Faction The Batorine Incursion

[Valery Noble]

The Batorine Incursion
Batorine
Music

"Tython is behind us, many of us are mentally and physically scarred and still licking wounds, but the war doesn't stop. The Maw's corridor into the Galactic Core remains a fact until we stand together to fight them back. Join me in a strike against the heart of their war machine in the core, and together we will drive them out again" - Valery Noble

Introduction​

Following the Battle of Tython, the Galactic Alliance turns its eyes to the extensive Maw presence within the core. The corridor they have created to reach Tython relies heavily on supplies that are processed and directed to the front via the world of Batorine. A space station in orbit of the planet has become a vital point for ship repairs and the distribution of heavy weaponry, while a facility on the surface is used as a large storage buffer.

In an attempt to cripple the Brotherhood war machine prior to a larger liberation front, Jedi Master Valery Noble of the NJO calls on all available Jedi, GA military forces, and those willing to fight for the Alliance's freedom and safety to join her for the Batrone Incursion. The plan will be to destroy the space station in orbit of the planet and neutralize the ground-based facility in a quick surprise attack.

Will the Jedi and Alliance prevail?

Briefing

Severing the veins​

"Together with Revenant Squadron, Jedi in fighters or bombers, and any other willing and capable pilots, your task is to neutralize the space station in orbit of Batorine. Its point-defense systems are not to be underestimated and expect enemy squadrons to strike back after the initial surprise has subsided. But with its destruction, the Maw's military might in the core will take a significant hit. For the liberation of our planets, this mission must succeed."

"Pilots, may the Force be with you." - Valery Noble

The heart of the Beast​

"While our pilots handle the space station in orbit, I will be leading a strike force against the armory on the surface. The Maw has large amounts of heavy weapons and vehicles in storage there, and the entire facility is heavily defended. You can expect a significant deployment of troops, defense turrets, and even the local population, who are known to be skilled assassins, have been recruited to keep us out."

"The chance for Sith to be present is high as well, so be on your guard and work together to destroy as much of their war machine as you can." - Valery Noble

BYOO​

Do you have other stories to tell on Batorine? Feel free to create something, or reach out to Valery Noble if you need any help to get something going!

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OOC Message
You're free to join any objective and work with others to tell a good story! Each objective can freely be interpreted and expanded upon. MAW writers are welcome to join as defenders as well! Coordinate something and have fun.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Heart of the Beast
Allies: Maw
Enemies: GA/Jedi Valery Noble

Since Tython what was once in a tight grip, now threatened to slip away entirely. With the death of Darth Solipsis everything felt hazy, as if the religious fervor was suddenly in doubt after the death of the Sith’Ari. Kyrel stood on the armory and pondered this sudden shift, wondering if Solipsis himself was responsible for the Maw’s fanatical crusade deep into the Core. Now all of that work had threatened to be undone. After being left for dead on Tython, Kyrel could barely remember what happened. Only he found himself in a healing trance within a bacta tank surrounded by his Knights of Ren.

The Wrath of the Maw had once more been deployed, his body still recovering. His senses since the battle had felt more in tuned, and yet the Force only felt like a dark abyss around him, so much so that whenever he tried to reach in he felt an echo and an endless need. The Wrath in his most vulnerable eagerly prayed to the Avatars to grant him strength to hold back those that threatened the Maw.

The Armory barely had enough men garrisoned to hold it. The Maw’s blitz had left them stretched thin, yet whe Kyrel arrived along with the Crimson Hands, what small force he gathered, along with anyone else may yet defend from the encroaching army of the GA. His bones aches, as his eyes snapped open looking up to the sky he could feel them out there. The Wrath didn’t know how he felt, but one thing was certain is that he only wished to devour them. To kill them and to eat his fill, be it Jedi or anyone that may challenge him.

His own men marched to some defensive positions, a few AA gun platforms in hopes of stalling enemy fighters, and to prevent anyone from landing. If need be the Maw would dig in tightly for as long as they needed to. With his hunger, he called the dark side to duel him, and with his dark corruption slowly spreading, he started to reinvigorate them in dark energy to help believe in the Maw cause. To fight and die in the name of the Maw. As the preparations were still underway, and the enemy soon to strike, he could only hope that the Maw could hold out. “War, Death, Rebirth!!!” He shouted to his men, in turn they shouted back. A smirk formed on his ugly face, damn today was a good day to die.

 

[Sol Stazi]

FINDSMAN COMPANY
BATORINE
Valery Noble Kyrel Ren

Colonel Stazi could feel the thrum of herglic rage metal even if Batorine's upper atmosphere muffled almost everything else. Their troop carrier was an old army model, not as advanced as a marine gunship but fast and powerful enough for rapid insertions. He cradled his battered A300 rifle against the blast vest he wore over fatigues.

