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LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Vaet"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"] 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
The green button...the green button...the green button. His eyes scanned over the array of various buttons, an assortment of colors, and he shook his head.
"Computer, give me all the information you have about the tractor beam system in the blastport."
::OF COURSE, COMMANDER!::
One of the screens lit up with information regarding energy requirements of the tractor beams in the section of the blastport located in screen 27. He scanned the information, noting that the current power stores were insufficient to power even a single one. Of course, that was secondary issue to his primary concern: which blasted green button? Like stained glass of reds and blues and greens, he continued to look over as he slowly caught something out of the corner of his eye. It started out small but grew elongated until he realized that it was the small paw of the squib, nestled in his backpack. The little index finger was pointing to a singular button, flashing slowly amidst grey and blue. Relit turned his head, slightly shocked as he pointed. "That one it?"
The squib nodded with a smile and perk of the ears.
"Alright, squibby..." He said with a smile as he leaned forward and pressed it. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. The screen flashed.
::POWER RESERVES INSUFFICIENT FOR TRACTOR UTILIZATION IN SHOWN BAY::
The squib urged him towards another row of keys. "The blue one?" It shook it's head. "The red one?" It nodded. Relit pressed it forward and watched as energy reserves were pulled out of lighting infrastructure from commerce halls far out of the way. The energy principle flowed outward and in, from the perimeter towards the center of the facility where the surveillance room was positioned. Hovering back over to the green button, he clicked it on and was prompted by the computer interface.
:LEASE INDICATE INTENT, COMMANDER::
"Computer, please initiate tractor beam on landed First Order ship. Don't damage it. Just keep it in place."
::OF COURSE, COMMANDER! TO HARM WITHOUT DUE PROCESS WOULD GO AGAINST MY PROTOCOL!::
Computer and Zelosian were of a like mind, in that regard. And just in time for him to compute the words spoken by what appeared to be an officer. As the tractor beams kicked on, fixing on the ship that landed, Relit clicked on the mic and did his best to explain.
::You have my apologies as well. These defenses are largely automated. Without input of identification for vessel, the tractor beams respond to prevent departure.::
He clicked the mute button. "Computer, bring up a map of the facility. Small imagery for various segments."
The screen lit up with no enthusiastic response. It seemed the computers power was tied to the tractor beam as well. Looking at the screen, Relit made note of several roaming incursions of Vong as well as a contingent of Galactic Alliance Forces that had just landed in the Blastport. He clicked the mic back on.
::There are several contingents of Yuuzhan Vong in the western halls of the blastport. Entrance should be roughly to your right. That should also be the fastest means for departure from the facility. I will attempt to override the tractor beams so that your vessel may depart as well.::
Clicking the mute button on the mic that provided communication to the First Order forces, he lifted his encrypted receiver to intercept the forces that were sent by Lieutenant Saul Perth of the Dauntless. ::This is Jedi Master Relit Vandal. I am currently in command of what automated defenses are left of the blastport. I will send you the coordinates of a landed First Order Vessel within the blastport.::
He forward the information to the incoming forces as they slowly made their way through the facility. Turning back over to communication with Screebee, Relit clicked to the next encrypted channel. ::Affirmative, Screebee. Tractors are in progress for securing vessel. First Order forces will be dispersing through facility. Galactic Alliance Marines are en route to engage.::
A gloved hand lifted, wiping sweat from his brow. Squibby shook against his back and Relit nodded. This was hard work.
The hull of the FIV Kingfisher
Objective: Protect the Pilot, Save the 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
The moment the High Marshal was safe, she released her grip on the Force, hand moving to her side and the saber hanging from her belt. The nod he offered was returned by one of her own. Mere acquaintances, in this he was her commanding officer, the knight never thinking twice about following the mental orders, acting almost instinctually to keep him from being lost into the depths of space. His voice echoed over the commlink in her helmet, the newest commands meant for the squad of soldiers accompanying them, the Sith choosing the enter the ship first.
Taking a moment to send her awareness out, her mouth curled into a self-satisfied smile as she felt two signatures within the bridge, one pulsing with the power of the Force, the other almost depressingly devoid of the same spark. Once she hadn’t even known of her own ability to tap into the blanket of power surrounding the galaxy, now, she could hardly imagine anything worse. The hollow ache she felt the few times she’d worked herself to exhaustion, unable to access the heady power of the darkness, enough to push her into hours of daily practice. Pulling more power to her, fingers and mind working in tandem to release the clip holding Ba’Vanim to her belt and a thought igniting the crimson blade. Pulsing with the emotions and dark side imbued into it, the blade fueled her own desire for action, its hungry red glow calling for the spill of blood.
While his orders continued, she turned to the pilot beside her, Brenner, and nodded once. "With me.” Her voice crackled over the comm unit, not unlike the mechanical effects of the vocalizer within her previous mask and current helmet, should she activate it. Without waiting to see if the pilot or Marshal would contradict her comment, she plunged her saber into the alusteel of the hull, dragging the blade down to add a second point of access.
An explosion off to her left shifted her eyes to the side, her HUD display nearly blinding her peripheral vision as she watched a shower of glitter coat every surface within its blast radius. The white armored wall of soldiers between her and the breach protected the Ren from the effects of the glitter bomb, a small miracle. With raised eyebrows, she returned to her task, stopping to pry the metal away from the hole her blade had just succeeded in making.
Without warning, she stepped forward, launching herself and her weapon into the bridge of the ship, eyes and mind searching for the threats within.
