"The Blitz" | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Planet of Skor II

Alkor Centaris · Apr 26, 2017

Location: MetroBig City, Northeast Quarter
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] (immediate), [member="Brennan Cabrol"] (closing in)
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"], Squib and their King

0772 clasped his hands behind his back tightly in standard Imperial fashion. He had been trained in discipline at the hands of the Stormtrooper Corps, conditioned in their rigorous methodology, and briefed heavily on the need for subtlety by FOSB. This operation required extreme precision, especially now that they were walking across glass, so far as they Squib were concerned. The Alliance would afford them no quarter, given recent losses. Any Jedi entanglements would assuredly create friction in the proceedings.

Castor spoke to the Squib with reassurances of peace, and talks. His voice was milder than what his emotions let on. The younger, paler man could feel it across their connection. There was a great passion and conviction in the way Castor Ren carried himself. It was good that he was properly equipped to diminish those traits when faced with a populace not quite as open to the Order that Seiger Ren promised.

His eyes slowly shut as he stood just a few steps behind Castor, denoting his inferiority of rank and deference to the Ren's command. He let his thoughts rest as the others used him as a conduit for messages. While his own mind was still and his body took no other actions, he could utilize his senses a bit more.

That was how he sensed it, however faintly. Warmth, to a degree hotter than the standard of a living being. The squib were a weak flame, burning only enough to indicate that they still lived, still had the light of life. Darkness came as a chill, something that made a being burn cold like death. The esoteric warmth of the light was given off predominantly by Jedi.

They were close by.

That information leaked across the mental link between the two Ren and 0772 discreetly, allowing the others to formulate their plan accordingly.

Exemplar, 0772 offered silently, though I dislike utilizing such methods for bringing peoples to compliance, I feel it necessary to inform you that I am capable of seizing command of a lesser creature's mind and subjugating them. Use me as you see fit, that Seiger's will be done.

Ara Zambrano · Apr 26, 2017

The hull of the FIV Kingfisher
Allies: [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | @FO and Allies
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] | [member="Keric Dynt"]
Gear: In Signature, RX-1 Helmet

They have got to be karking kidding me.

Narrowed eyes and a stormy expression crossed the Ren’s face as she donned an enviro-suit borrowed from the store of their shuttle. Having copied the High Marshall’s move of unclipping her saber belt, she settled it over the protective suit, her weapon of choice close at hand. Pulling on the mag boots that accompanied the borrowed gear, she left the helmet for the last possible moment, her dislike of the bulky item evident from her sour expression.

The knot of nerves and fear swirling in her gut slowly crawled up her throat as she finished her preparations, Squad Pierce having already disembarked ahead of the two force users. Their pilot followed shortly after, a rough sigh escaping the girl as she turned and took a few hesitant steps towards the assault ramp.

Her gloved hand grabbed for the nearest solid hand-hold, fingers clenched around the metal in a death grip. Despite the sweat already dripping into her eyes and bright lights of the HUD display momentarily blinding her, she was thankful for the full protection of the mask, if nothing other than to hide the dilated pupils and wide eyes that even years of practice couldn’t restrain at the thought of the jump she was about to endure.

Darkness snapped and pulsed around her, fear strengthening her connection to the Force, the knight pulling more like a safety blanket around her. The weight of the power settled over her, a third layer to her personal armor and enviro-suit. It proved the most comforting of her defenses as she stared out into space upon the white armored soldiers already aboard the hull attempting to break through. Sparks flew as the sergeant began the painstaking task of sawing through metal, the only sounds to reach her the communication carried over the encrypted networks wired through her helmet. Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward, gaze determined and focused on an empty space somewhere between the pilot and the squadron of troopers before her. Eyes straight ahead, the grip of her anxiety tight around her neck, she released her handhold, stepped forward and jumped.

Pure willpower kept her eyes open as her heart dropped, the vice grip on her throat and pounding of her heart reaching a crescendo as she flew, weightless, across the gap from their shuttle to the broken skeleton of the FIV Kingsfisher. Her flight was propelled not by a blastpack as the rest of the group had, the Force powered her jump, a technique she’d rarely tried since [member="Jaron Lesan"] had taught her of its existence weeks before. Now seemed the opportune time to use the skill to her advantage and so she did.

Mag boots connected to the hull with a satisfying click, the force of impact jarring the Knight, her equilibrium momentarily knocked off. A swift intake of breath and closing of her eyes was the only chance for relief from the harrowing jump as a voice echoed over her comm unit and through her mind in rapid succession.

Grab. Me.

A barrier of crimson snapped into place around her, eyes flashing red as she threw an arm out and reacted without thought. Wrapping tendrils of power around the sith lord barreling towards them, she pulled, his form shifting away from the jets of flame and flying metal filling the atmosphere around them.

The remaining anxiety burned away as the force flooded through her, a wicked smile curling her lips up as she focused on the High Marshal, pulling him closer to the hull and safety, her own boots keeping her anchored as she felt the barrier around her buffeted by flames and debris.

James Mathison · Apr 26, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
GEAR: In Bio
OBJECTIVE: Engage the FO

Sprinting through the city under the cover of Force Cloak, James made for the location he'd been directed to. He'd been deposited too far from his intended location due to heavy enemy fire. The skies weren't safe for one man to enter a battle. So on foot it was, moving through the city, Force Speed sending him bursting through the battlefield too fast to catch a glimpse at the situation. He slid to a stop, dust flowing away from his hidden footsteps. Gathering the Force around him he launched himself up the side of a building.

The King's residence. James saw it was under siege, as well, he picked up reports of gas being used. This wasn't good. He needed to act to save the King and the Alliance soldiers inside. Moving into action, James sprinted along rooftops, jumping to others when the current ran out. He closed the distance quickly. Coming upon the edge of the surrounding building that encased the King's compound. The FO had the area surrounded and what looked like an Emissary was attempting to gain entry with a full line of troopers behind him.

James decided to take the opportunity to reveal himself and draw some attention. Dispersing the Force Cloak, he began summoning as much energy as he could, creating a beacon of Light to any User nearby. He felt everything, the thoughts of the soldier in white as well as the Alliance, their feelings, their fears, their hope. Using this, James drew upon the emotions of everyone around, expecting to be seen, he placed his hands out to the side. A grand gesture in the Force that could be felt kilometers away no doubt.

Naomi Carolina · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Skorr II - Open Space, near Silvers
Allies: [member="[/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/10629-asmus-janes/"]Asmus Janes[/URL]"] [member="[/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/6564-sieb-tevv/"]Sieb Tevv[/URL]"] [member="[/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/10781-arisa-yune/"]Arisa Yune[/URL]"]
Enemies: First Order Folks, [member="Thalera Isianthar"]
Ship: TR-20 x-wing

"You got it, bossman," Barkesh-drawl zipped across the shared comms.

