[TGE vs. SJO] Eklipse das Licht; Imperial Invasion of Silver Jedi Charros IV

[Riamah]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Don't panic
Allies: [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Aldrenek Valen"]
Enemies: SJO and allies

The sounds of the battle filled the cat's ears. This was something she had trained her life for. Yet each time it was still a shock. Even in a space fight, one could still hear the sounds of death and feel the victory. It was the same on the ground.

Nodding to the other four, she watched as they all trooped out and Ailuros didn't get the chance to say anything to any of them before they ran off into the fray.

Deciding the best course of action was to follow Alema, at least until that shield came down over the city. Running after the woman, Auliros avoided getting shot, but none of her own weapons were long range and she was unable to shoot back.

Alema was already far in front of her when a shadow fell over them. The trianni stopped to look up and saw what was about to happen. It was as the inquisitor had suggested might and one of the star destroyers was going to crash into the city.

The normally perky cat actually puffed up and if anybody was looking, she appeared to be one-third larger than normal and her ears her flat back on her head. She was about half way between the ship and where Alema was heading. Turning back, she raced back to the ship to get on coms.

"This is ISB Agent Ailuros. Myself and five others are about to have that destroyer impact near us."

Luckily she had gone back as the portable com unit was still there. Grabbing that, Ailuros ran off again in pursuit of Alema.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Bimmisaari - Saari Ha Enclave, Camp Kresh
Objective: Humanitarian Mission
Allies: SJO - [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Charity Luckless"], [member="Eri'anya Forr"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"]
Opposition: [member="Atmeiktes"], [member="Gorba the Hutt"], GE

Valae’s eyes were drawn up towards the sky, relief had arrived in the form of the Iron Imperial Marines. As a few shuttles passed overhead, she blew out a sigh. She imagined that they would be settling down near the camp. It wasn’t long before their forces could be seen unloading crates of supplies. The uniform-clad form of a man stepped forward, making his presence known. However, he remained a respectful distance from the group of Jedi women. Clearing her throat quietly, Valae moved forward to make an introduction. As she stepped away, she offered a smile to Knight Forr as the young woman went off to see to the refugees.

“Good afternoon,” She said with a nod, “I’m Valae Kitra -- you are with the Iron Empire, I presume?”

The Jedi healer extended her hand in greeting. But as she did so, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling inside. They had already been informed of the unfortunate situation playing out on Charros IV. Perhaps the insight gained by Knight Luckless warned of something closer to home. Blinking, she looked back to the uniformed man.

“We’re mighty thankful that you’ve come to assist with the refuges. As you can see, there’s much work left to be done.” Valae spoke softly to the man.

Just then -- her eyes saw movement at the far end of the camp. Knight Forr seemed to be pursuing a figure that was attempting to flee. And that wasn’t all. The camp was suddenly alight with several explosions, the blasts occurring at points scattered about the area. Valae’s heart seized, and her breath caught in her throat. This couldn’t be happening, not here. These were innocent people. They were folk that had been hoping to escape violence, and it had still found them. The scene was grim -- there was smoke still billowing up towards the sky, shattered living quarters… and of course, there were casualties. The medical triage droids went to work, as did the members of the Silver Circle healers and medics. As there was now smoke and green-hued gas, she signaled for everyone to place on their masks.

Without another thought, she rushed down to the point where there was an elderly woman seemingly being held hostage. Valae kept her arms relaxed down at her sides, palms visible to show that she was not a threat.

“Let her go,” She said firmly, “No one else needs to die today.”

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base
Objective: Organize and prepare defenses
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] all Silver Forces
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] all GE invasion forces

Spoiler: Gear

Light Combat Suit, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Flash Bangs

Spoiler: Troop Compisition

SJ/Regulars(6000) SJ/Heavy Weapons(500) Ranger Scout Division(1200) Ranger Combat Medics (1000) Ranger Scout Sniper(500) Infantry Total (8200)

Tanks/Support Craft Composition

Radmada Mortar Carrier (34 total,3 Squadrons of 12) KV-1 Bengal Main Battle Tank (28 total, 7 Squadrons of 4) KV-02 "Sabertooth" Mobile Artillery Platform (8 total, 4 Squadrons of 2) LLV-3 Contegori-class Mobile Shield Generator(6 total, 6 squadrons of 1) Tango APC (28 total, 2 squadrons of 14)

"No reports on allied Silver Jedi fleets yet, but we have confirmation on a group of twelve Vulture droids nearby that can rally to us!" A comms officer shouted, Dusaro nodded. "Have them scrable now and meet at sector Two-Four-Seven now! What is the ETA on those Star Destroyers and their troops!" "Momentary sir, they will be dropping down in seconds!" "Batteries are reporting solid hit on enemy SD, its engines are failing!" The Officer called out as 'The Diversity' was hit by a solid shot, the batteries hammering away their slow but devastating barrage. Dusaro snarled as he saw the ship's engines begin to fail as flame poured out from where the battery had hit. Then that snarl turned nasty as it started to inch its way forward, the massive engines kicking themselves back to life. His skin golden skin started to turn silver as it went forward twoards the city. "The batteries ar-" "Get battery zulu to fire on that approaching Star Destroy's port side engines with the next shot! It is going in for a ram!" Dusaro said over the communications officer who looked stunned, glancing out the window. The officer's eyes went wide as he quickly started to relay it. "Battery Zulu, hit that star destroyer's port side engines -now-! It is going in for a ram!" The man shouted into the mic, the gun on said cannon tilting, still in the process of recharging. But it was to late. As the cannon shot flew out and ripped into the Star Destroyer's port engines, all it did was knock it off course. It plowed right through the shield over the city, smashing into one of the two precious surface to orbit tubolasers cannons. While the shield generator had not been directly hit, it was not completly open. The second Orbital cannon in the city was still operational, but the massive crash of the star destroyer knocked out its power. It was being restored but it would take time. "Get Units Delta-Charlie-Whiskey-Kappa to go and check out that wreckage! We can not have stormtroopers pouring out on our rear! How is the evacuation going!?" Dusaro called, a comms officer looking between multiple screens. "We have around fourty percent of the local population aboard speeders, should i give the order to have them begin leaving?" "No wait for mo..." Dusaro had to stop himself. The Imperials were dedicated enough in this assault to orbitally bombard the planet and crash one of their precious SD's into the city. The people in those transports might not get another chance to escape. "...Yes. Order the evacuation to begin now!" The officer nodded solemly, giving out the order to the units who would be escorting the civilians out on hover crafts. Dusaro also quickly pulled out his own comms unit, attempting to get into contact with his fellow padawan Doug and get his status. If he could get into contact with Doug, he would tell him to try and regroup with the nearest group of Silver Troopers.

