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

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Bespin, Hotel Suite
Objective: WHAT THE FRAK HAPPENED?!
Allies: [member="Jorg"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: This headache.

Locke groaned again.

He rubbed the temple of his head and noticed the dried-up blood brushing against the tips of his fingers. Next to him, now on the ground, the lady was yawning, before turning around and going back to sleep. How the hell she was sleeping through gorram Jorg shouting up the house was anyone's guess.

"I am here, Jorg." With a push of the hands Locke got off the bed and stood standing. But that was a mistake if he ever saw one, almost immediately everything started to swing and bounce around him.

Catching himself on the wall Elly cursed softly, before rubbing his head again.

This wasn't going very well.

"The hell happened?" He crouched down, once the haze before his eyes receded. Pants were put on. But he couldn't seem to find his shirt or anything else for that matter. Luckily he still had his case with cigarettes there. One of them was put between his teeth and lit up soon after.

The smoke curled lazily from the tip.

The main room was completely trashed and that was where Locke found Jorg. He, too, was bloody and karked up to hell, but that didn't really answer his question.

"You look like absolute crap."

 

[Silara Varis]

LOCATION: Ison Corridor
OBJECTIVE: Control the Corridor
ALLIES: [member="Zark"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
ENEMIES: [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Vessel: GAS Resolute Vengeance

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As Admiral Thuku's message came across the band Silara listened, inhaling deep and letting out a cloud of smoke. Then she tossed her deathstick to the deck, grinding it out with her polished boot heel.

"Resolute Vengeance Actual to Therapist Actual, acknowledged Ma'am. Please share any sensor readings with us via the TAC channel so we can better adjust. We'll be ready when they show their ugly mugs."

"Cap'n."

"Yes?"

"Shambhala's broadcasting something... looks like. Oh....Oh dear."

"Play it for me. Guns what's our situation?"

"Main Javelin Cannon powered up as is the Mini. All Mass Drivers online, Torpedo tubes locked."

The bridge came awash with static and then the transmission from Ashins ship began to play across the screen. The Resolute Vengeance getting pummelled from behind, Silara losing herself in the bloody rage of battle. Even the part where the ships crew had mutinied. To some on the bridge her demeanor became justified, others were horrified.

Silara lit another Deathstick and chuckled.

"Think that's funny do you? Ok too easy. Comms find that channel and bombard it with static. Jam all commo from their vessel. The rest of you now you see what happens to mutineers aboard my ship. You will follow me to letter, or I will space you. Your choice."

A dread pall took their hearts. Was she too strict? Hardly. It as imperative during the heat of battle that a crew run like a well oiled machine, especially since the Resolute Vengeance often found itself on lone patrol with little backup. One hint of laziness, one slip up of a crew member and the entire ship could perish. As had almost happened.

"Begin scanning for anti starfighter assets among enemy vessels."

Neither side was engaging fully and she was growing impatient...

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: Dances With Wampas
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="John Shepherd"], [member=Nawago], [member="Sanya Val Swift"] and other ORC peeps
Enemies: Bad dudes

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While they waited, Joza gladly helped the others primp for their debut. Maybe she was a little more into their cover than necessary but…one could never be too careful, right?

“Oh hush Leo, you look fine!” She chided him, though not in an unfriendly way. Needless to say, she’d handpicked the outfit he was wearing and thought that it looked just wonderful, though begrudgingly accepted that not everyone shared her tasteful sense of dance costumes. That, and they weren’t too familiar with the world of dance and entertainment and thus a little wary of their cover. Still, Joza had confidence that they could at least pull off the image of a semi-competent dance group.

Opening a small case that contained her HH Iris , Joza tilted back as she carefully slipped one contact against her eye. The lenses were specifically designed to help on espionage and infiltration missions, perhaps the infrared and lifeform modes would be of use while they tracked down poachers. Especially if they ran into any bad weather. Slipping the second lens into the other eye, she blinked once, then twice—situating the contacts as well as activating them. Another blink had then turned off, not wanting to drain the battery.

Leo wasn’t the only skeptic on board, notably as John made his way over to her asking for help with his outfit. “Hey, no worries Shep. Looks like we’ve got a bit of time to primp, anyhow.” Chuckling shortly, she reached out to adjust the sash and straighten his collar, ensuring that the buttons were in all the right places. The group had done as much research into Star Tour’s Ski Resort as they could beforehand, hopefully able to ghost their way onto Hoth and into Wampa hunting territory.

Speaking of Wampa, their own big guy met up with the rest of the gang after some personal grooming. The Zeltron had found Nawago pleasant to be around given his steady, friendly demeanor. “Well look at you!” Giving the cyborg beast a bright smile, she continued to fix John’s hair, reaching into an under-compartment and retrieving a bottle. A few spritzes of gel and she began to tease his hair with a comb while nodding in agreement to Nawago’s sentiment. “He’s right. Act like we’re supposed to be there and we’ll be more believable. When you lack confidence you give off subtle cues that people pick up.”

With John’s hair good and ready, Joza went over it once with hairspray, brushing a few piece into place as she did so. “Perfect.” She declared, putting away her beauty products into storage for now. Of course, she had travel sized versions on her for any potential touchups they may need once they left the ship.

With a second thought, she rooted around her supplies before approaching Nawago with a different bottle. “Here, this is a detangling solution. I’ve never used it on fur, but my hair gets a lot of knots and I can attest to its effectiveness!” A spritz here and there, and she ran the comb through the Wampa’s white fur. It helped to get knots out and keep hair—or fur—from knotting too quickly. A necessity for the dance group’s ‘bodyguard’. “Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll help your friends.” Though ragtag and cobbled together, the Outer Rim had no deficit in spirit. Nawago’s tale flashed briefly through her mind, recalling the sorrowful tale. It was hard to hear, and she couldn’t imagine the sorts of things he’d felt seeing his family and friends skinned for their fur.

