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

[Micah Talith]

Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/kEGuHdKn0Lc

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin
Aboard the Aeon Flux


"They are redirecting traffic," Aviea, the Togruta SIS security, and comm agent informed the group. A tap of his fingers against his forearm and Micah gave a nod.

"Follow all directives, we don't want them to think there is anything amiss." redirecting traffic and evacuating civilians was a massive undertaking. It couldn't just be done in a few minutes. Not with how much of heavy traffic the station saw on a daily basis. The Alliance may not know exact numbers, but estimates suggest that the population could reach in high thousands for a military presence, perhaps even in the 7,000 mark. Compared to the civilian population that could very well perhaps nearly double that depending on the time of shift. As they had come to hit during the mid-day, the Alliance may not know the exact percentage, but these stations saw typically 19% military presence and 21% civilian.

This was going to take them a while. Time that they would use to get as close to the station as possible.

"Should we prep to make our move?"

A pause, then Micah brought his fingers up to rub his chin, feeling the bristle of scruff there. "Let's make headway, everyone get to your places."

Turning to [member="Vexen"] and [member="Ipsy"], he gave an encouraging nod. "This means we'll need to wear proper gear. Everything is in the shuttles. Head there. Secure the cargo hold and do everything as planned. " taking a few steps back, he made a small gesture, that scoundrel's smirk lingering upon his lips.

"I'll go gather the pretty Princess," he was speaking deliberately of [member="Allyson Locke"] and [member="Spark Finn"]. Locke was the inside SIS agent, she'd have landed at the station by now.

"Got it."

Through comm's, [ Acknowledged Kay Eye Ess Kuragin, this is the Aeon Flux, adhering to directed protocols with the rest of traffic. Moving into position. ]

It was a relatively simple phrase, one that the rest of the civilian ships would relay. But the 'moving into position' was the keyword for the rest of the Alliance agents in the dozens of civilian ships meant to move into position.

He caught sight of [member="Spark Finn"] and her datapad rather quickly, "Okay pretty princess, time to get a move on." he told her, sauntering with the typical swagger known of the Talith.

Their pilot would guide the ship to travel the slow, sluggish directed traffic. However, they were still closing in proximity. "Times a ticking. We need to move fast."

 

[Chloe Blake]

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B E S P I N
Aboard The Aurora Hawk

With the ongoing attack by the Galactic Alliance forces on Bespin, naturally, the First Order was hiking up its security and began its planned procedures on how to react to it. There was predictability in such actions. Across the open comm, the Warden of the Sky heard the ongoing public directions of evacuations and for citizens to remain calm. There were also redirecting of traffic, but that was okay. With so many ships going in and out of Bespin, it was chaos. They could not organize it so quickly to reign everyone in.

That chaos was an opportunity.

Instead of heading towards Cloud City, the blonde redirected the Aurora Hawk towards a Coalition Mining Outpost. "Alright guys, hold on tight."

Billowing clouds of gas in hues of a seashell pink, burnt orange, and dawn yellow colored the atmosphere. It was a shroud in and of itself, the Warden catching sight of the mining outpost relatively quickly.

"Here we go." Come and get your love kept playing softly in the background, giving Chloe that extra bit of pep. There was a cantina here, standard fare. There was also far more than that. There were friends, acquaintances from the Underground. It was time to make things right.

The YZ1900's engines gave a hum as the landing struts came down, moving to land upon the landing pad. AL of course, waddled on by, "Mistress, we can still go back! This is an awful idea."

"This is the best idea, Al," Chloe sang with a smile, doing her best to keep her mind focused. "Keep the engines hot, we may need to dash out fast." swiveling over to DOT, she followed up with, "Keep an ear out on those sensors and the comms. Need to be prepared if anything comes on out. Shouldn't take long."

Popping up and out of her seat, the Warden quickly left the cockpit. A few minutes later, the loading ramp came down and the blonde woman's blue eyes stared out at [member="Rekha Kaarde"] 's bar.