As for the wrecked Imperial ship, eight hundred SJ/Regulars along with fifty Heavy Weaopns squads and a hundred Ranger snipers would begin securing the crashed Star Destroyer. The Heavy Weapons squad set up to bombard any massed groups that had tried to make it out into the open while the Regualrs would make a battle line to keep the Imperials from pushing their way into the city from the crashed ship. The Snipers would pick out anyone trying to be sneaky. After the perimeter had been set, the Regulars would begin to breach the crashed Star Destroyer, planning to swiftly and efficently take it over and secure it. They were backed up by four KV-1 Bengal MBTs, to handle anything 'big' that might try to make its way out of the downed ship.

"Reporting the enemy has fully landed, totaling around... Six thousand enemy troops, exact numbers are as of yet unclear, as is composition!" "Now, get the artillery firing on them, blast 'em to hell! Get the LLV-3's shields up and covering the artillery as well!" He bellowed above the noise of the very busy command room, the operator switching frequencies and giving the order. Dull booms were heard as the KV-02 "Sabertooths" began their barrage on the large enemy formation. They had been dialing in the enemies drop location since the LAAT's had landed. The high explosive anti-infantry rounds would hit the ground, exploding in and around the enemy drop point with a staccato like barrage as the eight artillery got to work. The shield generating LLV-3's would also switch on, shielding the artillery from return fire. "Skirmish forces will continue to hold their position, the KV-1 Bengals defendin the outskirs will move back into the city to take cover untill the enemies Star Destroyers are out of range, we can't afford to loose those tanks!" "Copy that sir!" Came a snappy reply as the orders were given out, the rest of the Bengal tanks quickly retreating into the safety of the city for the moment while the infantry stayed in their positions, spread out and forming a defensive line, using various terrain to keep them in cover. Now that there was a momentary lul, the effects hit him. He could feel the deaths, feel the terror of those crushed under the Star Destroyer. He could feel the anger of those in the control room as they gave out orders with vindication. He had to force himself back from just grabbing his gear and rushing off to the front lines himself. 'Jedi sure as karking have a hard time don't they.' There was naught he could do now but wait. As he waited, the allied vulture Droids showed up, staying in the local air space and ready to fend off enemy fighters when they came. While they did have several Anti Aircraft guns in the city, they were shaken after the destroyer crashed into their home. Dusaro didn't exactly blame them.

 

[Viathae Qarmast]

Location: Bimmisaari - Saari Ha Enclave, Camp Kresh
Objective: Help and defend the refugees.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order - Master @Valae Kirta, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Charity Luckless"], [member="Eri'anya Forr"],
Enemies: Galactic Empire - [member="Atmeiktes"], [member="Gorba the Hutt"]

Viathae ensured that everyone had food and water by checking in with the aid workers. So far, the operation with the refugees had been going extremely well. It seems that the mission was working, until suddenly, she glanced overhead and explosions. "<LOOK OUT!!!>" she shouted at everyone that was infront of her and quickly, did the right thing and jumped as the explosions were hitting. As soon as that happened, New Mandalorian Secret Service and the small amount of the Self-Defense Force had begun to quickly rush over to aid their General. She gave a gasp and got a flash back to what had happened infront of her from the experience of her own clan, which was one of the reasons why she exiled herself... the barbaricism... it returns.

"<Get all available immediately to protect and hide the refugees. Now. On the double!>" she ordered as the guards went off to go and help. The aid workers held up their blasters in defense and begun to go and hide with as many refugees as she can. Viathae didn't bought a whole lot of New Mandalorians, but she never knew it was not enough for this.

It was then the smoke kicked in as she saw it and coughed and waved at one of her secret service to get her helmet, in which he did and threw it at her and put it on after fixing her hair quickly. She turned on her night vision as she begun to go around and try to find her allies, namely Valae, for if she is lost, the mission is lost. She glanced at also trying to find her other allies. With her hand close to her saber and her blaster pistol, she was ready to do something she hoped she didn't wanted to do: Combat.

Spoiler: New Mandalorian Forces Numbers

50 Aid Workers
8 New Mandalorian Secret Police
10 New Mandalorian Self-Defense Infantry

 

[Enara]

{4}
Location: On the Surface of Charros IV
Objective: Disable Planetary Defenses

Allies: The Galactic Empire, Ailuros, Aldrenek Valen, Adron Malvern (Kind of, If He Stops Throwing Star Destroyers On My Head)​

“Never a dull moment,” Alema said quietly as the ISB operatives elected to charge forward, guns blazing. Any hopes of stealth or subtlety were completely obliterated as their battle cries of the four agents rang out and they began to rush towards the tower. Sighing, she realized she had no choice but to join them in their assault. Hopefully ground forces were preparing to breach the other side of the city, distracting the local garrison from the small and, frankly, hopelessly outgunned group. The sapphire super-heated plasma of her lightsaber sprang to life and she moved quickly, deflecting the few blast bolts that came hurling her way. She turned back to the pilot who had deposited them on the surface and waved her arm forward, “come on,” she shouted over the sounds of the unexpected skirmish. She turned her attention back to the men and women of the SJO Regulars attempting to butcher them, “for the Empire,” she shouted as she reached out with the Force to shove the barrel of one man’s rifle just as he began to fire, causing him to shoot his ally in the leg.

She turned to the Special Agent who had initiated the conflict, “be on the lookout for…” she trailed off as a massive, looming shadow descended over them, her head craned upwards and saw the massive dagger shaped figure of a Star Destroyer moving towards the city. What are they… “it’s going to hit the…” she shouted, realization dawning on her a moment too late. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, the SD lofted to the side as its engines exploded again, it slammed into the shield causing the device to flicker as it was punctured, brining it down partially. Then, the city went black as power was lost. Around her, it seemed the scene had distracted the others as much as it had the young Inquisitor. Troops stood dumbfounded with weapons at their sides as they watched the explosive show, the ship slamming into the city, leveling entire blocks not very far away. Ironically, it seemed that one of the defensive towers was destroyed in the process, immediate retribution for having shot down the fearsome vessel.

Alema turned back to check on the wellbeing of everyone in her group, a small shriek escaping her as she spotted the cat whose fur had expanded massively. “Sorry,” she said, still clearly surprised, she tilted her head and squinted her eyes, focusing on the woman. “Um… does that… always… uh…” her statement was cut off as fire erupted once again, apparently everyone had managed to get their head back in the game. She turned, intending to deflect blaster fire, only to discover that the SJO Regulars were using slug throwers, and not only that, they were spraying the bullets quickly. Too quickly for her to even hope to intercept, and worse still, they were coming from different directions.