And with the dip and turn, her hazel-eyes widened like saucers. Pure, utter-to-goodness chaos. Muscle-memory from all those sims training and her times on those mine-swoops kept her on Asmus' tail. The teen was beginning to be a good shadow to the XO. A little rough around the edges but good enough for now. She imagined, if she survived this, there would be a time where she wouldn't waiver at all and perhaps even start to anticipate his moves.

Wasn't quite there but the redhead was getting closer.

"Dagum," she swore, "they're actually going through those clouds? Ya'll, I know what that means," back straightened in the fighter's seat to give her short-form a bit more leverage for the dive, drop, and under as she followed Asmus' lead. It would set them up real right to pop up behind the First Order Victory near the flank of that fleet.

Just like dropping below, around, and up from those tunnel snake-crawlers back home. Except, it didn't smell so much. One good thing.

Darth Carnifex · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Beat up Gabriel
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Equipment:

The Dark Lord emerged from the alleyway he had momentarily retreated down in the aftermath of his grand display, smoke and dust wreathing his body like a shroud as debris still tumbled and settled around them. Terrified eyes peered out from over window ledges and from behind locked doors as the two combatants squared each other up, their powers colliding like waves against a cliff. They were too scared to move, too rooted by fear to run from the battle that loomed on the horizon.

Fear kept them grounded, fear was the Dark Lord's chief ally.

"You're a fool, Gabriel. I've only become stronger since our last encounter, my body has had time to adjust to the power of my spirit." He advanced several paces, each step a thunder clap as the ruined ground crunched beneath his heavy boots. "What do you hope to accomplish here, Gabriel? You know firsthand that you cannot stop me, you'd only delay the suffering I can inflict. My life will span millennia, legions will rise and fall to test my might as it grows ever greater. I will outlive all of my enemies, you, the Alliance, the Jedi... They will all crumble to dust while I stand strong, my will stretching on for eternity until the galaxy succumbs to the Darkness."

His lightsabers, deactivated in the frenzy, sprang to life with a snap-hiss, their crimson glow bathing him and his surroundings in eerie light. He adopted the stance of his trademark style, Djem So, but with the advent of two blades he incorporated aspects of Jar'Kai into his stand and held his left blade in a defensive stance while his right remained purely offensive. "But if you wish to struggle and rage against the inevitable, then I have no qualms speeding you along to your destiny."

There was a minute lull, the calm before the storm. Then the Dark Lord sprung forth, the Force amplifying his initial leap to propel him far through the air to close the gap between himself and Gabriel, and with both blades he struck out at the wayward Master with unheeding ferocity and primal brutality. Each stab and slice was aimed to be lethal, the Dark Lord planned to pull no punches for this fourth round between himself and Gabriel.

He planned to end it.

Sko'saht · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Bridge of the Bearsloth Corvette, Achtnak (Under stealth)
Allies: SJO forces, GA forces
Enemies: First Order

The Verpine watched as his fleet of mercenary ships began deploying themselves to the starboard side of the Silver Jedi fleet. The dreadnaught and it's two frigates deployed slightly ahead of the carriers while the Bearsloth moved above. They had begun to launch fighters when the second First Order fleet emerged from hyperspace behind them. Following the Silver Jedi's lead the Verpine ordered his ships to match the movements. That was when orders came.
"Copy that, vectoring my B-wings" Sko replied and turned to his tactical screen. This was going to be interesting, attacking an Interdictor was not something he was used to. Normally he'd just vector over several bombers and unleash a devastating barrage of torpedoes but Interdictors tended to have anti-missile systems. This was going to require some fancy flying from his pilots.
Turning to his com officer he started speaking keeping one of his compound eyes focused on the tactical display. "Order two squadrons of our B-wings, four of our Headhunters, an A-wing squadron along with the tactical B-wing unit to set up to attack their Interdictor from the bottom. I want them to manually target and keep their warhead guidance systems off. Should be a large enough target for them to hit without much difficulty.

Getting an affirmative reply he turned back to the targeting turned tactical display. He watched as the Silver forces began laying down a large energy cloud that would severely hamper the First Orders movements if they decided to avoid it. Remarkably they decided it would be a good idea to head straight through it. "Weapons prep a full salvo, set launchers one through seven as Intruders and have the rest be torpedoes. Make them set for long range fire. Order the fleet to the rear of the Jedi formation and prepare to disengage their forwards and rear internal dampers."

As he said this they received a communication from the starfighter strike group assigned to dealing with the Interdictor. They were going down, in comparison to their target, and would take advantage of the energy cloud by flying below it.

Meanwhile his two Assault Frigates and the Dreadnaught Cruiser adjusted course to the rear of the formation along with the Bearsloth Corvette. His two carriers also began to move heading into Silver Formation. The small formation of main combat ships burned hard quickly getting behind the Silver fleet but in front of where their canisters were detonating releasing the energy clouds by about two thousand meters. In position with their tails to the First Order they turned off their internal dampers and cut engines. The ships began to spin using their thrusters. Turning head over tail they adjusted to face the First Order head on and upside down. while moving backwards. Dampers coming back on and forwards thrusters firing to maintain their rearwards momentum they waited for the First Order ships to emerge from the clouds.

Actions taken: 24x A/SF-01B-wing assault starfighters armed with advanced torpedoes targeting [member="Thalera Isianthar"] aboard the FIV Ashira. Covered by 12x B-wings armed with Advanced Missiles and 12x A-wings also with missiles. 6x Z-95s armed with Ion Pulse Missiles following close behind.

Moved frigates and cruiser to the rear of the SJO fleet.

The Rusting Rancor [Metellos-class Carrier Frigate]
12x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Torpedoes
12x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Missiles
24x RZ-1 A-wing Interceptor, armed with Advanced Missiles
6x Z-95 Headhunters, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles

Credit Hole [Metellos-class Carrier Frigate]
24x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Advanced Torpedoes
24x RZ-1 A-wing Interceptor, armed with Advanced Missiles
6x V-wing Combat Airspeeders
6x Z-95 Headhunters, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles
8x A/SF-01 B-wing assault starfighter, armed with Ion Pulse Missiles

Achtnak [Bearsloth Corvette]

Gunboat Diplomat [Lancer-class Frigate]

Bowels of the Rim [Lancer-class Frigate]

Greenwake [Lancer-class Frigate]

Goreleech [Lancer-class Frigate]

Arfship [Assault Frigate Mk. II]

Half the Dread [Assault Frigate Mk. II]
Purloined Petunia [Dreadnaught Cruiser]

Relit Vandal · Apr 26, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Vaet"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Sorting out a very confusing situation

He looked through the screen, number 27 enlarged for ease of the eyes. A fingerless gloved hand drifted to his mouth as dark skinned thumb pressed against his lips. He felt somewhat alone in this circumstance and woefully inexperienced in dealing with such matters. He was a guardian, a protector of the innocent - not the interpreter of will. But no matter where his experiences lied, he knew one thing for sure. The soldiers pouring out of the ship looked like stormtroopers. They looked like First Order. And for the matter of that subject, he immediately noticed the dodging by the historian on the subject.