The Zeltron’s lips pursed at Bryce’s warning, hoping that this plan wouldn’t take a turn for the worse so soon. “I may have heard whispers,” She admitted, eyes fixed on the icy planet below. “But I’m too out of their loop to know details.” Her help on Kaeshana and Atrisia had been at the request of Firemane, and she’d shown up on Mustafar for a humanitarian mission.

“First Order, I repeat, this is The White Hat. We request permission to land.” Her voice was still pleasant, though there was an undercurrent of urgency to it. After attempting to hail them, she switched to Sanya’s channel. “S, looks like we might have a bit of trouble. The First Order isn’t responding and we don’t want to get caught in the crossfire of whatever’s going on. Keep those B-wings back for now so they don't think we're apart of it, but be ready in case we come under fire.”

Leaning back in her chair, she exhaled roughly and strapped herself in. “Buckle up, chicas.” She could already see this ending in a less than desirable crash on fething Hoth.

“And nobody ruin your costumes!"

Yes, she was using her mom voice.

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: Coming out of hyperspace in the Anoat Sector
Vessel: Calrissian Class Freighter with updated Sensor Maskhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sensor_mask and cargo hold painted with Sensor-Deflector Spray, ​deploying from
Objective: Save civilians from terrorist labels on Anoat Station
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Micah Talith"], Galactic Alliance
Enemies: First Order, unknown ([member="Magnus Ren"])
Equipment: Amphistaff, standard hold out blaster. Ghost suit. Force Breaker Grenades. Utility Belt.

​He was still fidgeting with the ghost suit, particularly with the way the gloves fit between the fingers, when he felt the Mirialan nudge against him. He wasn't too fond of the idea of a shroud over his head nor the idea that there was any sort of armor covering his already shaped and armored flesh. The ridges of scarification rubbed awkwardly and could already tell that the tightness would chafe his chest. He practically tripped over himself as he tried to get the thing on, being herded through the bowels of the freighter. When the officer made sure everyone knew what was going on, Maalik was intently focused on something else.

​He went to scroll across the datapad but he failed on contact with the screen, the glove of the suit getting in the way and reducing conductivity. Seemed like a serious flaw or, what was more likely, the datapad was extremely dated compared to modern tech. He lifted the glass to his face and swiped the next screen with his nose. The screen indicated some sort of instruction manual for a ghost suit. Just as he was getting to the good bits, he felt a nudge on his side. He turned to see those green eyes, mouth moving to reveal the option in not going on this mission.

​Maalik shook his head and smiled. Well, he did a half smile, forcing what he thought might provide comfort.

​"If I lose you between here and there, how can I ensure that you make it back to Sulon...? " He nodded and looked towards the figure sitting across from him. "Besides, I prefer the company." He lied. He didn't prefer the company. But he had an iota of purpose and he wouldn't let that go just yet. In a way, he felt this was the purpose he was built for. War, combat, destruction of heretics. Except, these heretics touted a much different dogma. The sort that saw his kind systematically impacted, if how he was treated on Varonat was any indication.

​He looked back over to Harla. "Can you do me a favor...? " He pressed down on the datapad with his glove and nothing happened. "I can't seem to get this to scroll. Once I'm done with the page, can you swipe for me? " If he was going to be forced to use all this various equipment, forced upon him for the sake of advantage, he'd at least know what it could do.

​He felt the engines of the Orbalisk kick on around them. He felt like a small oily fish crammed into a small metal canister. It was only then that he realized just how close the Mirialan was. As the CN-15 Camouflage was pulled away and the cargo bay opened, the pressure released from the hold. The baffler and scramblers would take over for the scanner jamming and the decoy module that dropped out would mask the presence further with an abundance of normal readings. Freighters and shuttles and small vehicles, all relatively masked already by the flow of traffic.

​Other Alliance freighters, all moving in line as civilians ships, followed suit. As they released their dropships and decoy modules, all aimed at moving towards the space station.

​Maalik continued reading as the ship exited the cargo hold and entered the blackness of space. "...this No-Show is interesting."

 

[Micah Talith]

Spoiler: Music

https://youtu.be/kEGuHdKn0Lc

Anoat Sector
FIS Kuragin
Aboard the Orbalisk Boarding Shuttle


"Buckle up buttercups." it was a saying Micah's mother had often said to him growing up as a child. Well, she really used it on everyone. As he was already in his armor, merely securing the helm on his head was the final touch. He swung his gaze over to [member="Vexen"] , [member="Ipsy"], and finally [member="Spark Finn"]. There behind them were spec ops SIS and Alliance forces in full boarding armor. This included slicing Pebbledrone droids, as well as shield and droid probes that would allow a measure of protection once they were in.
Amita, their pilot, would be the one taking the Orbalisk boarding shuttle. Their plan B: using the Orbalisk shuttles with a Peregrine field disruptor. When activated, the Peregrine allows a small craft (30m wide/tall or less due to constraints of field disruption magnitude, 40m long or less due to duration of effect) to fly through planetary-grade shielding or the shields of a capital ship. The Peregrine is capable of acting against ray shields, particle shields, the ray and particle components of standard deflector shields, Gungan hydrostatic fields, Kerz-Bhrg fields, etc. The vessels experience turbulence proportional to relative mass and relative velocity.

Across the thick traffic, the incognito Alliance ships closest to the Space Station began to dump out their cargo, using a variety of decoy modules, trash, and a mass of sensor deflector spray to allow the dozens of boarding orbalisk shuttles to head towards the Space Station's direction. They had gone as far as they could go.

Buckling up, Micah felt the shutter of their own Orbalish deploy out of the Pathfinder Scientific Vessel. As they had been signed out by FIS Kuragin control by [member="Magnus Ren"], perhaps they may be able to pick up on their jettison cargo a little quicker than most. As it was, Amita had this to day, crying out over her shoulder, "Lock and load guys, here we go!"