"Home sweet home." came her quiet murmur, already other contacts flying in. Soon [member="Kaili Talith"] and perhaps even [member="Makai Dashiell"] would all be brought together by Fate and the ongoing cry to battle First Order oppression.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Her destination was a place aptly referred to as ‘The Underground.’ The potential connection to the organisation of the same name wasn’t lost on Kaili, her best friend had been the one to introduce her before either of them had been allowed to legally own a ship yet. Hadn’t stopped either of them from still trying. Mara was after all ever the pilot, and Kaili was, well she was who she was. Her skill behind the controls wasn’t the best in comparison, but that was a comparison that was hardly fair on anyone. Kaili looked at the pendant that she kept attached to her wrist. It still bothered her that she needed it to even survive behind a ship’s controls, but she had gotten used to that concept by now. In the end it didn’t hamper her ability to be a Warden of the Sky which was all that mattered to the girl.

The ship would touch down on the platform and Kaili got off. Part of her had wished she kept Henry with her on this one, but much like with her ship she didn’t have the heart to risk him getting stolen from her. Which in this particular case wasn’t because she thought she couldn’t get him back. No, in this case it was more a question of how many lives that would keep her from it. That spider droid was like her own little metallic son and anyone who got in between her and that tinned soul was a dead man and/or woman.

Regardless, thoughts of Henry would not do her much in this moment. She had places to be, people to see.

The instructions on her HoloPad lead her towards a bar that seemed as unremarkable as the girl herself. The door opened and the girl stepped in to lay eyes on the somewhat rustic bar. Kaili bobbed her head up and down in approval. It was homey, nice, a place where people could relax most likely.

A few souls were sprinkled across the place, but few really caught her eye. Her blue eyes continued to look around the bar as she took a seat before the bartender.

“I’ll have one of those.” She said and pointed at an unremarkable bottle lined up against the wall. She didn’t actually drink. It was all about keeping up appearances.

[member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Makai Dashiell"] // [member="Rekha Kaarde"]​

 

[Vexen]

Location: civilian ship with [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ipsy"]


The atmosphere on the ship was tense. Alliance forces must have arrived at other systems in the sectors or perhaps just been picked up by scouts in deep space. Regardless of the cause they now had to deal with the effect. The First Order had around ten thousand civilians on that station. Their plan had been to blend in with them and try to compromise the station for the main landing force.


Vexen was no military soldier. She was an explorer like Micah. Because of Micah in fact. His mother had been a prominent Jedi and had brought him up a certain way and no matter what he would never back away from what he felt was the right thing to do. Right now she didn't feel like their destiny was in their hands. No matter how many contingency plans they put in place a lot depending on what the First Order did and the wraith didn't like it.


She took more than a little solace that she was among friends. The Defel wraith didn't have a large group of friends; it took her a long time to build trust. Yet those she would count in that group were mostly on this ship. Micah: the bright-eyed youth who had shown no fear in following her to her home. He had taught her that she didn't always have to hide, that she could love and be loved. Ipsy: the exuberant Amaran whose conversational nature managed to occasional rub off on the softly spoken wraith. Allyson: whose main function seemed to be to cause as much trouble in Micah's life as her partner, his sister. She wasn't here, sent ahead of the main party to secure their entrance. At least if this went south she would be able to escape with the civilians.


She turned to Ipsy. “Bet this ain't the kind of adventure you had in mind,” she murmured as she slid off her seat. When Micah gave an order Vexen followed it. She flung her back of gear over one shoulder and started to head for the hold. Time to prepare for contingency plan number one. “Make sure you got a shipsuit incase we get space.”


Vexen didn't like the endless vacuum of space. She was comfortable being deep underground in dark tunnels. It tended to make her dizzy. Dizzy and sick.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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[member="Ashin Karrde"] | [member="Achim Veers"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Aran Piett"]​

"You've earned it Commander Montague," Fiolette said with a smile it was one of the few times she could ever recall doing so genuinely. "You've been a great service to this nation and I certainly hope to see more work from you. Thus far this refit program has been quite successful and your ideas regarding the Galidraans are being taken into consideration, and so once again on behalf of myself and Grand Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], thank you." The holo-link was shut and the Admiral looked down to her uniform as she picked off pieces of lint and stray threads that were then plucked from the uniform. Her hands then went against the holotable as she looked down at the datatablet. Taking into her hand she tucked it beneath her arm and headed for the CIC for a check in. After that the Admiral had planned on taking another look over at the Iskra and Hellstrom vessels, both still in the planning stagings which meant she'd have to find her stylus and a quiet place to work. On the way to the CIC she heard the comms overhead, she stopped a moment and wondered if it was serious but much like everyone else they shrugged it off.