“Not good,” she said the bullets flew against her. It became quickly apparent that this was not the more advantageous position, and so shew threw herself, aided by the Force, to the side, rolling gracefully and ending crouched behind some debris for cover. “What are you doing Overseer,” she cried out to the cat who seemed almost impervious to the weapons fire, she could barely see the woman but managed to make out what looked like a device she had retrieved from the shuttle. Wait… the shuttle! Her eyes grew wide and she waved vigorously towards the transport, she could see the twin turbolasers mounted on the vessel. “Use the guns,” she screamed, trying to be heard over the sounds of battle, she pointed at the ship and screamed again, hoping desperately that the cat would be able to hear her “use the guns!”

 

[Subject 37]

CHARROS IV - Cathedral Factory, Southern Hemisphere
Enemies: SJO
Allies: TGE

The guards dropped to the floor with heavy thuds, each one struck with a single bolt from a bow or blaster.

Tyrian and the Legion worked quickly, moving up to the gates of the Cathedral Factory in the same heartbeat as the guards dropped. The Soldier clutched his particle bow tightly, a thin line having formed across his lips as he glanced up towards the grand structure above him. He motioned towards the Besalisk that had earlier dragged him from his seat in the container. The Alien shifted slightly and then moved forward, smashing his fists into the door once...twice, and then a third time.

The massive doors swung up, striking against the walls and causing an odd sort of chittering inside.

"Remember." He told the others as they stepped through the doorway. "We are servants of the Empire."

IT was all part of the plan. No one would doubt that the Imperials were here to cause destruction and death, after all they had begun all of this with an orbital bombardment. Tyrian knew this, and he knew how to exploit things. It wasn't like The Legion of the Damned or even the Sith Empire needed to be secretive about their killing of people in Jedi Held territory, but on this particular occasion? Well he'd rather the Jedi think it was someone else doing the killing.

He motioned towards his men to enter the Factory. "Spread out, kill everything that moves."

A moment after he spoke a gleefull chuckled escaped his men, the great Besalisk stepping forward with a grin as an odd looking woman stepped up behind Tyrian. She carried an odd serpent like creature around her arm, the amphistaff slithering down her form and into her palm.

"Careful, we need to leave the right traces."

Tyrian glanced at her for a moment, then gave her a slow nod. They had to use the right weapons to commit this massacre. The Empire was very particular about it's equipment, something that Tyrian had noted early on. Thanks to his dealings with one Gorba the Hutt however such things wouldn't be a problem.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Charros IV - Kadena Airbase
Allies: SJO - [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
Opposition: GE

“Yes, sir!” Roona said with a brief salute to the Colonel.

Though she didn’t know the man well on a personal note, she respected him. His track record with the Silver Order spoke for itself. Colonel Calderon had proven time and again that he was highly capable and loyal. Roona hoped that she could learn a thing or two by serving with him.
Turning, she motioned for the members of her squad to follow.

Reaching up once more, she touched the tips of her gloved fingers to the cut that marked her forehead. By now, the bleeding had mostly stopped. And so, the sergeant’s nonchalant expression disappeared beneath her helmet, green eyes peered through the dark visor. Jogging to keep up with the pack, she followed along behind the Colonel and his men.

While the situation here at the base was certainly hectic, Roona wasn’t sure what waited for them outside. However, images of crumbling buildings and wreckage were brought to life by her imagination. Deep down, she knew that there was a high chance that the actual situation was far worse than her imaginings. But there was very little time to muse, and even less to dwell. Green eyes watched from behind her visor as the members of her squad boarded the transport before her. Just as she moved to do so herself, a hand caught her shoulder.

“Sparrow called for an air evac for seven VIPs,” An officer spoke, “Inform the Colonel -- coordinates incoming.”

Roona’s helmet dipped into a nod, and she jumped swiftly board the transport. Moving to the seat just behind Valkren, she relayed the information. And a moment later, their comm would light up with the Grandmaster’s position -- just outside Xcan Workshop.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Time was an interesting concept, it moved and it didn't, it was everything and nothing. Charlyra had learn this on Coruscant as a child when she lived at the now ruined Jedi Temple. She thought on her master, her first master - she thought for a flickering moment on how disappointed he would have been with her. She had fallen so far, and the moment fled - her alarms screamed. She closed her eyes, no amount of piloting or maneuvering could compensate for the kill instead she set the shuttle to self-destruct and made for the best target she could find, the nearest ship as she headed for the escape pod. In the moments between the jettison, and the explosion Charlyra thought on the beautiful Mirialan Jedi who had so long ago captured her heart. I have failed you both, she thought as a gloved hand moved to the frame of the escape pod access.

Her helmet moved as she looked in the direction that the missile would come from, and as she stepped into the escape pod. She pulled through the force throwing her own ship's speed up, and then the hatch sealed as she buckled herself inside. The escape pod shuttered and then launched from its hatch, heading for the atmosphere of Bimmisaari just as the shuttle collided with ship and missile. Atmeiktes cared not for what it hit, just that she was not on it, she had met with death once before and card not to meet with him again. Instead she felt the pull of the G-forces as the escape pod rocketed toward the earth. It was a blind, dumb firing escape pod and all she could do was relax, if she pulled on her powers again she'd be completely depleted.

And so now all she could do was pray, pray for a swift death or that she could survive whatever happened next.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{6}
Location: Charros IV
Objective: Attack the city
Allies: [member="Anya Malvern"][member="Alema Valla"] [member="Ailuros"]

Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] The Silver Jedi Order & Allies

Adron's eyes narrowed as the Imperial Destroyer was fired on by the surface to air turrets. The guns had managed to knock the Destroyer off course, slamming into the edge of the city, rather than completely toppling the entire populace. A breath of relief escaped the Moff, even he did not wish to see that many civilians killed for no reason, yet his mission was far from over.

He turned to [member="Anya Malvern"] , gesturing towards the city in the distance. "Are you ready? We need t-" Explosions sounded through the entirety of the assembly zone, heavy artillery raining down on their unified force. "That's it, move the troops in, company by company, spread formation! Do not let those artillery batteries catch us unawares again!"

Marshal Vette saw to the High Moff's orders. The Infantrymen scattered from the assembly area, what remained of them began to march on the city, in a largely spread formation. The artillery impacted them, however they were far more protected than they were on the ground. "Sir, Civilian speeders are attempting to flee the city. Orders?" One of the staff officer's approached, gesturing to the horizon where a caravan of speeders could be seen.

Adron paused a moment before looking to the Marshal, explosions still sounding out over the area. "Let them go. Scramble all fighters from the fleet. Tell them to level the city, level the enemy, level everything! And order the fleet to target the enemy artillery locations, let us see how long they can stand against those Naval guns. Now get this damned LZ clear before we're all blown to hell!"

Adron looked to Anya, gesturing to a nearby LAAT gunship. "Let's move." He declared, making his way to the gunship. As the original troop complement loaded back into their transports, they all awaited the first gunship to go into the air.

