold any sort of power there, she was probably aware of the utter lack of order that characterized the Mando'ade.

Alkor was the least of his people by and large. Most of them were not even sensitive to the Force, and the ability to fight without it was respected far more than any amount of swinging around a Lightsaber. Even without his Jedi weapon, Alkor was deadly.

"You're not paying me to squirm around like a harlot at your whim," Alkor spat back at her. "You're paying me to protect your people and put down threats to their safety." His fingers flexed slowly, whirring as the servos responded to his movements. He was itching for this fight. The power of this opponent compelled him. "You can thank me later."

Samka unleashed a torrent of splinters toward the beast, who hopped quickly into motion. The smile had faded from Alkor's lips as he watched the Shark in slow motion. "Hey," he began, intent on warning the small woman before her attacker could manage to close the gap between them in a catastrophic way. "Hey!"

It was too late for that, though. The petite woman had headed straight for her target as he all too eagerly returned the favor. "Feth," the Corellian cursed as he ripped the pistol from his hip. It was too late to rush forward and get between them. Not at the speed they had already established.

Instead, Alkor aimed high as the creature turned in the air, and he fired three screaming shots in rapid succession toward the airborne Herglic. The first scraped past, outside of effective range. Without a proper aim, Alkor was firing from the hip, and his training was still limited in that way.

The second was more accurate by far, and tore toward Ghorua's head as he landed. If nothing else, it would serve as a distraction that would give the blue haired girl something to work with. Alkor grit his teeth when he heard the hiss of electronics, and he recognized the sound of a personal shield as it flickered to life.

The third shot collided with the energy barrier and wailed loudly as it was robbed of inertia. Under most circumstances, a shield simply stopped a round outright, but this one kept going. Due to the kinetic interference, however, it arced wide and slammed clean into the far side of the shielding.

He couldn't get through that defense.

Alkor glanced back to his buy'ce, on the ground near the tree, and hurried over to pick it up. As it slid over his head, he got a readout on the two fighters and the distance between them and his lightsaber. "No good," he murmured. "Can't risk it."

He kept the pistol trained on Ghorua, waiting for the moment that the shield fell.

"This is Alkor Centaris," he called across the First Order frequency. "What's the status of the Cloud City evacuation? Are we clear of civilians?"

 

[Micah Talith]

FIS Kuragin
[member="Cameron Centurion"]

As it would with family, frustration rose upon Micah's face. And while it would not be visible due to the helm that obscured his face, even his uncle would be able to feel it through the Force. [member="Vexen"] surely would, seeing how they were bonded through the Force.

But it wasn't a frustration built on a foundation of anger. It was one based on the knowledge that his uncle had set his heart on leaving the memory of his beloved aunt in the past. Maybe there was too much of Kira and Amore in the young Talith, but for him, there was nothing wrong with wanting to grieve. With wanting to be with family after the tragedy of Kuat. With wanting to come home and honor her memory. What else could they do?

Why forget her? Why simply leave her be as if her death was a natural process and now they had to move on?

For Micah, it wasn't as simple as that. The family was everything.

Memories drove the Talith as he neared, every step making him feel more like the bloody and bruised teenager that Cameron would train endlessly and unforgivingly until his aunt would come around with refreshments during their break. He knew full well that his uncle was a man that stood apart in the Force much like his father, and that he likely would take years before he could match them, if ever. Yet that didn't stop him from wanting to knock some sense into his uncle and see what he was trying to say.

To come home. To be with the family, the only family, Cameron has known since his aunt Amore brought him to Borleias when the Talith children had first met him.

Micah knew that striking first likely would be a mistake. His mind drew back to the many training sessions. If he was going to attack he had to follow through.

I am so going to regret this, the thought flowed through his mind, the sudden crack of breaking necks of the SIS agents and Alliance soldiers that had attempted to leave sealing the decision. He had to.

And maybe if he won this then he could bring his uncle back home.

The strike came in the form of a telekinetic grab of nearby debris of the blast door that the alliance personnel had blown up earlier to make a passage. The heavy, warped turadium slab came flying right at his uncle, intending to slam at him so that Micah could cross that distance and follow up by swinging his sword to attempt a swipe at his uncle's lower legs.

He had no intention to kill. Just disable. Granted, any sane person might say to go full out and try to do that.

But all Micah wanted to do was incapacitate him enough to try and bring him back home.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant​

Objective: Continue the Mission​

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

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

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Equipment: In signature​

Directly Engaging: Brennan, but gonna be leaving that to others​

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Well... once again that worked better than expected, although she was a tad disappointed that he had not been sent careening to the molten metal vats below. The fact the Ren was still trying to get up and fight spoke to her of both a stubbornness and blind fanaticism. How utterly... boring. Why throw one's life away for some Supreme Leader who wouldn't remember your supposed sacrifice beyond anger at your failure. Although, an amused smirk rose on her lips as the male called forth on some talisman to summon a sword.

"Cute," she muttered, more to herself than the other two with her. She could smell the spells wrapped into that blade, as only an alchemist could. A temporary conjuring... clever, and it meant he didn't need to carry a weapon on him and could summon it to help in a pinch. It likely had other unpleasant effects as well, but what those were was a mystery to her. There were a great many things a skilled alchemist could do, something she doubted the male Ren actually was. Not many Sith liked to part with the secrets of alchemy.