Then the second communication. At the drop of a pin, Fleet Admiral Yvarro rushed for the lift and got up to the CIC as fast as she could, "shut down the station, now! Evacuate all civilians! Deploy the bloody garrison!" She set her datapad down on the nearest counter and went straight to the center of all the action. Red alert klaxons and sirens wailed throughout the station, red lights turned the black and silver walls as security and stormtroopers alike swarmed throughout the station. "Where's that data feed?" She demanded as she crossed above the command pit where officers below worked on various consoles. An Ensign rushed up behind her and handed her a new datatablet with the feed from all across the sector and she had to look twice. "Balance be with us all," she said under her breath and then looked over at the holographic map. Chatter from throughout the sector as various Watchtower-class and Manjarrez-class stations worked to engage Galactic Alliance fleets.

"I want a visual on the Ison Corridor as soon as possible, who do we have there?"

"Ca-Captain Veers," a nervous lieutenant remarked.

Without word, Senior Chief Petty Officer Rennic shoved her way through the throng of officers and handed the Fleet Admiral a holo. "Already got'im."

"Veers, this is Yvarro I need a status update now," she headed with the holo to the map table and set it down and muted it as she addressed Rennic. "I need a link up with Rausgeber and Piett, as well,"

And while her heart beat rapidly against her chest the Fleet Admiral's eyes came to study the very station she was on as she pulled its holographic silhouette out from the line up of images. "Redirect all civilian traffic to McGovern and Grantham, and someone tell Central Command that I'll be taking temporary command of 6th Fleet assets while Fleet Admiral McGarrah is out." An exhale of breath as she cleared her throat, "form a battle squadron here and here, I want a troop line to Hoth and Bespin and two pursuit lines. The Galactic Alliance enjoys their heavy warships as much as we do, but... I am confident that our smaller lines will be able to out manoeuvre them. And I need a line from Tokmia's new science station, I want them to prepare their squadrons."

Outside FIS Kuragin traffic beacons illuminated redirecting the ships to different trade routes and space lanes that would take them deeper into First Order territory and presumably to safety. A small craft worked to ensure all civilians were tagged so that way their items could be sent to them at a later date and/or stored (secured) properly so that they may retrieve their items at a later date. [member="Micah Talith"]'s Aeon Flux would be no exception as the small craft would make contact with them asking for basic information so that once more logs could be created and reviewed at a later time when the entire sector wasn't under attack.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: WHAT THE FRAK HAPPENED?!
Allies: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Canal"]
Enemies: Alcohol, Women, Hangovers

Jorg slowly began to struggle his way across the balcony of the Hotel room, vaguely aware somewhere in the back of his mind that he was supposed to be part of an invasion or something. He frowned slightly, his hand resting on his stomach as he tried to keep himself from throwing up. The world seemed to be spinning, and it certainly didn’t help that he saw half a dozen clouds sitting...to the side of him? He frowned for a moment, then slowly began to make his way towards the sliding glass door.

His hand pressed against the glass, a quiet squeegy noise erupting as he tried to desperately press it open. He scowled, his eyes closing for a moment as he pressed harder and harder. Then finally, he noticed the button on the wall. ”Ah.”

The soldier slammed his hand against the small console, not particularly caring which option he selected. There was a quiet whirring noise as the electric motor slid the door open, Jorg stepping through just a moment more to find a scene very similar to what he had left behind. HIs bare feet kicked empty bottles as he wandered into the middle of the suite.

”Locke?” He called out, hurting his own head as he did so. ”Canal?”

They had to get going, but...they had to wade through what seemed like an ocean of empty bottles, womens clothes, and spice.

They had a job to do...and he still wasn’t wearing any clothes.

The Soldier frowned as he looked for his two friends, wondering what the hell they had actually done the night before and more importantly...where all the naked women that these clothes belonged to were.

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

Location: En Route to the Hanging Valley
Allies: GA, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Isar Kislo"]
Enemies: FO
Gear: VT-Jedi Vanguard Armor, vibrosword

The shuttle rumbled around the young Padawan as she gripped her vibrosword, the blade pointing down, biting down ever so slightly into the floor as her hand and head rested on the hilt. Eyes closed, she waited to here the call to prepare for landing, attempting to calm the chaotic, scattered thoughts of her mind.