Adron on his troop of Novatrooper's loaded onto the LAAT, as he stood silently he awaited the transport door to close. Only moments later they were in the air, flying into the lower atmosphere and making their way to the city. Adron watched as a defensive squadron of TIE fighters moved to defend his own convoy.

~~~~Bothawui Sector Invasion Force~~~~
Summary: Imperial Army begins approaching the city after taking moderate damage from Artillery fire. The Flagship, Courageous fires on enemy artillery positions while the rest of the fleet falls back to deploy heavy weaponry, fighters deploy to destroy the SJO base and city.

INV Courageous {FS}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Main batteries firing on enemy artillery positions~2900M

The Resolute, The Masterful, The Omniscient {ECx3}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Retreating outside of the bombing zone, Dropping Heavy Weaponry-3375M

The Swarm {SC}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Fighters Deployed-2375M

• ​x4 squadrons (x48) of TIE/LN Starfighters 100%- Assaulting the city
• x2 squadrons (x24) of TIE/IN Interceptors 100%- Assaulting the city

The Diversity {TT}- Downed- All systems Failed- Troop complement deploying in the edge of the city at 30% {400 Imperial Stormtroopers}

Velox Class Corvette Gunship{x4}-Hovering over Imperial Staging Area, firing on the city-1098M

Division Class Dropships {DSx8}- Leaving the planet

LAAT gunships{x12}- Full Troop Complement- Flying towards the city for pre-invasion maneuvers. 300 Imperial Stormtroopers 10 Imperial Novatroopers

Imperial Line Infantry- Imperial Stormtroopers- 5278 soldiers deploying to attack the city.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Stop a Bullet
Aboard the Knightsbane
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Aedan Miles"] (I guess), The Galactic Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member=HK-36], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member=Sko'saht], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member="Relina Zhan"]
Objective: Unveil the Dark Side

As the moments passed and the bright colors of destruction flashed by, the pleasuring splashes of death as fighters exploded, with brilliant gleaming reds and greens of turbolaser fire erupting through the void of space before her frosted gaze, Irina kept her focus tethered to the tactics played by their opponents. A play of force, a brutal display of might through numbers and overwhelming barrages of weapons and missiles, the Silver Jedi Order had, indeed, played every card they could with the hand that they had been dealt. She saw to it, to allow their confidence to swell like an arrogant bubble - to let them believe that their upper hand was one worth mentioning, that the ideals they fought for, the freedom of their people and even the lives of the so-called innocent were a combined force to be reckoned with. It was a simple tactic, an effective one. Bring the enemy together, unite them, but do not strengthen them. Watch them fester, then pull them in with the bait - the genocide, in this instance, perfect for the trap set - and then strike again with an increased number, like the jaws of death or the pincer of some magnificent crustacean and allow them to believe it the extent of the ploy.

She knew, perhaps in advance, of the traitorous ways of one of their enemies, and she allowed what could have appeared, to some naval commanders, as the perfect opportunity to spring a third step to pass, to simply allow her foes to grow in frustration, not to let the fear set in just yet - though fear, indeed, was a delicacy for both her and those that she represented. No, she allowed them to divert their attention when one of the allies of the Galactic Empire, [member="Adron Malvern"], and the traitorous pirate split the focus of those that defended the Silver Jedi. Had they known of her involvement, of her abilities, this perhaps would have been for naught, as careful planning could have negated even this specially crafted trap - but it was the silent glee she took in their ignorance to the shadow that lie in wait for their separation that drove her so close to the edge, that ran the chilling shiver up her spine and crawled across her skin like only the most intense high.

It was the moment that the bridge chatter revolved around the splitting of a portion of the Hapan fleet that her eyes - closed as they had been - slowly opened as they rolled back. All of that death, the carnage, the anger and the rage - the frustration, the hate, fear and grief - all of the darkest emotions and the pain she had pulled into her self now frothed up from within her like the boiling magma that had wretched up on the surface of Eol Sha during the Sith incursion through the Dominion's space. Those on the ship, ignorant to the force and all of its intricacies, were oblivious to the sudden surge of the dark side from the bridge of the ship that rippled outwards from the ship like a seismic wave that could be felt through the force. It twisted, it distorted, and it rendered real the imagination that dwelt within the mind of the witch. The force, to the Jedi, was a means to an end - and to the Sith it was an end in and of itself - but to the witch it was the canvas on which life was painted, too important to be a mere tool and not quite the source of enlightenment or freedom, and it was on this canvas that the sorceress dragged her metaphorical pen into play.

From far below the multiple naval engagements, the fleets of those aligned with the Jedi and the Empire, emerged, as if from hyperspace, a mass of starships that dwarfed the numbers presented by the Empire itself. Practically identical in appearance to the ships of the Sith Empire, this illusory fleet, filled with cruisers, frigates, corvettes, were as realistic as the memory of the Yagan witch that had carefully studied them during the incursions of Krayiss II and Eol Sha. As they emerged so, too, did a swarm of starfighters and interceptors of the TIE design and color scheme. But hidden within this illusory fleet were ships of real metal - actual ships loaned by the Sith Empire that were considered disposable only for this one tactical play. They weren't meant to be destroyed and discarded, of course, but their expense had already been accounted for when this tactic had been approved. Cruisers, frigates - and the starfighters and smaller crafts within - truly had emerged with this massive illusion force in a one-two-punch that would allow the sensors of the ships that the enemies operated to not open the eyes of those deceived.

Irina Volkov, the Witch of the Dark Lord of the Sith, had played her hand - and though she still had a card or two hidden up her sleeve, this was the one which she was most prepared for. She craved the fear and the shock that it would trigger, especially to those who relied on the force to combat them as pilots, and the chaotic disarray that it would set their combined forces into.

​

Spoiler: Arriving Fleet (The Real Ships)

• Fate's Visage (1950 m)
  ​Hangar: 2 Squadron TIE Liberator

[*]Fist of Bastion (1000 m)

• ​Hangar: 1 Squadron Fury-Class Starfighter

[*]Grip of Mygeeto (1000 m)

• ​Hangar: 1 Squadron Fury-Class Starfighter

[*]Revocation-class Missile Frigate [x2] (870 m total)
[*]Velox-class Fast Frigate [x4] (1600 m total)

• Combined Hangars: 4 Squadrons TIE Liberator

OOC Note: Regarding the illusion fleet, which is not listed above, please feel free to imagine them as whatever kind of ships you would normally associate with the Sith Empire, the above can be used as a basis for it. These illusions will be unable to actually harm your ships, they are only meant to provide an ample form of distraction and act as a temporary diversion. As far as a general idea of how large of a force this illusion would appear as, just imagine a "large" fleet that, when combined with the above, would appear similar in size to those ships already present.

 

[Anya Malvern]

6
Charros IV
Objective-attack the city