"Pathfinders, eyes up!" Sol hollered into their comlinks, "Secure my dank landing zone!"

Their pilot came in fast and at a slight tilt. Stazi kicked the side hatch open and flung himself onto alien soil. His transport shredded the terrain ahead with particle cannon fire, but the one that came in behind took a direct hit from ground defense and narrowly missed crashing on top of the duros' head. Intermittent blaster fire swept the landscape as more Alliance troopers landed and moved forward into positions of cover.

Red eyes shined in the embers of a heavy cigarra. Sol drew a flare gun from his belt and fired it directly overhead, marking their position for the incoming Jedi strike team.

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Batorine
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kyrel Ren Sol Stazi | Open

The mission seemed simple in concept, but Valery knew that the Maw's defenses were going to be tough to break through. Surrounded by fellow Jedi and soldiers who had responded to the cause, she also felt great confidence though — this was one more crucial step in bringing down the Maw and its destructive path through the Core, and after the events of Tython, many were ready to push forward and begin the liberation front of the GA.

"We're arriving shortly," Valery said before she rose from her seat and adjusted the weapon on her belt.

Her fiery gaze shifted to the boarding ramp, and once the fleet of shuttles finally descended down through the atmosphere, chaos hit them. Anti-air weaponry unleashed barrages of heavy bolts at the landing crafts, blowing apart some before they ever got close to the facility. Others were able to get low enough to avoid much of the incoming fire and maneuvered down to their target LZ.

"Be ready to move!"

The shuttle Valery was on finally landed and the moment its doors opened, two violet blades ignited from her saberstaff, and she rushed out to meet the initial volley of enemy fire that came their way. She hoped to deflect as much as possible in an attempt to allow others to advance more safely and took point to begin the assault against the enemy defenses.

Other Jedi were likely to join her, and with Sol Stazi , she felt confident the GA military was with them as well. The Batorine incursion had finally begun.

 

[CETCOM]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES
POV : VICE-ADMIRAL DALIA AJINN

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BATORINE SECURITY FLEET TASK FORCE VADER​
Fleet Composition : FDS Resurgence [Flagship] | [100|100] FDS Conqueror [100|100] FDS Torment [100|100] FDS Defiance [100|100]

Dalia gazed upon the empty void of space within the bridge of the FDS Resurgent and sighed. Despite the Final Dawn's victories at Xa Fel and Foerost, the Alliance had successfully managed to scuttle the shipyards that lay in orbit of both worlds thus depriving the Fleets of the Final Dawn and by extension the Brotherhood of the Maw from vital facilities capable of rapidly providing supplies and war materials to the advancing forces of the Maw, stretching their supply lines and compromising their push into the Core Worlds. As such the Final Dawn had set up shop within a Space Station above Batorine proceeding to utilize it as a resupply and repair station to alleviate such issues.

On the eve of the Mawite attack on Tython, Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen had ordered a third of his personal Fleet, Task Force Vader to be stationed at the station in order to defend it against any further incursion, fully aware that should the Maw's attack on Tython fail, the Alliance would most likely seek to cut off any retreating forces from the Deep Core and thus isolate a major portion of the Mawite Warfleet and annihilate them in one singular decisive campaign. Thus Dalia Ajinn, a Vice-Admiral in the Final Dawn's Navy, had been assigned to command the elements of Task Force Vader assigned to defend the station dubbed the Batorine Security Fleet. She had served under the Grand Overseer since the days of the Imperial Directorate, fighting in many conflicts such as that of the Third Imperial Civil War and the Second Great Hyperspace War.

She had distinguished herself at Adrathorpe where she led elements of Wraith Squadron in breaking out from encirclement from a larger force of Alliance Forces in the final stages of the Battle, at a time where the flotilla she briefly commanded had lost it's flagship and was pinned down by Alliance forces and the debris of Csilla. As such she was one of the candidates to succeed Admiral Hamilton as Sularen's Second-in-Command within Task Force Vader. While many within the Final Dawn saw her assignment to the Batorine Space Station as a setback and an attempt by both Sularen and Supreme War Council to sideline her, Aijinn knew that in reality it was a test from the Grand Overseer himself, to test her abilities as a naval commander during the long-awaited Alliance counter-attack. If she succeeded then she was certain that she'd secure her spot as Sularen's second-in-command. If she failed, then it would be a disaster for her.

All she needed to do was wait for her foes in the Galactic Alliance to arrive, and when they did she would annihilate them in one swift stroke and show those male chauvinists in the Supreme War Council that she was indeed a capable commander and worthy of being Sularen's right-hand woman within Task Force Vader. Thus she continued to stare into the void beyond the viewports of the Resurgence's Bridge patiently waiting for the battle to come.