The squib vibrated against his back as it peered over, watching the screen. Relit nodded. She was pretty.

"Computer, I understand we are without defenses. Do we have anything else at our use? Drones for custodial work."

::I SHALL DISPLAY THE INFORMATION NOW, COMMANDER!::

The screen lit up, indicating that the facility was equipped with over 100 astromech droids that had been fitted with modifications for the sole purpose of cleaning. Of those, roughly 1/3 were out of commission and the others had minimal energy reserves. Relit nodded as he looked towards the screen and hovered a hand over the buttons. "Which of these controls the lighting in the blasport?"

::THE COMMANDER MUST HIT FN, ENTER, 1, AND 2, SIMULTANEOUSLY. ON THE NUMBER PAD, COMMANDER!::

Relit followed the command as the lights shifted in the blastport to flashing red. He approached the mic and once more spoke into it.

::Your timing is suspicious, you must know, given the recent incursion by the First Order. You will, of course, appreciate the position you have put this facility in.::

He relayed the information as he pushed the button to mute the mic. "Computer, please distribute the droids the facility. Make them appear...menacing."

::MENACING, COMMANDER?::

"Yeah, weird noises. Sporadic movement. Keep the lights red and dim in the hallways, keep their functioning lights to blue and red."

::I WILL DO MY VERY BEST, COMMANDER!::

He leaned forward and unmuted the mic. ::Please forgive the appearance of the blastport. Security measures are largely automated and since your vessel isn't registered, it assumes foe. Please provide your name, vessel name, and intended location.::

Throughout the facility, the custodians would come to life. Their purpose, the nightmares of the sheepish. They were tyrants of those hallways, moving around in jagged and roaming paths, like rumbas will ill intent. The red lights continued to flash, even in the locations in which [member="Irajah Ven"] stalked.

Now that information was in the works, he responded to the hail from Screebee.

::This is Relit Vandal, I have assumed position of Fizz Cap Commander. Blastport is currently occupied by what appears to be Yuuzhan Vong and First Order incursions, though their intent seems non-violent. A matter of historical documentation. Their ship is currently housed in the blastport but I lack the defenses to contain them. Please advise.::

Asmus Janes · Apr 26, 2017

Location: en route, Subversion stealth carrier/recon ship
ALLIES: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
ENEMIES: [member="Thalera Isianthar"]
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone

Asmus didn't know what this weapon the vessels dropped was, but every time a new cloud started to disperse it was ignored into a shimmering energy field. It played havoc with his sensors as they dove under it as the destroyers passed overhead. It had been marked as a hazard on the battlespace management system so he gave it a wide berth. It would likely have some effect on the First Order sensors and shields too.

“Woo!” He hollered as he pushed his thrust to the limit as he accelerated down. Then a hard yark brought his nose up towards the field and he pulled back on the throttle. It was just enough thrust to send his X-Wing on a wide arc around the field. Suddenly the destroyers’ bright engines were visible before him. With a flick of the wrist he rolled one hundred and eighty to realign.

“There's the target!” He called, designating the two shield domes of the FIV Ambitious. They shot towards its command tower from behind. “Here they come!” He called, spotting TIEs launching. "I'll keep you clear for your run Naomi."

NightSister · Apr 26, 2017

S K O R I I
Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Music: God's Gonna Cut You Down

A look at her wouldn't have betrayed her intent focus; she stole across the platform apparently entirely certain of where she was going and what was to be done. The force held the brunt of her concentration, however - she was on entirely new land, moving through a city painted with an aura she'd barely come into contact with. Aria had the force to enhance her sense of the landscape, and she was always one to make the most of it.

If it helped her find a Jedi to fight with a little, though, that was always a bonus.

It took five minutes of wary patrol before she could really sense anything at all of note against the inherently lightsided presence that the Alliance had made Skor's backdrop - and when she did, she did the obvious thing; she followed.

They really do like sending their salvage up here, don't they?

But eventually the perpetual pushes and pulls of the force brought her somewhere, like they always had and always would. The platform was the same all over - all streets and shipwrecks and scrapmetal - but there was someone nearby, and a someone who fell among her enemies. How fun.

Aria turned when she sensed someone nearby; predictably, hers was the first weapon to activate. The Alliance's echelons held far too many Jedi, after all - Aria knew she was playing the offensive today, which was perhaps unlike her but not unenjoyable. Eyes went to the blonde the Force had indicated as the hand at her side that had been twirling her saberhilt switched the weapon on; she angled the blade upwards ever-so-slightly, but made no move to use it yet.

That'd just be impolite.

"You are?"

[member="Kaia Vullen"]

Saul Perth · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Airborne, heading to Metro Big City West
Allies: GA, Squibs, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Relit Vandal"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]... holy crap that is a ton of baddies.
Objective: Deploy forces, begin evac of civilians, try not to die.
Equipment: Rifle, Pistol, Armor, Grenade Bandoleer, Lightsaber, Camo Cloak (fancy cloth, not like Gabe's).
NPC Equipment: Ghosts: Same as Saul, minus lightsaber obviously. Marines: Standard stuff, Heavy Armor, the odd repeater or light anti-tank launcher.

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With coordinates finally received, Saul redirected the formation of dropships towards the indicated position of the lone Marshal, thankfully they were already heading in mostly the right direction. He only had about a minute to make his plans before they'd be right on top of Sionoma, so Saul had to think quick.

"Lieutenant Perth to ANS Dauntless, copy?"

"ANS Dauntless receiving, sir."

"Stay on station above Metrobig, we'll be routing more civilians to you shortly. For now, patch me through a bird's eye of the city around my current location, we need an LZ."

"Patching now, sir."

"That'll do, Perth out."

