The Bellow of the Beast | First Order Dominion of Belgaroth Hex

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: V
Objective: Evasive action
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"]
Location: Deep in the Balgroth Sector

The star destroyer hurriedly began to lurch away from the freighter. "Take evasive action!" Rausgeber barked at the top his lungs, "Move, move, move!" He commanded, "Intensify forward fire power, do anything!" He roared as the Helmsman rushed to manoeuvre the Malice away from the freighter. But the ship wasn't fast enough. The Malice wasn't quick enough to the draw, and the freighter slammed into the starboard side of the ship. The corvette which had been caught on the front of the freighter detonated on impact, as the freighter crashed into the Malice.

The whole star destroyer shook. Carlyle was knocked from his perch, and fell to the ground, as the Malice was crashed into. His face hit the deck plating, and the klaxon became louder and louder. Across the whole vessel a warning sounded. "This is not a drill, I repeat not a drill, all units to your stations! I repeat all units to your stations. This is not a drill!"

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 9
FIV MALICE

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There went lunch.

Unknown to anyone at the time Mishel had arrived just how quickly things were about to unravel. Maybe it had been that they arrived prior to the hell breaking loose, but nonetheless, it broke and there went with it the young Tygaran teenager. Flung from what had been the door frame of the mess hall and back out into the corridor. She seethed in pain, her neurotransponder was hit hard and the young girl cringed as she moved her body from the corridor. By Ashira's grace what in the bloody...

OOF.

A body slammed right into her.

Without hesitation, she shoved them right back off and managed to get to her feet.

Klaxons and alerts blared, ships were noisy - and worse they seemed to scream louder when things were going wrong. Mishel hated them for both those reasons but contested that there was not much she could do about it other than rush up to the front and figure out what was happening. As she took the time to begin to walk, then jog and run before going into a full out sprint, the ship's controls were going haywire and as the officers and crewmen rushed to their stations she rushed in the opposite direction even if the Malice seemed to bite back with the occasional misstep and toss.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post VI
Objective: Regain Control
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

The Malice groaned as its reinforced armour was punctured by the brazen attack. Carlyle picked himself up, and peaked up over the viewport. The whole vessel still moved as it was pushed. The freighter hadn't tried to break away from the intense embrace which had overcome the vessel. "Sitrep, now!" Carlyle bellowed.

A technician nodded, as the bridge crew scrambled to give their commander a status report. After roughly thirty seconds of waiting, they submitted it. "Sir, we have a deck piercing and venting in sector forty three, on levels, nine, ten, eleven and fourteen on the starboard side. Sector forty two has just recieved catastrophic damage and the FIV Stalwart," The vessel which had been used as a battering ram, "Is destroyed."

Carlyle nodded, and took in sharp breaths, "Evacuate those sectors, I want all our forces to be out of those areas, and to have life support shut down. No power wasted."

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: Phu
Allies: [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Emilia Ravel"]

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The meal turned out better than expected – given the Imperial’s expectations neared zero. Before offering an answer of her own, Zmej remained silent, playful smile dancing upon her lips. It was almost touching to see anyone would care about a freak like herself, and yet here Mishel poured her heart out, revealing the powerful attachment she felt towards her blonde sister. The Ren in question found it more amusing than anything, never in possession of enough empathy to see past her family’s use to the Supreme Leader and his nation.

“We’re going to terminate Kaalia.” She promised, finding uncanny joy within the thought of slaying the failed Jedi trainee. Imagining the prestige that came with killing traitors filled Zmej with lust to do the deed herself – and lay the red-haired head before Sieger.

But instead of getting lost in thought, the fair-haired agent of the Supreme Leader finally got into revealing details of her absence, but not before taking another bite of food.

“My shoulder got torn to pieces on Mustafar. Recovery took a long time since I don’t trust cybernetic replacements. They limit your full potential,” explained the Ren, eyes of flaming gold turning towards Mishel’s robotic hand, “Well, that's what I maintain.”

To further demonstrate, knuckles gently tapped against the sensitive shoulder, every soft tap a fresh wave of hurt. She relished the sensation. Not metal and wires - just flesh and blood, carrying the gift of the Force within.

“After that, there was an incident when a Sith lord ambushed me during a morning exercise on Virgillia. He took me prisoner, interrogated me, but as you can see,” the knight shrugged, “I escaped and made it back.”

As if she needed more reasons to hate Sith!