Their Orbalisk boarding shuttle adjusted itself within the mass of sensor masking cloud, and then it began to weave through the civilian traffic, activating the Peregrine Field disruptor. They would have to use the defenses of the various ships to block off any incoming strikes to successfully puncture through.

T-Minus thirty seconds to punch through and board the shuttle. Just then, the beep of Micah's wrist datapad got his attention, the entire ship shuddering with the sharp g forces to try and avoid any strikes at its direction.

It was [member="Allyson Locke"] of course- With a rather sexy photo of the ‘under cover Star Tours attendant’ with the attached:

Can’t wait to see you at home xoxo.

"You have GOT to be kidding me with this woman!" Micah cursed under his breath. Here is to hoping neither of the women near him caught sight of the racy image sent to him; as he promptly deleted it.

DELETE THAT NOW IT WASN’T FOR YOU…. don’t tell your sister kkthxbai

He immediately typed back going, [ You THINK?!]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: En route to Hilikan Incineration Plant
Vessel: Alliance Stealth U-Wing (U-60x)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108663-alliance-stealth-u-wing-u-60x/
Objective: Bespin infiltration
Allies: Galactic Alliance,[member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Adder"], [member="Shamira_Karuto"], [member="Makai Dashiell"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Loske Matson"]
Enemies: First Order
Equipment:

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  Light Paddlehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104677-browncoat-ssh-light-paddle with extra ammo
  
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  Two lightsabers
  
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  Stealth Phantasm Cloakhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/105103-phantasm-class-stealth-cloak/
  
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  Ghostsuithttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/108247-ae-as1-ghostsuit/
  
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  Utility Belthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/41325-ba-830-browncoat-utility-belt/
  
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  Stealth Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/62485-si-17-stealth-blaster/
  
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  DC 19 Stealth Carbinehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/DC-19_"Stealth"_carbine
  
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  AI Wrist Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/50978-ai-wrist-blaster/
  
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  Infiltrator Droidhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/108426-infiltrator-scarab-droid/s
  
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  Scout Drone
  

He leaned over as the ship moved down the length of the Cloud City. Multiple levels confounded the mission as a great distance separated initial sighting of the City and where the lower level mining facility, mining quarters, and tibanna gas processing plants existed. As he set a knee on the inner floor of the U-Wing, he pressed fingers against the datalogger that was wireless linked to the Scout Drone. Currently set to long range expedition, he finagled with the settings a bit until he was pleased with the prescribed mission. Pushing in the general coordinate range for Ugnaught Surface, he set in the mission for surveillance and recording. With an emphasis on long range.

​Stepping away, he powered it on and watched as it lifted from the floor. Knowing that the drone was capable of hyperdrive travel, this felt a bit like overkill for the mission at hand. But he was intent on not only getting particular bits of information, but being able to save them as well. A get out quick scheme, as it were. Looking over, he felt the direction shift as the ship cut from the edge and turned into the interior of the city. They were no longer moving vertically.

​If his memory was at all accurate, he believed Bespin functioned in a vertical caste system. With luxury and tourism occurring top side while the labor and the like occurred deep within the city, in the lower 300 levels. In a way, it functioned as all metropolis did. Put the pretty things outside and hold all the unmentionables away from the limelight.

​"We're about a minute out from our drop point. Our pilots are going to find a topside location or abandoned thoroughfare where we can disembark. The ship will then stay close, in the event that we need pickup. " He was hoping that they wouldn't have to deal with too many civilians. The way the squadron was making noise up in the cloud, he was hoping that evacuation procedures would begin. And if that was the case, the First Order might as well be doing the Alliances job for them.

​"We'll be infiltrating the Hilikan Facility immediately. If that isn't fruitful, we'll be a hop skip and a jump from the Tibanna processing levels. A mild descent and we'll have our chance at the heart of Cloud City. If you have to engage, do it quietly. " He pointed to the cabinet of weapons and armor. "If you haven't secured your equipment, now would be the time to do it. "

​He turned back to [member="Loske Matson"]. "Set us down when it looks good and devoid of populace. After that, send word across encrypted channels to Wraith Squadron that we got a clean drop."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

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Bespin // The Underground // [member="Chloe Blake"] // [member="Rekha Kaarde"] // [member="Kaili Talith"]



Mr.Zej tapped a finger against the countertop, watching the crowd. Something had been wrong with the staff prior to them coming in and he was trying to put a finger on it. Body language was off. The portly Pantoran was trying to figure out what. Typically in a bar there would always be issues with drunk or belligerent customers that could throw a night off. Mr. Zej considered that to be fairly standard when running an establishment. Something else was off, something larger than drunken patrons.


Makai was across from him, absorbed in his comm, sending a flurry of messages. Clearly oblivious, Zej couldn't ask the boy if he noticed anything odd.


Eyes caught the holoscreen and he noticed the crowd. He squinted, trying to read. Something about Cloud City lockdowns. They had just come from the refineries there. Perhaps were in the shuttle during the commotion and didn't know it. Well, clearly didn't know it given their nonchalant attitudes in comparison to the others. Comm immediately was in his hand, calling his second in command.


"Cammy. Did you know about the Cloud City lockdown?"


"Yeah Boss, just found out. Some crew came back, said the city is being evac'd out. Sounds a bit like there is trouble brewing, pretty sure I've spotted warships."


"Look, do a headcount, see who is aboard. Makai and myself are at some miners bar platform. If everyone or close to everyone is aboard, start our own evac. See if we can't slip out in a column of civilian vessels. Cam, nothing drastic, hear me? If it looks like you can't make it out without getting blown to bits, lock everything up tight.I know some crew has blasters, might be the time to drag 'em out from under the mattresses."