With a quick shake of his head to clear the disorientation of his view of the outside world being cut off, Saul gazed at the jumbled and seemingly random layout of the city below him. There, an intersection of 5... 6... 7 streets, something that would appear so odd in any other city. It was only about half a kilometer from the Marshal's position, as close as Saul was going to get the bulk of his dropships. He'd have to fly over Gabriel and whatever trouble he found himself in, but at least he'd know he had help coming. Before he exited the orbital view, he noticed what appeared to be defenses already positioned nearby, not Alliance and well too organized for Squib. He keyed the comm for all of his troops.

"Pilots proceed to the designated LZ and prepare to receive civilians. Marines, establish a defensive perimeter and begin the search for civilians. Ghosts, First Order forces are expected to be operating in the area, among possible Vong resistance, recon in force. Unit commanders have operational control, greenlight to engage hostiles."

Saul didn't mention where he would be going. Truth was, he felt the darkness emanating from his target, like a sea of almost pure violence and anger. If he sent his troops against that, he'd be just signing their death warrants. Sure, they'd be a distraction, but too many would die, or suffer a fate far worse. No, he'd go alone.

A lurch in his stomach signaled the dropship's decent shortly before the bay door dropped free as a ramp. For the first time Saul stepped out onto the surface of Skor II, amid a sea of Ghosts. He took a few seconds to observe the scene around him. Marines hustled out of landing dropships, forming into squads and beginning to prepare defensive positions while his Ghosts silently fanned out into the city in small teams, mirror images of himself in their armor and camo cloaks. In fact, the only way to tell Saul apart from them was the lightsaber on his hip which he found himself unconsciously reaching for.

Shaking his head clear, Saul shouldered his rifle and made his way towards the sheer wall of dark energy he could sense before him. He wished he had backup, but he knew he had to be alone. It had to be him.

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Meanwhile, an identical dropship began it's final approach to the Metrobig Blastport. The pilot didn't bother himself with finding a landing pad and just wedged his bird in the middle of one of the less cluttered streets. Alliance marines poured out in a similar fashion, fanning out and searching for civilians or possible First Order contacts.

WolfMortum · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Metrobig City.
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"]
Hostiles: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"]

Darting across from one street and into the next Brennan had taken flight, his steps were light though swift and his movement carrying him in momentum through to every shadow or place of cover that might aid to conceal him as he tried to make up for lost time; he had lost his cloak somewhere along the way, it had snagged upon something and he'd seen fit to carry on without it now constrained none but an attire loose or likely to get in his way, the armor of the Ren was of agile make and it glued to his form as if vacuumed by the under-layer of armor weave that guarded closely his vital organs. Brennan, compared to many of the other Knights of Ren save for Samka Derith, was still young and inexperienced, notably volatile in his emotions though doing his best to not prove such, there had been countless times now where his aspirations had thrown him into foul places, always having to make up for his failures despite his intentions being for the best. The Knights of Ren could afford no such failures and as he moved, he questioned what fallout he might have to endure back home on Virgillia if their mission were to be compromised by his actions.

He did not know of the others that followed in his wake, watching him ever still and reporting back to their people; though they would need to be fast on their feet in order to maintain the appropriate distance to gauge the Disciples actions further, He was just starting to make some real headway when Castor's voice broke through in mind and that telepathic link that Jacques somehow connected them through once again opened Brennan up to complete transparency with his fellow Disciple and their superior. It was an off putting feeling, to be left so completely unguarded though his experience with such abilities had not been played upon since long ago in his time upon Svivren. What it did allow for however was Brennan's pinpointed location of which they would immediately sense off to their east by a number of streets, within eyes sight had they all to step out into the open though Brennan against instructions paused and considered otherwise, the implications of things going south for Jacques and Castor further ahead.

Slower in pace now he continued further north to cross over to the next block before shifting in direction and carefully making his way towards the group of whom by now Castor had stepped out into public light, for whomever still remained in the City and seemed to be requesting meeting with their King. Crouching low to the side of the buildings far corner, now with the entirety of the street within view and his form just out of sight with all of the rubble that had been created by their former battles, Brennan watched and waited to see how things would progress, keeping an eye on the pair from their right, whilst too being able to spot any that might come up on them from behind.

'On your western flank, in position' he relayed to them through mere thought, this telepathic bond or whatever it was that allowed such instantaneous communication leaving his visage as easily noticed as his words would be heard to the pair, he kept low and readied himself; only prepared to further interfere with their operation if for the means of supporting them in a fight. Given how his first kills had gone, perhaps that distance was for the best when before the Kings audience.

Kaia Vullen · Apr 26, 2017

Skor II
Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Music: "Won't Back Down"

As Kaia stood there, feeling the breeze, hearing the roar of combat, and seeing the dark specks upon the horizon as darkness encroached upon the junkyard's premises, she asked the Force where to; where would she be of most use? Silence. She felt the darkness in so many directions, as though she stood in a rain of hatred. However, she did not stand alone. All over the system there were protectors of the Ashla. They were brothers and sisters in necessary opposition to this tyranny.

Stay, stand, be the shield.

She looked over her shoulder, civilians hiding in a bunker. They needed her to be the Jedi Knight a Grand Master had thought she could be. Kaia stood her ground as a dark presence came closer. She could see how the organic form radiated against the dull backdrop of scrap-metal, trash, and dirt. Its soul was aglow with malice and the dark side of the Force.

So I will be the light in the dark.

"You are?"

Half a smile spread on the diminutive Jedi Knight's lips as Aria spoke to her, albeit weapons being drawn. How polite.

"Kaia, and you?"

Her hand did not relax around the wooden cane, nor did it tighten in anxiety. She readied herself by gathering the Force like a dam on a river. It was not an aggressive notion, rather she funnelled it into her body to strengthen and vitalise herself.

A calm mind, and a ready body.

Help me Force.

[member="Aria Vale"]

RIP Carlyle Rausgeber · Apr 26, 2017

Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Charlotte Reed"] | @Thaelyra Isanthor | [member="Samuel Jones"] |[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] | @Seb Tievv | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Rach Vizla"]
Objective: Destroy Therapy Command

Carlyle watched as buzz droids continued hammering his ship. The missiles were thankfully largely gone thanks to the work of Major Dagget's TIE wing, but it was still of concern to the admiral. Had the Malice been any lesser ship, it would have been destroyed by the buzz droids. But the thickness of its armour meant it would take the buzz droids some time before they were successful. Carlyle's brain was racked for some countermeasure. And then it hit him. "Polarise the deck plating." Carlyle snapped.

"What?" The Chief Engineering Officer asked, "What did you say?"