Finishing her meal in a matter of minutes, Zmej decided to check on the FOSB operative and her new friend. On her way back, the knight’s hands picked a few things here and there. Nothing unusual, just ordinary objects that can easily turn into tools of terror if used properly. With that concealed beneath her uniform, the young Ren slipped back into the garage, regarding the red-head with a questioning look.

“So, what did our little bird say?”

 

[Hansen]

Shaehan Timiari
Belgaroth Sector, FIV Malice
Post #: 2
Objective: Save the Sailor

Without warning the ceiling is penetrated suddenly followed with a brief hiss, Shaehan's eyes widen and she lunges for the closest Sailor clasping the woman's skinny arm in a crushing grip before the sudden loss of pressure rips the Durasteel plating away creating a breach above the three Eldorai Troopers and Sailor as her comrades are sucked wailing into the void. Quickly the woman's consciousness fades and Shaehan pivots in her magnetized boots. "We've got to get this one to medical, move it!" Shaehan orders the other two Auxillaries with her and the pair of Troopers obey, pivoting in their boots with Shaehan who carries the unconscious sailor over her shoulder.

Coming to a sealed Bulkhead door she listens for a moment as one of the Troopers raises the warning there could be Sailors behind the door who would be sucked out into space if they open it. The other Eldorai Trooper replies that they're Human men so their lives have little value. "Fear not, there is nobody in the next hallway. Open the door." Shaehan orders and after a brief moment of hesitation both Troopers hook their fingers in the door's crease and pry them apart using their power armour's incredible power, allowing Shaehan through between them prior to following themselves. Atmosphere restored, the unconscious Sailor's breath rasps; Prompting a determined Shaehan along in a run for the infirmary, feeling the life steadily fade from her charge.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Phu
Objective: Run the Phu-Phuii classic
Allies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Enemies: Ka Zor Cartel

With the boost being underway, it was much harder to control the craft as two laps' worth of hard work began to bear its fruits in the home stretch. It was only a question of time until Dunames would be able to catch up to the first two pods, numbered 1 and 2 by the bookmakers, because the top 3 runners were very close and those pods ahead from Dunames are separated by about a pod length apart, which everyone in the podracing circuit knew was an eternity. Even the podcasters, who were struggling to tell apart the Cartel's lies from the truth to the First Order viewers watching the race, knew as much. By a hair she was able to overtake all three of those pods at once; Dunames was able to finish the lap in first place, with the other three following her very, very closely. Very much like the Boonta Classic of 32 BBY, where a relative newcomer was able to overcome many different obstacles and have a clear shot at victory. Sanwar, the Ciasi pilot that was labeled #1 by the Cartel bookmakers, was using the very pod model ridden by his ancestor, Slide, a Stinger 627 S, and was angry at Dunames for her maneuver.

"Going into the third and final lap, Dunames is in the lead, followed closely by Sanwar Paramita" Althea told on air.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: FIV Malice, Deep Space In The Belgaroth Sector
Objective: Explore the Malice
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Shaehan Timiari"]
Posts: 6

Just as soon as Tmoxin was about to sit down, sabbac hand scrutinized, drink in hand and cigarra passed to her by a handsome junior officer to right, the alarms on the Malice blared angrily, the engines whining and escalating into a loud roar.

“What in the blazes…?”

Gloved fingers gripped the round table, momentarily bracing for impact. Most of the officers she'd enlisted for the game, leapt up and began to scurry around, readying themselves for whatever fracas had been rapidly unraveling in the atmosphere around them.

Tmoxin could hear the ship almost creaking as the crew tried to turn it, but the Malice was a behemoth of engineering, and the Hapan knew the Admiral would be lucky to evade a smaller, more nimble ship.

When the impact came, Tmoxin tumbled out of her seat backwards, her tailbone hitting the floor, wine glass breaking on the durasteel floor. “Bloody hell,” she growled more disappointed over the loss of alcohol than the bruise.

“Are you alright, Miss Temi?” Minister Prost had also been thrown, but he was already up on his feet, extending his hand to the Hapan. A naval droid peeked its domed head into the room and said, “Evacuate, evacuate.” Grabbing the bottle of wine, she and the Minister of Tourism followed the droid as it rolled down the hallway, bumping into each side of the wall as the Malice listed. They would soon be in Mishel Zanteres’s sector and would eventually come face to face with the young Ren.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post VII
Objective: Maintain the blockade
Location: Balgroth Space
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Shaehan Timiari"] | @Mishel Zenteres

The fleet of corralled smuggling vessels began to break apart, flying in different direction. "Commence firing on the escaping ships." Rausgeber commanded, "I will not-!" He angrily stammered, before being interrupted. With having heard only the first syllable, Carlyle could feel his blood pressure rising. Who would dare interrupt him?!