Location: Metrobig City Allies: FO Enemies: GA Gear in bio ___
Sasha stirred from a daze to find herself amongst garbage... and rather stinky garbage at that as she made to get out of a dumpster in a deserted alleyway. How in the nine Corelllian hells did I....
As the Stormsniper reached for her weapon that was luckily resting next to her armored body while she had been out, pain in her chest made the sergeant's breath hitch. Frak... Now the redhead remembered what happened.
The MAAT had just touched down in Metrobig City at their assigned landing zone. Twenty-four stormtroopers disembarked and split up into six fireteams of four men each to search and control the area between the LZ and the Hall of Big Time Heros. Each team had a specific grid they were responsible for. Fireteam Iota had taken the route furthest right more towards the main government building. Fireteam Alpha with [member="FN-999"] had reported a short encounter with a Yuuzhan Vong warrior and losing one of his men before directly heading to secure the Hall.
Meanwhile "Red" had found a nice sniper perch on a roof top to view the surrounding area. That is when she spotted a lone Yuuzhan Vong lurking inside a storefront regress. Lining up her scope for a kill shot using her specialized sniper's HUD to help determine environmental variants, Sasha found the elusive sweet spot under the warrior's arm where his gills were not covered by the alien's vonduun crab armor, then she blew out a breath to relax herself. She fingered the trigger on her rifle in sniper fashion sending a blaster bolt sailing through the air at the end of the next respiratory cycle - one target confirmed down. Hopefully that was the one who took out one of the members from her deployed squad.
The redhead pushed up and was just turning to leave when a buzzing sound like an annoying insect was heard seemingly getting closer and closer, louder and louder, then BAM... A thud bug hit Sasha square in the chest plate and pushed her back to the edge of the roof. From there, the stormsniper tumbled backwards and fell a few stories. Thank the Force the refuse droids hadn't picked up the trash yet and the covers were off on the large double-sided bin!
[ FN-2020, sitrep? ]
[ Sergeant Starkos free and clear of grid two-niner. Awaiting further orders, over.] she keyed back on the encrypted comm frequency to command. It wasn't uncommon for Sash to get separated from her initially assigned group, then be redeployed elsewhere.
[ FN-2020, precede to government building for back up support. Report to [member="Castor Ren"] and his team. ]
[ Roger that. On my way. Starkos out. ]
Sasha used her helmet's GPS to locate the direction and distance from her current position. If the trooper did a slow jog, she could be there in five minutes... that would have to do as the female sniper's chest ached from the thud bug's impact. She was sure to have a nice bruise over a sensitive area on her front side no doubt... to go along with getting the girls smashed too.
Oh that's gonna be fun icing down later, the spirited Corellisi thought sarcastically to herself, then the NCO began huffing it down the alley for a hook up with some Knights of Ren. Hooah!
Emerging from the Anti-Fighter clouds of aerosol with little more than the Destroyer Group's electromagnetic sensors being briefly disrupted."Captain, it appears the enemy vessels we are firing at are attempting to recede beneath us!"Cosgrove turns towards the weapons officer with a gentle smirk as the Subjugator rattles gently beneath a hail of fire from above their bow as the Silver Jedi ships try to outmanoeuvre their Star Destroyers; Unfortunately for the Silvers this is a useless gesture, their larger were not significantly faster or more manoeuvrable than the Imperial Star Destroyers. A toothy grin spreads across the fire control officers' li[s, their battleship is being attacked by ships that were beneath their weight class; Pitiful really. Cosgrove has hoped for a true gentlemanly battle of steel against steel. Instead, he got the enemy coming into close-range of his Destroyer Group who had done nothing but using parlour tricks which he found to be somewhat insulting. Though with the Battlecruiser appearing visibly in front of Imperator, that might pose a problem. Best to be rid of this distraction first, he thought.
"Very good! Ahead-Flank, and have all of our Imperial Star Destroyers but a sharp down-angle on our bow. Ambitious and Deathwatch are to break formation and engage the frigates now behind us. Intensify our Bridge, Fore and Aft Shields."The Star Destroyers shriek; the Stress of the Maneuver more taxing on their hull than any assault from mere Frigates or Corvettes, the Silver Jedi ships come into clear view, attempting to slide beneath the Destroyers' ventral surface. "This is FIV Subjugator, to FIV Defiler and FIV Avenger; Flank speed, the Subjugator is to Ram the SSV Scion of Hast, the Defiler will ram the Seolhyun and the Avenger will Ram the Taeyeon. Go!" The three Imperial Star Destroyers lurch from their formation; Their overwhelming kinetic energy focused into the apex of their wedge design. A proton beam slams straight into the Subjugator's port side and the Star Destroyer shivers but continues undeterred towards its' target. A smile cracks across Cosgrove's lips as the Subjugator closes dangerously close to the smaller Scion of Hast. Grievous' point-defence systems fire wildly at the myriad of fighters attempting to swarm them through their own fighter screen. Clasping his weathered hands around a steel bar at the base of Transparisteel viewports."Juvenile fools, only now at the end do you understand; There is no challenging the strength of the First Imperial Navy in a battle of attrition." The Ashira would no doubt perform some manoeuvre that supported this course of action Cosgrove thought; Governor Isianthar was reckless, prone to running headlong into situations but for once they might use it to their advantage. Even if they by some miracle missed their ram target, Grievous' Six Star Destroyers including Ashira would now be poised to engage in devastating broadsides; And conventional Navy Wisdom passed down from the days of the Galactic Civil War is this. Don't engage Star Destroyers at short-range. "All-hands, brace for impact!" The sensor officer's voice sounds through the Subjugator's many halls and over comlink channels aboard the Star Destroyer.