Kaida unleashed a powerful telekinetic attack of her own before launching herself at the Ren to engaged him, wanting him to herself. Taeli was happy to give him to her to play with, they had other business to attend to. Gabriel was likely still at the control center, and there was another Ren there and a few Stormies.

"Help Kaida if you want, I'm going to help Master Sionoma," Taeli said to the Padawan before moving along the catwalk and behind Kaida towards the unguarded path to the control center. The entire time, she kept an eye on the Ren, just in case he attempted to attack her even with Kaida baring down on him.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: On station​

Allies: FO [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] ​

Enemies: GA [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Atham'aali'kema"]​

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"Here... Let me see to the engineer," Karisa said to Colonel Eldrel so as to free her up to grab weapons and what not from the footlocker the stragglers might need, then the Chiss doctor knelt down beside the human male to take a look at the electrical burns that covered seventy percent of his hands.

In a more perfect world, Dr. K would take him immediately to surgery to clean and debride the burnt flesh in hopes of salvaging the charred black digits on each of his hands and reducing the probably of infection, but this was battlefield medicine at the moment and the doctor did only what she could in the time they had before the group moved on.

Opening her medkit, Brask'ari'sabosen took out a hypospray and first gave the man some pain med for the 1st and 2nd degree burns on the palms of his hands that were hurting as the nerves were still intact; enough to take the edge off, but not knock him out as the engineer needed to keep his wits about him. The nerves in his fingers though were most likely already dead from the 3rd degree burns. After that was done, she spread a bacta salve on the burnt flesh, then wrapped his entire hands in a layered protective gauze so they would look like he was wearing a pair of boxing gloves.

"When we are out of this dire situation, I will see to your burns more appropriately. For now this will have to do," the blue-skinned near human nodded to the engineer. He seemed rather mesmerized by her glowing red eyes... most non-Chiss were. She picked up her medkit, then moved over to the next injured civilian and the next, who were walking wounded.

As Karisa did this, she listened to the conversation between Admiral Yvarro and the Colonel. Things were coming to a head it seemed. Since the Chiss already had a side arm, she chose a few flash bangs to carry. The doctor also spotted a bag of breathing masks and slung it over her shoulder along with the medkit. If life support went down, they'd still need to breathe.

"Yes I am ready, Admiral," she replied curtly, then helped the injured out into the stairwell once again to ascend upward; a bead of perspiration running down from her jet black hairline as the temperature was seemingly a bit warmer than before. They would either need to get to a transport if any still were on station and functional soon or an escape pod, which all space stations had in case of an emergency.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Icy Cave System | Hoth​

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

Allies:​

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

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Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Aela Talith"]
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[ THEME ]​

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Castor's booted feet trudged through the darkness, sight only illuminated by the translucent glow of the sun through the ice - thankfully for the Ren, his helmet filtered out the darkest of spots, creating a nominal environment. Had he more time, or been less focused on apprehending the Jedi who so rapidly fled before them he may have noticed claw markings dragging down its length, or the tufts of fur caught on the top. As they progressed, he was confronted with a choice - a split in the tunnel branched off several directions. Which one had Jamie taken?

Using his mind, he activated the helmet's infrared filter. The rather monochrome image came to life, heat and lack thereof becoming visible to Castor - revealing the path the girl had taken. Grunting, he moved forward - his purpose renewed with a fury as he sought the girl out. It was only her shriek from deeper within the caverns which halted his step. Hesitating, he listened as the shrill cry echoed and bounced within the confines of the tunnel system. With a frustrated sneer lingering across his features, Castor shifted his foot, a dull crunch sounding. Looking down to his feet, he realized something - something he wish he'd paid attention to sooner. It hadn't been the snow that was crunching underfoot, they were bones. Bones of the dead, various creatures and tufts of fur remained scattered there.

Jamie must have found the culprit, the owner of.. these.

Redoubling his efforts, he strode forward. The cold scrape of Krigsgaldr being drawn from its sheath barely registered as he heard an enormous roar echo through the caverns. Snarling himself, Castor pushed onward into the opening before him - a quick glance allowed his helmet to identify the source of the feral roar. A Wampa, larger than he'd ever seen stood at its full height within the chamber, its fists beating upon its breast. Below, prostrate, Jamie Pyne - things were about to get interesting.

Gear:

Spoiler

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

 

[Ereza]

Far, far away within the gleam of a distant sun, Imka Larue slept restlessly. The E.F. Simpra silently crept out from the shadow of an unknown planet, golden light briefly flashing off the ship hull. Visions of a great battle stretching out for days plagued her dreams. Firefights and death of a people and place she held no connection to and it'd left her confused and ill.

Tonight her dreams cast her to a poignant exchange - two men standing on opposite sides of the battle, in more ways than just one.

"Why didn't you come home?"

"You have forgotten your training, Micah. Death is a part of life. Use it to move forward, dwelling on it does no good to anyone."

[ Death may be part of life but so is grief.]