"Got it. Make sure you two stay safe, starting to look nasty out there."


"Likewise Cam. Keep me updated. Zej out."

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Calrissian Plaza
Allies: [member="Irajah Ven"] - [member="Ara Ren"] - [member="Brennan Cabrol"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Alkor Centaris"] - The First Order
Enemies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Objective: Protect the others


[SIZE=11pt]The Plaza was an area she’d known fairly well. Situated just a short distance from her former home, it was where she typically used to go to attend social events or shopping. It was strange to see the state it was in now. Groups of people were scattered around, confused and afraid, many of whom were in denial that their city could have been chosen as the site of a military attack. Most of them were in crowds guided by the blue uniforms of the Bespin Wing Guard. Elsewhere a few Stormtroopers had began to assemble across the platform, erecting defences of shields and turrets where ever they could. The open top Plaza made for a good evacuation point but also an easier landing zone for the enemy on an otherwise tightly secured station so the well drilled First Order defenders were moving swiftly to secure the area. A spot she’d visited for Life Day celebrations being turned into a fortress.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But Sam was done reminiscing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She set a determined march up to a crowd being waved through by one of the Wing Guards. The goal in mind being to leave Irajah in their care and meet up with the woman afterwards but as she drew closer, Samka began to doubt her thoughts. Would the doctor truly be safer in the care of strangers? The Ren was likely going to be caught in thick fighting but she had better faith in protecting Irajah personally than the local enforcement, no matter where they were taken.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Shall we escort the good doctor here to the nearest shuttle?” Asked Ara.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam paused for a moment to evaluate the options before remembering the most obvious one. “The choice is hers,” she replied then turned to Irajah.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Doctor Ven,” her voice authoritative at first as she spoke but then said in a gentler tone, “Irajah. You’re right, you’re no stranger to this and you’re not a child for me to coddle. If you stay with me, I’ll do my best to keep you safe. But I’m going to be fighting. The choice is yours.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Privately, Sam had seen Irajah work under pressure. Her skills, her surprisingly level head could be an asset. If she was in the right place for it mentally. The doctor was clearly still reeling from recent revelations.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam was vaguely aware of Brennan telling someone to report to her but for now her attention was focused on the others. Her eyes also flickered briefly to Ara, the woman now stripped of her connection to the Force for the time being. She too was vulnerable and then there was Mishel, wherever the teenager had disappeared to, whose naive way of thinking often required oversight. She had a whole flock to protect.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Already she could sense danger from somewhere nearby. There was nothing specific but it wouldn’t surprise her if the Alliance had sent infiltrators ahead of the main assault. Her finger itched to seize the Lightsaber by her side, she was ready to spring to action at any moment.[/SIZE]

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Location: En route to Hilikan Incineration Plant (Outside, by the end of post)
Vessel: Alliance Stealth U-Wing (U-60x)http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108663-alliance-stealth-u-wing-u-60x/
Objective: Bespin infiltration
Allies: Galactic Alliance,Asmus Janeshttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10629-asmus-janes/http://starwarsrp.net/user/10629-asmus-janes/, Adder, Shamira_Karuto, Makai Dashiell, Taeli Raaf, Loske Matson
Enemies: First Order

The golden glow of the horizon was a peaceful backdrop to the looming overhead of the triangular opposition that threatened. Typically, Loske would be attacking that directly with a squadron on her wingspan - today though, she was helping out the Jedi a little closer than usual. Something a little out of the ordinary, and a little more suited to the Wraith transfer from Rogue.

Brows furrowed at the initial words change of plan. It’s not that she wasn’t used to sporadic behaviour, but she wasn’t wholly fond of the chauffeur position she was in at the moment. Immediately, her co-pilot questioned the maneuver from a strategic point of view.

A feeling the Jedi had responded. Loske shuddered involuntarily. Jedi and their feeling. She supposed that she was supposed to be rampant with those sorts of things, but since she found out her heritage, and why she was so prone to vomiting, she’d been ingesting some suppressants to keep her focus heightened on the task at hand, not worrying about the pulls and nuances of The Force.

“Right, we’ll hijack the route toward Hilkan.” She confirmed, nodding to her copilot as they made the appropriate adjustments and the ship responded with the slightest of tilts and rectified trajectory t on the HUD. A small, tsk emitted from her AI droid by her pilot’s side and Loske gave Frank a brief pat on the head.

The U-Wing preened through the clouds with precision, avoiding the silhouetted buildings and other air traffic.

“Hold on,” Loske commented backward, fingers expertly darting around the panel to compensate for the re-levelling of their thrusters “Position changing to get us nicely saddled near Hilikan.”

She nodded in comprehension to [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]’s instruction to level out, though she’d already begun calculating how to do the adjustments. “Probably won’t be too empty for long..” she youth commented, nosing the vehicle downward.

“Start loosening the security for the ramps so there’s no standing around prior to exit.” Loske instructed the co-pilot, who gave an affirmative nod and went about her own devices to make the party’s exit smoother.

Unable to let her curiosity just be, the young prodigy kept her gaze forward and on the task at hand, but her mind was split to the Jedi’s earlier commentary.

The landing point was ugly, to say the least. Like unfinished scaffolding that didn’t look secure at all. She adjusted the thrusters to point upward, the pressure dissipating into the skies around them as the U-Wing set to hover. “We’re good to disembark. How’s that ramp?”

“Ready to swing,” the Alliance co-pilot confirmed, proudly.


Loske twisted in her seat to look backwards, slinging an arm over the top “You’re ready to go your Marshallness. What’s your feeling telling you to do?”

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location, Bespin, The Underground Bar
Allies: Chloe Blake | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Makai Dashiell"]
Enemies:
Gear:

Rekha looked over at the blonde in the corner Rekha walked over to take the order, chit already down Rekha picked it up well friends and family were visiting.

