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

Relit Vandal · May 2, 2017

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

The dispatch component of the marines flooded through the hallways, moving with a certain modicum of stealth and tact. Given the coordinates of the landed platoon of six, unknowingly commanded by [member="Saul Kruger"], the six Galactic Alliance soldiers moved in to the indicated blastport and took up defenses positions just at the entrance.

::First Order Soldiers, you're surrounded. Lay down your arms and surrender and no bloodshed will come your way!::

They weren't sure it was First Order. But based on the fact that they hadn't announced themselves over communications, the soldiers had no other conclusion to draw upon. If not given option, the men prepared to strike out with flashbangs and weapons blazing. But for now, they remained out of sight and hidden behind partial walls and deteriorating columns.

~~~

If not for the seriousness of the engagement, Relit would have chuckled at the passion of one particular [member="Audrey Saint George"]. He would confess that while he was not one for taking life, no matter the species, that the power of teamwork and success was indeed a persuasive tonic. And while his preference was life, he had long shed any desire to forgo it at the risk of others. The Galactic Alliance had taken that hesitation from him, long ago. Of course, the woman was doing her fair share with the other soldiers, though largely in suppression fire. Multiple Vong hid behind the warbeast, others laying dead in the in between, as they fired thud bugs from chitin carbines that were blindly fired around the large legs of the beast. Caught in the fire, insects exploded through out, slicking the surface and walking space with slippery goo that would pose, at the very least, walking hazards for the unknowing.

Plop. Plop plop.

He felt a ping as a certain individual arose from slumber, making their presence known. Whipping his head to the right, he looked up towards the computer.

"Computer, show me landing bay 17." He recalled the number, barely legible, painted in faded yellow on the wall. With energy sapped for the continuing supply of the tractor beam, the computer merely complied without enthusiastic response. The screen showed the little vaetling, moving forward cautiously in the low light. Relit's heart was warmed to see his little friend.

<<Vaet, my friend. Follow my aura. Just passed the McYodas. You will be here soon.>>

He checked over the screens that showed the way between here and there. No Vong that he could see and as it stood, he believed the First Order would soon remove the last remnants of what stood between them and historical investigation. But he was without true capabilities to prevent their departure, not without sacrificing the position.

Turning to the camera back at the landed FIV Discovery, it continued to struggle against the universe-renown tractor beams of the Squib. Panning the camera down, he watched as the remaining force of marines made their way into the facility.

::Commander. Keep your distance and be safe. We will run analysis on munitions. It is evidently a science vessel but I doubt she lacks teeth.::

::Roger that. We'll keep distance and await confirmation. If it starts breaking free of that beam, we will move forward.::

They moved forward and in similar fashion as their contingent, took up defensive positions to await word back from the Jedi Master. Who, as a matter of fact, was now sorting out the analytical process with his new friend, Squibby.

Darth Carnifex · May 2, 2017

Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Beat up Gabriel and also beat up the giant green Lovecraftian beast
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Theme: Breeding Violence - Whitechapel
Equipment:

The Dark Lord swung his blade back and forth, bisecting Vong and chopping off limbs with each swipe. The specially designed VT Disruptor lenses built into each of his blades allowed him to negate the power glands of the Vong weaponry, making them as resilient to his weapon as any other basic armor. One of the Vong attempted to ambush him from behind, but he merely twirled his blade and pivoted to decapitate the Vong's amphistaff before cutting a shallow canyon across his chest with the follow-up swing.

To his left was another trio of Yuuzhan Vong, each of them hungering for his blood. He would not grant them such pleasure.

He couldn't fling them off of the Slivlith with the Force alone, their unique biology and detachment from the Force prevented that, but he could affect the environment around them. He reached out with a free hand, fingers flexing like talons, to exude a powerful wave of Force energy towards the Slivlith's flesh right at their feet. There was a ripple across the beast's hide, and then an explosion of gore rupted forth to unbalance the trio of Vong who were immediately knocked from the Slivlith's back. But it seemed that with every Yuuzhan Vong he slew two more would quickly take its place, the beast seemed to be infested with their malignance.