"Magnetically polarise the deck plating, it's our only chance." Carlyle replied, "We're not going to let these swine win." Carlyle growled, turning to the viewport. As the engineering team scrambled to disable the magnetic foothold the buzz droids had created, Carlyle eyed Therapy Command's approach.

The Malice did not waver underneath the bombardment of Cathul Thuku's ships. The battlecruiser continued powering through. It was all coming together. The Malice was an irresistible target to the Alliance, leaving the other, if not more dangerous Imperial-x Destroyers unmolested. "Fire all batteries." Carlyle barked, "We're in range now, let's make them pay."

"Admiral," The Signals Officer began, "The halberds have prepared their weapons, and are ready to fire."

"Order them to fire upon their ships that are bombarding us," Carlyle ordered, "Switch the Hellfire's targets, we will not waver." Carlyle watched, and silently counted the latency between his exchange. It was four seconds from the order until the firing. Twenty hypervelocity beams streaked through Therapy Command, towards the Lothal-class artillery and Tector-class destroyers.

This was followed by a stream of missiles from the Hellfire cruisers. The Hellfire's had been damaged by the blasts from the fleet, but survived with their shields largely depleted. Nonetheless, they sent a hefty payload of missiles to great the Alliance's ships. This, followed by the attacks from the trio of star destroyers meant that Therapy Command was currently moving to confront the First Order fleet-head on, and if the force be willing, would perish there.

The battle seemed all too similar for Carlyle. The tactics, the fleet composition. Hell, that supercarrier. It all seemed a little too, well, familiar. However Carlyle was knocked from his thoughts by a scream from Scanning, "Admiral, enemy bombers, moving to engage."

"How long until they finish they arrive?" Carlyle snapped.

"Now!" The bombers streaked across the Malice, bombarding the ship heavily. The point defence batteries, and defensive missile emplacements did their best to repel the attack, but were unable to. They had come too quick, and hadn't been detected fast enough. However, their attack would not leave them unscathed. On the starboard portion of the Malice sat an ant-fighter corvette. It was brutal in its punishment, of the bombers, with the FIV Might ensuring they didn't escape Rausgeber's wrath.

Bryce Bantam · Apr 26, 2017

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - FIV Kingfisher - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - Saving those that want to die and bring the party
Allies - GA, well got one so far ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - Space baddies at the door! ( [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Satia"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The grinding of the First order's boarding tool started soon after. Bryce barely had time to pull [/SIZE]Alaunus[SIZE=10.5pt] from the near by scomp link before he began to here the hiss and [/SIZE]whistling[SIZE=10.5pt] of atmosphere leaving the room. Quickly fastening his helm he [/SIZE]knelled[SIZE=10.5pt] down and engaged the mag on his boots. He was about to stand up when he looked over at the BB unit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With its' link arm held up to the sky in some type of salute he was ready for the decompression. As the wall was about to give, it tilted his head head back proudly puffing his [/SIZE]imaginary[SIZE=10.5pt] chest. I REGRET I HAVE BUT ONE LIFE TO GIVE FOR THE ORDER. WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE SALUTE YOU. HAIL THE SUPREME LEADER!!![/SIZE]

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Bryce, his helmet now fully fastened, saw the little droid and though this was a cry for help and so right as the wall gave way he grabbed the zeolite droids arm and held on for ear life.

"Let go, don't touch me you damned alliance filth! Aaaaaaah!" it screamed in binary as the remainder of the ship's atmosphere vented through the bridge.

Bryce, only wanting to help, held on till the torrent of air nearly subsided and with one great swing threw the BB unit from the bridge and into the hall beyond. Looking over at the breach he saw fire now burned from the rupture from an oxygen line cut by the invasion. Sparks of cables recently repair by Bryce arched blue lines of electricity as they slapped the now exposed metal edges. [SIZE=10.5pt]Looking at the breach he saw Nick had taken position by the hole. His two sabers now lit he stood like a man at peace [/SIZE]awaiting[SIZE=10.5pt] the on slot to come. Bryce seeing another [/SIZE]opportunity[SIZE=10.5pt] to help reached into his harness and pulled what he thought was a [/SIZE]Tangler Grenade. Wanting to slow the attackers he activated it and threw it quickly into the breach.

As it flew through the airless void Bryce noticed something about it was off. Most grenades were black or grey but this one was bright pink... Oh feth, that is not a tangler... that is one of [member="Joza Perl"] 's Glitter Bombs. He tried to warn Nick but as there was no air, there was no sound. So the pink orb now primed for sparkly hell flew out the hole and detonated a mere meter or so out side the ships hull. All those now looking to board would face its' wrath. They alone would bear the brunt of such a destructive weapon and be covered head to toe in sticky, pink glitter.

Kyrel Ren · Apr 26, 2017

Location: Salvagestuff platform, above Skor II

Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Nils Brenner"]

Enemies: [member="Canal"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Laira Vereen"]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor

Kyrel for a moment was heavily focused on bringing tons of garbage and debris upon the surrounding Alliance dogs, making it easier to gain a foothold, and to push the enemy back. He knew that there was another squad that was focused on a different mission, and as far as he was concerned he was the diversion, and that was all that mattered in the here and now, he was satisfied with the screams of his enemies as they were buried with the rest of the trash that they were. He still felt a bit dizzy as it was extremely heavy to lift the several tons of garbage, but quickly got back to his bearings.

He than caught up with Rexus which over the comms earlier sounded way too cocky much to Kyrel's taste, he was not here for glory, he was here to destroy the enemy, and to make sure this planet would be successfully conquered. He reached for his saber, and heard what Rexus had to say, before he stopped in mid sentence and was tackled quickly to the ground. Kyrel had a mixture of confusion and anger on his face inside of his life support suit, and thought of practically ringing Rexus neck for even touching him, but as soon as he saw the shot that went over him he understood.

He got up slowly and looked to Rexus, he said to him coldly, but his metallic voice carried some type of gratitude this time. "Thank you for saving me Captain, now press these dogs back, we have them on the run. I will aid you." He said reactivating his saber with a snap hiss, and went back into the fray, before something caught his eye. He saw what looks to be a grenade that went flying in there direction. Kyrel decided to return the favor by extending out his hand, and with the help of the force gave it a gentle shove backwards to where it came from, and attempted to hit the enemy unit with a taste of there own medicine. Before Rexus could reply he said humorously. "Looks like we are even Captain." He moved into the fray stepping along with the Gundark Gunners to cut down enemy soldiers, and block incoming blaster fire, as they moved up from the landing area and started making the push to driving them deeper into the platform filled with junk.