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Grief. Imka did not recognize the face of the youth but she knew the choking sensation of grief. A part of her understood the conversation on a deeper level than she thought she should. Somehow she knew the story surviving between the two men without ever having met them; knew the connection they shared; knew the reason behind the edge of their words. Even in her sleep she could feel the welling pain of loss and distance. She was overcome by it, and like a veil it fell over her subconcious heavy and unforgiving.

I am here.

But another subconcious overcame and pierced through the fog of doubt and regret.


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A faint light curled along the power surging across the figure of [member="Cameron Centurion"], rolling across the distance between he and [member="Micah Talith"] in a thickening mist. Drawn by the rising tides of power and drinking on the founts of aphotic energies, a figure slowly formed, ephemeral, struggling slowly against unseen binds. In the moments between decisions and the seconds of drawn breath, a ghostly face appeared in the likeness of the late Amorella Esmae Shamalain.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: Save more than Wampa... Target FO shuttle
Allies: GA Officially [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Nawago"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] (Others with GA characters)
Enemies: [member="Raziel"]
Theme X <--- Ok, maybe a little more fun, then we get serious...

Feth, he had company, not only would be need to some how sneak into a highly guarded possible enemy outpost full of gun toting, galaxy ruling, white metal wearing space fascist. He now had what looked to be a sizable infiltration force in his way as well. He could feel that her time was running out. That he needed to be quick and diverting or delaying to let them pass may cost her dearly. Time to be a hero he decided. Putting [member="Ara Ren"] 's saber back into his now scorched but still functional shoulder bag he decided then and there he only had one alternative... A full frontal assault...

As the troopers broke cover Bryce made his move being sure to conceal his force presence as much as possible...

"BOYSSSS! WAIT, you can't leave me out here!" Bryce screamed in his most fabulous voice.

Any who looked back to see where the voice came from would see a man, dressed in a black body glove. Hair and face covered in glitter and blood. He hair once perfectly combed would now be tossed but still bear the marks of the glamour it once held. Along with what would look like a man bag he would be wearing a torn Pink and white sash that had "MR HEARTBEAT" written across the front.

"Please stop, take we with you! I can't say here any longer. Our ship it crashed, then snow, a whole wave of snow. It nearly drown me. Me, Mr Heartbeat, can you believe that?.. Then that, I mean the ground just exploded... The bodies, the horror!"

Bryce by this time had failed his way down to the first order troopers and flopped into the arms of the nearest soldier.

"I can't, I can't go on. Carry me, take me from this snow glittering nightmare!"

Playing his part to the tee, Bryce hoped those he now engaged would fall his act and if not take him into the base, at least escort him to the cover of the air field. All would now depend on how the trooper's commander responded. Would he buy in or see through Bryce's disguise.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

FIS Kuragin
[member="Micah Talith"] | Casper ([member="Imka Larue"])

Cameron's silver-green gaze remained focused on Micah. He didn't care what the boy's motivations were. He didn't care how the death of his aunt had effected him. In fact, in that very moment, the only thought Cameron truly had was that the boy was going to get himself killed. For what purpose? Not the glory of battle. Not as an unfortunate result of attempting to engage in an action for the betterment of himself. He was trying to what? Redeem Cameron? The Sith Lord did not need to be redeemed. He did not need to be saved or consoled.

I need children to know their place and do as they are told.

The Force continued to whisper to the Sith Lord, energy steadily being siphoned off the soldiers to this point. Even in death, there was a lingering ability to absorb the last vestiges of energy as life forces attempted to make the transition, merging with the living Force. The movement of debris around him did not cause Cameron to remove his gaze from his foe. A free hand raised casually. If Micah truly wanted to do battle by testing each other's grasp over the subtleties of the Force, Cameron would happily oblige the boy with death.

Before he could go any further, however, a familiar presence touched Cameron's mind. It's happening again... Now, silver-green eyes darted around the area as if Amorella was going to magically appear. Gritting his teeth, Cameron prepared to push the sensation aside as he'd done multiple times in relatively recent history.

Still...something was different this time. The Force began to move in a way that he'd not felt since Amorella's death. He could practically hear her melodic voice, feel her smooth skin, smell the fragrant nectar of her hair. For a moment, Cameron closed his eyes, strangle hold of the Force remaining on the debris Micah had intended to collide with the Sith Lord's body.

I am here.

When Cameron opened his eyes, she was there. In that moment, the full strength of his emotions began to bubble towards the surface. Pain, regret, shame, longing, love - all of it coalesced into a veritable bomb of explosive energy that was threatening to tear Cameron apart. The Sith Lord's breathing became labored as the rise and fall of his exposed chest increased steadily in speed.

Cameron was officially a ticking time bomb.

Dropping his weapon, Cameron reached out with a tentative, shaking hand...as if he could force the intangible to become tangible for just a moment.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City - Landing area Mining Quarters
Allies: [member="Chloe Blake"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Enemies | First Order - DT-317http://starwarsrp.net/user/15144-dt-317/http://starwarsrp.net/user/15144-dt-317/ Ignatius Rausgeber





Mr.Zej was busy typing out messages on his comm shortly after the introductions, gathering updates from Cammy about the status of the crew. Nothing incredibly out of the ordinary, apparently there were still mass evacuations going on, trying to skirt the battles going on in the city. Vessels were already underway, slowly moving out with a column of civilians. Zej was worried about the First Order taking over private citizens property in the name of victory, or thugs focused on a crime wave. No doubt an uptick in pirate activity would be occurring after the battle.