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Tag | OPEN​

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[Constantine Oliva]

“Sir, All forces are in position. Strike Teams are away, and the Revenants report they are in position.”

“Are the enemy’s communications scrambled?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Good. Order the flotilla forward, Warspite on point. Engage at long range.”

“Aye sir.” ​

The 11th Flotilla lurched into motion, having exited hyperspace moments before. Though we’d been present at Tython, we’d played an exceptionally minor role, and now each captain thirsted for action. Action they would find. Four battle carriers were a dangerous target for any fleet, and it’d be up to me to ensure each ship was where it needed to be, when it needed to be there.

“Leftnenant? Order all fighters launched and ready to intercept enemy craft.”

“Yessir,” spoke my aide-de-camp as she moved to relay the orders.

“Any word from the scanners on these things? Weak points to be aware of?”

“Not yet sir, I will inform you as information rolls in.”

“Very good.”

The Duros woman had done her job remarkably well, and would doubtless find rapid promotion. Soon enough, I'd have to start looking for a new aide.



Moments later, we’d entered range. Through Revenge’s view port, the first missiles shot forth from the bow of the Warspite. The first shots of the engagement. In seconds, the Destroyer’s accompanying cruisers and the cruisers of the 253rd joined in the barrage. And finally, flashes of light from below the bridge towner marked the Revenge’s first shots. Her first shots in a new phase of the war…

CETCOM


253rd Line​

Revenge	Engaging at maximum range; blocking enemy communications, running scanners
Glory	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Triumph	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Adventure	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Raptor	Holding in the rear
5 Oswaft-Class Corvettes	Holding, ready to engage enemy fighters

72nd Line​

Warspite	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons, leading vessel
Defiance	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Endurance	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Firebrand	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
Majestic	Engaging at maximum range with missiles and cannons
4 Lateran-Class Corvettes	Holding, ready to engage enemy fighters
Oberon	Holding, ready to engage enemy fighters

 

[Ishida Ashina]

SEVERING THE VEINS
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | ABOVE BATORINE | SPACE STATION

"Don't be sad, Ish."

Ishida had always been a good student to Sardun. She listened to him dutifully and tried to uphold his word to the utmost degree.

Even after his death, she tried to follow his counsel. His words were unshakeable, the tone of his voice unforgettable.

Rather than sit with her sadness, and wallow in all the emotion that came with the traumatic experience knowing she was the root of Sardun’s ransom sacrifice, she focused instead on her duty. The vitriolic promise to ensure The Maw’s machine of madness and death slowed, slowed, slowed until it came to a stop entirely.

The Mongrel had spoken of the galaxy’s cycles. And here she was, responsibly showing up for her role in the rhythm as the light intent on outshining the dark. Again and again in the same battle of dark versus evil.

This time, there had to be a different outcome.

The pair of Jedi had long since been deposited from a stealth ship, after being crammed into a compartment that was hardly made for one person, let alone two — but it had to be small to get close enough to the shields. They’d come in just before they’d closed down and the rest of The Alliance had arrived. As soon as the fleets from the Defense Force showed up, everything locked down. Inside, within the station, alarm sirens began a mournful, clangorous wail to assign personnel to defensive stations.

For the first handful of minutes, while the klaxons rang out, Ishida and Silas space-walked around the outside, looking for a way in — a hatch, a garbage shoot, or a hangar — that seemed promising. Each one was more disappointing — and more armed — than the last.

After a few seconds of silence, with her hand pressed against the eerie metal glow of the station and searching through The Force for signs of life, Ishida finally broke the silence.

<It’s clear.> Ishida said but didn’t recognize her voice. The suit that allowed travel on the outside of the station heavily modulated her words.

Once The Force whispered safety, she willed it to tell her more secrets. In seconds, it whispered to her the weaknesses of the metal door, and how to expose them. Everything had a Shatterpoint, and locking mechanisms were no exception. Her gloved fingers flexed against the metal door, and the gesture shoved the lock on the inside sharply. Enough for the door to hiss and depress, letting the rush of the atmospheric exchange flood the tiny airlock.

She couldn’t wait to get inside. The tiny HUD display in her helm giving temperature and pressure readings made her anxious.

With a kick, the little Jedi swam forward through the remaining space and floated into the airlock.

A red light blinked welcome to the intruders, flashing urgently to seal the hatch before the alarm went off.

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ALLIES | NJO | GA | Silas Westgard | OPEN
FOES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | OPEN

 

[Judah Lesan]

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P E R S E V E R A N C E

Wearing: xxx
Weapon: xxx x2
Allies: NJO | Valery Noble
Enemies: MAW


Tython had been many things. Straight forward had not been one of them. Judah had seen the depravity of evil at its core, and yet he was challenged in his assumptions about all Sith. He knew he could not share his thoughts with Valery. She would certainly question his doubt and new found revelation. It would be a matter to ponder later, but at least one thing he continued to know at the core of his being. The Maw were evil incarnate.