Kyrel than decided to use his powers, and once again employ the same tactic that he used before, but this time to extremes as he did not need to be a brute to win this fight, he could let his surroundings fight for him, and give the soldiers the edge that they need. He concentrated deeply on the force, and with his might and using both hands, the anger and rage that could be felt throughout the battle as a conductor that he so needed to give him the strength needed. He used the force to lift tons of scrap metal and debris into the air, and started form a destructive funnel of the junk around his enemies, using every bit of concentration, the whirlwind of junk and debris would be another attempt to drive them back, while blocking blaster shots and, attempting to send pieces of debris crashing into them. He said to the soldiers as he began the difficult process. "Captain have you're men push forward and provide covering fire. This will hopefully get them out of the hanger and force them to fall back, but I need you to protect me and allow me to remain concentrated on this funnel of trash that I am trying to hit them with, It will take some focus on my end and so I will need your help. Can you do that?" His tone was cold and icy, as if the last part was not a question but merely a command.

Aeron Kreelan · Apr 26, 2017

LOCATION: Enroute to Metrocity West

Allies: [member="Saul Perth"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="James Mathison"]
Generic Omega Pyre Forces.
U-Wings | Cobra-Class Gunships | M47 Illria-Class Dropships bearing troops of HBD-300 Droid Series | Omega Pyre Spec Ops in Mk II/H Battle Armor | BTI-HPC | | VT-Portable Shield Generators | Squib’s in salvaged armor made out of spare bits, tensor weapons, and Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades. Dispatch of OBL-1, OBL-2, OBL-3, and OBL-4 defense drones.

The hum of the Illria Class Dropship Prex Aeron Kreelan stood was a reminder of what was to come. A foreboding of the battle that would likely ensure. It always did. It was the same hum that followed her into one battlefield onto the next. This was her life.

[ Reaching dirtside in thirty seconds. ]

The voice would crackle over the headset comm for all Alliance Forces to hear. If the Marshal was correct… then they would be coming face to face with the same Sith Lord she had met in the past. It wasn’t going to be a walk in the part.

[ Roger that, commencing deployment of defense drones. ]

[ Confirmed.]

A series of defense drones models OBL-1, OBL-2, OBL-3, and OBL-4 in the several dozens deployed across the city. Their charge, to hunt down and scan the city for First Order forces as well as Yuuzhang Vong and Graug elements.

[ Land there by big white dork statue best bet, kinda good you see. Good for moving in and out and hide from Vong. Hide from bad men. Pew pew from shadows and hold them steady.] Duckee, a silvery blue Squib bedecked in a salvaged garb of reused 501st duraplast armor plates and armorweave under liner boldly told Aeron through the tiny comm headset she’d connected by her ear. It was extra special because it was extra shiny, so she was sporting it proudly as a prize.

[ Got it. Be ready to move out -- these guys mean business….]

Meanwhile back on GADF Compound...

[member="Relit Vandal"] came through encrypted feed. The Squib’s whiskers gave excited, jerky twitches, the enormous salvaged comm headset over his bright blue mottled skin a comedic sight.

::This is Relit Vandal, I have assumed position of Fizz Cap Commander. Blastport is currently occupied by what appears to be Yuuzhan Vong and First Order incursions, though their intent seems non-violent. A matter of historical documentation. Their ship is currently housed in the blastport but I lack the defenses to contain them. Please advise.::

Alarm at the news made Screebee’s already large eyes even wider. He gave a hop of his chair and yelped out.

[ Screebee hear you very good Relit Vandal Fizz Cap Commander! Very bad that One Order there. Can think of new plan, over.]

His hands went to rub his fat cheeks, needing to think. The neurons in his mind were like quick fire. He gave a few paces around his chair, the crooked antenna that hung suspended over his headset waving with each step.
[ OH! ] his hands gave a clap. [ Is the green button working?] his regalia of hydrospanners and salvaged bits of armorweave leather and a speeder chest plate gave a small knocking sound as the Squip hopped back on his chair.

[ This very good important, Fizz Cap Relit Commander. Blast port full of very good Squib tractor beams. Tractor beams use for defense!] Squibs excelled at tractor beam technology. Their tractor beams rivaled the best in the galaxy, and Squib spacers were experts at using them. For example, Squib needle ships had no weaponry or shields, instead relying on ten tractor beams—rumored to be among the most powerful in the galaxy—for defense. If attacked, the crew used quick and precise manipulations to erect a wall of garbage around the ship and hurl pieces of refuse at the enemy.

The Blast port had several tractor beams that had been used to move ships in and out among several heaps of salvage. In the wake of the ruins, this meant that there was even more weapons of opportunity to be used. [member="Relit Vandal"] could command these tractor beams to not only be used as defense but offensively either against the ship itself by holding it in place or using it to make a wall around them made of salvage. The choices were endless when it came to Squib like ingenuity.

[ Green button and controls are there Fizz Cap Commander. Can get very good squib there to help. Can make tensora from tractors!]

On the other side of the command room, Commander Veep received word from Task Force Sullust under Commodore [member="Zark"] Pulsar.

“Task Force - Sullust has.adjusted their heading to help with the medevac!”

That was good news. Their boys in the sky would be providing a helpinig hand with not only the ground troops but those on the platform as well.

However, that would do nothing for the poor souls that were already lost. Sergeant [member="Canal"] ‘s holocam update confirmed the very grim suspicion that had been in everyone's mind since the mention of gas being used on the MetroBig Platform had trickled down; the biochemical warfare used on Mustafar matched that on the platform just from the preliminary holo video capture.

"Incoming transmission from the Platform!" it was the encrypted message from [member="Nicolas Thorne"].

Commander Veep turned to the comm officer.

"From Master Thorne. There is a confirmed First Order ship at the platform and First Order forces are incoming." not the best of news, that meant that their Medavac team would need back up. They would need all that could be spared. However it all was now starting to make sense. All the pieces of the puzzle being put together. Perhaps, one of the many reasons the First Order was here.

However, for now, the lives of the Alliance and Squib coalition took precedence.

[ Captain [member="Canal"], we have medevacs inbound to rendezvous and send aid. I will be requesting more from Therapy Command ] [member="Cathul Thuku"]. A curt nod towards a comm officer sent the Bothan running. A quick encrypted transmission was sent.

[ Therapy Command, this is Alliance Command. We have a need for medevac’s if you are able to send them towards the Metro Big Space Platform. Contacts are Captain [member="Canal"], Second Lieutenant [member="Raph Thule"] and [member="Sol"] Setzi. Can you confirm, over?]