“Honey Mead with Rye, I can do that” Rekha laid the chit back down while she put together the drink looking up at [member="Chloe Blake"] , Rekha was trying to put together a plan to get her alone find out what she needed.

The sirens were helping everyone started looking towards Cloud City, the skies were always blue this high up. The clouds scattered about like white popcorn. The view however was not what was getting everyone’s attention, it was the sirens. Rekha heard the exchange between the two women, she looked up as she handed the drink to Chloe it was pretty much confirmed they were both from the Underground. She needed to get them alone. “Osk’y chie” hopefully all the hours spent with [member="Jon Burke"] had not been wasted cause she hoped she just said enemies everywhere.

Then it came to her, “You two ladies look like you could use some adventure. Now I just happen to have the right thing for adventurers.” Rekha waved at Jarod to come over, “Let me show you the best mode of transportation on Bespin. You up for it?” There wasn't a person on the platform that didn't hear Rekha offer every single person who came through the door a chance at adventure. Just ask [member="Spark Finn"] . So Rekha offering it yet again was not going to bring a lot of attention. It might even help keep snoops away.

Jarod stepped in smiling at the ladies then leaned over to Rekha, “Cloud City been locked down.” Rekha nodded, ok. She looked at Chloe and Kaili, “just have to walk out the doors with me and turn left walk about halfway, it’s not far.” Rekha wiped her hands on a towel, then flashed a smile, “it’s worth it”

This would be the only way she could get them alone. “You game?” She looked from one to the other.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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A L L I E S​

[member="Magnus Ren"] | [member="Aralu Sar"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Jasper Daggett"] | @First Order​

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E N E M I E S​

[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Ipsy"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | @Galactic Alliance​

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O B J E C T I V E​

Evacuate All Levels | Ensure Safety | Transfer to the Warspite​

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On the Kuragin, Fleet Admiral Yvarro was quite busy. Not only were data feeds being rerouted to her mobile command center aboard the Warspite but a data purge had already begun, initiated by one of the few people to have seniority over the Admiral herself. She knew not his true name, only the title bestowed to him and it was all she needed. While her niece may be the Grand Moff, the two served the one and only Supreme Leader. She sent forward to Magnus station controls, with the exception that anything he may have planned wait until all citizens had been evacuated. As it stood things were beyond chaotic, with both Bespin and Hoth systems under attack routeing traffic around them was difficult, to say the least. Worse, Kuragin like many of the Galidraan stations were living cities. Which meant not only did they have civilians but they also had medical needs to attend to and that was the most pressing. "Major Eldrel, remind me to ask Commodore Rashad about her efficiency rates." She remarked coldly, Leona was down on the medical wards her communications badge was her direct link the fleet admiral.

"Not to sound ungrateful, but either help or piss off. We've got people still in surgery for Seiger's sake," Eldrel all but reprimanded the Fleet Admiral, and she didn't quite care what the consequences would be. At the moment she was busy helping an elderly patient reunite with their adult child who had been caring for them. "Mu'um, mu'um please your daughter is just on her way, she was down at the pharmacy." The elderly woman was frantic and to be honest Eldrel couldn't blame her. Unfortunately, the Major didn't have the luxury to be frantic and looked up at the chronometer.

At the same moment, Fiolette looked down at the monitors and over to her staff. "Groundbreaking, you're all standing there with your mouths agape. Get out! All personnel held to defensive line Adrastia, Captain Walzer aboard the Warspite will give you, your instructions and where are those trash compactors?" She asked while in motion to her own personal office, there she would change from her uniform and into something less revealing of her station. Simple clothing that marked her more civilian than military, only those that had seen her face would know who she was. The purpose for this was to get down there and first of all, help Eldrel, second of all remind her who still holds some of the funding for FIMS and third - a combination of one and two. The CIC would run on minimal staff, staff who knew that at any given moment Seiger's Executioner could and would detonate the station.

While [member="Micah Talith"] sought to be clever with his trash, the Kuragin also excreted its own waste shooting it out to meet up with the general trash lot by the station as a medium size freighter who's only purpose was to collect space junk, and trash. These freighters then compacted all the junk and would make its way to Junker City on Lotho Minor, but like all things perhaps not all the junk was collected and debris Talith had ejected would perhaps make their way into Kuragin. Only - it would not go where they may have intended, instead it was caught in a ventaliation shaft. Unbeknowst to them all as both sides worked their way to their own unique goals and agenda. For Fiolette this meant watching as the military populaced moved to their own ships once sector control allowed them to do so.

Those in sector control worked quickly, "lane five clear dispatch to McGovern, lane four clear go to McGovern, lane six through eight once they're clear, are a-go for Grantham. Emergency lanes are as follows, critical to York, non-critical to Mountbatten." Kuragin was one of six currently standing Galidraan-stations, and with two neighboring systems under attack they were working overtime to redirect traffic from Bespin, Hoth wasn't nearly as critical very few went to Hoth and even then it was mostly military. "Tower to Striker-actual, request reinforcements to Hoth." Whilst sector traffic control made note of Defensive Line Adrastia. "Tower to Adrastia, tower to Adrastia call for defensive formation around Kuragin."

"Adrastia-Warspite to Tower, defensive formation in progress." Captain Walzer acknowledged from the Warspite as it looked ready to pull around from behind the Kuragin's massive form.

Back on Kuragin itself, Fiolette had set the Listening Post to its own self-detonation as the data purge had been completed here. Taking to a private lift, she headed for the medical ward straight away where she found herself in a huge wait. Doctors, and their patients along with nurses and techs worked to load their patients onto medical vessels. As she squeezed her way through she made a note to talk to Commodore Rashad and Grand Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] about diverting resources so that FIMS and FOCIE could develop ships specifically for this purpose. Clearly they'd been blinded by war and had negelected this, then again - they didn't think the Alliance would be so bold as to attack a heavily populated sector such as Anoat. Still, it wasn't an excuse and as Fiolette found her way to Major Leona Eldrel she rolled her up sleeves.