Something had awakened in the Jedi. Perhaps he found his younger self, the one who would pick up whatever battle there was to fight. Maybe Judah simply remembered that he was the Hero of Korriban and no Sith Cult could stand in the way of the Light. Whatever the reason was, Judah found himself entangled with the Jedi once more and bound for a conflict he thought he had left behind a long time ago.

The holo of his deceased wife was replaced from where Judah had retrieved it. It was hopeless to think she could hear his words as he expressed how much he missed her. There was fight to continue and as much as he wished to be with her, she would want him to fight to his last breath if he could.

That was what Judah was determined to do.

A flip of the switch and the comm channel was opened to Valery Noble . Judah smirked knowing that she was likely not expecting to hear he was tagging along.

<<< “Lesan here. Let me know where I’m needed, or send me some coordinates or something. We’ve got some corrupt darkside butt to kick today, and I’m more than here for it!” >>>

Once he got what he needed, Judah set his course for rendezvous.
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[Kahlil Noble]

He'd only felt it later.

His failure to strike down Kyrel had spared both himself and Valery from following the monstrous Ren down, but what climbed out of that hole became something worse in the Force. An undead wound. The Force itself wept while he had fallen asleep in the shuttle then. New scars lined his face. A new arm attached to where the old cybernetic had been shredded. A new lightsaber rested on his hip. A lot had changed.

One thing didn't.

Kahlil cast a grin to his wife. "Just try and keep up." A lot had changed. Valery and him hadn't. He sprang out as she did, his green blade igniting to help create the shield for their landing craft. They didn't come here to evacuate a crumbling building or fight while the world itself fell apart. No, there was nothing holding them back.

"I can feel him." Kyrel was close.

"I'll split off and deal with him, when we get closer. You continue the charge. Sound like a deal, love?"

Valery Noble | Kyrel Ren | Sol Stazi

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Batorine
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kyrel Ren Kahlil Noble | Open

"Keep up? I'll show you," Valery looked at his grin and smirked a bit herself. If they weren't in a serious combat situation, she would have probably gone after him for teasing her, but she never lost her focus in a fight. There were soldiers and Jedi to provide cover for, a large number of enemies firing at them, and an important objective to complete.

She couldn't even waste a second of time.

"I feel him too, but he's different," She called back while her two blades spun around to reflect a volley of fire from a point-defense turret. The shield she formed for the soldiers behind her allowed them to get in position, and within a few seconds, the Jedi were helped by some suppressive fire from their allies.

"I'll split off and deal with him, when we get closer. You continue the charge. Sound like a deal, love?"

Valery furrowed her brows for a moment, then looked at him briefly, "I'm not sure, he'll likely be guarding where I need to be. Let's fight together as long as possible, even if we both deal with him. I might split off once we understand him better, but until then, it's better to keep working together."

She not only fought at her best with Kahlil nearby, but Kyrel Ren was a lot more unpredictable now. If they got into a clash against him together, they could keep each other covered while they figured him out. Then, when the time was right, she could always split off to deal with anything else in the facility.

"Let's take down those Anti-air guns so more of our troops can land safely!" she called out but the moment she began to move, a familiar voice reached out to her over her comms.

<<< “Lesan here. Let me know where I’m needed, or send me some coordinates or something. We’ve got some corrupt darkside butt to kick today, and I’m more than here for it!” >>>​

"Glad you're with us — we could use more Jedi on the ground," Valery called back before she was interrupted by an enemy soldier opening up. She deflected his fire with the rear blade of her saberstaff and sent him down to the ground. "We got Sith here, so come down to the armory and help us deal with them!"

 

[Xarielle Pavanos]

Heart of the Beast
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Xarielle had arrived separately from her master Valery Noble in fact she had arrived with one of her mom's old TIE Fighers. It's ion scream pierced the skies above. "Master Noble? Do you think parking would be an issue? Asking for a friend, wow the energy here is off the charts. I'm gonna land my ship and I should be on the ground with you soon." Daughter of Kaalia Pavanos the young padawan wasn't exactly sure of herself - even after Master Noble's visit to her family home on Balmorra. The energy here didn't help either, how could I ever hope to be a Jedi? I'm the kid from Balmorra, who grew up in Sith Temples, doesn't that sound odd?

The feelings of doubt hadn't and wouldn't be resolved on their own, at least, not overnight. Strong in the Force, Xarielle could only hope to rely on her grandfather's message of hope - that she could return her family to the path of the light. The Balmorran knew that she had to believe in herself. Believe that she could be a Jedi, and that would have to be enough. It had to be enough. Looking more like a Corellian scoundrel as she managed her way across the surface. The Force felt different - sick - in a way that she didn't like, and as she made her way across the surface...