Asheran Armorweave Armor with Lightshield bracer
SI-17 Stealth Blaster
Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back
2 Anti-Force User Grenades
2X Serum Aurek
2x TS-N Healing Serum

Allyson Locke · Apr 27, 2017

Location: Running through Reepicheep Memorial Park, heading to the Museum
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Cheese, High Fructose Corn Syrup, The First Order
Equipment: Armor, Basic Lightsaber, Leather bag filled with Felucia Spike Plant seeds
Tags: [member="Ashin Karrde"] [member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Theme: Just Tonight - Jimmy Eat World

Metal rubbed against metal and the sound echoed for the most part. Spencer kept her attention forward avoiding any contact with anything. She had one mission and that was to get to the museum and protect what was ever in there. History of the planet resided there and Spencer knew the source of a species and a nation’s life was their history. Without it, anyone could control them - forcing them to believe what was ever written and burned into their heads. Of course this planet was plagued with Vong and the like. Because of that, Spencer did her best to kept her mind focused and blank. Terrors of Selvaris plagued her when she was weak. Feeling death that close was something she feared and wished to never feel again, still their void in the Force made her curious.

Stopping in the middle of the park, Spencer hunched over and placed her hands on her knees. The woman was out of breath, it had been some time since she had done anything this exerting. The Eshan Queen had turned to focusing her recent years to business meetings on Theed and actually being planetside on Eshan. Of course, the woman had stayed in shape, combat training and the like - but feth running? Who ran now a days? There was a rustle in the bushes beside her and she stood up and continued to breath deeply with a face showing the strain she was suffering from the run.

“Geez can I at least catch…” Sucking in a great deal of air, Spencer came face to face with a few of the Vong that roamed the area. Her lips pressed together and the whole concept of being tired from running, completely disappeared. Now all she felt was the sudden fear and the faces of the Vong melted and she was face to face with her captors. Hyperventilation forced her to catch whatever breath she was missing as she began to panic. Taking a few steps backwards, she looked at the three Vong and knew that her affinity to the Force wasn’t going to be of any help.

Think you dumb blonde...feth, I think I left my lunch on the shuttle here...meh A frown split against Spencer’s face as she thought about the delicious sandwich she had made herself. The bread was freshly baked that morning and she had gotten up quite early to make sure it was to perfection. As she thought of her loss, something in the back of her mind twitched. Looking around, Spencer could sense the woman she had spent the last decade with. Of course she could sense her a galaxy away, but that was another story and such. Distraction was a thing and the Vong took advantage of it. A quick blow to Spencer’s armored stomach knocked her backwards onto her bottom. “Feth! Rude! My Force you guys are so karking rude!” Waddling like a turtle who had just landed backwards on their shell, Spencer worked herself back to her feet (she could have used the Force to help, but let’s not kick someone while they are down). Seeing a small red ball under one of the bushes, Spencer used the force to recall it to her hands. There she threw it with its velocity enhanced by the force towards the first Vong.

The ball flew, smacking the Vong in the face knocking him over. Seeing their comrade fall, they lunged forward towards Spencer. “Nope.” As quickly as she threw the ball, Spencer took off and used the knocked out Vong as a rug - running over him as she took off once more. Now she was being chased by the two Vong and she was more worried about why Ashin was lingering about. Frowning, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like the reasoning behind it.

Eugen Aker · Apr 27, 2017

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnoughthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107686-tenchu-class-dreadnought-silver-jedi-order/?hl=tenchu SSV Vánagandr
Objective: Reinforce Allied forces in Squab System, Annihilate FO Rear Destroyer Group, Doing the Cobra
Allies: Galactic Alliance and friends
Opposition: Vong, [SIZE=11pt]Graug[/SIZE], First Order (Still coming for Carlyle as I deal with my new friends in the back)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2T9CWZBu60

[Rear Destroyer Group/[SIZE=11pt]Thalera[/SIZE] Isanthar]

In a curious move, the rear destroyer group plowed straight through the massive cascades of energy fields being created by their own [SIZE=11pt]turbolaser[/SIZE] fire. Now, while she knew the energy fields wouldn’t outright cripple or destroy the SDs running through a single screen, there would undoubtedly be some effect against their shields and sensors/comms running through dozens of them in quick succession as canisters were continuously deployed by Arisa’s formation.
As the destroyers sped up to full tilt to give her main formation furious chase, it was apparent that the commanders leading the charge didn’t consider that Arisa had been corralling them this whole time to their slaughter. Though never in her wildest dreams, she would have never expected the destroyers to maintain their neat little formation.

It was time to end this. After Sko had finished maneuvering behind her formation, she gave him a call routed through the Scion over subspace to initiate a [SIZE=11pt]well-known[/SIZE] maneuver between the Atrisian and Verpine.

“Sko, on my mark, prepare to brake above the destroyer formation and focus fire on their towers. I’ll send my force low and blast them underside.”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1...now!”

[SIZE=11pt]Altogether[/SIZE], her vessels reduced their thruster output while pitching forward to dive, then immediately pitched backwards to raise their nose after changing planes to get below the destroyer group. As their noses came up, the ships would gun their repulsorlifts, pushing against both gravity wells of Skor and her pair of interdictors to initiate a full reverse while they remain tilted. They had stopped deploying anti-beam canisters then, so within moments, the space would be clear as the previously generated energy screen dissipated.

All those destroyers racing at full thrust would zoom right overhead a few moments later, and as they did, her ships would begin to fire every [SIZE=11pt]weapon[/SIZE] they had, focusing fire right on the three lead Imperial destroyers on the group at their vulnerable underside and rear. By far the most impressive weapons fire was the proton beam cannonshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/97035-cascade-class-proton-beam-cannon/ and trident auto-cannons, extreme weapon emplacements designed to completely shred through shields and armor.

At the same [SIZE=11pt]time,[/SIZE] another round of anti-beam canisters would be launched at the flanks of Arisa’s formation to protect them against fire from the wings of the enemy formation.

As her A-Wings and Fencers began to engage enemy interdiction forces at the rear as part of their escort duties, her Cyclones began to loop around to let loose hundreds of intruder missiles, exhausting their entire load of that particular ordinance in one simultaneous launch. All destroyers were targeted at the rear with this attack. One intruder missile was [SIZE=11pt]enough[/SIZE] to wreck havoc against the ship, so four intruder missiles each from the surviving Cyclones (62) was going to mean a very bad time for the destroyers.

With her new GADF friends putting in work as well, this should have spelled the beginning of the end for the destroyer group. Big ships weren't everything.

((Running short on time this morning before work, so I’ll have to address my response to Carl’s in my next post.)