Another came at him and he jabbed forward with his blade to impale the Vong's midsection, ut as he did he found another blade joined his, that of Gabriel's. He swung upward to wrench his blade free of the Vong's corpse, and twirled it around again to swipe at Gabriel. They were now both perched atop the Slivlith which began flying through the air at high speeds, the cityspace quickly blurring in their peripherals as they re-engaged with vigor and determination. The Sith Lord was also aware of the gunship trailing them, taking pot shots at the beast. From its making it did not appear to be an Imperial vessel, which most likely meant that it was an Alliance vessel and thus the enemy of himself personally. He'd have to deal with it when he wasn't fighting one of his mortal enemies on the back of a flying beast going two hundred kilometers per hour.

Trextan Voidstalker · May 2, 2017

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Jacques"] [member="Sasha Starkos"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Trextan tried to not make it seem as if he was glaring at the newcomers. He needed to watch them but not take an aggressive stance. Jacen would have been able to do this. It was painfully frustrating how impassive his features could remain through the greatest crisis. The teenager had far less control over his own expression.

He caught Elmont’s eye briefly then turned to Choli. Behind those mental walls he felt something surge against them. Trextan swallowed and turned to listen to the offer and the king's response. There would come a time for the Alliance to make its voice heard, to remind the Squib of the deals already struck and the dangers involved for any non-human species living under the First Order. For now, this was all on the Squib to listen and - without doubt - barter.

King Adegabaydee could stand for a bit of flattery. More importantly he could stand to hear the potential for increased industry. He was, in many ways, more figurehead than leader. The Squib were a divided people who often served the interests of themselves and those closest to them first. The many treaties and financial arrangements that bound their people together were inherently complex, doubly so for an outsider. But Adegabaydee was getting old. Sometimes he liked to imagine having a legacy. Having a united people with a cause. Like this First Order.

“You are welcome here. We would never refuse an offer. And you offer a great deal. But why did you not come and make this before landing your troops on our planet without permission?” There were other reservations to explore, but they could wait for later. After all there were details. And a squib loved that part.

That was when Beequay stepped forwards, clearly agitated. “We say no weapons!” He called out at the stormtrooper who had decided to draw a stun baton in the middle of the hall.

FN-999 said:
Eventually, the group came across a Squib wearing a crown, most likely the king. The Sith with him began talking about the planet joining the Order, but Joe was not interested in simple politics. He put his blaster on his utility belt and took out his riot baton instead, just in case any Jedi were to come. As the Sith continued to negotiate, he waited silently for some form of strike.

Trextan took half a step forwards. His artificial hand twitched just an inch from his saber. The tension was suddenly palpable. All eyes were on the stormtrooper. Except the king's.

His were still on Castor.

He raised one hand to calm his own people. Trextan pulled his foot back that half step. The king canted his head to one side a fraction, his whiskers twitched briefly.

“Well?” He asked Castor, one hand sweeping towards the trooper.

Trextan mirrored the King's gesture. Elmont's unease was simple enough to detect and he didn't want to be responsible for escalating the situation. Even if the First Order had already managed to kill a number of squib as part of their mission to 'extend their hand

FN-999 · May 2, 2017

Location: Skor II, near [member="Castor Ren"]
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Sasha Starkos"], [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], TBD
Gear: In signature

Joe stepped back in shock when the Squib yelled at him for taking out his baton, and not wanting to start any large conflict he wouldn't get through, put his riot baton in his utility belt. However, he still kept his eyes out for possible attackers. He had publicly embarrassed himself enough now, he wasn't surprised if the Sith he was with would choke him to death. After all, he was just another trooper. As the guests started to lose interest in him and go back to watching the conversation with the king, he quietly sighed.

Public enforcement wasn't one of Joe's best jobs, he was more of a front-lines soldier than any police officer. He wasn't used to obeying anyone other than First Order superiors, so it was a bit confusing to see a non-military figure yelling at him.

Trextan Voidstalker said:
“Well?” He asked Castor, one hand sweeping towards the trooper.

Seeing a guest make a sweeping hand gesture toward Joe, it made him nervous. One of his few fears was being punished by a superior officer. At the worst, he could end up demoted or even executed. After all, he was just an average, expendable soldier. However, there was a more logical chance that since his weapon was away, nothing bad would happen to him and the speech would just continue on. He took a deep breath, knowing that logic was usually correct.