Batorine, is another place I've never heard about - but there are probably countless places in the galaxy I haven't heard of. I suppose a Sith-Imperial education only gets you so far these days. What am I doing here? Still trying to prove I can fight the good fight? That, that whole thing on Ilum wasn't a fluke? I bet none of the Jedi of legend ever had these issues, Watts, Rekali, or that Starchaser guy... Maybe I should've stuck to exploring the galaxy and smuggling stuff...

Unsure of where Master Noble was exactly, Xarielle pressed forward and onward into the heart of the beast, unaware of who lurked ahead. Kyrel Ren had long known Xarielle's mother Kaalia, before she was ever Darth Avacyn. And as if the Ren would receive a gift from the cult itself, a Jedi who was unsure of themselves would venture onto his path.

 

[Ari Naldax]

Equipment: T-65XN "Wolf-X"
Allies: GA
Enemies: MAW
Tags:

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The eight Azure-striped X-wings carrying Nemesis Squadron dropped out of hyperspace. The first time she'd been back in an X-wing since being a flight lead back on New Alderaan, it finally felt like Ari was home, safe in the cockpit of the fighter she'd been born to fly. The fact it was one she helped design could only make that feeling that much stronger. "All pilots, stick to your elements. Void Flight, Form up behind Wolf Flight. We'll see if we can't soften their defenses for an attack run. Lock S-Foils in attack position." Rolling the large but nimble fighter into its position at the head of Wolf flight, Ari thumbed a switch on the fighter's control panel and her seat shook as the S-foils came apart in the signature pattern that gave the ship its name.

The screen lit up with technical readouts and information regarding all of the ordnance loaded on the X-wing, as her Astromech, safe in his compartment behind her, whistled through her headset. As the rest of the brunt of Alliance forces continued to jump in, the X-wings flew in formation behind their leader as she dove into the plane of battle, accelerating towards the enemy station.

 

[Mylo Thorne]

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SEVERING THE VEINS

Location: Space over Batorine
Objective: Engage enemy fighters and destroy the space station
Callsign: Revenant Six
Equipment: X-Wing Starfighter
Allies:
Shar Sieu Leon Gallo Constantine Oliva Qellene Tyliame Valery Noble Ishida Ashina Michael Sardun Ari Naldax Xarielle Pavanos
Enemies: CETCOM Electra-12 Wilhelm Vonreg

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They hadn't even had time to lick their wounds after Tython. The Revenants had been shot straight into another engagement, without even so much time as to mourn the sorely felt loss of Revenant Four. That callsign seemed to be somewhat unlucky as they'd lost a considerable amount of Fours in the previous engagement. But to forget them would be the ultimate betrayal and Mylo would make sure they would never be forgetten in the annals of history, alongside all the other brave souls who witnessed and succumbed to the unimaginable at Tython.

But such was the nature of war, and he wouldn't give it away for anything.

The spiralling cobalt-blue wormhole evaporated, as it was replaced by the starry void. From the little information that had been released to him, the Maw advance into the Core had been rather significant. Pushing back the Maw would deny them vital corridors that could give them free passage to Galactic City, and after the first battle, that was a possibility that could not be allowed to come to fruition. Out of the clear transparisteel, he spotted most of the taskforce, including the famed 11th Flotilla, led by the Admiral Oliva, a decorated member of the Admiralty. This was corroborated by his display which let him know with various annoying pings. Mylo most definitely had to see who's idea that practical joke had been.

Flicking on the com unit, he took a long, drawn-out exhale before announcing his arrival. "Revenant Six standing by." He squinted slightly, as the visage of the space station began to come into focus. It looked unassuming from a few klicks away, but as previous squadrons had learned the hard way, those point-defence guns were not to be trifled with. Mylo moved the slider on his display as he watched his strike foils expand to the iconic "X" shape, while the display on his terminal went green to let him know. The imposing visage of the double pronged Phaetra-class light battlecruiser, even its sedentary state was a beacon of power, sent out to all that dared to oppose it.

And he would definitely dare, or die trying. He banked starboard and then pulled back round the other way, levelling off with the rest of the Squadron as they began their approach. Throttling up steadily, they raced down to join the 11th Flotilla as he watched the first shots of the battle leave the ANV Warspite. He switched his com to the squadron frequency Tac-Two, as everyone else had reported in and seemed to be streaking toward the station, making sure to keep their distance for now as per orders. However, he did see strange looking X-Wings which seemed to be designated "Wolf Flight", making their way in. Mylo couldn't blame them, after Tython, everyone was out to spill some Brotherhood blood. Including himself.