"Admiral, we have boarders sir!" An Officer called out, "Some form of battle droids sir, they're boarding!"

The officer glared out the viewport as more vessels began to pull away. Some TIE fighters now managed to intercept some vessels, but unfortunately, it appeared the majority were beginning to escape. "Wipe them out." Rausgeber barked, "I will not have my command embarrassed by these criminal scum." He glowered bitterly, "Get all troops on deck, and on alert, dispatch any who stand in our way."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 5

A faint breeze stirred a few strands of platinum hair as the ship's climate control kicked on. The hair was the only part of Liam Fairfax that moved.

For the moment.

He was meditating in a cabin aboard the FIV Malice, his mission to the Belgaroth system not yet having begun. He drew on the dark side of the Force as he had been taught, feeling the Force in his being, in his bones, in his core. It was refreshing, intoxicating, empowering. A minute passed, and he finally allowed himself to exhale slowly. He inhaled again, and then --

One lavender eye flicked open as a frisson of fear whispered in the Force. His other eye opened, and dark eyebrows moving together inquisitively. A moment later, the alarm klaxon began to sound. He was up, pulling a black tunic over his bare, toned chest before the first tone was over. He worked his feet into his boots quickly, tugged his wavy platinum locks out of his way, and left his room, clipping his lightsaber belt around his trim waist as he rushed towards the turbolift lobby.

"Admiral," he called as he entered the bridge. In truth, the Disciple of Ren had no command on this ship, and it was true in effect as well. But this ship was in the system, advancing the First Order's agenda, and so he felt he had a moral obligation to offer his services. "I pray you pardon the interruption, Admiral Rausgeber," he said with a shallow bob of his chin. "May I be of service?"

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Shaehan Timiari"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post VIII
Objective: Maintain the blockade
Location: Balgroth Space
Allies: [member="Liam Fairfax"]

Carlyle scowled as the Ren entered his command bridge. He initially mistook the man for a civilian. Perhaps one of Temri's entourage. But by the way he spoke, he realised he was a Ren. Carlyle stood tall, "We have boarders." Carlyle informed him, "From what we've managed to ascertain they're droids of unknown model and make." He continued briefing the Ren, "If you could help dispatch them, and put the ship on lock down, your efforts would be much appreciated." Carlyle informed the Ren.

He turned back to the ongoing engagment, as star destroyer attempted to keep the now escaping freighters in check. "That is your briefing Ren." Carlyle coldly informed him, "Go forth and conquer." He waved him off in a non chelant manner, "I have smugglers to hunt." The space around the Malice glowed a deep green as the resurgent's turbolaser batteries activated, and began to batter the smaller vessels. Its specially mounted turbolsers made quick work of the often patched together and archaic vessels used by the First Order's enemies.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 6

The last thing Beka thought, as she saw the butt of the blaster came rushing at her face, was: negotiating with these criminals would've worked if I were [member="Jamie Pyne"].

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she was splashed awake with cold water. She was somewhere dark and cavernous, arms tied behind her back, kneeling on a sandy, gravelly floor. Somewhere beyond the walls that made up the room, she heard the cheering of crowds and the rush of engines. The faint scent of engine coolant and the pungent odor of fuel suggested she was in or near a garage. Beneath the stands. Alone, in the dark.

No. Not alone. Someone had had to splash her awake.

And as if on cue, a light flickered on overhead. It took a few tries, as if the act of lighting the filament was too much to bear, but soon it was humming and glowing, casting her in a small pool of dim light.

"What is this?" asked a man's voice. He appeared from the darkness, holding her concessions tray.

"Drinkth and foodth tray," she muttered, discovering that her lips were swollen and bruised; she tasted blood on them.

[member="Adrian Calipsa"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 7
Aboard the FIV Malice

Liam simply nodded his head. Being dismissed as a triviality by the great Admiral Rausgeber -- he saw it as a rite of passage, but still felt an overwhelming urge to close the man's windpipe for his arrogance. His technological terror was no match for the power of the Force. But more important matters called to his attention. The Ren strolled forward, coming to rest a half-step behind [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], leaning over his shoulder to look at the status and technical readouts of the ship. "Don't mind me, Admiral," said the young Ren Disciple, the ghost of a smirk on his otherwise earnest features. "Just need to see where the breaches are. No substitute for a real briefing, is there?"