WolfMortum · May 2, 2017

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"], [member="Sasha Starkos"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="FN-999"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], Squib King.

Those of the First Order and the Knights of Ren had mostly all disarmed themselves and left their weapons out in the center of the street as had been requested of them, more so a demand though with their wish to gain an audience with the King what choice did they have without resorting to violence. Brennan on the other-hand remained outside, seeing little option available to enter the structure to which they met with the Squib and their leader, without first being detected.

His priorities had changed, shifting with the situation now as his people were held at a disadvantage. Without weapons what was to stop them from being denied and subsequently grieved by those of the Galactic Alliance, he wouldn't have it. It was here that Brennan stepped out from his cover and moved into the open view of the street, drawing his hood back to expose his young human features whilst walking towards the pile of weapons seemingly left unguarded. No doubt the Squib all feared for their King and found lust for the would-be barter that they'd neglected to secure the weapons themselves.

Among these weapons, the Blasters and whatever melee they'd come equipped with was [member="Castor Ren"]'s Sword.The weapon of huge importance to the Knight of Ren, Brennan's superior and inductee into the First Order, he held the hilt with a great respect over its craft and the power that seemed to flow off of it. It resembled everything that Brennan sought to gain, to become for the First Order, a Knight of Ren who's authority and strength could not be denied. Sheathing the blade down against is belt, he carried it and the other weapons out of the visible light that hung from the street lamps, back to where he had remained hidden during their entrance into the establishment.

[member="Jacques"] remained in doors, he could feel the man through their continued telepathic link and to him, Brennan spoke through shared thought. 'All arms have been secured, should the situation inside deteriorate, bring the others west of the entrance, I will meet you half way'. It was a back-up plan and perhaps poorly put together with little real planning though Brennan was having to adapt to the situation, making himself of whatever use possible to further their cause, not having been able to meet with the King alongside the others as planned.

Alkor Centaris · May 2, 2017

Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Brennan Cabrol"], [member="FN-999"]
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Choli Vyn"], Squib King

0772 sighed audibly as the Stormtrooper who conveniently forgot to disarm when asked readied his baton, incited the distrust of the king, and put the First Order envoy on the back foot in one fell swoop. His eyes slowly opened, and he found the blue form of King Adegabayee. The creature was a flickering flame in the grand scheme, a puppet of the Alliance, but just as much a crucial voice for the Squib. Ifthey ain any ground in this venture, he would need to take action.

No one do anything without the Exemplar's approval, he reproached the Stormtrooper less severely than he would receive later, most likely from the Ren himself. I will take necessary actions to diffuse this situation.

The link slowed, and their minds dulled a bit as 0772 withdrew. It was necessary for him to devote all of his prowess to a single target in order to influence or dominate them. His gaze seemed hollow as he fixated on the uncertain creature; and as the group dissembled quickly into whispers and distrust, he instilled order.

It came not as a voice in the mind of the King, but as if one of his own thoughts. There is nothing to fear from these envoys. We've disarmed them. We have the upper hand. It will not hurt to hear them out.

As he implanted the thought, 0772 moved slowly over to the Stormtrooper (FN-999) and reached out a hand. "Your weapon," he spoke in a calm, yet stern voice. "Relinquish it. Our hosts have been kind enough to hear us out. We can honor their terms."

His hand remained extended until the Stormtrooper complied. "We honor our promises," he added strictly. His eyes were in the King now, and his lips curled into a kind smile. "That is how the First Order operates."

Laira Darkhold · May 2, 2017

Location: Open Space
Allies: GA [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: @Carlyle long name
Engaging: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Sev'ayn'nuruodo"] | [member="Adalric Vastor"]
Fleet:

FWS Sovereign (Command)
FWS Watch Tower
FWS Devil Eyes
FWS Witch Sight
FWS Lance
FWS Spear

10 Hecr-class Sentry Fighters
10 To Vhin-class Electronic Warfare Fighters
48 Ra'gr-class Superiority Fighters
(6 of 7 Squadrons)

While Rach Vizla and his command vessel continued to deal with the First Order ships under the control of the Admiralty aboard the Sovereign, the Watch Tower and the Lance moved to deal with the newer arrivals.