"Just another day at the office eh Leon?" He mused soberly, waiting for something to happen. Many of the Jedi and Alliance Marines either had, or were making their way down to the surface, ready to battle on an armoury near the surface. They would bear a lot of the brunt, but that didn't make their job any more easier. Mylo grimaced, grabbed the stick and pushed on.

 

[Shar Sieu]

Location: Batorine orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy
Callsign: Revenant Four
Equipment: B-Wing Heavy Assault Starfighter
@ Revenant Squadron

Shar took a deep breath as the display alerted him: he would be exiting hyperspace in a scant few seconds. First deployment with his new squadron and it would be into the teeth of the enemy. He knew very well that Revenant was the cream of the crop: no fooling, no sitting on the side. This was the real deal, and Revenant was at the front and in the thick of it. Exactly what he asked for, right?

The B-Wing exited hyperspace, the canopy adjusting to the change in relativistic brightness. The sensors lit up as the Alliance flotilla showed up on the scope. Two entire flotillas and their starfighter complement, arranging into attack position as long-range bombardment commenced.

Shar immediately began pre-contact final checks of all weapons systems while the rest of the squadron checked in on comms, taking his time to make sure the complicated operational systems of the B-Wing were functional and exactly the way he intended. Most experienced B-Wing pilots could do this in seconds, but every one of them still did it. It did not serve one well to realise the weapon groupings or fire settings were set to wrong combinations in the middle of a fight.

When everyone checked in, Shar cleared his throat and spoke into his helmet mike: "Revenant Four, standing by." First official check-in.

And hopefully, not my last, Shar pondered, as he gazed out his canopy at the forboding space station, absorbing the long-range gunfire.

 

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES

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VENGEANCE FLIGHT CRIMSON LININGS ​
TIE/fdH Hunters | 4/4 Crimson Leader [100/100] Crimson Two [100/100] Crimson Three [100/100] Crimson Four [100/100]

Alarms blared as Alliance Warships and Starfighters began to emerge out of hyperspace above Batorine immediately catching the Baron off-guard. Wilhelm Vonreg, one of the Final Dawn's finest Fighter Aces nicknamed the Crimson Baron by many of his peers, was in the middle of his lunch when the Alliance made their move. After the Battle of Foerost, the Baron had been assigned to Batorine to defend the vital Space station against any future Alliance attack. Personally Vonreg hated his assignment having begged Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen to re-assign him to the Avatar of War in order to partake in the Battle of Tython, however the Grand Overseer aware of the high stakes of Tython had wisely decided to withold the Crimson Linings from that engagement. However the long-awaited attack Sularen had predicted had finally come and with it, another opportunity for Vonreg and his Crimson Linings to terrorize their enemies on the battlefield once more.

Almost immediately, the Baron stood up taking his helmet and rushed to the hangar containing his TIE Hunter urging his fellow pilots to follow him as they prepared for battle. Unfortunately for Vonreg only a single Flight of his Squadron were present here, the rest having been attached to Sularen's Flagship the FDS Predator after Foerost which was currently stationed over Empress Teta. Nevertheless regardless of the amount of fighters he had at his disposal, Vonreg's skill would be enough to take down entire squadrons on his own, after all he'd done this before at Kril'dor and Adrathorpe wiping out entire Starfighter Squadrons and dealing heavy damage to enemy fleets, and he would repeat all of that again over and over, as long as it meant getting his Revenge on the Galactic Alliance.

As soon as he reached his Elite Starfighter, Vonreg quickly ran a check of his systems before proceeding activate his TIE Hunter, soon emerging from one of the hangars of the Space Station, followed by the rest of his three wingmates, who along with Vonreg made up Vengeance Flight. Already, entire flottilas were present along with accompanying GADF Starfighter Squadrons which included the notorious Revenant Squadron. Revenant had already proven to be a thorn on the Crimson Lining's side, a worthy opponent although each time distracting the Crimson Linings from bigger targets such as enemy warships at every battle such as Foerost, depriving the Final Dawn from a vital Starfighter Squadron whose pilot's skill an expertise could alter the course of a battle as shown with their performance at Kril'dor where a fleet twice the size of that of the Final Dawn suffered heavy losses inflicted by both elite Final Dawn Starfighters and it's heavy-hitting Warships.

Today, things would be different. Those who dared to show themselves here at Batorine wouldn't last for long especially in the face of the Crimson Linings and Vonreg would see to it, that the battle above Batorine would be won, one way or another. Thus Vonreg grabbed both ends of his TIEs throttle and pushed on, shunting power to his engines as he accelerated towards the enemy. Glory to the Final Dawn.