Makai was busy watching the skies as everyone caught up. Apparently Blake and Talith already knew one another via some relative or something. Honestly the half-Galan hadn't followed much of the exchange beyond they knew one another. Seemed a bit confusing.


"So where are we headed? Is Miss Kaarde breaking us into something?"

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: Hilikan Incineration Plant.​

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

Engaging: [member="Shamira Karuto"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Abel"]

Objective: Secure the Hilikan Incineration Facility.​

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With his body burning at every move he made, the sudden attack launched at him in a volley of telekinetic energy didn't give him the time for pause or the relief of a moments freedom from the pain that coursed through him as the materials burned to his torso were torn once more, his arms drawing in to cross against his chest in the shape of an X, his blades pointing away from himself while his aura flared and the force around him was unleashed in an uncontrolled wave of energy in response, using the same method of her attack in his own defensive retaliation trying to equal out the momentum, yet failing without the necessary control and while slowing [member="Kaida Taldir"]'s attack down significantly, could not stop the volley from taking his feet out from underneath him, his body being thrown in a half flip forwards to land on his shoulder and head, his lightsaber disengaging and rolling away from his left hand while the Dirk (short sword) remained and was fortunately not turned against him in his landing.

Against the loss of his breath, he managed to roll himself off sideways to the right moments before his assailant landed, using the slow momentum to again climb to his feet, his left hand now without a hilt in its grasp snapping out in the weapons direction, calling it back to him, the blade hissing in it's ignition muffling the slap against his open palm whilst Brennan waited no longer to meet the Witch mid-ground. She was well armored, though he didn't know the make nor attributes of her gear, he would no doubt have trouble against it's resistance to lightsabers, his hope however would be in seeking a gap in it's wear, hard to find as she moved so much easier than he was now. The shield too, that was a problem without needing to know the materials, such a thing was made to confront the attacks of the enemy and it was only reasonable to assume just how bold it will have been in its design, how much of an issue it was going to prove for him. Pushing the odds to the back of his mind, his pace picked up within the short distance, his momentum propelled through the force augmentation of his body once more employing Force Speed as he had done already against [member="Taeli Raaf"] some short time ago; his lightsaber rotating against his palm, a short flick of the wrist to reverse his hold on the weapon so that the Amber blade would follow in his footsteps, the Sith Dirk he carried with the blade pointed in the direction of the Witch.

The Dirk came first, slashing out in a horizontal sweep aimed for the witches chest, needless to say that even without her intent to defend herself the armor would deter its edge from the delivery of the poisons it had been birthed in; his lightsaber however soon followed, sweeping around with added strength, his shoulders turning with his body as he cast the beam of energy about in a swift follow up, this horizontal arc aimed higher for her throat. With his chances so slim, at this point all he could focus on was testing the enemy for weaknesses and learning how they fought through trial and error. She was not alone, however and time nor stamina was on his side, he would not be able to fend them all off without resorting to methods most unorthodox. Not finished in his attempt to harm the woman, still amplifying his mobility, he through himself higher whilst his heels were mid spin against the ground, throwing himself into a somersault with the aid of Force Jump to travel over top of his assailant, casting one last fleeting strike with his lightsaber lashing out for her head as he flew over her and positioned himself between Kaida Taldir, [member="Shamira Karuto"] and Taeli Raaf, before the Jedi Master could take her leave.

It was like he were drowning in shallow water only to seek to swim into the deeper end of the river, [member="Mishel Ren"] and [member="Val Kordova"] were relying on these precious seconds, time of which he still planned to give them and where his fight had started with Taeli Raaf, so too would it end if he had his way; one way or another he would do all that was within his power to give their people better opportunity to protect their territory. This was First Order soil, he would not be denied the honor of service, the duty that was his to give.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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A L L I E S​

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

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E N E M I E S​

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

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E N G A G I N G​

[member="Xel"] ?​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Eliminate Hostiles | Aid the First Order Ground Forces​

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Ishana looked to her left and to her right, "hold steady and keep them in front." She ordered whilst her own TIE/R screamed through the flak-ridden sky, blackened and charred by the smoke. The Ithaquas had to get creative, they weren't built to do more than to disable something but with their warheads and plasma cannons the snowbirds were quick to isolate their targets. Working in delta formations of three made it easier to outnumber their opponents. Her job here was simple; peel enemy fighters away from the main fighting and get them to come after juicer targets.

:: Overwatch Actual to Strike Four, new birds inbound ::​

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:: Copy Overwatch Actual, I'll take anything I can get ::​

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Reinforcements. It seemed the stations were finally able to get their squadrons out, better late than never she supposed. One of the B-Wings got off a good shot on the TIE/R. Reminding the pilot to stay focus and on task, she gave a quick glance to the picture of the redhead on her dash. No point ending up six feet under, it'd only break Kaalia's heart. The Balmorran pulled her Raptor around and maneuver close enough to fire off a barrage of cannon fire. She could sense another B-Wing behind her just as her radar blared about it, locked. Feth, she thought and cut her speed and flipped around to face the B-Wing head on. "C'mon y'colicoid poodoo stain, c'mon." She beat her fighter closer looking for a head to head as the radar blared within her cockpit. Alarms still warned about the lock-on, and all the pilot could do was to see if the B-Wing fighter would blink before she did.