She was young, inexperienced, but she knew what her job was. And she knew what she'd have to do. No more running blindly into battle, with no thought of the consequences. Not after Barkesh. Not after so many deaths. She'd avenge those today. No. Again, she calmed her thoughts. Vengeance wasn't the Jedi way. Besides, she only had herself to blame...

The girl opened her eyes and leaned back into her seat, looking around at those around her. The man across from her sat meditating...or sleeping...the blonde-haired Omega Pyre Prex had just shut up two bickering aliens. This was gonna be a long trip.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Hyperspace-Hoth
Objective: Drop Into the Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]
Enemies: The First Order

Hyperspace was mysterious.

Some people had claimed their conquered it, others said they had created versions that were more controlled. Xel didn’t believe any of that. Using a ship to move through Hyperspace was like taking a cardboard box down a river. It worked out well enough for a little while, but eventually things started to happen that you couldn’t really control. His fingers tightened on his controls, his lips thinned, and his eyes settled on the consoles.

Hyperspace was something that could be played with, shifted, even used in a way to help, but at certain times that became a very dangerous game.

Most of the time ships couldn’t use hyperspace to travel into atmosphere. There were several reasons why, planetary gravity, the danger of hyperspace collision, and of course the simple idea of crashing. Yet sometimes...sometimes it was necessary. Xel knew that, but he didn’t like it.

”Get ready.” He took a breath, watching the clock count down, and then as soon as he saw 0.00 he pulled back the lever.

In an instant pure blue lines faded, and a wash of white tore across his cockpit as he and his wing dropped out of hyperspace and directly into Hoth’s atmosphere.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

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[member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Jasper Daggett"] | [member="Nils Brenner"]​

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"You know, I always said that we flew flying metal death traps. Looks like someone decided to make good on that word," Ishana said with hands on her hips as she got a good look at the TIE/R "Raptor." She didn't hate the new thing, no, it had a lot of new toys on it as she headed for her bird. "Nada, tu?" The Balmorran quipped on command back to the Major. He wasn't Stash but she'd figure to let him prove his salt as she climbed up into the Raptor. She took in a deep breath and exhaled as she climbed in, and once seated she had a thought. Chit. Ishana patted herself down and then from her jumpsuit pocket pulled out a photo and now looked around something and then the BB-10 droid behind her.

:: Bewee-Bu-Wooo ::​

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"Thanks," she said as she took a little piece of sticky from the droid and stuck the photo of [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] to her dash just above the instrument panel. "Wish me luck babe," the Balmorran said to the photo as she put her fingers from her lips to the photo. Then the voice of one Smokes or Pierce Fortan III interrupted her thoughts and she chuckled, "of course it is, wouldn't have it any other way, Smokes." Laughter erupted from her as she looked down beside her seat and grabbed her helmet, well feth - that's where that thing was. She swore she was losing a little piece of her mind each day, "no, no you're absolutely right not everyone can be you, darling. Which is a damn shame, isn't it?"

Ishana hadn't yet fastened her own suit, as she stood up and looked down, "oh." Quickly she slid down the ladder and took the flask, "aw, thanks Pierce." And then she rolled her eyes and tussled his hair. Mostly because she knew it annoyed him, greatly. "Y'know I will gladly give you the entire month's of drink rations." The Balmorran secured the flash to her other hip as she got back into the cockpit and stood up a moment to secure her flight suit, and helmet before sitting back down. Securing herself with the safety belts to the seat of the Raptor. The pilot lowered the canopy and began her own preflight checks. She paused with her hand hovered over some of the keys as she looked at the photo of Kaalia once again. "Don't worry babe, I'll try to come back in one piece," Ishana swore she could hear the gasp and the word Miala! Followed right after it in Kaal's voice, which elicited a chuckle from her as she completed her checks.

:: Strike Four checking in - green across the board :: ​

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[Asharad Graush]

Location: Deep Space​

Allies: [member="Selene"] Sinclair, [member="Fiver"], [member="Null"]​

Enemies: @The Galactic @Hoth People​

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A'sharad's armour clasps came into place perfectly, the environmentally sealed stygian armour locking into place around him. Within his quarters in private, the helmet came to life, HUD lighting up almost immediately as he moved his arms, cybernetic and organic. Lord Graush hooked his lightsabre belt around his waist, and then he strode out of his room.