The Watch Tower moved sluggishly by comparison to the Haran'uliik-class Frigate which pulled further and further ahead of its much larger sibling, the Captain of the Star Defender standing at the edge of the bridge, starring into the vast emptiness of space. "Target that carrier with the long guns. Come up with firing solutions as quickly as possible." The crew of the Watch Tower was much greener than that of the Sovereign, having fought in fewer escapades and the Captain a young up and comer from after the days of Mand'alor Vizsla. The crew began reacting, turning the two main turrets onto the large carrier. The other contact was far too small for the HVC's to target or track with any degree of accuracy at this distance.

"Fire when ready."

Behind the Fast Frigate pulling forward the first torrents of fire began plummeting in the direction of the First Order Carrier commanded by Captain Vastor, filling the space below the Frigate with eighteen second bursts of hypervelocity rounds from the lagging and wounded Star Defender.

The Lance simply continued its approach, planning to pound away with its flak cannons once it pulled up and over the edge of the carrier in the fore of the flank guard.

Tobias Wrynn · May 2, 2017

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Suravi Teigra"]

"Watch that blast to port," Daggett spat across the short range comm. As they finished their first strafe, the TIEs broke away and pulled high into Immelmann turns, preparing for a second run. The Major belayed that. "The ship that just went up is going to pepper the carrier with debris, let its shields soak the damage for us. Don't risk any lives flying through that deathtrap."

They halted their turns halfway through and pulled straight up and out, away from the Alliance ships. Daggett deftly evaded some defensive fire with a spin, then abruptly caught the command from Governor Isianthar. Kriffing xenos, he snorted as her haughty demeanor grated against his sensibilities. Still, the Eldorai woman outranked him, and the chain of command was absolute.

Order was everything.

"Hard copy, my lady," he said, tongue in cheek. "I'll escort some bombers to reinforce you immediately."

The bombers burst out from the bowels of Admiral Rausgeber's fleet in short order, scrambled near the time the Silver Jedi entourage joined the fray. A hail from command attached them to Dagget's contingent, and the Major quickly confirmed.

"Talon, break toward our new friends. Teach them the might of the Supreme Leader."

Yes, sir! the proud response came as eleven voices yelled in unison in his ears. Major Daggett smirked beneath his helmet. How lucky he was to command such devoted men.

The Interceptors ripped across space and closed the distance to the Governor's Battlegroup in short order. They met rendevous with the TIE bombers, and soared beneath the Silver Jedi force peppering the ships with their vicious payload. Daggett watched for enemy starfighters and prompted his Interceptors to be ready at a moment's notice.

He found the waste of manpower and First Order lives on the part of the Eldorai somewhat distasteful, markedly, but the devotion of the men- willing to give all in the name of Seiger Ren- steeled his resolve. As they went up in glorious flames, he called to his men. "See as our brothers and sisters sacrifice their lives for Order," his chest swelled with pride. "Do not mourn them. Give them praise, and live as if to follow their example. Guidance and order breed true freedom."

"FOR SEIGER," they screamed back. "FOR ORDER!"

Daggett sprayed several Alliance fighters that came too close with a steady spray of fire, intent on dissuading them from the bombers. The Silver Jedi would pay for their insolence here with their lives.

"Corporal," he called across his comm to the TIEs defending Rausgeber's ships. "What's the status on those buzz droids?"

"Finishing them off now," the man replied as the TIEs strafed the Admiral's ships one last time. The last of the interloping machines was scattered to dust in space.

"Excellent," Daggett approved. He switched his frequency to the comms officer aboard Rausgeber's flagship. "You're in the clear as far as those droids go," he told them.

Aeron Kreelan · May 2, 2017

LOCATION: Metrocity West

Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]
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.

As expected, it all went to karking poodoo.

The Icarii felt pain. Loads of pain. The sort that made you feel as if your bones were grinding together and muscles protesting after a heck of a pumping iron session at the training center. Only that this wasn't the feel good burn of lifting weights, but more aptly, the mental telekinetic assault by the new figure that had come perhaps to the Barrel grabbing girl's defense. Bones popped and purple blooms burst as capillaries ruptured under her armor.

Oh you karking schutta.