It was a close call both pilots blinked at the same time, one banked right and Ishana - banked down and to the left cutting her speed she watched the missile sail past them both. It headed off into the distance not near anything in particular before it detonated mid-air. The brunette had trouble spotting her wingmate on radar and wondered just where he and his tauntauns had gone off to.

:: Strike Four to Striker Three, you still with me Smokes? ::​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="Achim Veers"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | @Ty'r Dellos | @Ashin Varrade
Enemies: [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Silara Varis"] |
Objective: End the Battle.
Theme Song: The Ecstasy of Gold (Nike Remix), Ennio Morricone

The FIV Malice stood firm in the under Cathul Thuku's desperate bombardment. The feeble attempts to dislodge the command ship were too little, too late. At this point, the countermeasures, such as the buzz droids were too little too late for the Excubitor. The Malice's crew had learned lessons from Skor, about the treachery of buzz droids from Arisa Yune. Within seconds of deployment on the Malice, the deck plating was polarised in those sectors, ensuring at the very least the droids were slowed.

Now directly beside each other, and able to broadside one another, the Malice's multiple turbolasers came into play. Carlyle watched on his tactical display as the ships were beam and beam, beside one another, with the Excubitor, slightly below, exposed to more than half of the mighty ships batteries. "Concentrate fire on their batteries." Carlyle commanded, "Render this senile dog, toothless." The order was simple, and the gunnery crews of the Malice, aided already by battle meditiation showed their true capability and efficiency.

Hundreds of fast tracking mounted batteries aimed at the offensive weaponry of Therapy Command's flagship. While the Alliance had foolishly followed the doctrines of the Galactic Empire, in terms of concentrating firepower in large, easy to hit weaponry, the First Order opted to spread out its weaponry, in less powerful, but formidable kyber imbued guns.

"Admiral," Signals began, "Sir, fresh enemy contact from behind us sir, it appears to be a stealth vessel." The ensign stammered.

Carlyle's brow furrowed in thought, "Such treachery." He began, "But all too little, too late." He added, "Continue on present course. They will not destroy us."

The point defence laser system, along with the pursuit class-missile defence system worked overtime to ensure that the missiles that did hit the Malice, were few and far between. Although the engines suffered, the ventral pursuit launchers, and aft point defence lasers ensured the engines remained largely in tact, and undamaged. The same came with the ineffectual attacks of Phoenix Fleet, the two Corellian corvettes and the scythe-class cruiser were the equivalent to small children throwing snowballs. It looked nice when they hit, but there was little effect. The efficient shielding of the battlecruiser absorbed all fire but the warheads, which were almost negated thanks to the alert point defence system. The trio of ships acted as little more than an aft based annoyance.

The attempts to destroy the picket corvettes harassing the Defiance were fruitless. The corvettes used their quick manuverability to use the Defiance as cover, trading off the near certain death of taking on Cathul Thuku for the damage offered by the limited weapons of the Defiance. Banning relentlessly pursued the commander, now taking on the ships batteries in the wake of massive destruction caused by them. They sensed blood, and moved in for the kill.

As the battle raged, Carlyle took a step back. The distant thud of missiles blasting the hull something akin to a drum. "Comms, I want to open a line up." Carlyle commanded, looking out of his viewport at the other vessels engaging the First Order.

"To whom sir?" The lieutenant asked.

"Open line, I'm going to talk to the enemy." Carlyle replied, turning to face the officer, "Prepare to project me to all fleets engaged here." He added, stepping forward to where he would be projected, by hologram.

"You are live in three sir," Signals replied, before pausing, "Signal is up."

Carlyle's slim figure, with cape flowing proceeded to be received by all ships in the sector. He cut a stern figure, glowing a deep blow, "Attention, all Alliance vessels. I am Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber." The Admiral began, his tone courteous, and diplomatic, "The battle is lost, all that is left for us is the destruction of your fleet." He stated, in a neutral, matter of fact tone.

"Surrender now unconditionally, with your dignity and your lives, where you will be spared." He announced, much to the surprise of his crew, however, as the most senior naval officer within the theatre, he was authorised to make such judgements, "Refuse this opportunity, and we will send you to the void," His tone grew sinister, and a scowl crept upon his lips, "With extreme prejudice." There was distinct pause, and a beat passed "You will have five minutes to consider our offer. I suggest you choose wisely."