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:: Reversion in ten minutes. ::​

The words came over the intercom, and the Sith Lord decided that it was best to just bypass the Bridge altogether.

Straight to the Hangar he went.

Vehicle shuttles were being prepared, walkers and tanks alike being locked into place underneath shuttle clamps. The fastest point of deployment to be sure, the Supreme Commander had made a name for himself as a Colonel as being extremely reckless - Though efficient. Many of the troopers that were being deployed on this day would undoubtedly be aware of his typical protocol and were prepared.

Surveying the shuttle bay, he spotted a certain Juggernaut, and he strode onto it.

The HUD provided the necessary information for the metal titan that stepped into the cockpit. The greaves he bore clanged through until he got to the cockpit. Heavy steps, and then he was bowing his head underneath the archway as he looked upon the trio. Bringing his gaze around to the Officer, the vocoder went to work - metallic voice cold though the authoritative tone underneath was easy to locate.

"Officer Sinclair." He said, "Your crew does not mind the presence of the Supreme Commander, does it?"

As if she actually had a choice in the matter.

"This vehicle will spearhead the flank through Alliance Forces. Understood?"

And the Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace a moment later.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: enroute to Calrissian Plaza
Objective: Silent Sentinel for Samka and Irajah
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | @FO
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Rhia Novatinsky"] | [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"]
Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Jorg"] | [member="Chloe Blake"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Shamira_Karuto"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Abel"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | @GA ((I will also only be tagging those who are in my vicinity from here on out. If you’d like to continue to be tagged, tag me!))
Gear: Vibroblade, SE-44C Blaster Pistol, Personal Armor (in sig), Cruentis Cor, Borrowed Saber


“We’ve got company, Galactic Alliance is en-route.”

“You’re not safe here. These brutes have no regard for the safety of civilians. If anywhere is doing evacuations, it’ll be the main Plaza. Let’s move.”

"I've been on the ground with the Alliance before,"

The flurry of activity that followed the proclamation had Ara’s blood boiling, the anticipation for battle singing through her. Samka led their small group, the remaining Ren, Mishel having disappeared somewhere between the lower and upper floors, taking up protective positions surrounding the civilian in their midst. Brennan, a young man she had worked with once, a short trip to break up a crime syndicate smuggling Spice into FO space, moved to the doctor’s right. He’d impressed her with his professionalism and ability to handle himself under pressure, she only hoped he’d prove just as resourceful now.

The knight took up the rear position, watching the buildings pass by as they moved at a steady but clipped pace towards the heart of Cloud City. Her knuckles clinched into fists as she cursed the timing of such an attack. Civilians scrambled to gather what they could and streamed past, heading towards the Plaza. Frequent drills ensured a smooth transition, despite the panicked and fearful expressions on many faces. Parents guided children with a firm word and steady gaze, most keeping out of the path of the Ren, the barked directions and steps filled with purpose. It was true that acting as if you belonged would merit you more access than even a badge would, as was the case here, the group encountering no opposition to their passing.

Useless.

The word sang through her mind, a spike of anger and doubt following it. As a knight of Ren, she was useless to Samka and the others, her greatest weapon stolen from her, the guns slamming against her back a poor substitute for the ability to crush, rend, and twist with simply a thought.

No. Her thoughts spiraled down into the depths of pity and despair, the girl reigning them back in with determination. She would prove that she was more than just a Force user. In the eyes of her superior, in the eyes of the Alliance, in the eyes of the Supreme Leader himself, she would prove her worth to the First Order without question.

The Plaza spread out before them, members of the Bespin Guard and patrolling Stormtroopers gathering the civilians into groups and directing them to the appropriate evacuation routes throughout the rest of the city. Ignoring the activity in the square, the Knight turned her attention back to their leader, blue-hair a shining beacon.

”Shall we escort the good doctor here to the nearest shuttle?”

A tinge of her previous humor leaked into the tone, the thrill of battle shaking her out of some of her melancholy, a quick wink towards Irajah meant to ward off any offense the comment may have garnered.

 

[Sal Katarn]

SPACE,
HOTH SYSTEM​

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"You got it, ma'am. Null? Null? Are you even listening to me, Null?" Fiver turned around.

Suddenly, a voice, "Officer on deck!"