The thing being, the Zeison Sha was her own force of nature when it came to dealing with pain and with telekinetic assaults. Her own training allowed her to use telekinesis as second nature - a natural process that was near instinctual. With this affinity, Aeron possessed the affinity to use telekinesis even under great stress and distraction to her concentration - allowing her to use her abilities even under great adversity.

In this case, the grit of teeth and the subsequent use of flame from [member="Mishel Ren"] to counter the Ice Elf's attack was enough to get the woman to act.

Whatever was blabbered on about, again, was ignored as Aeron holstered the blaster with a jerky movement. Free hand up, came the instinctual offensive Force Blast directed straight at @Samka Derith. Nevermind that [member="Aeden"] Miles had just shown up. He was an unknown third party that Aeron was just ticking in her mental map.

Once again, Aeron went for Mishel, grunting in pain and all, set to lock her in blood choke if possible, huffing and grunting and concentrating on locking the woman's body as tight as she could against Aeron's own. And if she could dart the e'chuta with another loaded dart in any area that was vulnerable, well all the better.

Asheran Armorweave Armor with Lightshield bracer
SI-17 Stealth Blaster
Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
Wrist dart bolter with 4x 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

Sol Stazi · May 2, 2017

Location: Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Raph Thule, Keric Dynt, Bryce Bantam, Laira Vereen, Canal
Enemies: First Order, Kyrel Ren (engaging), Rexus Wenck (engaging), Torian Pierce, Nils Brenner, Ara Ren, Asharad Graush
Objective: Deny the Enemy a Strategic Beachhead, Beat Up Some Smileys
Gear:

Alliance Heavy Trooper Armor
Z-24 Rotary Cannon
GA-HBC-01 Blaster Carbine
BTI-CR "Ripper"
Vibrorapier
Thermal Detonators (bandolier of four)
Backup Vibroblades (2)
Spare Power Packs

Hellstorm
Interior, Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Skorr II Orbit, Outer Rim

They had maybe made it halfway across the killzone when the forces of nature itself overwrote themselves all around him.

Karking Sithspawn.

"Evade! Evade!"

Sol barely had time enough to warn his platoon through their encrypted comms before hurling himself violently to the side and (hopefully) out of the path of the rapidly approaching twister. Blinking the commands in his visor necessary to activate his jump jets, the extra push from his suit was just enough to push him clear of the hazard zone. Nearby, the Lieutenant could see several other members of Twilight safe and sound who had apparently had either quicker reflexes or the same idea. Others...others were not so lucky.

To their credit, the surviving members of first platoon did not need him to order them off their asses, they were already up and forcibly pushing their bodies through the gale force winds. By the time they had made it through, several more dropping in front of him from stormtrooper blasts, fully one third of Sol's remaining men were just gone. A few crumpled and impaled bodies here and there, but the majority had been blown back out through to the platform exterior and hurled out into the void beyond. That is, the ones who were lucky enough to avoid the direct path of the Force phenomenon itself. Of those, Lieutenant Stazi could see only a few scattered, raggedly torn limbs amongst all the viscera.

But then they were through, and the fact that they hadn't been immediately torn to shreds en masse by a line of precision rifle fire meant their barrage of thermal detonators had at least in part been successful. A guttural howl uttered forth from Sol's lips, too unintelligible to be any sort of recognizable battle cry, and suddenly they were among them, and the battle lines blurred until there was nothing but disarray. The rotary cannon slung across his back, he held his carbine before him like a battering ram, and the first stormtrooper he encountered he skewered right where the face mask met his breastplate. To his right, another First Order trooper returned the charge, a truly nasty looking melee weapon in one hand. Shifting the carbine to his off hand, the Lieutenant drew his BTI-CR Ripper one handed and unloaded a barrage of fully automatic laser fire at point blank. The ivory armored corpse jerked like a marionette, their body held up by the kinetic force of the blasts.

The sea of struggling bodies cleared in front of him, and for a split second he caught sight of a particularly vicious looking stormtrooper, the man he believed was their commander, standing directly over a marine with raised blaster in his hand.

"For the Alliance!" Stazi roared as he charged once more, carbine raised with the intent to skewer the stormtrooper commander from behind with his bayonet. ([member="Rexus Wenck"])

Natasi Fortan · May 2, 2017

ALLIES NEARBY

[member="Saul Kruger"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] (RIP buddy!)