Spoiler

Battlegroup Imperator Make Up:

FIV Malice (Flagship) | Modified Resurgent-class Star Destroyer | Shields 62% | Hull 86% | Firing At: ANS Excubitor
FIV Warrior | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 81% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Condemnation | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 87% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Rising Dawn | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 2% | Hull 100% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Colossus | Bolt-ii Class Picket Corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 72% | Firing At: ANS Defiance
FIV Law | Empire-class Heavy Frigate | Shields 15% | Hull 100% | Firing at: ANS Mustafar
FIV Master | Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvettehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104812-mukhtiar-class-anti-starfighter-corvette/#entry1510794 | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A
FIV Defender| Mukhtiar-anti fighter corvette | Shields 0% | Hull 0% | Firing At: N/A

 

[Vexen]

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin

Location: Engineering, hyperdrive
With [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member=Ipsy] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member=Deacon]
Contacting:[member="Lucien Studley"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] @brasser… @Brakir…. @Brasikamamasobsen...no… [member=Brask'ari'sabosen]

If Vexen had been a human she would have visibly blanched at the realisation of what Spark was planning with the other technopaths. As Spark fell silent her ears twitched back and forth. There were footfalls nearby. Not hurried, but slow and purposeful. Vexen could not discern if they were approaching or not. Perhaps it was simply more First Order personnel heading away from the station.

Vexen flicked on her comm-unit. “This is Vexen to Alliance fleet from the Kuragin. Emergency request, level 3.”

“Leitenant Chassledin here, report?”

“Station has shutdown most systems. We’re going to try and initiate a manual micro jump to leave the system. We’re going to need you to turn off…” oh what was the word? “Interdic…”

“Interdiction?”

“Yes. We might need to patch into a navcomp too. Locke is trying to connect us to the navigation system here, but need a backup.” Vexen was moderately pleased with herself for getting the message across relatively succinctly.

“I’m passing the message on to command. Please stand by.”

Her joy was short-lived. The station groaned around them. Micah’s anguish was all too clear across their mental bond.

“Is this thing going to hold?” she asked Spark. "Allyson is there any kind of Nav stuff left to hook into?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

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

Ship complement.

Spoiler

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

As Aedan Miles continued to let the Battle Meditation flow through himself and the force the effects continuing on at their maximum efficiency with the length it had been used his fighters continued to dip and dive amongst the others when a group of them seemed to attempt and disengage the Venom-class move to cut them off from leaving or chasing them if they continue to flee showing no mercy as they pour fire into their rear as they move. While doing so a warning was sent to the Devastator's that were engaging the enemies bombers before they could begin their true bombing run halting their attempt at engaging the capital ship that would have been open to their attack. Back aboard the Kaga the sensors officer shouted a warning about a new contact incoming from their side at high speeds. Instantly another member of the bridge hit a series of switches already having been moving to do so once their shields reached 5% left activating the last two unused shield generator domes suddenly boosting the level of the shields to 55% which took another hit as the rounds contacted against the shielding a sudden cloud of freezing material forming where the shields had been hit as the ship went to full power to the main thrusters and started to move turning to engage the new ship entering a slightly angled approach to them their weapons firing up as they started to fire upon it once it entered targeting range. Meanwhile among the pilots leading the bombing run they continiued after their target at their highest speed before suddenly diverting to begin a bombing run against the ANS Resolute as it approached the rear of the Malice the Remnant-class and T-90 class going in first to fire their weapons into the enemies shields before the K-wings dropped their Ion bombs atop the enemy cruiser's hopefully exposed hull attempting to disable the ship with that movement.

Summary

Spoiler

Venom-class fighters moved to stall or halt the enemy fighters moving to engage the Devastator-class.
Devastator-class engaged enemy bombers as they moved to begin bombing run's.
T-90 Arrow-class, Remnant-class and K-wings change target to ANS Resolute after the Execubitor executes a micro jump.
DRS Kaga turns 85* to engage the ship approaching from the side while activating the remaining shield generators boosting shield power fires all weapons as soon as it is able.
DRS Kaga Shields: 38% Hull: 80%

 

[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=18px][FONT=georgia]Dynt"][/SIZE] | [member="Ipsy"] ​

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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"] | [member="Vexen"] ​

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They rounded up to the third level of engineering, Fiolette heard someone talking from beyond the stairwell. She looked down at her tablet and remote into the station's controls one last time. Self-Destruct Sequence activated. Quietly she emerged and spotted @Vexen. The Admiral managed to catch word of a microjump, "not unless you'd like to live." She put a hand on her pistol. "I've an idea of who you're with and I'm going to give you this one chance to leave." She addressed the creature simply. A cadre of engineers along with Dr. Kay and Colonel Eldrel rounded out the personnel behind her. "We're evacuating this station I suggest you do the same." If anyone was doing anything to the station it was Fiolette and it would be blowing it to smithereens. Fortunately, she'd rather like to keep the crime scene intact for later investigations. "And the answer to your question is no, this station cannot hold for a microjump. Otherwise I'd have already microjumped this station into that bloody thing you call a flagship."

"You've done enough here." She said and then looked over to Colonel Eldrel who withdrew the sidearm. Fiolette handed her tablet to the Colonel, and adjusted her tunic. The tablet buzzed with information, no doubt from either the Mandalorians or someone else within the theater. In the back of her mind, she was glad for first order doctrine. Every vessel, every station was loaded with scuttling charges. Then that would be the end of that. Instead, she'd trust [member="Magnus Ren"] to make the fateful call if need be. The darkened engineering level bore the signs of evacuation and battle, boots of stormtroopers echoed. Fiolette placed her other hand over her communication badge, her eyes remained on Vexen.