Allies-[member="Adron Malvern"] the empire and her allies
Enemies-jedi and all who stand by them

The destroyer was falling and falling, her eyes widened then relief as it was kncoked off course, she was very relieved to know that no one would be getting killed that didn't deserve it

She glanced to adron, however as the artillery rained hell she put herself close to him determined to take any shrapnel from the blast. He had protected her so much she wanted to repay him in any way possible...even if it meant getting hurt

She looked around as she tightened the grip on her blade, she was ready to defend barely hearing the officer but she turned seeing the civilians fleeing and closed her eyes letting a breath out....she knew how they felt and honestly wish this wasn't to happen...but nothing to be done and she didn't need to sulk this was to secure a better future...for her future children and beyond..and for adron

Again she heard again snapped out if her little daze as she turned and nodded before lowering her voice

you think we'll be able to capture the city...withiut getting blasted it hurt that is

She frowned at that thought a s she boarded and sat by him quiet again as she simply jist thought about what was going on...

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Irina Volkov"]

Relina was one of the first to see this illusiary fleet appear of out of nowhere. The Fleet that had dropped out of hyperspace was ENORMOUS! "... Ly'dia Where the frak did they get all of those?" She asked, gritting her teeth. her heart sank into her chest as the enemy invasive forces now appeared to be of overwhelming and impossible proportions. How could they possible field a fleet this size? Where did the resources come from? How long could the entirety of the Hapan Royal Navy back home hold these kinds of numbers off should the Consortium again be targeted? The Navy by far had a solid home field advantage in the Transitory Mists and that entire area was under border quarantine for exactly this reason. She even felt a wave of dread.... centred on a... a ship? She followed the direction that black wave of anguish and darkness had come from and locked onto one particular ship.... but why this one?

However, she started to calm down when she noticed only a handful of the gigantic fleet was targetable. Literally, less than half of them registered on her IFF, let alone on sensors, yet there they were before her eyes... plain as day.

"One to Command..... there is.. something strange happening here. Use your sensors to target. Some of those ships don't register. I had heard talk of using holograms to puff up apparent fleet sizes as psychological warfare tactics in Paragon's boardroom. Perhaps our Imperials friends here have beat us to that technology. That's the only explanation I have for this phenomenon. They are NOT, repeat, NOT stealth. Use your sensors. Fire on only what you can lock onto." She said over the comm, her tone no longer gravelly and her heart no longer sunk.

Relina would turn toward the ship she felt the dark energy pulse from, ignoring the new ships and their fake counterparts, now suspecting them for what they were. "Never-mind, Iron Lord Protector. I have found an ideal target. Angel Team, Sorceress Team, Target that ship's shield generators, life support, and engines. All weapons authorised. Do not fight alone." She ordered, beginning to feel that odd river of energy running through her again. She wouldn't hide from it this time, but rather, would follow it. It had yet to let her down, although it was feral, wild, and unhoned in her. The Force was strong with this Hapan pilot.

Relina switched to her GAM-120 "shockhammer' missiles and scanned the ship for a hardpoint to hit. Specifically, she was seeking one connected to life support. When she had tone on what appeared to be a suitable hardpoint, she fired. "Radar lock! Angel one, Magnum!"

A Shockhammer was basically a stronger Void-7 Seismic Charge in missile form. The Terminus's stealth was useful to get that close in the first place before banking to evade point defense lasers or the idiot TIE pilot that wanted to tangle with Apollyon the Slayer.

 

[Subject 37]

CHARROS IV - Cathedral Factory, Southern Hemisphere
Enemies: SJO
Allies: TGE

Things take very long after that.

The Cathedral Factories were an important asset to Charros, but they were in the end just factories, not fortresses. These places had not been designed as Bastions against attack and assault. It was that fact of course that made them such a poor target for planetary assault. Capturing and holding the Cathedral Factories would have been impossible. Their thin walls and confusing layout made for an impossible to defend outpost, not to mention that the odd angles of the halls and the machinery everywhere made fighting more difficult than most urban combat.

It was a good thing then that Tyrian wasn't here to hold the Factories, nor was he here to claim them for himself. He was sure that if the Empire seized this world they would ravage Charros to the best of their abilities, but The Legion intended to beat them to the punch.

As Tyrian wandered the factory he slowly replaced the bow on his back, drawing just a single blaster pistol and stepping through the various doorways to head deeper into the factory itself. In the distance he could hear the echoing sounds of slaughter, his men working their way to clear the factory. Allara followed closely behind him, the Twisted Yuuzhan Vong woman falling into step as her Amphistaff slowly curled and wound it's way around her arm over and over again. "Central databanks."

He pointed down the hall.

Information had always been the most vital part of any war. It above all else was the key, and Tyrian knew that. Slowly the two walked down a hall until they reached a thick blast door, the heavy durasteel having settled into place mere moments ago as the fleeing factory workers attempted to bar the way. Tyrian frowned slightly, glancing towards Allara who gave him a small, almost happy smile.

"Do not worry, dearest."

The Amphistaff the woman held slowly slithered up her body, surrounding her neck and coming to rest on her shoulders as the Vong woman pulled a small object from her tunic. She placed it against the central lock of the door and then stepped away, glancing at Tyrian for just a moment. A second later the durasteel lock began to sizzle, the acidic sound of acid eating through metal ringing in the hall.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base
Objective: Organize and prepare defenses
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] all Silver Forces
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Ailuros"] [member="Aldrenek Valen"] all GE invasion forces

Spoiler: Gear

Light Combat Suit, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Flash Bangs

Spoiler: Troop Compisition

SJ/Regulars(6000) SJ/Heavy Weapons(500) Ranger Scout Division(1200) Ranger Combat Medics (1000) Ranger Scout Sniper(500) Infantry Total (8200)

Tanks/Support Craft Composition

Radmada Mortar Carrier (34 total,3 Squadrons of 12) KV-1 Bengal Main Battle Tank (28 total, 7 Squadrons of 4) KV-02 "Sabertooth" Mobile Artillery Platform (8 total, 4 Squadrons of 2) LLV-3 Contegori-class Mobile Shield Generator(6 total, 6 squadrons of 1) Tango APC (28 total, 2 squadrons of 14)

"First barrage made contact, they are starting to scatter and advance in companies! They are maing a head line for the city, orders sir?" "Incoming fighters, they are deploying now! Reporting... Roughly sixty TIE-Fighters coming for us! It looks like they are preparing for anti-ground operations!" "LAATS are coming for the city, likely attempting flanking manuvers!" Dusaro shifted, looking at the map for a breif moment. This was getting out of hand. He needed to swing the battle in his favor. "We are shifting our frontline! Left side will pull back closer to the city, right side will adjust to keep the front line straight. All Anti-air guns focus fire on their fighters, the Vulture droids engage the enemies LAAT's, i do not want them landing in our back field! Have the forces in the ravines pull back to point Alpha-Zulu-Echo-Kilo! Call is midnight, i say again midnight!" "Sir, reporting enemy special forces attacking our orbital cannon, they are requesting support! They have a force user with them!" "Divert one of the KV-01 Bengal MBT's to give them assistance, along with a squad of Snipers to defend the tank from enemy heavy weapons! Pincer them between the tank and our own defense forces!"