Fiver spun, snapping into a salute. Woah, was that the SuCo? Live and in hi-def? Radical. The young man from Bakura looked at the armored menace and his eyebrows shot up. Good thing he had his helmet on already.

While Captain Sinclaire talked to Supreme Commander Graush, Zakk Arden spoke to Null on their private comm channel. "Can you believe this? We're going to be tip of the spear. Edge of the knife. You know about the Cosmic Balance, Null?"

Of course he did. Zakk had only talked about it five hundred times.

"Take a life, universe gives a life back. We are gonna make a lot of babies today."

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Selene Sinclaire"]

 

[Raziel]

Spoiler: Equipment

Mimetic suit
Leaviathan Bracers
Quickfire 2 Holdout
Splinter Knives
Smart Grenade/Mine Launcher
Cryoban Grenades
Ion Grenades
Glo-Paint Grenades
Sonic Grenades
Thermal Grenades
Lightsabers
Personal Cloaking Device

The coin danced in the half-light. The murky, red emergency lighting in the hold of the shuttle barely highlighted the impression on its surface as it rolled over and under Raziel's fingers. A twitch and the coin was gone. Basic parlour tricks to keep just a fraction of his mind distracted.


Need to know. Raziel liked to circumvent such rules just to satisfy his own curiosity. The FOSB had an internal affairs agent on Hoth for a very sensitive matter. So sensitive that the agent who briefed him hadn't even known. Otherwise Raziel would have plucked the knowledge from his mind. But they were now on their way to extract him from the rapidly developing situation.


His squad had mimetic armour. Not much use when white would do perfectly well in the snow, but perhaps it would be the edge they needed in the base. If the Alliance had breached the base by the time they got there the chance of completing their mission would be slim. First of all they had an Alliance task force to slip through and a battlefield to navigate.


Raziel was little more than a reflection of those around him. A hollow mimick. Without a challenge to overcome there simply wasn't very much left of him. Nothing of the bright eyed child who had once thought he was moving up in the world but instead had been walking into a decade of servitude.


“Reverting to realspace.”


Raziel learned forwards in his chair and looked through the cockpit. Hoth appeared more blue than white from up here. Flashes of red and green were visible over the world even at this distance. The Alliance had perhaps already started landing.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Angry arm waving and pointing led to the crew of Ugnaughts calling a break for the assembled Salacia crew. Makai stopped, removing his comm from his pocket to look at the time. Mid-day meal, or close to. Apparently their Ugnaught overlords were allowing for some form of break and recreation time while using their facilities. Sledgehammers and various powertools were put away, the Ugnaughts watching them the entire time. Makai was certain the small of the three was out for him.


Which led to the group scattering for lunch. A good majority went back to the salvaging vessels to either eat without having to pay any credits out of pocket and take a nap. Makai wasn't certain what he wanted to do. Sonic shower and nap sounded great, but was their work done for the day? About to message a few folks on his comm, giant blue hand came down on his shoulder.


Mr. Zej.


"Come on Son, lets hit a spot I've heard of before. We'll grab a shuttle over."

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A short shuttle ride through the clouds saw them arrive at a miners bar called The Underground. The crowds were scattered, perhaps a little early in the day for most patrons. Happy hour was probably a more popular option. Mr. Zej somehow maneuvered his girth through the eating area, coming to sit against the wall diagonally from the bar. Holo-menu lit up before them, offering daily specials and reminding a server would be on their way to take their order.


Blue-skinned Tw'lek arrived shortly after they took their seats, having spotted the two men when they had entered the bar. Glasses filled with ice and perhaps a type of cold tea was placed in front of each of them. Pad came out to take their order.


"What'da have Hun?"


"Uhm....Three Nerf sliders, fries....Sorry, extra fries. " Tw'lek turned her attention to the Pantoran "Two sliders, regular fries.Watching the waistline.Also, whatever beer is on tap, thanks."


Mr.Zej grinned at his own joke, clearly trying hard not to laugh while Makai let out a chuckle.Tw'lek gave a small smile and turned to put their orders into the small bar kitchen. Being a teenage boy, Makai naturally watched her walk away. He thought he was being discrete about it until Mr.Zej snapped his fingers in front of iced-azure eyes.


"Easy Son, don't want to fall out of the booth." Red tinged embarrassment flushed his cheeks. "Oh its alright, I noticed her too. Just got to learn not to drool everywhere."