Colonel Eldrel looked down at the tablet and noted a timer. She didn't make another move afterward, but she knew what that timer meant.

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:: Captain Walzer, Mandalorians get distance from the Kuragin, if the Alliance microjumps her I'd rather the Warspite not be in the way of her debris. ::​

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:: Captain Brenner, get distance take the squadrons out of Kuragin's range, the Alliance has a mind to microjump her - and I don't think she'll survive the trip ::​

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On the Warspite, Captain Walzer gave the order. "Move us up and away from the station, we'll have to hold on the HVCs. Engage Molecular shields." Came the secondary order, and the battlecruiser moved away from her visual shield heading up and over the Kuragin gaining distance from her. "Angle guns down on the command tower." Was the third order, he noted his weapons hardly scratched the Sionoma-class ship. Using her thrusters she carefully tilted herself facing down as the Kuragin now sat a bit below her as she continued to slowly gain some distance. Particle lance arrays would focus solely on the shield generator and would be the first to fire, HARM missiles would focus on the command tower itself at best that it could, lastly her long range ion cannons would aim for other exposed areas on the vessel. Bolt IIs had emerged by the Sionoma-class vessel and now worked to fire off their full payload onto the ventral hangar.

Meanwhile on the Kuragin, Fiolette had two options. One, hope that this creature bought her bluff about the station's integrity and she could undo the self-destruct sequence. Two, the creature didn't buy the bluff - microjumped anyway, and that would certainly be the end of them all. Or a magical third option, they got a vessel down on the station interdict and pull her back but the last two stations would still mean that the timer would continue and there wouldn't be anything left for either Galactic Alliance nor First Order to have.


F L E E T I N G

Spoiler

FIV Warspite: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel / Long Range Only | Sitting above the Kuragin, aiming guns down toward the command tower.
FIV Sound: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons
FIV Spark: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel/ All Weapons
FIV Surge: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons
FIV Sonic: Engaging Sionoma-class Vessel / All Weapons

T I M E R
10:00 minutes to self-destruct

 

[Spark Finn]

Objective: microjump the station #pirate
Allies: [member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Ipsy"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Deacon"] [member="Keric Dynt"]
Enemies: FO Only tagging those who are directly engaging or have tagged me for engaging [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] @braskarisabosen
Location: Anoat Space Station - hyperdrive, engineering

The bespectacled blonde was pleased to feel Allyson's connection through the force. #grunt She pushed forward several powerful thoughts to her fellow mechu-deru expert. Unlike Vexen, she completely missed any sounds of FO members retreating. She was concentrating too deep. Too deep in the machines. #nerdingout

::Navigation. Prepare for jump to Javin.::

Chin tipped in a quiet, mouse-like nod of thanks to the defel as she spoke to the Alliance members. They would be ready. Thin-fingers pressed against the lump of the necklace just beneath the thin suit Munin gave her awhile ago. If she was ever in trouble, she was supposed to press it.

'Is this thing going to hold?'

Pale-blue eyes stared quietly back at Vexen and Ipsy. Her mind dug deeper into the hyperdrive with mechu-deru, knowing instinctively how to operate it for the massive station. She'd actually done this once before, stolen a station with [member="Khaleel Malvern"]. That time, it had only been the two of them. This time, she had more help.

"I don't know," she finally answered. It was the truth. She hoped it would. And if it didn't? Well....

"Hang on," grav boots were activated and were as good as any hanging on. As soon as she got the okay from Alliance, as soon as she felt the okay from Allyson, she'd microjump the station with the force, pressing her limits as a master and using the strength of those like Keric, Vexen, and Ipsy. Fingers pressed against that lump beneath her thinsuit. They'd hopefully end up in Alliance space but who knew in what condition?

One last thought went to her fellow force-users.

::Once we jump, I'll need your help to keep the station together if we can. Starting the hyperdrive process to make the jump.::

And that's when another blonde entered the scene. The thing was? The jump process was already starting. Spark took a subtle step back, using the massive machinery to conceal most of her lithe form, keeping Vexen between herself and #FOblondelady. The defel would call the woman's bluff.

 

[Aver Brand]

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Remains of Outpost Veers – Lip of the crater
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="Kira Solvani"] | [member="Arcana Altana"] | Outpost Veers
Directly Engaging: [member="Bamuf"]
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

The Talz descended upon the battle in large numbers, many of them riding Tauntauns or Narglatch to swiftly strike against Alliance forces. The Alliance may think that their technology will win them the day, but Bamuf expected the Empire thought something similar at Endor all those years ago.

The Charge of the Talz Brigade was based on a number of false assumptions. And assumptions, as every good warrior knows, are what gets you killed on the battlefield.

Firstly, there were no ‘real’ Alliance fighters down there. Not one. Every single bastard fighting the Ren at the ruins of Veers was a mercenary. They were bought and paid for, and in practice, they followed no rules but their own.

Secondly, large numbers of talz, tauntaun, and narglatch would not escape sensor or Force notice. Especially not when they were throwing boulders with some kind of primitive siege weapon.
Not sure how wise it was, catapulting big rocks into a melee with your own people. Or catapulting those same rocks when the target region was devoid of all integrity thanks to a massive explosion.