Dusaro was actaully starting to sweat. He wasn't tired, but the intensity of commanding all these actions in such a short amout of time was far more stressful then he expected. A hand reached up and wiped the sweat off his brow and it was then he realized his skin was only just starting to turn from its silver tones back to golden. 'Heh, some brave commander i am huh?' He thought, grabbing a bottle of water and downing it in a few quick gulps.


The TIE-Fighters when they came screaming in would meet with a hail of Anti-Air fire from the city itself as well as the far more heavily defended base, manned turrets and automated defenses alike lighting them up in a conflagoration of death. While most of the automated defenses in the city itself had been knocked out by the powersurge, some were starting to come back online and reboot but thanks to a number of manually operated AAA guns, they were not completly without defense. As the base and cities Triple-A engaged the ties, the vulture droids would come in screaming at the LAATS as they got near the city. The squadron went right after the LAAT's, arming their torpedoes and locking onto the LAATs, firing their payload off before pulling off to avoid the turrets on the LAATs, starting to harass and engage them as they tried to come in for a landing. The ground forces that were soon to be the front line shifted, giving off a defensive line that was not likely to budge against the incoming roughly six thousand stormtroopers. Not if they went after the city at least. But there was a opening in their defneses. The ravine was completly open, the end of the Silver Jedi's defense line not extending all the way to it. Across that ravine was their main base. Because of how shallow it was in that area, it would be possible to cross it and assault the base directly. The base itself was considerably more lightly defended then the city itself, the defenders not expecting anyone to attempt a assault on the base it seemed. That said it did have an array of anti-infantry emplacements, but a focused push with siginifigant forces would most certainly overwhelm those defenses. It would also give them cover against the artillery that was plaguing their assault and remove the vast majority of their anti-air power.

The w-165 planetary turbolaser battery was suprised but not caught off guard by the sudden onslaught. They lost eight of their fifty SJ/Regulars from the sudden onslaught, along with several units who had been on patrol around its base and were caught off guard. When the skirmish started to ensue they lost another four from the enemies repeater. They worked on forming a defensive line against the attackers, taking up defensive positions on the heavily armored ring and returning fire while waiting for support. The enemy force user was a paticularly nasty worry, sure they had slugthrowers but that was no guarantee of safety against the force. For all they knew she was a master of the arts.

As for the situation where the Inquisitor and her allies were assaulting the base, they would start to hear the keening of repulsor engines as the skirmish raged. Ten Ranger snipers jumped off the vehicle before it got into sight, breaking into two fireteams of five and going into the rubble to take up hidden locations to support the tank from the shadows. The main mass-driver weapon did not fire but it did open up with the coaxial heavy particl cannon as its gunner started focusing down the enemies it saw. The 40-mm autoripper cannon also started to rear its head, the front hull mounted weapon starting to spray out automatic death at those it saw. The KP-1 'Casper' system similarly was armed in preperation for enemy missiles or grenades that might be aimed at the vehicle. Though that system would not defend against energy weapons and as the tank was alone, it could not defend against overwhelming amounts of enemy launchers. Which is what the snipers were for, who kept quiet and paitently waited for any enemy heavy weapons units to show themselves, before shooting those who tried to go after the tank.

As all those commands were given out and reports continued to pile in, Dusaro leaned against the table for a moment. His stomach was churning and his 'hackles' were raised. It wasn't until now that he realized a nasty snarl had been plasterd across his lips. It was not fear. It was because he knew. This was the moment. The moment when things would be decided, the course of this invasion. No matter what came after, this would set the stage for what was to come. It was because he knew that, he couldn't control himself. It was a feeling removed from fear and closer to thrill. He wanted to see where this would go. He wanted to direct it, to lead them to victory with his own two hands. Everything went silent in his mind for a moment as he realized that. The fact that the look on his face had never been one of hatred. Shaking his head he turned back to reality from his momentary reflection. Dusaro would make this battle his and push these invading bastards out.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Bimmisaari - Tower of Law basement
Objective: Lock the city down
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Eri'anya Forr"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] (ground) [member="Zeradias Mant"] (orbit)
Enemies: [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Atmeiktes"]

Jessica feels a disturbance in the Force consistent with a massacre, centered on the area of the Saari Ha enclave they call Camp Kresh. Hundreds of refugees have died in a short span of time, the perpetrators were using area-of-effect kind of things to kill refugees, that's what Jessica could make out given the speed at which the deaths occurred. But she could not make out exactly what these were: it could be explosives, it could be quick-action toxins, it could be something else entirely. I guess, these were the work of disgruntled refugees, she thought, while also pondering the possibility that the GE may have planted the disgruntled refugees for that purpose. Especially in the wake of the disaster on Charros IV. So she had one of the Bimm personnel in the command bunker open a channel to one [member="Valae Kitra"] while the Bimms with her in the command bunker are shocked to realize what was happening in the camp. So much death! She had to do something... but then again nearly every soldier on this planet was either in the refugee enclave or in the city.

"It appears that disgruntled refugees have planted charges inside Camp Kresh. It's also possible that, if the perpetrators were in a belligerent's pay, they may as well be committing war crimes"

"Is that the Galactic Empire's doing? After what has been done on Charros IV, we cannot rule that out" the Bimm intelligence officer told Jessica.

"Channel open with the enclave" the Bimm communications officer acknowledged.

"This is Master Med-Beq; try to find anything suspicious among the refugees. It's entirely possible that some disgruntled refugees, or worse, enemy agents are posing as refugees. Check the security feeds, the refugee manifests for information that could lead to the perpetrators. Are there any leads you currently have? Do they lead to the GE or any other known SJ enemy?" she would tell Valae, the Jedi whom many called Vee among the Silver Circle.