"Betty, what's happening?" The elderly woman asked her daughter, "why are we leaving Kuragin? Where's Mr. Jangles?"

"I don't know, but I've got'im, I've got'im, mama." Betty the woman's daughter placed a more than scared pup into the elderly woman's lap. The young woman herself looked frayed and dilberately chose not to answer her mother's first question directly. Perhaps to avoid the stress of reality, or to avoid more questions. Either way, Fiolette wondered if she would have shared this woman's fate had she not chosen to undergo the procedure on Aridente. If this would be Lucy and her, and then the thought faded. She had to refocus herself on the tasks at hand.

The woman teared up, "oh Mr. Jangles, you're alright, you're alright."

Fiolette looked away from the family and diverted her attention to Eldrel. "Where do you need me?"

"Fiolette, I heard you were looking younger these days," the Major commented and the pointed, "I need you to help get the infants from the Neo. They're squalling and we don't have enough hands for them. We're getting them priority on the Blackwell."

 

[Aver Brand]

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Hoth: Outpost Veers
Allies:
Team S: [member="Tomas Yarrow"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Team U: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Isar Kislo"] | [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
[member="HK-36"]
Enemies: [member="Chron Terix"] | [member="TK-4261 Strain"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Anora Shaw"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | 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


Ever wondered what a couple tonnes’ worth of metal and machinery sounds like when an excited warlord lands on it?

Well, her teammates were about to find out. (It wasn’t pleasant. Involved a whole load of squealing, screeching, and creaking.) The tank shuddered a little, and remained still. Aver tore open the latch without missing a beat. thud. thud. thud. Brave stormie – or was it snowie? – she’d give him that.

His reward was a swift death by shotgun. The rest of his squad followed soon after: a short burst of fire, the cracking of skulls against a metal hull.

[ This is Sombra Three, need a little more time but expect a show. ]

“Sounds good, Sombra Three. We’ll keep ‘em distracted up here.”

Took her a few moments to figure out how to drive the damn thing, and then she was off. Snow sprayed every which way as she roared over to the armored Forcer, skidding to a halt. “Hop on… whatever your name is,” she said before hailing a nearby marine.

“You too, Buzzcut!”

Once they were all packed onto the vehicle and speeding along, she spoke once more. “So you know how the crappiest thing on ice planets is when your tits freeze off? Well, it’s not. There’s worse shet, guys,” here, Aver’s grin bled into her gravelly timbre.

“It’s when you get snowed in.”

 

[T'yr Dellos]

Location: Ison Corridor; deep in the nebula
Objective: Observe, Assess, React to situation
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"]
Assets: ISNS Maalraas Nobilis (1,000m)

Commander Dellos was in his cabin when the first alert sounded. In the handful of minutes since the Alliance ships first dropped from Hyperspace, he and his crew had brought themselves up to full combat alert... And resumed waiting in the shadows. Alliance ships fired upon a decoy fleet that had been drifting through the area for the past few hours... And First Order ships continued to bide their time in the same positions they had been parked in for... What? Days now?

"Move us closer." Commander Dellos said aloud as he stood behind his helmsman, a hand on his shoulder. "Nice and slow. Try to keep the denser pockets of gas between us."

"Understood Commander." The junior officer responded crisply as he eased the throttle forward.

Barely a whisper came from the ship's ion drives as she drifted forward through slowly rolling clouds of dust and gas. All around them, sensor blooms of heat, radiation, and electromagnetism danced through the clouds, which would have played marry hell for any other ship's sensors. For the Maalraas Nobilis though, the chaos of the nebula was home. Not only were her powerful sensors finely calibrated to deal with the nuances of comprehending the sensor distortions, but her sleek frame and expensive stealth and navigation suites were designed specifically for this singular environment in mind.

Which was why Commander Dellos and his crew had been stuck drifting through the nebula for the past two weeks, using passive (and the occasional active) sensors to keep tabs on the routine operation of First Order naval traffic in the area. His orders were to discreetly observe and assess the combat capabilities of the Siratian's largest galactic neighbor. What his orders did not cover, was how to deal with a sector-wide war between the First Order and an invasive Galactic Alliance.

Turning his back to navigation, T'yr slowly walked the length of the command deck, mulling over the situation as his boots took him on a familiar path. Passively, almost without thought, T'yr assessed the emotions of each of his officers. Nervous anxiety ran beneath the skin of most of them. Some had outright fear bubbling up from deep within them and others burned with excitement as they monitored the situation between the Alliance Navy and the First Order ships that lay in wait. With a practiced ease, T'yr projected a calm focus into the minds of his bridge crew while his own mind worked on the situation.

<The odds are in the First Order's favor.> T'yr remarked to himself as his eyes darted towards the tactical display once more. The Alliance ships were exposed and facing the wrong direction. Not to mention that they were at a disadvantage in terms of raw tonnage. <Which means that the Alliance ships will eventually try to use the nebula for cover...> Which, with the penchant for Alliance Naval tactics to rely on starfighters... Made it inevitable that someone would either bump into the ISNS ship, or scan her down and mistake her for one side or the other.