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Tag [Final Dawn] | Electra-12
Tag [Galactic Alliance] | Ari Naldax | Mylo Thorne | Shar Sieu | Qellene Tyliame | Leon Gallo | Constantine Oliva ​

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[Relynia Sorrene]

Electra-12 , Wilhelm Vonreg , Mylo Thorne , Ari Naldax , Constantine Oliva , Shar Sieu
[Open to Engagement or Cooperation]

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"Razors, take vanguard. I want Serpents hanging back for screening." Relynia relayed her orders through the Revenge's fighter channels upon 'falling' from the flagship's hangar.

Her maneuvering jets engaged, firing one initial salvo of propellant to steady the captain's X-wing and its nose. The main ion drives fired next, lighting the space behind her in a pale blue glow, droning a reassuring and familiar hum through the surrounding hull as electrons shot out from a quartet of thrust nozzles. Oh, how she wished she could remain in that atmosphere of bliss, that perfect, perfect bliss. How she wished the scene of anger and aggression unfolding before her eyes could retreat into the darkness of the night.

But how could one ignore the chaotic, wicked laughter that rumbled from the Brotherhood's Maw? How could she simply ignore the fleets and fighters that had ravaged her home, her galaxy, for years?

With the eleven other X-wings of Razor Squadron, Relynia semi-reluctantly laid in a forward course, closing the distance between the 11th Flotilla's scrambled fighters and the Batorine station more rapidly by the second.

After the massacres at Coruscant, Tython, and so many countless worlds, the Alliance would be taking the initiative, driving a stake into the Brotherhood's corrupted heart. At Batorine, they'd make the Maw bleed debris and corpses.

Relynia accelerated ahead of the rest of her squadron, flickering hazel eyes washing over the battlefield, through the screens of friendly and enemy fire, searching for her first target. It wasn't long before her mouth flickered in a weak smile-- she'd found the outlet to her rage, her anger, and her regret.

"Weapons-free!" She tore in for the attack.

 

[Zev Garallia]

SEVERING THE VEINS​

Location: Space above Batorine
Objective: Destroy the enemy space station, neutralize its defenders
Callsign: Revenant Eleven
Equipment: A-Wing Interceptor

Revenant Squadron: Mylo Thorne Leon Gallo Shar Sieu Relynia Sorrene
Allies: Constantine Oliva Ishida Ashina Ari Naldax
Enemies: CETCOM Wilhelm Vonreg Electra-12

Zev's eyes flitted back and forth as he checked the screens and sensors on his HUD for what seemed like the hundredth time today. All systems were looking good; his ship was a ready as it was ever going to be for the coming engagement. He tilted his helmeted head to one side, producing a small pop! in his neck. His shoulders rolled back a few times, moving and flexing as much as the cramped confines of an A-Wing cockpit would allow. He, too, was about as ready as he was ever going to be. He flicked on his fighter's comm unit, checked that it was tuned to broadcast to all of Revenant. Satisfied, he reported in. "Revenant Eleven, standing by."

The young pilot pushed on the flight stick, bringing himself in line with the rest of Revenant Squadron as they approached their target. Revenant had hardly had a moment to breathe after the desperate, apocalyptic clash at Tython before they'd been thrown directly into yet another engagement with the Maw. No rest for the elite, it would seem. Still, it wasn't all bad. The battle at Tython had been his first real engagement, and that had been one of the greatest battles in galactic history. Everything about it, from the scale of the conflict, to the number of friendly and enemy signatures, to the events that actually took place there, it all had threatened to utterly overwhelm Zev. By comparison the battle unfolding over Batorine looked fairly tame.

If he could survive something like that—if Revenant could survive something like that—then they could survive anything. And they would survive.

A set of Mawite ship signatures appeared on his scanners, catching his eye. When he saw what it was, Zev felt himself tense involuntarily. The elite of the elites of the Brotherhood were here. He flicked on his comms once more. "Heads up Revenant, looks like the Crimson Linings are here. Guess this isn't going to be as straightforward as we would've liked."

 

[Sol Stazi]

FINDSMAN COMPANY
BATORINE
Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Judah Lesan Kyrel Ren

"I love the smell of thermite in the morning."

Colonel Stazi marched out in the open like a force of nature. He goaded his troopers on while blaster fire narrowly missed. Either the Force still had plans for Sol, or he was just too stubborn to die. Cigarra still smoking but not as much as his rifle. Untrained fanatics like the Maw rank and file died easy. Crimson warriors quickly distinguished themselves as a worthier adversary.

"Let's take down those Anti-air guns so more of our troops can land safely!" she called out but the moment she began to move, a familiar voice reached out to her over her comms.

"You heard the wizard!" Sol primed another thermal detonator and tossed it overhand, "Who wants to live forever?"

Wearing lighter armor than marines, the pathfinders were trained to move quickly over all kinds of rough terrain. Even so only Sol's veteran instincts saved him when a nearby trooper was sliced apart. He raised his rifle with both hands and blocked an incoming slash of razor-sharp insectoid claws. Lips curled into a bestial snarl, the duros swung his weapon like a club and felt chitin crumple.