He leaned forward and studied the display a little more before turning on his heel and returning to the turbolift. As the door closed, he unsheathed his lightsaber and steeled himself for battle.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 10
FIV Malice

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"What a day to leave the lightsaber at home," Mishel complained as she looked down the corridor, "droids, why is it always droids." She had landed point blank into [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and her party, but did little more than use them to get herself right-side up again. "Right sorry, not you, them." She mentioned to the one seemingly helpful droid as the battle droids came down the corridor. "Someone's decided to give me memories of Mustafar."

And she aimed to pay them back.

[member="Zmej Ren"] was right, she had lost the gift to use the force in the one hand, but then again. Mishel took a five-foot step forward and grabbed one droid by the arm and slammed it into the wall. She would not have been able to do that with a normal hand. She was going to have improvised here as she ducked down and faced off against two more droids. Erecting a force barrier she managed to hold them off but did not account for another coming around her open flank. Her force reserves had not yet completely rebuilt from her last altercation and she knew now she'd have to rely on blaster skill. When her barrier broke she was tripped up and sent backward just as the ship listed again.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Liam Fairfax"] | [member="Shaehan Timiari"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post IX
Objective: Maintain the blockade
Location: Balgroth Space
Allies: [member="Liam"] Fairbanks

"Time is of the essence Ren." Rausgeber icily replied, "I assumed your use of the force and other magics would have ensured that you'd be able see where the holes in the blasted ship are." Carlyle drily mused, "Perhaps Supreme Leader's aids and their grasp on the force is more tenuous than they would otherwise like to admit?" He continued with the same biting presence and opinion. He would not be lectured on military matters by this Ren. Particularly given this situation was still ongoing. "You perform your duties, and I'll preform mine Ren."

Rausgebers eyes briefly darted back to the young disciple, before returning to the battle at hand. "Concentrate fire on the enemy with our ion batteries." Carlyle commanded, "Disable as many vessels as possible. I think Central Command would like to have a loot at these prisoners." Carlyle sadistically mused, anyone who ran now was a criminal, and by extension was fair game for detainment, or if they fought back, execution. These criminals were cowardly scum. There was now way, at least in Carlyle's mind, that they could or would be able to resist the First Order, and by extension, it's naval supremacy.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Phu
Objective: Run the Phu-Phuii classic
Allies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Enemies: Ka Zor Cartel

By now Dunames had to fight tooth and nail to hold on to the lead especially since the supplies of the Cartel to attempt rigging the race in favor of Sanwar began to run thin. They already fired several anti-tank missiles, exhausting the magazine of seven missiles they had, blasters could easily be dodged, the remaining Cartel members already claimed over half of the contestants; those contestants better have good insurance policies at their disposal. There were only eight runners left, including Sanwar, which was the favorite to the Cartel's eyes, and Dunames was a big underdog, with some of the bettors already losing money, those that wagered on the pilot codenamed #4. Yet the First Order counted on Dunames to win that race and catch the remaing Cartel members not already part caught by the Ren and FOSB personnel present on Phu. Sanwar attempted to ram Dunames against the cliff but the Stinger 627 S was no more able to sustain a ramming attempt than a Gyaban 787 was. Then again, perhaps shooting Sanwar down was an option if Sanwar was successful in overtaking her.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: FIV Concordia, Phu System
Objective: Presumably
Post: 01/20

Tytos was never a very friendly looking man. Usually when marching through the various hallways of the Golan Financial Group's headquarters on Cantras Gola, people shrunk out of the way. The ones who were walking did their best to fix their gaze ahead and quicken their pace, desperate not to meet his eye. For the life of him, Tytos had no idea what their problem was. If he was going to yell at them he would have called them into his office. No one had ever been so much of a kark-up that it warranted him hunting them down instead of just being brought into a more controlled setting. Things had run more or less the same way on Bakura at the seat of the planetary administration. For better reasons. There had been something of a culling as under-performers were tossed out of their offices and a myriad of other officials brought up on corruption charges.

The people on the Concordia were a different beast entirely. Not only was he not much of a threat to their careers, most of them probably had no idea who he was. Another old, pale man in a governor's uniform to salute as he went by. Tytos found that he preferred being feared than this state of respectful quasi-anonymity.

A sinister looking protocol droid followed Tytos on his trek to the conference room, clanking nosily after him. He did not go very many places without this particular droid in tow any more. It was a useful thing to keep around. Made recalling conversations and updating schedules a lot easier. The doors slid open and Tytos found himself staring down [member="Natasi Fortan"] for the second time in his brief tenure. He wondered if he ought to be worried. There were no shortage of sacked bureaucrats claiming to have high-placed friends in the First Order's government and she had some familial ties to the world. Probably through her mother, if he remembered correctly.