<Which leaves me with only one choice.> T'yr thought to himself as he stopped his pacing and turned to face the primary holodisplay. "Get us to the far side of the Galactic Alliance ships. When they turn to face the First Order ambush, I want us to have a clear shot at their ion drives." He said with all the authority he could project, as if he had planned for this maneuver the entire time.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

Location: Bespin – en route to Calrissian Plaza
Vessel: Cargo Hold of the U60x, with rest of strike team.
Objective: Bespin infiltration: Hilikan Facility
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] (Any others in the U-wing that I missed. I apologize if I did.)
Enemies: First Order (No direct competition that I’ve seen, yet.)
Equipment: (First mentioned here)

The moment the Jedi Master began to speak, calmly and peacefully, those feelings immediately helped calm her as well. The explanation made sense, with more experience would come less nervousness. It only made sense that Shamira was nervous after all. But the words of the master, and the comfort of knowing she’d be surrounded by two powerful force users, definitely helped quell the butterfly like feeling in her stomach. That, and the humor Master Raaf used, electing a light giggle from her.
The second words made her nod silently, pursing her lips in thought. It was obvious she was the least experienced force user on this mission, so sticking to the masters would be best. But it would be a lie to say she didn’t have expectation coming in. Being from a royal family, other’s back home always expected the absolute best from her. Those expectations trickled into her own, but the message from the master was clear, making her nod in agreement and smile. “Thank you Master Raaf…I shall not get in the way. Follow yours and Master Sionoma’s moves to the best of my ability.” ([member="Taeli Raaf"]) Her smile widened, flashing a grin in the direction of the woman.
Master Sionoma’s voice cut through the silence once again, laying out the plan for the crew in the cabin. Nodding in agreement and understanding, the Togruta unclipped her seatbelt, quickly moving to the weapons locker to grab her stealth carbine. Unlocking it quickly, she picked it out of the awaiting weapons, and swung it over her shoulder, tightening the strap so it fit snuggly to her back.
Her eyes flicked to Master Sionoma, who had just programmed one of the scout droids. Walking towards him, sitting across from him on the other side of the sliding door of the dropship. Her voice, filled with questioning, spoke as her eyes focused on the scout droid. “Master Sionoma…what exactly is the goal of this incursion? We were originally planned to go the Calrissian Plaza. What changed your mind?” ([member="Gabriel Sionoma"]) Her eyes flicked to the master from the droid, smiling lightly, hoping to find out their objective of the mission they were now undertaking.

 

[Aran Piett]

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FIV Accuser​

Task Force 191​

Objective: Holding Overwatch over Cloud City​

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

Enemy: [member="Vilin"]​

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"Alert, set condition one, Captain Piett to the bridge!"​

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The call for general quarters sounded throughout the ship. Aran ran over to the nearest comm panel.​

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"What's going on Commander?"​

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"Alliance forces have entered the sector, we are to evacuate civilians, and protect the city."​

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"Understood, continue with the general alarm." Aran turns to Sara "Get Sabre squadron in the air, I want you running a screen for the U-Wings, Assault Landers, and my Command Shuttle while they pick up the civilians." Turning around to the rest of the hanger, "Launch all fighters and transports. Transports you will get landing zone data from the Bespin Wing Guard, I want the Assault Landers, and U-Wing making full trips back and forth, understood Colonel Eversman?​

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"Understood, I'll make sure my men are deployed and civilians get onboard."​

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"Good, Sabre Squadron will protect the transports to and from the Accuser, Obsidian Squadron, I want you and the T-70s taking out their fighters and transports. Captain Faust I know I can count on you to lead the rest of the Starfighters in that."​

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"Yes Captain, 'Darkstar' and I will see that it gets done."​

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"Good I want this to happen like it was yesterday now move people we have civilians to protect."​

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Finishing with his orders, Aran started to move with most haste to the bridge, though he knew Commander Halsey could lead while he was down in the hanger, with something as important as evacuations, Aran felt it would have to be handled personally.​

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Once on the bridge Aran could see everyone was at their action stations and ready for both combat and rescue.​

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"Commander send a message to the FIV Resolute I want Commander Ryan to take up formation behind us and protect our six. Then send a message to the Zenith and the Penicle to be ready for any fighters that brake through the Starfighters. Oh and Commander Halsey send word to the orbiting stations and have them launch their fighters as well I want the Alliance to make them pay dearly for ever inch they take."​

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"Aye aye Captain sending the orders out now."​

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"Commander send word to Admiral Yvarro as well and inform her of the situation here."​

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"Aye sir."​

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Location: Surrounding Bespin Space​

Victory-X Star Destroyer - Devastator​

Allies: [member="Aran Piett"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"], ​

Enemies: [member="Vilin"], [member="Raze Lyter"]​

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The Victory Heavy Cruiser leapt into Hyperspace with the ferocity of any ship that was reacting to any emergency call for aid.

"Captain," Hogrum said as he clasped his hands in the small of his back, hands balled into fists as he addressed his superior. "Last we heard we had forces in the Ison Corridor - Though they have since gone silent after sightings of the Alliance on the Hyperspace Route." The Captain didn't look at him to respond, nor did he actually look as if he acknowledged his second in command. Over his shoulder, Hogrum could see the blue, white and purple ocean that was Hyperspace. The swirling colours drew his attention for a brief moment before he snapped back to reality.

"Alliance navy orbiting Bespin."

"... Bespin it is."

"But, the Corri-"

"Bespin, Lieutenant."

Hogrum's jaw locked. When had the Captain grown a backbone? He had always been so submissive in the past, delegating to the Lieutenant and taking credit for his successes. On this day, the Captain seemed to have an idea of his own, likely privy to previous orders from Navy Command in a situation such as this.

"Yes, Sir."

--

The rapidly approaching Victory Star Destroyer was practically wrenched from Hyperspace as it entered within range of the planet's own gravity well - though that was merely the precision of the hyperspace coordinates they had registered in their systems. It wasn't the first time they were in the Bespin System. Patrol only.

Around the Devastator, four other ships reverting to hyperspace with the same explosive force as they reverted in flashes of light. At this current point in time, the five ships lingered on the edge of maximum range for Long-Range Turbolasers, and they remained there, channel immediately opened.

The Captain waved Hogrum forwards, and he spoke, adopting the tone of the Commander that he sought to be.