Then again – talz weren’t exactly on the genius end of the sentient scale.

Aver’s HUD lit up with targets, determining range and speed as their cavalry gained on the infantry.

Kerrigan and the marine with a nice ass were bearing down on the remaining two Ren, who were likely enjoying her little EMP gift right about now. The purveyor of fine weaponry – also known as Rusty – had just finished mowing down the sparse snowtrooper reinforcements sent by Desmaris.

It was upon the unengaged Equalizer to see to this new threat. (Maybe the Talz would even do her the favor of trampling the bleeding Renlings to death?)

She had not utilized the Force even once since they had made their thunderous landing upon the planet. Her reserves were full and well – her perception augmented by the Exodus and subdermal enhancements.

The twin avalanches had been their hammer.

Now it was time for the scalpel.

Aver would wrap her control around the upset sheets of ice under the snow. She would take a knee, cloaked to look just like her background. She would breathe, calculate, and shove a wall of frozen spikes up and out at the charging enemy – just as the first line was about to reach the trap. Tauntaun and narglatch were fast creatures, but the mercenary had reflexes that far outpaced theirs. Undistracted and focused, Aver had the luxury of perfecting her timing.

The cavalry would shortly turn into so much raw kebab. Whatever came behind them would face the unfortunate challenge presented by a massive pile of fast-cooling corpses.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k84QxVJd0tI​

And the blood will dry, underneath my nails. And the wind will rise up to fill my sails.​

So you can doubt, and you can hate, but I know,​

No matter what it takes, I'm comin' home.​

The beast before her was known to her, not in person, but they were spoken of in campfire tales and portrayed in over a dozen horror holos like The Abominable Snow-Wampa, Godwampa, and Wampa After Dark. And while those were simply works of fiction with generated monsters, what stood before her now was the real thing, alive, and much larger than she expected. The teeth, sullied with grime and traces of its' last meal, bared towards her through its' massive open jaws. Beady black eyes were tucked away behind matted white fur, drenched in small balls of ice that slowly melted away. It's paws were home to terrible and sharp claws that could easily tear flesh from bone.

It stood several feet taller than she, its' head tilted downwards at its' fullest height as it was simply too tall for the cave itself. The worst fears she had, those remembering the Terentateks in the tomb and on Belsavis, they resurfaced now, on Hoth, in front of her. The problem now? She had far fewer options. Either turn back to where Castor now stood, just mere feet behind her, or try and wiggle her way past the very thing she feared more than death itself.

Briefly the blonde turned back, only to see one of her pursuers missing, the other, the Knight, with his sword drawn. The very same sword used to brutally assault her on Mustafar. She sneered towards him, turning her focus quickly back to the more pressing matter at hand. Knowing she had very little time, and with the creature already terribly agitated, she sought to soothe its' rage, if only for a few moments.

Jamie wouldn't hurt it if she could help it, it was against her nature, even things that frightened her to the point of death. But Castor was a problem that would persist, even if she slipped past the Wampa. Her eyes closed, she focused all of the energy she could muster through the Force to quell its' determination to see her devoured. Gently the Jedi Knight maneuvered her way into the animal's consciousness, attempting to sedate the creature's rage. Like all beasts, it was a unique challenge, one that was unfamiliar to her, and in the heat of things, was not something she could maintain.

The woman pushed herself from her rear to her feet, eying Castor as he contemplated whether or not to attack her, the Wampa, or perhaps both. Perhaps he wanted to see what she would do? Run back towards him for protection and surrender? That was certainly an option, one she would have considered, had she not feared that her fate would be the same as standing still and allowing the furry white monster in front of her to devour her. Shaking her head towards the Ren she gently slid alongside the wall just beside the creature as it carefully watched both she and Castor, before breaking off into a sprint once more through the darkness, relinquishing her hold on the creature's mind, and Castor to find his own way.

The cold was beginning to settle in, her concentration and energy to sustain her body temperature waning.

Up ahead, she could sense Aela at last...

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Jorg"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Irajah Ven"] ;-;
Objective: Capture the doctor

The clone was truthfully surprised when the so called doctor pushed him with invisible hands. He was pushed far away enough to collide with Elliot, and if the SIS agent wasn't there, then he would lose his balance and fall on the floor. The moment that the supposed doctor used the Force on him Canal's mind could only assume one thing. That she was a member of the First Order cult known as the Knights of Ren, thus making her more valued originally and potentially dangerous.

Nausea stirred in his stomach and the ARC captain threw up on the floor, his mouth dry and feeling the disgusting taste of it. That would slow him down, but not stop him.

"Get her!" The soldier shouted which wasn't personal towards his comrades, but with him being stressed out from everything today there was a good reason why he barked.

With Elliot and Jorg most likely going after Irajah, Canal would take his DC-17 pistol and set it to stun. He wouldn't join his companions in chase for the doctor immediately. There were still the group of ladies to think about and they were all going numb for a while.

"No, wait, please! You've got all yo-" the Trish girl was saying as she was the first one stunned by Canal. The rest would follow suit before the soldier went off to pursue the hostile doctor.