"Come on Gentlemen! If we're going to die here, let us die together in song!"Captain Rudd's arms raise like a conductor as he pivots in his boots to the bridge crew; Relinquishing operational command to his Executive Officer while the Deathwatch and Ambitious engage the four Frigates attempting to assault them and the Imperial X-Class Destroyers, staying on them with all of their weaponry. Though it wasn't the outclassed frigates that bothered him but rather the constant shivering and whining of their Destroyer's shields which is taking its' toll on their men's morale from a relentless fighter-bomber assault. Nothing in space combat survived long without having shields but Rudd like many young First Order Officers born and raised on Dosuun is prepared to give his life for the Supreme Leader's Cause. "Watch me Sabercats feed lads, watch me sabercats feed!" The crew chant together even as the low-energy infrared lights kick in. "All-together-now!" The crew are roused."Stab the Jedi in the eyes guys! Slide the knife straight into his eyes!" The Deathwatch's crew's macabre chorus resounds within the halls of their Star Destroyer as a symbol of defiance in the face of so many enemies coming down upon them, Rudd's heart sinks though yet maintains some facade of hope even as their two Destroyers are swarmed by bombers, fighters and now frigates. He knows what will happen; Their shields will go down and their enemy will callously target the bridge, silently he curses the self-righteous Galactic Alliance and hypocritical Silver Jedi who had travelled across the galaxy just to fight them.
The Ashira moved more like a much smaller cruiser than a Star Destroyer, it's speed and grace offering homage to the qualities of the ships' namesake. "All Point-Defence lasers focus on Fighters and Bombers! Take us in close to support Cosgrove and activate all tractor beams; Ensnare 'Scion of Hast', 'Seolhyun' and 'Taeyeon'."Thalera's irritation compels the Ashira forward with speed and agility that belied its size, just below the Silver's flotilla with the Ashira's bow on an up-angle pointing towards the aforementioned vessels' ventral hull, point-defence laser systems lash out in beautiful emerald streaks; These were not the Empire's Star Destroyers old, they were true battleships with a comprehensive suite of weapons although not even the Ashira's comprehensive defences could stop the odd proton bomb from striking the shielded Hull. Thalera's hands sit on the edge of holotable, Sanguine eyes note the many different fighter squadrons engaging one-another. With a measure of pity being spared for the two Victory Destroyers who more or less were warding off any flanking manoeuvres. Thalera casts a look of ire into the bridge recesses and gives yet another order; Considering the Battlecruiser's earlier action she anticipates another Hyperspace jump of some description. "Power-up our gravity wells! Block hyperspace escape vectors for the Scion of Hast, Seolhyun and Taeyeon. All engines stop, maintain position below the enemy"The manoeuvrable and deceptively fast Ashira waits patiently for Cosgrove's Destroyers to slam into the Silver Jedi Ships. It was a very ruthless move and Cosgrove in this moment had earned atleast a modicum of personal respect from Thalera.
Thalera clutches left-hand into a fist and slams it angrily against the holotable, eyes searching for her swarthy albeit attractive executive officer. "Get me on the line with Major Dagget, Commander."The officer nods and connects Thalera's Comlink to the Major's TEAMCOM, communicating through what was left floating through space in the form of an oxidised aersol solution wasn't an issue with their Military-Grade communications systems. "Talon Actual, this is Duchess-Alpha. I demand that you send at least three fighter squadrons and one bomber squadron towards the FIV Deathwatch and Ambition at once. They're being overwhelmed by bombers, fighters and are currently engaging four frigate-class vessels. The rest of Grievous' forward destroyer group cannot spare any of our own squadrons as they're currently engaged by hostile small-craft, over." Thalera pauses sparing a glance to her executive officer and giving the woman an approving nod followed by a curt albeit cold."Thank you, Commander."The Ashira's turbolaser batteries elevate up towards the cruisers and carrier above it, invariably trading fire with the vessels. Given the Ashira's capability as an interdictor and the creation of tractor beam connections and gravity wells; Thalerasilently suspects they were about to become a massive target but alas, this might take the enemy's attention away from Grievous for a moment, but doing so would confirm Thalera's earlier suspicion in her mind. The Silver Jedi vessels were interested in escaping their doom.
OOC: I assumed that the Devastator was going to fire on the Aleen.
Location: Skor II
Objective: Engage the main First Order battlefleet
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Sko'saht"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"]
Engaging: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Charlotte Reed"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Music: Esper battle (FF12)
"The ANS Harrower: she's lost!" the sensor technician announced.
"That's weird: why did the enemy concentrate the fire of all three of its heavy units at one frigate, and moreover, a battlecruiser that has no real long-range firepower?"
"Admiral! We have enemy fighters, missiles coming our way!" Carmen shouted.
"Keep 8 fighter squadrons behind and have those engage those enemy missiles and enemy fighters: our friends have sent in additional squadrons to engage the enemy attack craft back in the enemy main fleet"
"Copy that, Therapist Actual" the squadron commander acknowledged.
"Admiral, we have a communication from our Silver Jedi friends" the communications officer responded.
"On screen"
Arisa Yune said:
"This is Watchman Yune, coming in from behind you all, ETA three minutes. When I come within range, I will begin my strike against the First Order's main body. Sharing firing solutions, please ensure that your fighters remain clear of my firing lines."