"Blood carvers!"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Heart of the Beast
Allies: Maw
Enemies: GA/ Sol Stazi Kahlil Noble Valery Noble Judah Lesan
Facing: Xarielle Pavanos


As the Alliance began its stalwart assault upon the armory. Much of the soldiers lashed out in a frenzy, attacking any GA soldier they could find. Swords, axes, spears, and rusty hook and chain were used in such brutality to cut down anyone trying to get deeper into the facility. The Maw were surrounded, and had quickly turn into a fight to the death over the control of the armory.

Kyrel was alone, the Maw’s champion would meet his foe with his blade, if not cut down they would find themselves turning into husk. Even the dark aura of the undead monster was now capable of draining the life from much weaker beings. His hunger could only be satisfied to an extent, in the end the soldiers themselves were not enough to bring vitality.

All around him, he could sense familiar foes. Enemies he only faced recently made his blood boil. He could sense Valery, and then he sensed Kahlil. The momentary satisfaction of killing soldiers faded. Instead he began a determined stride towards both the Nobles, at first convinced he would kill them here and now for Tython.

As he was about to make his way to the pair, suddenly he stopped halfway. Looking behind him, he felt it as if another echo from his past. ‘I sense something I haven’t felt since…’ He thought hard for a moment, his mind was cloudy as there were so many memories, so many decades, so many lives he lived. In his pondering there was one name that spoke. ‘Kaalia’ He remembered in a previous life on how he would have killed such a raw connection to him.

Her name was one he hadn’t heard in years, assuming she died with the Sith Empire. The name echoed in his mind, still something felt off about this signature. Kaliaa sensed much weaker than before. Determined to get to the bottom of it, he changed direction to the being who felt most familiar.

His pace quickened, each heavy step felt like a stomp, his saber occasionally cutting down anyone that stood in his path. Finally through the darkness Kyrel saw what looked to be a young woman. He emerged slowly from the shadow of chaos and carnage. He spoke his voice didn’t hide his disappointment, nor his confusion. “I was hoping for Kaliaa… Why are you here?” He said, his vengeful gaze turned pensive as if to study what was the meaning behind this girl.

 

[Electra-12]

Location: Orbit of Batorine
Call Sign: Crimson 17
Objective: Severing the Veins
Equipment: Orestiad Flight Suit │ Hekler’Kok FP-01
Allies: BotM ( Wilhelm Vonreg CETCOM )
Enemies: GA ( Zev Garallia Mylo Thorne Shar Sieu Ari Naldax Constantine Oliva )
Direct Engagement: Relynia Sorrene │ Open to More Opposition!

Up until now, Batorine Station had been a boring assignment.

Electra-12 had been caught in the lockers, just about to change out of her flight suit after a CAP when the klaxons began to blare, followed by orders for all available pilots to scramble to their TIEs. Fiery pink gaze widening with anticipation as she glanced at her datapad on the nearby bench, the diminutive strand-cast sealed her helmet back over her hair and began to march towards the hangar bay. Before long, the Chiss was back in the cockpit, slender fingers darting across the controls as she ran through the pre-flight routines and brought the twin ion drives howling back to life. Then, casting forth a primal, ancient roar into the void, her TIE tore free from the hangar with uncompromising acceleration, pushing the strand-cast’s head back into the seat as the inertial compensators briefly lagged behind the machine’s momentum.

Relynia accelerated ahead of the rest of her squadron, flickering hazel eyes washing over the battlefield, through the screens of friendly and enemy fire, searching for her first target. It wasn't long before her mouth flickered in a weak smile-- she'd found the outlet to her rage, her anger, and her regret.

"Weapons-free!" She tore in for the attack.

Eyes shifting back and forth between the data feed and sensor readouts as she sought to regain her bearings amidst the sudden incursion, Electra-12 felt her heart skip a beat as the proximity alarms began to sing in her ears, in response to an X-Wing—one at the head of a squadron of identical craft—closing in on her with aggressive intent. The strand-cast grunted as she pushed her yoke with sudden force, driving her TIE into a sharp break in the direction of the bandit on her readout, hoping to force a turning battle. The strand-cast silently cursed her own weakness at being caught off-guard, but she could not spare the enemy pilot the respect that was their due. No doubt, they had to be aggressive, brash, or possibly even bloodthirsty, to attempt such an assertive maneuver at such an early stage in the battle.

Unconsciously, the strand-cast bit the bottom of her lip, a wicked smile forming across her delicate cerulean features. She liked that. Loved it, even.

“Mmmf…Damn girl…” She whispered under her breath.

Spoiler: Loadout

• TIE/wi Interceptor - Designation: Electra
  
  • Universal Missile Launcher
    
    • Diamond Boron Missiles