Order of Battle:

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[SIZE=11pt]Task Force Tyr,1st Ranger Expeditionary Group[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tenchu-class Dreadnought[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Vánagandr[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]4x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Standard Ground/Boarding Complement[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Scion of Hast[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]4x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cyclone Bomber[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Loaded w/ [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Atropos AI Unit[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] “Cresh”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Centurion Class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Seolhyun,Taeyeon[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]6x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (144)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x Cyclone Bomber Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]A-Wing [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Bona, Dawon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Exy, Luda, Eunseo, Yeoreum, Dayoung, Yeonjung[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Wodrata-class Pod Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Vessla[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scion-class Stealth Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Nollam[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]LSR[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]*All ships equipped with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hydra[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mithril[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Slingshot[/SIZE]
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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Rakieh Atur"] [member="Charlotte Reed"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

Sorry if I missed anyone.

Samka Derith · Apr 27, 2017

Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Support Darth Carnifex
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] - [member="Saul Perth"]
[SIZE=11pt]Hm detected already, there’s a pity,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Sam pondered the words of the Jedi as she remained kneeling, watching from afar. However the man didn’t seem to have an idea of the numbers they held, mentioning handfuls rather than the squads of Ren and Sith at their disposal. Samka smirked, then there was still a surprise to come.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was tempted to march in, to draw her blade and fight alongside Carnifex herself but there were other ways to tip the balance of a battle without exposing one’s self to danger from the foe or indeed collateral damage from the Sith Lord, a real possibility given the state of the road the Sith had left behind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren closed her eyes and rested both knees on the floor, placing her hands on her thighs and called upon the Dark Side once more. All her aggression, the hatred she built up for those who dared threaten their way of life, even the fear that they could someday lose it all, she harnessed it all and then sent it coursing at their foe. The Jedi, the spark of Light which stood among the Dark made a clear target. Samka would send tendrils of cold fear to tighten their grip around the man’s mind, with it came dozens upon dozens of disturbing images of the dead, the dying and tortured. Her voice, hushed and distorted, would echo inside his skull.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This wasn’t your fight. You shouldn’t have come here, Jedi. You stand in the path of a Galactic Superpower, a giant awoken by the aggression of your Galactic Alliance. The First Order stands ever victorious, ready to burn your civilisation to ashes. You pushed us together. Striking at the One Sith and now the First Order, so here Sith and Imperial stand as one. Standing ready to crush you beneath the heel of progress,” the Ren called upon her substantial prowess as a mentalist, attempting to drain the fight out of the Jedi. “You can’t stop us, you couldn’t even stop [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]him[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].” The image of Kaine Zambrano’s resurrection flashed in both their minds, the terrible scene where the Sith Lord returned from the dead, more powerful than ever before. “How could you possibly hope to win? You must crave death, Jedi, a death that Lord Carnifex is not merciful enough to grant you,” again an image of the past flared, a gruesome image of Gabriel beaten to a pulp, sealed in a cave and crucified to stone. “This time, we’ll do far worse. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I shall do far worse.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Her voice would continue to whisper, to his credit the Jedi Master was a clear headed type and there was plenty of resistance but this was a speciality of hers with nothing to distract her. He? He had to duel the imposing form of Darth Carnifex at the same time. She squeezed her mental grasp tighter still to force a defeat.[/SIZE]

Gabriel Sionoma · Apr 27, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Spencer Varanin"],
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"],
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Fighting the horde
THEME: Beyond the stars

Every storm had that moment. Where safety feels certain, when the predictions were wrong, and silence overcomes. Even amidst imminent battle, he wondered if it was indeed necessary. Kaine was a monster, a vile creature and to this day, Gabe's only regret was halting progression towards the mans demise. Crawling into Sulon, tinkering on his small moon, he found comfort in seclusion from the wars of the universe. Perpetually forsaking himself to lick his wounds, a sickness festered within him. A no matter how much he worked to ignore it, the words spoken by the heart were ones that could never be silenced. Life or death, he belonged among these cobble stones. Standing against a tyrant and his circling ilk. Maybe he was the wounded beast, cornered between numerous forces and destined for failure. But there was never a greater motivator then such proclamation, for he lived to prove even destiny wrong.

"And for an eternity you will find my defiance. In this life...or the next." He was pragmatic, not beyond reasonable doubt in the path he tread. But this was his choice and he would clench it now, in the moment. The lightsabers ignited in tandem as the Sith Lord propelled himself forth. Since his initial fights with the Sith Lord, Gabe was ever intent on fighting him on even ground. But where the Sith Lord could claim strength in his brute power, Gabe would find advantage in the sort of speed he carried over from training learned beneath the yoke of the Wrath. For quiet eyes looked on, nonetheless. As the first barrage of attacks came forth, he availed himself the power of the lightside, funneled through Kasha stones. While Kaine may have been the battering ram, Gabe would not leave himself stationary to be struck inward. Such tools had no utility against sand and water and so he moved forward as such, spritzing the force through his movement, as if a spark plug in a roaring engine.

No strike was fully blocked. Instead, the blue and green blades of the Master parried to redirect momentum, attempting to avoid any unneeded force on his wrists and elbows. The sort of stress that a more powerful force could bring when attempting to directly rebut it. His foot work took him to the left and right as the phantasm cloak provided brief images of the vanguard armor below. And with a step back, his right arm would come up, using a brief flicker of telekinesis to fling cobble and sand towards the eyes of the Sith Lord. In the mean, his left saber would come around, attempting to take advantage of a momentary hole in the attack - to strike out in direct horizontal arc at Kaines abdomen. It wasn't the sort of attack to be fatal, meant more to test the waters of what armor the Sith Lord wore.

Amidst his attacks, he felt the slightest ping of mentalism creep up like a stalking shadow. He smirked beneath the cloak, knowing that such attempts were often futile, even for the greatest mentalists. As he once lingered, for an eternity, silently in the hollow spot where Reverance's heart should have been, he had built mental walls that could dispel even the efforts of [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. But should those walls ever fall or falter, this darksider might find a lion behind the rusted bars. Images of his failures were propellant for future victories, seeking the reckoning that comes with defeat. Images of the dead and tortured would pale in comparison to what he witnessed as he laid dormant within the confines of Reverance's mind. The resurrection of Kaine Zambrano was simple reminder for the eldritch and twisted machinations of the darkside, to which the God-King of Panatha was the poster child. Gabe had leaped from building to threshold between peace and battle, knowing full well the forces for which Kaine was encumbered. This Master was currently an eternal wellspring of vitality, invigorated by righteous purpose and the knowledge of what was right and wrong. On the wings of Kasha stones and time well spent since last battle in acts that refortified his mind, the threats of a hidden force user fell on nearly deaf ears.

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