"That ought to relieve us some. You take care of the enemy flagship, I take care of the enemy destroyers" she told Arisa over the encrypted channel.
The enemy fighter squadrons made very limited damage to the shields, while aiming for the sensor equipment, as well as the communications equipment and thus far avoided engaging Therapy Command's X-Wings, but with her own Star Destroyers' point-defense being tied up engaging the missiles fired from the enemy cruisers, the enemy Halberds have significantly drained the artillery cruisers' shields by firing several of these new Long Lance weapons at them. But the explosion of the Harrower sent pieces flying all over the place, making it more dangerous for the unshielded enemy TIEs to fly around as they went for another pass, while also having to contend with point-defense fire under the form of high-speed 12.7mm or 20mm armor-piercing slugs fired at 3 km/s without tracers. By now the fighter screen has begun engaging missiles and TIEs alike; the enemy is now within standard turbolaser range. Meanwhile, her Star Destroyers began to position themselves so that their own dorsal batteries have a clear shot at the enemy command tower right in front of them. Unlike previous encounters, here it seems that the enemy somehow didn't aim for the carrier. It seems to be throwing a wrench into both of us, she thought, while knowing that Arisa woul likely inflict more trauma than Cathul ever would here: even if she destroyed the battlecruiser, as she almost did to the Contempt back on Kaeshana (and because of which the Contempt is still out of service a year after the fact), the enemy was more likely to expect the destruction of a battlecruiser from Cathul, from Therapy Command, than from Arisa or the Silver Jedi she fought under. Provided, of course, that the battlecruiser was destroyed.
"We have to reconfigure our firing solutions while our friends just... microjumped" Tanith reported, in a dry tone.
"Lictor, open fire on the FIV Bold, with all available batteries, Latrines, fire at the FIV Commendation; Moenia, Otoh Sancture, Spinnaker, fire on the Courage! That ought to soften the enemy point-defense for our friends"
"How are we to use our attack craft?" Tanith asked.
"I want one D-Wing squadron, each escorted by one X-Wing squadron, aimed at each of the Halberds, and fire proton rockets while in range. Also, Lothal, Aleen, aim your MIRVs at the enemy Halberds: one MIRV per frigate. Otherwise aim your main batteries at the missile cruisers: Lothal, fire at the Bombardier, Aleen, fire at the Devastator"
"We're in range of the enemy Star Destroyers" the captain of the Tector announced, while debris from the exploded Harrower flew all over the place.
"As for the K-Wings, squadron 1 shall split between the Bombardier and the Devastator, squadrons 2 and 3 will attack the Bombardier, squadrons 4 and 5 will attack the Devastator, each group is to be escorted by 2 squadrons of fighters"
"That ought to free up a ninth squadron for the screen, but what are our orders?" the captain of the Bajulator asked.
"Tector, fire at the Bajulator, fire at the Menace, monitors, aim for the command tower of the Menace"
"None of us can bring aft batteries to bear; fire as many batteries as we can on the Menace! As for the missiles, I want 10 assault concussion missiles on each of the enemy missile cruisers" Carmen ordered.
At the beginning, the D-Wings each fired two proton rockets at their designated targets, meaning that the enemy artillery frigates will each receive 20 proton rockets, in addition to two MIRVs unleashing seven concussion missiles apiece, while the K-Wings dropped one heavy bomb and two proton rockets each on the missile cruisers, making it so that they each have to contend with the firepower of 60 proton bombs in addition to 30 proton rockets and 10 concussion missiles. And that's not counting the fact thay they would also have all four turrets' worth of heavy equipment fired at them. They were coming under heavy fire, but the artillery frigates were also fired at by other parties, so Cathul didn't feel that much of a pressing need to engage them. However, the Menace would have over 2800 turbolasers' worth of fire directed at it, 720 of which would come under the form of hypervelocity cannons and 216 as ion cannons, the rest as turbolasers. Yet, at that range, aiming for the command tower would mean that some shots may end up hitting the superstructure below; from the perspective of the Star Destroyers, the Menace presented the largest target. But since Carlyle charged head-on, the frigates presented themselves head-on, too, so as to present themselves the smallest targets possible to the enemy, with 136 turbolaser shots being fired at each of the Bold and Commendation, with a somewhat higher volume of fire being concentrated at the Courage. It was far from over: a sudden distress call from one [member="Aeron Kreelan"] reached Cathul's encrypted command channel, regarding medvac:
"Admiral, priority one message from the Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform" the communications officer told Cathul.
Aeron Kreelan said:
[ 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 Canal, Second Lieutenant Raph Thule and Sol Setzi. Can you confirm, over?]
"Alliance Command, this is Therapy Command, we confirm that medvac is en route now, and casvac is en route as well, over" she responded to [member="Aeron Kreelan"]. She then switched channels to a channel addressed at [member="Canal"], [member="Raph Thule"] and [member="Sol Stazi"]: "This is Therapy Command: medvac and casvac are en route now, ETA 3 minutes and closing. I understand that medvac and casvac did the best they could, however, each second counts"
"Therapist Actual, this is Medvac Actual: we need a sitrep. Also what's our destination?" the medvac squadron leader asked over the encrypted command channel.