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

 

[Asmus Janes]

Allies: [member="Adder"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"]
Objective: Clear space around Cloud City. Escort U-Wings


On another day in another time this would have been a joy flight. Wraith Squadron kept a loose formation as they cut through the clouds. Every now and again one of them were crest the ochre waves before diving back down. They were fish in the ocean of Bespin’s seas. The sun streamed down, sharps of light reaching down through the wispy vapour in the upper atmosphere.


Asmus couldn't see Adder's custom fighter but she was on his HUD just metres on his right. The landing party wasn't on his scopes having entered full covert mode now. With a gentle tug he brought his ship up over the clouds, leaving a vortex billowing behind him. Fingers of light caught the smooth curves of Cloud City.


“I see the City,” he called. But it wasn't all graceful arcs. Over the city was a sharp, menacing wedge. “We have contact. I'm seeing a First Order Battlcruiser high over the city. Come together, attack formation.” Two squadrons against a Battlcruiser of that scale was a risky endeavour, but right now they needed to make the hit, take the risk. The mission came first. They did what had to be done.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

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LOCATION: CALRISSIAN PLAZA, BESPIN
CURRENT EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

ALLIES IN AREA: WRAITH SQUADRON, THE U-WING TEAM, GA​

PERSON OF INTEREST: [member="Irajah Ven"]​

ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Rhia Novatinsky"], [member="Ignatius Rausgeber"], FO​

OBJECTIVE: FIND THE BIG BADS​

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The plaza wasn't as chaotic as Ghorua had imagined.

Citizens filed into groups and lines, intent on leaving the area as soon as possible, the sharpness of practice in their movements. They packaged themselves onto ships and to lower levels, escaping from the imminent threat of a battle. It was efficient, if slightly hysteric, which was good for all parties involved. That would mean less civilian casualties, and that meant Ghorua could leave here with a slightly-lighter conscience.

He didn't need anything else weighing him down.

Overlooking the open plaza on an empty terrace, crouched an invisible hunter. Ghorua the Shark had his photoreceptive spidersilk elaxtex cloak wrapped tightly around himself, effectively shielding him from most scanners and visuals. Under it, his armor felt snug against his body, the helmet silently scanning and categorizing the crowds below. He had a multitude of weapons and gadgets on him, adept for any situation he may find himself in, and he had the training to use them all.

Specifically for fighting against Forcies.

His infiltration of the city was surprisingly easy. Once the battle started, the FO seemed to have more important things to do than worry about some lone cargo vessel. Ghorua had landed on the underside of the city, and made an opening for himself. The gargantuan hunter used his cloak to walk through the streets uninhibited, and broke into the building he watched the plaza from.

Ghorua's job was simple, in a strange way. He was to wait until a battle broke out, and target Order military personnel and Knights of Ren. That would allow the regular troops to focus on stormtroopers, making the entire process easier.

It sounded a lot easier when Ghorua thought of it like that.

The truth was, this was going to be one of the toughest battles Ghorua had the pleasure of taking part in. And he had been on Castameer. At least there, he hadn't had to worry about civ's.

So Ghorua waited, perched over a battlefield-to-be, ready to swoop down upon some of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy.

Wonderful.

 

[Zef Halo]

HOTH​

SPACE​

"Yes, m'am." Null echoed Fiver like a zombie while remaining in his own world despite Fiver's constant nagging.

"Officer, what?" He asked half paying attention before snapping and realizing what the words meant. "What in tarnatio-" The moment he saw the armored figure of Supreme Commander Graush, his hand went into a salute accidentally tossing the datapad that was in it away into one of the walls of the juggernaut.

Fiver tapped into their private intercom and Cullen was not surprised that the other Bakuran went ahead with his talks about some sort of Cosmic Balance. At the mention of making babies, Null could only utter back:

"I thought we killin' them sons of guns the Gallys, not making babies with 'em."

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Selene Sinclaire"] | [member="Fiver"]​

 

[Adder]

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Location: Bespin
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Laira Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"]
Gear: Bio, yer regular ole flight suit


“Copy that, Janes.”

She’d been to Bespin plenty of times throughout her life, but it never got any less of a pain in the ass. The clouds, the bouncing sunlight, the tainted slick of mining credits all over the place. Her scowl said it all; the matter of love lost between the woman and the city was as obvious as the Battlecruiser hanging in the sky.