Meanwhile, the flight of fighters belonging to Salamat Squadron confirmed the kill of [member="Atmeiktes"]' shuttle, which crashed against one of [member="Zeradias Mant"]'s ships in orbit over Bimmisaari. The resulting debris made the interceptors bleed shields, but they were able to use their speed to avoid the worst of the deflagration, and because the interceptors were covering for the bombers, the two bombers were also able to avoid the worst, with some scrapes to their hulls due to their absence of particle shields. They began their descent back into atmosphere, while being mindful of not hitting the escape pod on their way back down and resume their patrol of the region, knowing that intentionally firing on the escape pod was a war crime. But upon going down to the surface, the pilots found that there were a few spots marked with odd-colored clouds within the area marked as Camp Kresh on the collision avoidance system, which were presumably where the charges detonated inside the enclave. The pilots will realize that, as the smoke clears, more and more dead bodies are piling up in the enclave even though the process of locking down the enclave was well underway as an attempt to limit the damage done by these disgruntled refugees, regardless of whether or not they were acting for another party external to the refugees themselves.

Spoiler: Order of battle

Aircraft:

• 120 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
• 120 Chiloon fighter-bombers

Ground forces:

• Infantry:
  12,000 SJ regulars
• 1000 SJ heavy weapons infantry
• 1000 Ranger combat medics
• 500 Thermobaric Bombardiers
• 500 Ranger Scout Snipers

[*]​Artillery:

• 120 ​Irnfall main battle tanks
• 60 Radama mortar carriers
• 126 Hwacha MLRS
• 40 Hawk SAM Mk1s

​​Fortifications:

• 150 Kushibah all-purpose turrets
• 10 Ison surface-to-orbit turbolasers

 

[Riamah]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Take out a few troops and the tank
Allies: [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Aldrenek Valen"]
Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Douglas Starwind"]

Seeing the motions of Alema, Ailuros ran back to her ship as quickly as her paws could carry her. Keeping her hold on the coms unit, she opened the door, ran in and left it open behind her. Everything was secure aboard, so nothing would fall out the rear end. Setting the coms unit next to her on her seat, the cat took her ship up, but not too high. Not high enough that the other city defenses would pick her up.

Watching her own men and women, she knew she had to be careful. Piloting the ship and shooting the guns was going to be a difficult feat. Wrapping a tail around the steering controls of the ship, Ailuros powered up one of the twin turbolasers of the ship. Focusing on the task at hand, Ailuros didn't notice her tail unwrapped from the controls of the ship, but stayed on its course.

It took her only moments to arrive where she had left Alema, Aldrenek and the other agents behind. One of the agents was down, but not out and sheltering behind a fallen tree for coverage while managing to shoot out a few blasts at the oncoming troops. The fact they had only brought six and they had lived this long was surprising.

Taking careful aim with that turbolaser, Ailuros sent a couple of shots in the direction of the Bengal Battle Tank that was firing on her men and women. The cat knew when they were outmatched and stirring up this hornet's nest was one of these times. A retreat was needed.

Turning her attention back to the controls, Ailuros blinked a moment and resumed her seat. Bring the rear of the ship down facing Alema so she could climb aboard with the wounded agent as well as Aldrenek and the two agents with him. Her tail lashed out and she fired broadly with it at the turbolaser controls in the direction of the troops still heading their way.

If it didn't kill any of them, it should at least stop them from advancing any further than they already were.

 

[Adron Malvern]

{7}
Location: Charros IV Atmosphere
Objective: Rally landing troops, prepare staging point
Allies: [member="Anya Malvern"][member="Alema Valla"]

Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] The Silver Jedi Order & Allies

Adron stood silently as the LAAT convoy and it's fighter escort zoomed towards the city. The escort of four fighters was rather light but all they needed for the mission the High Moff had planned.

"Sir, incoming enemy fighters. Vulture-Class by the looks of them."

Vultures....damn. Those things are nasty. Adron mused, looking to the LAAT ships surrounding his own. "Escort fighters, full ahead, LAAT pilots be prepared to cut to rear on my mark." The Moff glanced down, they had passed the enemy front line infantrymen and were headed for the city. A moment passed and a soft whirring grew louder and louder. A soft exhale erupted from Adron when he saw the TIE escort fly off, ahead of their convoy. Fighter fire erupted around the convoy and it soon became obvious they could not last as it was, however that was not his plan. "Cut to rear!" He yelled out.

The TIE escort scrambled with the Vulture Droids as all of the LAAT's entered into a wide curve, turning back to where they had come from.

"Pilot, land us right in front of the enemy, center mass. Use your turrets and do what you can to keep them off of us."

"Yes, sir! We'll have to be fast with those Vultures on us, the TIE fighters can't hold them off for long!" The pilot called back to him.

"Do what you have to do, just get us on the ground!"

"Yes sir!" The pilot called out.

Adron turned to look back at the vulture droids, they had already chewed down one of the LAAT's and two of the fighters. If they were not fast the Moff would lose all of the Vanguard he had intended to deploy.

He watched as the enemy main force came into sight. Drawing his lightsaber from it's place on his waist he looked to Anya with a smile. "Do not get hurt, my love. I'd hate to have to kill them all myself." He joked with the woman as the LAAT came in for a sharp landing, hovering over the ground idly as Adron called out. "Attack!"

Jumping off the transport Adron watched as the LAAT's turrets smashed into the front line of the enemy, forcing them into a momentary point of disarray so Adron and his troops could engage. The few hundred men still left unloaded out of the transports, yelling out as their blasters came to life, slamming into the Silver Jedi Regulars.

Adron's white blade came to life, slicing into the first man he could make contact with. Carving his blade over the man's chest he quickly stepped back into a defensive position, attempting to dodge slug rounds as they flew towards him. "We must hold the line until the main army can reach us!" Adron watched as his Novatrooper's took up a defensive formation around him, expertly blasting through the Silver Jedi as the rest of the Stormtroopers advanced. "Keep the momentum." Adron huffed before sprinting forward, leading his Vanguard into battle.

In the skies two more of the LAAT gunships had been destroyed, while the remainder attempted to deal with the remaining Vulture droids. A fresh squadron of TIE fighters deployed from the assault on the city to aid the LAAT's, after defending them the air troops would fire on the Silver Jedi's forces, hoping to keep their High Moff out of as much danger as possible.

The Imperial Flagship was faring about as well as the rest of the Empire, just enough to still be worth the struggle. The first line of shielding was in complete failure, had the ship not had a second set of shields it would be suffering massive damage. However, it was able to resist a few more blasts before such a fate. Not to say there were not consequences, the secondary shielding took power from the main weaponry, only half of the ship's firing systems and weaponry coming on line to destroy the enemy shields.

The corvette's guiding the flagship seemed to be advancing on the city, having orders to attempt and aid in the destruction of the enemy AAA guns.

In the city what remained of the TIE fighters had elevated from the peak of the city, trying to keep clear of the AA guns, however they had suffered grievous casualties and it appeared that maneuver would end in failure.