ENEMIES NEARBY

[member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Vaet"]

Dr. Saint George fired her blaster over and over again, emptying yet another blaster pack in the battle. The whizzing thudbugs went everywhere, sailing over her head, impacting into the walls and floors and, occasionally, in a First Order soldier. Audrey ejected the blaster pack and again crouched down to reload. A moment later, something heavy fell on her back, knocking the librarian flat on the duracrete. A First Order stormtrooper had come down on her, and the wind was knocked out of her by the impact. The soldier was heavy -- roughly 190 lbs of muscly soldier -- and, combined with the weight of his armor, Audrey was quite overwhelmed.

"Excuse me," she called after a moment, shifting a little to try to shift his weight off her back. "Would you mind?"

No response.

Audrey turned, eyes tracing along the white armor, and let out a scream when she saw what had caused the soldier to lose his balance. A thudbug had hit him square in the face, shattering his helmet in half. The bug was stunned, its wings beating weakly as it clung on the man's face. Audrey looked around for her blaster, but it was lost in the shuffle, and she couldn't crawl far. Summoning all of her strength, she rolled the soldier over so she could free her legs, then eased him back onto his back. First thing first; she (despite being horrified at the very concept) plucked the thudbug off his face, setting it down nearby and then unfastening his broken helmet. "Your armor isn't subpar," she informed the unconscious guard, eyes gleaming somewhat madly as she struggled to remain calm in the face of his injuries. His face was broken; his eyesocket and cheek fractured, at the very least, if Audrey wasn't much mistaken. "I can see why you would think so, but my research suggests that these projectiles can travel as fast as a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour," she told him. "You fire anything that fast and -- " She paused, grunting with effort as she brought his helmet down on the bug once, twice, three times until she could feel it crunch. " -- it will probably break armor of this nature."

The soldier was unconscious, and so naturally did not respond. She was not a medical doctor, but Audrey suspected he had suffered head trauma from the impact. Without the helmet he would likely have died. With the helmet, he had broken bones and some cuts where the helmet had shattered into his skin. Audrey pulled off her backpack, dug in it for a medkit. The best she could do were some bacta patches and a medical beacon signaling that a medical pickup was required.

The battle raged around her as she went about her work. By the time she had finished up with the soldier, most of the battle had died down.

A soldier -- the Lieutenant [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], if she wasn't mistaken, seized her by the arm and pulled her up. "We need to move," he said. "We've done all we can for them." Four soldiers were down, some conscious but injured, others laying still. Audrey nodded distractedly. "Stay down. And don't forget this." He pressed her blaster back into her hand. "Stay in the middle."

And so it was that the group hurtled along the hallway, looking for the exit to the blastport while in a running gunfight with the straggling members of the Yuuzhan Vong attack squad.

Choli Vyn · May 2, 2017

Location: Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Those outside the gates!: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Castor Ren"] and [member="Jacques"] [member="FN-999"] @Jaron Leson [member="Sasha Starkos"]

Guard tower at the front gate

"Okay. I touch it first then you, koovy?" Said the first Squib in a low whisper.

"No. I go first! I saw it first!" cried Dika. Oh was her soft body trembling with anxious and giddy anticipation. Even her paws were rubbing together in glee.

"But Big guy gave to me to hold!" the protest ensued.

"You get other shiny and i can touch this shiny and then we trade!" The haggling ensued, the pair of Squibs moving back towards the area where they had stored the First Order weapons.

The thing about Squibs people didn't realize, is that the little balls of fluff totally abused took advantage of the galactic perception most would believe of them. That they were stupid. That they were just cute adorable tiny creatures. Yes, they were cheerful. Yes, they were gregarious and overconfident to the point of egotism -- and yes they were friendly and non-threatening.
But Squib curiosity and propensity for haggling made them unabashed pack rats.

That's where [member="Brennan Cabrol"] had made his mistake. Poopa along with several of the other guards had oh so most assuredly wanted to keep an eye on the First Order weapons. They were, after all precious shinies. While the haggling process itself was more valued than any spoils obtained, a Squib's idea of value differed from most other beings. Gaining a great quantity of something or obtaining something novel was highly desirable. They preferred to trade with things they could see and touch; so being very interested in touching those First Order weapons that had been handed over was a big part of two particular guard's desires.