"Medvac Actual, poodoo has rained at Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform, biochemical warfare, apparently: head there at the double, stat! Once you have collected the wounded and the casualties, make for Polis Massa at max hyperdrive speed"
For weeks, the Circle of Healers, under the aegis of Therapy Command, have been running medvac and casvac based on the Graug and the Yuuzhan Vong's actions on Skor. They were busy ferrying the dead and the wounded from Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport this entire time, to the Polis Massa research base, where, to this day, casualties are still being handled. Feth it, the First Order has been up to no good. They ignored our warnings and yet they claimed to come in peace. Mustafar and, in particular, Vader's Castle, were mentioned as being targeted by chemical warfare in the AAR; if the reports are correct, this is the same kind of biochemical attack we're dealing here, but that's what the Circle of Healers and Therapy Command are for, she thought, while the medvac teams diverted all power to the engines, racing towards Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform hoping that they won't be caught in the crossfire, and braking as hard as possible when coming into range of the station, narrowly avoiding a collision in the end. They initiated the docking sequence, and not one moment too soon. Driven by a sense of urgency, the crews wasted no time getting ready to collect the sick, the wounded and the dead from this dastardly biochemical attack.
Location: Tailing [member="Sasha Starkos"]
Alies: FO, Sasha Starkos
Enemies: GA
Gear: Bio
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Jaron hadn't stopped following the sniper since her exit from the landing. She seemed the independent sort, had no problem taking care of herself, and seemed to come off Corellian. Of course Jaron was intrigued. He was practically Corellian himself having been raised on the planet himself. He could only hope to find someone the world he loved so much among the Order.
He had managed to lose her briefly as he had to fend off an attack of his own. It seemed Vong and Thud Bugs were lurking in the shadows as much as he was, and some of them managed to get away. One thud bug in particular managed to slip past and make for a figure on a nearby rooftop.
A smirk tugged at Jaron's lips when it turned out to be what helped him find the sniper once more. She'd gone unseen for the most part. However, her descent from the roof was undesirable at best. Falling into a refuse bin full of garbage was never plesant, but better than falling to one's death. There was a fun opportunity to tease her though, and considering the armor accentuated her shape, and the color accentuated any dirt, there was plenty to look at.
He emerged from behind as she turned down the alley. A chuckle escaped his mouth as his eyes were drawn to a fruit peel stuck to the curved backside of the woman. "You have something on your butt soldier," the Ren called out, his face still hidden from his mask. The man grinned hoping it would catch her attention, though he was hoping she didn't shoot first and ask questions later. "Where you headed? Shouldn't be traveling alone..."
Location: Took a wrong turn and ended up in Metro Big City (west??) Allies: The Galactic Alliance , [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] Enemies: Cheese, High Fructose Corn Syrup, The First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] Equipment: Armor, Basic Lightsaber, Leather bag filled with Felucia Spike Plant seeds
Theme: Just Tonight - Jimmy Eat World
Objective: Force Battery and Mind Protection!
Spencer seemed to have either lost the Vong that were chasing her or became some sort of a boring target and they wandered off somewhere else. Either way, Spencer Varanin was safe! Looking around she inhaled deeply and looked for the big building that would be labeled MUSEUM. Alas, she had taken a wrong turn and was now viewing a battle that was already in action. The woman was prepared to leave the battle seeing that that the Jedi there would have things for the most part taken care of, but that was until she felt something shifting in the Force. Instantly, the mentalist master felt a smirk pull at the corners of her lips.
Mentalism. It was one of the few arts that Force Users ever desired to master. There was a giddy squeal emitted from the blonde woman’s lips as she moved closer. Seeing her targets and her allies, Spencer focused her mind instantly. Unlike battle meditation (the woman’s greatest skill), Spencer focused on the small group of allies and herself. Years of mental training allowed her to flow within the Force with her mind, enhancing and protecting those around her.
Force Valor. A skill she was quickly taught as a padawan and used to enhance the capabilities of her team's accuracy, speed and the like. With her Force Valor, Spencer also added a layer of protection to her own mind and those around her. Exhaling the deep breath, the Mentalist found her center and she was ready for just about anything - with her own mind and body enhanced by Force Valor - things were about to get interesting.
Hopefully she wouldn't catch a glimpse of Gabriel's face...
Location: Salvagestuff Platform Allies: GA ([member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]) Allies in the area: [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Keric Dynt"] Enemies: FO ([member="Ara Ren"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Asharad Graush"]) Enemies in the area: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] Objective: Defense Gear: Here; Minus one concussion grenade
He cursed to himself to see his concussion grenade was sent back towards his direction. Both his eyes and his HUD warned him of the danger which caused him to react with sophisticated reflexes that he gained from all those countless battles he was involved and his genetic engineering. His energy shield was activated from his armor and somersaulted out of the ways of harm. Of course when he did some Stormtroopers did target his figure and shot him with crimson blaster bolts that were all absorbed by his shield. The Fett clone was well out of the blast and sonic shockwave radius of the grenade which caused more obstruction of junk and metal garbage for the two parties.
Immediately Canal used another pile of scrap as cover to shield himself from hostile fire from the Imperials as he needed to respond back to Alliance Command of medevacs aiding them.
"Command, do not send medevacs. It's a heated firefight and there are no survivors here except wounded Alliance personnel. Sending medevacs would increase the casualty ratings."
While [member="Aeron Kreelan"] was most likely a higher ranking officer than Canal, the captain had no problem with voicing his own opinion. Now if more reinforcements were being sent in the area of the combat, he wouldn't have any issue with that. But medics and doctors would just be in the way and potentially be killed or wounded.
Then scrap, metal, and debris was being thrown by a cyclone that was being formed that could be seen. Some Alliance soldiers were unlucky as they were crushed by the objects being thrown. But that ended when a Marine charged at the enemy and dissipated the funnel. It somewhat left him dumbfounded, but his guesses were that he carried a ysalamir on his back.