"This is Lieutenant Hogrum Veed of the FIV Devastator. Galactic Alliance Forces; Your presence is a threat to the citizens of the First Order. Recall all Fighters immediately and leave peacefully or -- Face total annihilation. This is not a negotiation."

And then the channel was shut off, though consoles remained manned in the event there were responses.



[tr]
FIV Devastator - Flagship - Centre of Formation, Victory-X Star Destroyer.
FIV Redemption - Assault Vessel - Right Flank of Devastator, Boneshatter Assault Frigate.
FIV Death's Beverage - Support Vessel - Right Flank of Devastator, Mukhtiar Corvette.
FIV Know Death - Assault Vessel - Left Flank of Devastator, Boneshatter Assault Frigate.
FIV Savagery - Support Vessel - Left Flank of Devastator, Mukhtiar Corvette.
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[Rhia Novatinsky]

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Objective: Render Aid to the Bespin Wing Guard with the evacuations of Civilians​

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Allies: [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Audrey Saint George"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Samka Derith"]​

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Enemies: None Directly at this point, [member="Vilin"]​

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"Miss Novatinsky, we are receiving a message from the Alliance force in orbit, they want us to send the data of the evacuation zones of the civilians. I suggest we give them the information this way there won't be any collateral damage."​

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Though the man from the Wing Guard had the civilians needs at heart, Rhia knew her orders from Governor Volcata.​

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"I'll handle this son, go help the civilians get to where they need to go." Giving the guardsman a glare of don't question me or you may end up somewhere you don't want to Rhia walked over to a comms panel that could reach orbit. The guardsman moved away from her in a scared manner as he has sat in on her classroom and knew what she was capable of.​

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"This is Governor Rhia Novatinsky of Endor, and Warden of the Endor State Penitentiary, to whoever it is requesting information from the alliance. By order of Governor Aurelia Volcata of Bespin you are to cease and desist all operations in orbit and on the planet, as well we will not be forwarding you anything about the locations of our civilians, as they are members of the First Order and we will take care of their needs. Now if you don't cease and desist all operations in the area, I am sure the members of our Navy stationed around the city would be more than happy to oblige you to leave. This will be the last communication you receive from me. Governor Novatinsky out."​

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The cold tone of her voice left everyone that was still manning the comms tower in shock, they weren't use to something that seemed just so calculated in her methods. Rhia looked around the room and could see the stares she was getting.​

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"Back to work all of you, and send a message to the fleet in the area, let them know of our response and encrypt the information as to where the evac zones are. I don't want anyone but our forces knowing where they are."​

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The other in the room gave a collective nod, and rushed back to work doing what the woman told them to do. With the way she handled the Alliance, no one wanted to see what would happen if they crossed her.​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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[member="Ishana Pavanos"] | [member="Jianna Raas"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Jasper Daggett"]​

"It could be worse," Pierce said, flatting his hair back into some semblance of order after his mission partner's assault. "Remember what they said at the academy; in the old Empire, the ships didn't have hyperdrives -- or bloody life support, for that matter," he added. "At least the First Order thinks highly enough of us that they don't want us to die a horrible death." He fastened his helmet on; the suction sound as the seal was made filled his ears, and he felt somewhat dizzy for a moment until he acclimated to the pressure. He hooked his crash webbing around himself and then adjusted his communication. One key was the major channel, which he would be listening to at all times. The other was the mission channel -- between he and [member="Ishana Pavanos"] -- for witty banter, borderline inappropriate jokes about his alcoholism, and, he supposed, mission-specific information could be shared there.

You know. In a pinch.

"I can hear you, you know," he called across the channel at Pavanos. Ishana's infatuation with the mystery redhead was becoming a meme to the Captain. "Anyway... ready in three... two... one," Pierce counted down, then punched the launch sequence. The TIE/R lifted off the deckplates of the hangar and zoomed out of the bay. He input flight trajectories for the Hoth system as he waited for Ishana to join him. In the interim, he clicked over to the main channel.

:: Happy hunting, Striker One and Striker Two. See you on the other side. ::

A few moments later, things were set, and Pierce threw the lever. Stars became lines and then the multicolored mottle of hyperspace as he hurtled towards his rendezvous with destiny.

 

[Simon St. Claire]

Hoth​

Space​

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Fiver"]

At the Supreme Commander's arrival, Selene stood and saluted, then placed her hands behind her back to hide their shaking. Lack of sleep compounded with caffeine had taken their toll, and she didn't feel mentally equipped to deal with this development. Nevertheless, she made her face blank and gave a nod.

"Understood, Sir. The equipment is 100-percent combat ready, and the crew is all accounted for. We're happy to have you join us."

She extended the arm holding their combat orders, keeping her right hand tightly fisted behind her. She couldn't afford to look nervous. Too much was riding on this encounter--her career, her future. She could just imagine her mother's cold sneer, her father's heavy fist, if she so much as stepped on the commander's toes.

"Will we be touching down at the coordinates originally specified, sir? I can also have the crew clear an area for any additional supplies you may need loaded, sir, if you will be joining us for the entirety of the mission."

 

[Tsuki Aihara]

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

The stealth ship continued to rumble and hum as chatter began to go over the comms. They were getting closer to their destination...soon enough, time to go to work.

The virboblade in her hands thrummed silently, the minute vibrations undetectable. But they were there and that's what Tsuki focused on as she grounded herself once more for battle. Her senses heightened through the Force, slowly the indiscernible vibration grew to the barest tickling of touch. Then more to frantic rubbing together of surfaces, and even more till it felt as if her hands themselves were vibrating.

"Aihara, I'll need you to stay close. Don't go wandering off."

The words shattered the girls wall of concentration, pulling her back to reality. "You got it." she said as she stood and gripped one of the overhead handles to steady herself. Let's get down to business.