"Grand Moff Fortan," he said, once again, by way of greeting. Clearly not one for variation. "You wished to see me?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 8

The Admiral's blatant ignorance of the Force notwithstanding, Liam had a job to do and every intention of doing it.

Ding.

The doors slid open and he set off down the hall, passing bulkheads and doors as he headed for the danger zone. He heard a collision up ahead and readied his lightsaber, rounding a corner and firing up the blade. It leaped into life with a sharp snap-hisssss, and he raised it in one hand, his other reaching forward, ready to project a defensive shield against his enemies. But they didn't look like enemies; two young women, a droid, and a few other individuals were arrayed in the hallway. The young woman, [member="Mishel Zanteres"] -- though he didn't know that yet -- was picking herself up off the ground. She was dressed in civilian garb; why was a civilian here? He shook his head; it didn't matter at this moment.

"I advise civilians to take shelter," he said. "It's not -- "

He broke off as the ship lurched, and he found himself tumbling against the deck-plates with [member="Mishel Zanteres"]. "Stang!" he cursed, reaching out in the Force to try to stabilize himself. And then he felt --

"Sister?" he whispered to Mishel, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to pick himself up.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post IX
Objective: Maintain the blockade
Location: Balgroth Space
Allies: [member="Liam Fairfax"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Inside the hull of the Malice, a team of thirty four BX-commando droids began setting detonators up. The last command of their master, a smuggler and tinkerer, had been to destroy the Malice's tractor beam, and destroy the vessel. Slowly, the droids made their way through the hulking vessel, choosing not to engage the stormtroopers who were trying to pursue them. Instead they were discrete, using ion detonators and slicing their way through the bulwharks which hadn't closed thanks to the catastrophic damage. Although the droids were monitored by security teams, latency issues caused by the sudden need to defend against both boarders and an armada of irate criminals meant that the attention of security had been split.

Meanwhile, with more freighters being pulled in thanks to interdictors, and with the vessels already fighting the First Order, the task force was quickly beginning to find itself out manouvered. Although the larger vessels were easy pray for the ravenous turbolasers and their gunnery crews, the makeshift fighters and bombers which launched from them were less easy targets. Straying away from the corvettes, these bombers now delivered runs on the capitol vessels.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 11
FIV Malice
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiHLMHHbemM[/media]

There weren't many aboard the ship who would directly call Mishel by such a term. And so when one [member="Liam Fairfax"] uttered the word she turned her gaze upon him as the Malice groaned in complaint. "Aye," she whispered in return as she got to her feet. And got a solid look at the man, and his eyes and hair, "brother Liam - they actually let you out of the archives?" Mishel patted him on the shoulder and gave him a nod of approval. "Good show, ol' chap." Time at the University of Avalonia was clearly starting to show as she hooked arms with the fair [member="Tmoxin Temi"]. "Round and round we go, where we stop no one knows, DUCK!" The teenager shouted as flying utensils came out of the mess hall. Not a good day to be on the business end of a fork, she gathered as blaster fire grazed across her flesh. She took a breath and held out her good hand to send forward a fireball into the crowd of droids.

A blaster had been ripped free from one of the battle bots, and Mishel dove for it the first moment she got and turned on the ground to fire an upward shot into a droid. Only to have it miss completely, "how do these bloody stormtroopers shoot anything with these?" As she got to her feet the teenager found herself nose to nose with another droid and this time fire off the blaster shot point blank into his sternum. "Didn't miss that time, aye?" A pause, "aye." Once more she felt herself tumbling toward the deck plates, and the girl struggled to keep herself up right, "this is worse than the pub crawl across the Balosar Hex!" She shouted over the noise of droids, blaster fire and the occasional hiss from Liam's saber.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Shaehan Timiari"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 9
FIV Concordia
The Phu System

Natasi stood at the viewport of the conference room, her dark eyes inscrutable and staring out at the space surrounding them. The Phu system was nothing special; she cared very little for it except that it was there, in the path of her empire's expansion. It was there, so it had to be absorbed, to be crushed and rebuilt in her image. Yet and still, she couldn't find any passion in it. It wasn't Kaeshana, a world to be literally rebuilt. It was just a dreary little backwater, infested with criminals and scum.

She'd just as soon destroy it as look at it. If only she could.

But she couldn't. So, she turned to [member="Tytos Ardik"] as he entered the room. "Governor Ardik, thank you for making the journey with us." She gestured to a chair at the conference table. "Have a seat. How are things on Bakura?"