"Push it, troopers!"
Blaster bolts from Canal's own DC-17m were directed at the enemy while trying to not shoot at Lieutenant Thule.
Exterior, Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform Twilight Company Recon Mission Skor II, Outer Rim
Entropy.
Of all the words to describe the exposed walkways of the orbital platform in the first moments after Galactic Alliance and First Order troopers had begun to clash in earnest, none came closer to capturing the truth. What had opened with a cat and mouse game of strategic positioning and support by fire had all to quickly deteriorating into a good old fashioned slug fest. Within melee range, it was the First Order stormtroopers who held the edge, both in terms of technology and the brutality of their tactics. Still, with the aid of Sol's rotary cannon and several of the platoon's other heavy weapons bearers, they had made the enemy pay for every meter they gained towards such an advantageous position.
For a time, Lieutenant Stazi was beginning to believe they might hold, at least in time for further reinforcements from orbit to arrive and oust an enemy already penetrating the platform interior with practiced efficiency. It was not until the First Order Sith came, crimson saber wielding dark knights infused with malice and cruelty, that Sol knew first platoon's current strategy was untenable. Thankfully, the Sixty-First had been at this a while, and a decisive head to head engagement was not the bottom of their bag of tricks. Ordering a strategic withdrawal, the duros Lieutenant himself provided sprays of covering fire as the rest of his men disappeared around corners of massive garbage piles, or faded into the blackness of the void that was their backdrop.
And for a short time, they had spread out into fireteams and waited, abiding. It was a gamble, to be a sure, but a calculated one. Under normal circumstances, splitting his forces would be a grave tactical miscalculation, but with Sith bolstering the enemy's ranks, clustering too tightly together would make them easier to track, and likely get his platoon boxed in and killed. Emboldened by the sight of the hated Galactic Alliance dogs supposedly breaking, the First Order would grow overconfident and look at the platform not as a fight still to be won, but a victory but for a few minor loose ends.
And that was when Twilight Company began to strike.
Sticking to the edges of the First Order positions at first, drawing off or otherwise ambushing smaller groups or lone troopers, the mobile infantry platoon fell back to one of their greatest strengths. Guerrilla tactics. Soon, the time would be right for them to grow bolder. Soon, they would plan a strike on the platform's bridge itself.
"We can't stay here long," growled Sergeant Jowdarr softly in Shryiiwook, "Our position's most likely already compromised."
Sol nodded in grim understanding, otherwise not adjusting his focus from the task at hand, "Adjust three meters planetside, hold...take the shot."
The bowcaster barked out once more, and in the distance an ivory plated sentinel crumpled into a heap before ricocheting off the platform deck and floating away into the black, the fall having somehow disengaged the trooper's maglocks.
"Good kill," the Lieutenant said, exhaling into his helmet at last, "Alright, pack it up. We're due to link up with second squad in five."
As they made a hasty departure from a vantage that would quickly be swarming with stormtroopers, Sol could only hope that the elements of the task force in Metrobig City were having a better time of it.
Location: IN hyperspace on the way to Skor
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] @Zark @Cathul Thuku [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Charlotte Reed"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Objective: Enter spectacularly Mood Music
Equipment: 1x Standard Lightsaber, 1x Shoto lightsaber, 1x Saberstaff, 1x Pikesaber, Leviathan Armor System. RIDE: Shinigami
Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of a single ship that was mid jump through hyperspace sighing he stretched backward in the command throne waiting for what would probably be the most harrowing ride of his life. This ship was going to come out of hyperspace in what he assumed would be a very massive space battle the Shinigami as he had come to name the Evakmar Mk 3 that he had actually legitmately purchased some time ago was serving as the transition device for his army and himself. Today he would be taking the fight to the ground alongside the members of the Red Fang, Drakon Regiment, The Shadow Gundan, and the Dark Jedi of Bogan. Apparently when his old friend had left he had left orders that his men and ships were to follow the orders of Aedan sense he had been adopted into the Sin family so now they served as another member to Aedan's ground forces. These men and woman sat in the belly of the massive troop carrying ship ready to disembark the moment the three large ramps descended. But first it was up to Aedan and his men to get them there standing Aedan walked forward just as the white lines of hyperspace faded to the all to familiar black scape and dots of standard space only for a moment did this peaceful view last before it was disrupted by the signs of opposing fleets. Normally this would be where Aedan would feel the normally excited feeling that was followed by his own force of ships that would start plowing into the flank of the First Order vessel. As it stood he was in the unlucky position of having to slip by the First Order vessels in a lightly armed but heavily shielded troop carrying bucket. Looking over to his communications officer he shrugged and gestured to the woman a small smirk crossing his lips. "Might as well let everyone know we are here. Hack into all open coms channels and open ship wide broadcasting. Begin playing the music of our arrival." Turning back to the viewport Aedan smirked as his communications officer went to work and a loud song started to blare over the ships comms.