“Time to teach ‘em a thing or two about police brutality.”

Entangled with her ship’s systems, Adder maneuvered the fighter as an extension of her body. Looping around and through the clouds was as easy as waving a hand through a plume of smoke. The vessel reacted to anything she did; no intermediary, no interface.

Nothing but the pure joy of weightlessness.

Freedom.

Force willing, they’d soon bring that to the people of Bespin as well.

 

[H3xle]

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LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member="zark"], [member="cathul thuku"], Galactic Alliance, Freedom
ENEMIES: [member="achim veers"], [member="carlyle rausgeber"], First Order, Fascism

FLEET

Spoiler

ANS Argent Dawn - Hull | Shields
PFS Ironclad - Hull | Shields
PFS Stormwall - Hull | Shields
ANS Ghostwall - Hull | Shields
ANS Phantom - Hull | Shields

"Ma'am, preliminary scans have been analyzed, those ships are uncrewed. Not a single lifesign aboard." Her Chief of staff said in a low voice.

"That is odd..." Alexandra responded, though she stopped short as her sensor officer reported in.

"Admiral, right after we fired, the ships lit up emergency beacons." The sensor officer reported, sounding mildly frightened.

A pit opened in Alexandra's stomach, and she looked over to her chief of staff who was frowning at the plot.

"Did we..."

"No, ma'am. Those ships didn't have a single life sign aboard. Plenty of excess electronics. My guess is the First Order knew we were coming and wanted to get some egg on our face..." He reported in, turning back to his displays.

"Well then..." Alexandra replied, the pit in her stomach filling in with acid. She let out a sigh, and tried to push logical thought through her adrenaline. She felt her blood pounding in her ears. "Cease fire, full scan. Verify there is no biological matter on those ships. I guess we're lucky they didn't actually use civilians, though that wouldn't surprise me much." She ordered, her voice sharp as a whip crack.

"Aye, ma'am." He replied.

The sensors showed one ship that had been behind the picket. It had a civilian transponder, registering as a science ship.

"Hail that civilian ship, tell it to clear the area." She ordered.

"Civilian ship registered as SS Shambhala, this is ANS Argent Dawn of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. This is an active warzone. We recommend you leave the area immediately." The communications officer said hailing [member="ashin karrde"].

"I bet that ships sensors have records of those ships not being manned..." Her chief of staff suggested. "It would be a good idea to require them to deliver their logs to us..."

"No. We can't fight the First Order by becoming like them." She responded.

Meanwhile, the cloaked monitor vessels swam deeper into First Order space. Their sensors were set to passive, and their emissions and drives baffled. They observed the short battle with the droid ships, but didn't break radio silence. They knew their orders, and were disciplined to a fault. They wouldn't show themselves until the First Order fleets arrived, and only then when they were in the most advantageous position.

 

[Aver Brand]

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Location: Hoth : Outpost Veers
Allies: Team S [ [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] ] | Team U [ [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"] ]
Enemies: [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | Outpost Veers
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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_UrZA97I3w​

Wind howled around her ears as the white expanse rushed up to meet them.

The mercenary slammed into the back of a metal beast with an ugly crunch. Despite its heavy plating, deep dents remained where she rose into a half-crouch. The charging SDC found her shoulder in the next moment as Aver switched to thermal overlay.

For all their ability to wreak havoc and bear upon their enemy, the walkers required a power source to do it. And this power source would be their downfall, here; with the heat it was giving off, every engine, reactor, and power core would light up like a Life day tree. The icy backdrop was just a bonus.

Lining up a clean shot straight through one such hotspot, Aver squeezed the trigger, letting the disruptor beam burst forth at the broadside of an exposed walker.

“Alright, team,” she spoke for the first time since they’d left space, “Veers is the target. Need to clear a way to Echo base for the main force.” The woman launched off her perch, aiming to slam an approaching tank into the ground. Behind them, the bulk of the Alliance were pouring forth from their scattered LZs. Laser fire filled the air like premature fireworks, and the stench of death soon followed. Aver, though – Aver didn’t mind one bit. She just switched the channel (likewise encrypted), and hailed team U.

“Captain Vyrgg here, of team S. What’s your status?” [member="Aeron Kreelan"]