~~~~Bothawui Sector Invasion Force~~~~
Summary: Imperial Army continues it's approach on the city, still taking considerable damage from the artillery batteries. The Flagship, Courageous continues to fire on enemy artillery and shield positions while the rest of the fleet falls back to deploy heavy weaponry, a squadron of fighters turns back to aid the High Moff while the rest tangle with the cities AA guns.

INV Courageous {FS}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 50%-Main batteries firing on enemy artillery positions and shields~2900M

The Resolute, The Masterful, The Omniscient {ECx3}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Dropping Heavy Weaponry-3375M

The Swarm {SC}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Fighters Deployed-2375M

• ​x2 squadrons (x24) of TIE/LN Starfighters 100%- Assaulting the city
• x2 squadrons (x20) of TIE/IN Interceptors 100%- {10} Protecting the High Moff and LAAT ships, {10} Assaulting the city

The Diversity {TT}- Downed- All systems Failed- Troop complement eliminated {KIA, DIA}

Velox Class Corvette Gunship{x4}-Hovering over Imperial Staging Area, firing on the enemy AA guns-1098M

Division Class Dropships {DSx8}- Out of Combat- In space, awaiting the battle's end.

LAAT gunships{x9}- Full Troop Complement- Flying towards the city for pre-invasion maneuvers. 248 Imperial Stormtroopers 10 Imperial Novatroopers


Imperial Line Infantry-Imperial Stormtroopers- 5026 soldiers deploying to attack the city.

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Things have been going smoothly thus far. Zeradias hadn't heard any reports from the surface of Bimmisari since LTC Rooke landed. He took that as a good sign. The man was a sound military officer, capable of making decisions on his own. If he hadn't heard anything yet, there was likely nothing worth reporting. The first report didn't come from the ground, though.

The alarms stopped blaring, but the fleet was still in condition one, a state of high alert and readiness. After the initial transition, things were a bit hectic, but have generally slowed down. Suddenly, people started moving more frantically on the bridge.

"The Kearsarge has been hit!"

"Status?"

"The shields absorbed most of the blow, but engineering is reporting a loss of internal pressure."

"Answers!", Odion bellowed, aggressively walking to the center of the bridge. It wasn't like the former chaplain to raise his voice, but in times of duress just about everyone understood. The chatter briefly halted, then it began again. There was only so much that could be done from the confines of the bridge. There were too many unanswered questions. How come the puppets didn't pick them up? How come whatever shot at the Kearsarge went completely undetected? A stealth ship could be in their midst.

"Scramble the fighters and power up active sonar. We're going to find these bastards.", he gnarled.

------​

​

"Ah, yes ma'am. Colonel Alyn Rooke.", he answered the Jedi cordially, extending a hand. As the woman made a remark about much work needing to be done, he let out a polite smile.

"We're here to assist however we can. If there's anything you need, you need only let me know." After a couple awkward moments, he nodded before preparing to take his leave. Before much could be done though, he noticed her eyes deviate from him and stare almost confusedly past him. The confused expression suddenly changed as her eyes widened, and then he himself turned to look. Explosions shook the camp, with marines and refugees alike scrambling, though for different reasons.

Valae bolted to help those who've been struck by violence in the one place they thought would protect them from it. Tonight would be a long night for both refugees and those who looked after them. Following the young Jedi, they stopped abruptly when they came across an elderly woman with a shiv to her throat. There were two marines already on scene, rifles aimed, ready to kill. Rooke stepped forward and lowered one of the rifles as Kitra calmly tried to deescalate the situation.

It wasn't going to be that easy, Rooke saw. The young man behind the elder had a certain craze to his eye, a bulge on his temple. He was acting irrationally, potentially with some sort of mental illness. He didn't just lower the weapon because the other marine was a crack shot - he knew that the Jedi Master might have a trick up her sleeve. He didn't fully understand the Force, but he knew it worked for some people. He didn't know how, it just did.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Master Kitra."

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | @Charity Lucklass | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] | [member="Viathae Qarmast"] | [member="Atmeiktes"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"]​

 

[Taygeta Lightkeeper]

[member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Zeradias Mant"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Charity Luckless"] [member="Eri'anya Forr"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Atmeiktes"]

Location: Bimmisaari
Objective: Lock down the city. Find the infiltrators.
Allies SJO, Hapes, and their allies.
Enemies: GE and their allies.

Taygeta was with her master, Jessica Med-Beq, learning more advanced techniques, having recently built a lightsabre of her own and now ready to begin her journey as a Jedi. However, she found herself taking these lessons in a warzone, the last place she would except to become her classroom. The scientist, upon feeling the tremour in the Force and seeing her Master's response to it, did her best to make herself useful in the interim, such as assisting with finding more information about the chemical weapon attack. She tried to reach out through the Force, to extend her senses through it far beyond their normal range.

For the moment, there was alot of sensory information to process. Many mixed emotions from a multitude of sources, faint sounds, some of it combat. She caught glimpses, fleeting visions of green gas and panicked running.... a standoff with a guy with a shiv and an old Gran against a short Jedi....then nothing but sensory 'static'. Farseeing mastery was still beyond her for the time being, but what little information she gleaned gave her something to go on.

"Master... I think someone near the gassed area needs help... an old man with a knife to his throat. My feelings say there is something there." she said.Frankly, she still had to get used to acting and thinking on feelings and instinct than overt, rationalised thought. Somehow, she would make this apparent conflict of professions work out in the end... compartmentalisation, perhaps?

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Bimmisaari,
Camp Kresh

The distraction worked well. Maybe a bit too well. Keeta's little hostage crisis had conjured up a whole host of concerned parties. Jedi, mostly, and others. Too many to kill. The Gank snorted. Fine. So long as the pack got away it didn't matter.

Keeta did not have a bulging vein in his forehead, nor did he have a shiv against the Gran's throat.

As previously mentioned, he had a helmet on and a blaster carbine pressed against the Gran's spine.

His other hand was wrapped around the Gran's throat.

The camp itself was in a state of panic. People were succumbing to the gas left and right. Medteams were moving in to respond, but generally those gassed died within a minute. Probably the most they could do was contain the spread of the Dioxis and shepherd people out of the way of any green cloud banks.

Since the situation had developed beyond Keeta's capabilities, there was only one option left. He let go of the carbine. It dropped to hang from the sling across his shoulder. In a flash, Keeta produced a spherical device that vaguely resembled a thermal detonator. If it was, the blast radius alone would wipe them all out. He retained his grip on the Gran's throat. The cybernetic hand was strong enough to crush the Gran's larynx in a blink. He'd squeezed hard enough that the Goathead wasn't bleating anymore. A very thin silver lining to this storm cloud.

"Back off or it won't just be the Gran I vape," he called to the group of Jedi and soldiers.

"Status?" he sent out silently to his squad, along with a thought image of his current situation through the shared implants.

The response was immediate. "Yikes. Both teams out. Coming in hot and low for your evac."


[member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] | [member="Viathae Qarmast"] | [member="Atmeiktes"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"]