Once the song was being sent over an open channel to anyone who was foolish enough to be using them to communicate with the enemy the Shinigami started to blaze a path forward swiftly. Within the ship the men started to move the Red Fang moving towards their drop pod bays they would be the first ones on the ground securing a landing site outside the large metro city that seemed to be a focal point of the invasion. On the bridge Aedan opened his eyes and turned leaving the captain of the ship in charge as he made his way to his quarters to change into his newest armor system that had been given to him by an old friend and fellow criminal at the time. The Leviathan Armor System was truly a fairly intriguing work of craftsmanship that had been given to him by Miss Blonde some time ago. Now would be one of the first wars that saw the Ex Pirate King bringing the powered suit of armor out of the closet and into the lime light. Slowly putting the armor on along with a jetpack that would assist him for a bit in combat Aedan than started to strap on the various lightsabers that he would be taking with him on this adventure the first to be used a Lightsaber pike that he had not used in some time. With that finished the ex pirate turned and made his way towards the quarters of an old friend and fellow combatant for the day the Mandalorian Wrecking Ball Nolan Detta. Slamming a power armored fist against the man's door Aedan shouted through it. "OI DETTA GET YOUR ARSE IN GEAR WE ARE IN SYSTEM AND MAKING A RUN FOR THE PLANET YOU ARE DROPPING WITH THE RED FANG HURRY UP!"
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
The sound of his repeating laser cannon reverberated around the cockpit as he strafed the shield dome once more. The exposed towers, poor maneuverability and lack of fighter defences were clear weaknesses of these models and he couldn't fathom why this strike group hadn't brought some escorts or a carrier.
“Keep hitting it, the dome can't take much more!” Asmus called. The haptic pad against his right hip vibrated, drawing his attention to the sensor display. “Alright Wraith we have bogeys coming in!”
His eye scanned the readouts. This was the point of the battle where chaos reigned. Where individual snap decisions and reflexes were the difference between victory and defeat. Already he could see the TIE fighters in familiar patterns. The imperial love of strict doctrine and structured training would be their undoing. Mass produced starfighters, mass produced pilots. They often struggled to deal with anything outside the norm.
“Flight One! Chad on me we're going to play peekaboo with these TIEs under the starboard wing of the Victory's shields. Wilson, Carolina, their shields are faltering make another run and bring that command tower down!”
Those two, in their TR-20 and custom Y-Wing respectively were most suited to finish the dome off and expose the bridge to be annihilated from behind by the elite fighter squadrons. Naomi’s baradium missiles could crack a frigate in two in the right conditions with one detonation. Asmus settled himself at the controls. He was one with his ship and it was one with him.
They streaked out towards the TIE and as expected they assigned a neatly organised flight to engage them. Asmus pulled away hard before they reached weapons range and retreated with their quarry in tow. This was risky. As he headed back towards the Ambitious her batteries tried to pick him and Chad off. The TIEs certainly weren't expecting the fighters to hide behind the penumbra of First Order destroyer’s hull.
Yet as soon as they lost line of sight asmus switched thrust on his port engines. The craft carried on along its vector but flipped around its vertical axis. Then he burned hard, feeling himself forced back into his seat.
As the TIEs Dover under the wing of the Victory they were met by a stream of repeating cannon fire. The nearest had bolts rip through the spherical cockpit, carrying on its path without exploding. The second took them to the wing, breaking apart into pieces that struck the destroyer. In the shadow of the Ambitious, the typically jovial Asmus Janes despatched TIE fighters with a ruthless efficiency to buy his squadron the time to finish the job...
OOC/ Wraith and Ghost squadron split into formations to engage TIEs and finish the Ambitious.
Location: Metrobig City
Allies: FO, [member="Sasha Starkos"]
Enemies: GA
The troopers remained to sit in silence, some in deep thought. Suddenly, Joe felt a buzzing. His holocommunicator was coming on. A man in an officer's uniform appeared.
"Forget your current objective, trooper. We need you to escort [member="Castor Ren"] and his team. We will come back to the Hall of Big Time Heroes later."
"Yes, sir. I will do so. I will call my men and we will leave."
Joe turned off the hologram, and ordered the two men with him to leave the Hall. Other than the Windu statue, the Hall of Big Time Heroes was junk. There were gaping holes everywhere, and some statues beyond repair. They came to the creaky front door, opened it, and walked outside.
The roads were not crowded with Squibs before. Instead, they ran in panic and jumped inside houses or any structure that could protect themselves from the blaster fire. Also, the Squibs were twice as scared as Joe and the other two stormtroopers than when he first entered. Most of them just ran off or begged for mercy, but the troopers ignored that and walked on.
Their walking turned into jogging as they came to the more isolated and ruined areas of town. Joe didn't want another Vong attack, especially after one had almost ripped his head off. Indeed, there was some strange noises in the backround that may have been Vong. The shortest route to the Ren was through the center of the Vong-infested area, but it only took ten minutes. Those would be some of the longest ten minutes of his life.
Reepicheep Memorial Park, Metrobig City
[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Jentaral's short, broad blade scattered Vong gore as it scythed down to catch the retrosaber by Ashin's right hip. The corded saber squealed oddly as it chewed into high-end alchemical metal. To counter the second strike, a thrust, Ashin whipped the short sword through half a clockwise arc and threw the retrosaber's point off to her left. She skipped back, examining the two notches in a weapon she'd thought effectively indestructible. With a grimace, she slipped it back into its sheath and raised her empty hands.
But not in surrender. Her hands closed into fists, first two fingers tight, second two loose, knuckles aligned with her forearms.
"Then let's resolve today and reexamine tomorrow."
Jaxton furrowed a brow as the woman spoke. A bout of fisticuffs? A decidedly non-lethal way to finish a fight? An offer of peace tomorrow after he'd cut into a blade she very well wasn't expecting to be cut? Intriguing. Jaxton slipped a thumb off the momentary switch of his retrosaber, but kept it in hand.
"You are an interesting woman Ashin Varanin." Jaxton said. "If your blade unto that bench I'll do the same." He offered. Jaxton didn't fully trust Ashin, her blade was a short one built for thrusts. Easily drawn and lethal the closer you got to it.
"No, Master Ravos, that's not the kind of fair fight I had in mind. Your skills and your unique weapon against my empty hands. If I win, you come see what I have to offer. If you win, well, you'll have given Ashin Varanin a serious scar or a need for a new body. There aren't many that can say the same.
The Conqueror of a Thousand Worlds laughed, and then presented terms. Neither of which sat well with Jaxton. He'd given her a chance at fair nonlethal combat, yet she was more interested in handicaps. Her life it seemed, was a cheap price to pay. It felt as if Jaxton were playing with house money.
"I accept." Jaxton replied, deciding that Karrde's hubris was not his responsibility. He would lower his frame back into a ready stance, then ignite the retrosaber with a snap-hiss as he brought it to the side of his face. Low vom tag, for those who knew the term. As was inevitable, the overhead strike came with blinding quickness. His lightsaber was a blur, and his opponent would have to be too.
Reepicheep Memorial Park, Metrobig City
[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Or not.
Ashin closed her eyes against the glare of the retrosaber's blade. A lightsaber tended to give off a splash of yellow light when it struck a blaster bolt, another saber, or a few other things. It did so now as it slammed into a layer of hardened air and impenetrable will a fingerwidth from Ashin's forehead. For a long moment, burning hair overwhelmed the stink of Vong blood as a lock fell to the gore-soaked pavement. She'd specialized in Force protection out of practicality, but she had to admit she loved the fear and outrage and disbelief that swelled in the Force whenever she stopped a lightsaber or a laser cannon.
Ashin's eyes snapped open. Her right fist unfolded and lashed out in a spear-hand strike. Stiffened, slightly bent fingers jabbed at the underside of Jaxton's left wrist. The goal was to wear down his fine control of the saber by attrition.
Location: Somewhere in the Squib City
Allies: FO
Enemies: GA
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Talon Ren did not consider switching tactics. It was not that he was obstinate, or lacking in options. It was rather that his current plan was only at the beginning of its potential. You see, two-handed attacks, especially from someone physically strong, generated energy. Blocking them took energy and if not executed perfectly, you risked a broken bone — which would hamper your defences significantly. So he simply continued to throw in combination after combination from the hundreds in his repertoire, none controlled by a conscious thought — his mind was focused on her and what she might do next, his mental faculties considering any fluctuation in the Force that suggested a move.
It was too early to tell if she was tiring yet — each species had different tolerances to physical activity — but he knew he could keep this up indefinitely, using the Force to aid his pace and power.
So when she parried one of his strikes to the side, he was prepared to simply allow his training to kick in and select another combination at random.
Which was when she struck.
She had pace and no doubt surmised that all he had was brute strength. Which underestimated both the relentless training he had pushed himself through for all these years and his connection to the dark-side.
He sensed the blow before he saw it and took control of his saber from his unconscious mind and gave it to the Force. His legs were set and he was in no mind to attempt some complicated acrobatics to leap out of the way.
Nor was he prepared to allow her the momentum by simply parrying and affording her the chance to take the upper hand. So he did what he believed was right and what the dark side told him to do. He decided to play a simple game of chicken.
Her stance suggested she was in control and this was no accidental strike — clearly she’d planned this. Every Force User was prepared to dish out pain, but few genuinely wanted to take it, not if they were given the choice. Talon Ren had suffered terrible injuries in his life and lived with pain daily. It wasn’t so much a friend as a close acquaintance.
So as she thrust her saber towards his abdomen, he mirrored the strike. If she followed though with the attack, she would have to accept her forward momentum would impale her on his own saber. Or she could choose to pull back, sacrificing her own strike but ensuring she was not skewered by the Knight of Ren. Talon did not care one way or the other — which was always a dangerous person to face in a fight.
Elmont held back and continued to allow Trenton and Choli to take the lead. He could sense the dark side and wanted to end the talking — however important it was perceived — and confront the Sith or Dark Jedi or whoever they were. He ached for the talking to stop and the fighting to begin. It was why he was here and why he was a Jedi after all.
So the news that members of the First Order were here to parley with the Squibs was not precisely music to his ears. He wanted to be on some battlefield somewhere, not entering into some debate about who the local government should be siding with. In Elmont’s view, the Force should decide.
“Not good?” he replied to Choli. “You’re telling me. I’m guessing that starting hostilities with someone wishing to talk to the King would be considered bad form. Which limits my options and cramps my style somewhat.”
“And who ever heard of an unarmed Sith? Their aura precedes them. I can only hope they try something rash, then we can step up to defend the honour and the person of the King.”
Location: Squib City
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kriel Firin"]
The Ren seemed to manage to seemlessly transition into a stabbing thrust while she attempted to run him through. Her opponent sought to imitate her manoeuvre. Even though the way he had been attacking her would have made this...extremely awkward, to put it lightly. If not impossible.
However, Kaida did not chicken. This blizzard of a woman did not pull back an inch. For it was not her survival that was at stake. She did not fear the embrace of pain. More to the point the sweet kiss of his crimson blade would not touch her flesh.
For she had been wearing her phrik armour all this time - and his blade sought to strike a spot where the armour plating would have been the strongest. It would absorb the attack. So instead of hastening out of the way, she followed through with her strike to pierce his stomach and impale him upon her burning yellow blade.
A Darksider may be able to draw strength from pain, but it was extremely difficult to do this and get anything out of it after being run through with a laser sword.
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