Yet this didn't trump the very simple fact that a deal was a binding oath. Squibs went to great lengths to ensure their arrangements went through. They genuinely shunned deception and theft and taking the shinies after the deal was a biiiiggg no no.

Dika, the Squib who had been trembling with anticipation at the chance of rubbing her paws all over [member="Castor Ren"]'s sword had caught a shadow move past where the weapons had been stored. Her nose gave a twitch.

"What was that?"

Once again, Brennan Cabrol's actions would have a domino effect soon enough. The area where they were at had Alliance guards and Squibs; it wasn't just merely empty for anyone to walk in and out with such a shiny unnoticed.

"Dun know. Go see -- I check shinnies."

"No, you just want to touch it first!" the chattering ensued.

"Go check!"

With a huff, Dika quickly went in pursuit of [member="Brennan Cabrol"]

Inside of the Palace...

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Hell, you could likely use a fork and it would have simply fallen apart. By now Choli's eyes had color shifted into a deep, dark slate of focus and determination. Those slanted eyes and brows slightly pushed forward, eyeballing the envoy and his retinue and then back again at the King.

General Tarr was obviously annoyed. If he could say what was on his mind, it likely would have included a curse every other word. Never mind when it was discovered that the First Order had not completely given up all their weapons. This was starting so perfectly well.

At that time, [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] and [member="Elmont Block"] would receive small updates from their comms if they so chose to quietly listen then. Master [member="Taeli Raaf"] was enroute and would arrive shortly.

In the meantime, R4 gave a slight nudge at Choli's calf. Looking down, the girl gave the astromech pebble drone a small nod as if to say, yeah, start heading over very quietly and out of the way, just in case.

When one spoke how they honor their promises, Choli couldn't help the low snort. "Then why not give up all the weapons before hand." was the low mutter that only Elmont and Trextan would be able to hear. Any manipulation mentally by Jacques wouldn't be picked up by Choli - she was an Epicanthix. Anything mental was absolutely rubbish to her.

However, that didn't mean that the more the Force was used the less it was going to be noticed.

Tools

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QQ-83N Sidearm
Shoto lightsaber, (waterproof, Lorrdian gemstone)

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R4-P6 - Pebbledrone

Asharad Graush · May 3, 2017

Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Nils Brenner"]

Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"]

A'sharad's opponent reacted.

The light sided Force User was cast backwards through the vented Bridge as Squad Pierce entered through the breach after him. Though the Sith Lord hardly paid them any heed. Presumably, the man had made contact with something, probably one of the bulkheads of the bridge, and he retaliated in kind with his own telekinetic attack.

Feth.

The force push that struck him cast him - not out the hole that he had went through as his opponent intended, angles and changed positions and all that, but it shoved him in the direction at the head of the Bridge, and the Dark Lord of the Sith reacted in a similar way as the Jedi Master had just moments ago.

He took the push, crashing into a wall, but he had been close to the floor as it happened. His hand reached out to catch a rail as he 'flew' through the Bridge. He grasp tightened on the rail, and he pulled himself back towards it, coming to a crouch as he swung back and onto the platform he had been pushed onto. Not at the head of the Bridge as he would've liked, but close enough to get to the needed consoles.

The ship belonged to the First Order, and the High Marshal was well... The High Marshal. Whether he led the ground forces or not mattered little, access codes to the ship's stations were in his mind somewhere, and he immediately set about to doing just that, on a platform a meter or so above the man who had pushed him, and however far away after being shoved.

Activate.

He pressed the button.

As soon as he had done so, both the holes that the Knight of Ren, pilot, and the Stormtroopers of Squad Pierce had entered were once again resealed, the reinforced hull of the ship practically retracting - as if it had a mind of its own as blast shutters recovered the hols that were cut into the ship's bridge.

And now... Atmosphere... Not here.

WolfMortum · May 3, 2017

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"], [member="Sasha Starkos"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="FN-999"]
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], Squib King.

:: You barter well - though again I am forced to deny your request that only two of us pass - though I am willing to ensure you do not leave empty handed. ::

He motioned for the others to join him as he stepped forward, weapons left in a small pile on the ground. The First Order would no doubt find a use for these creatures once order was restored - as it stood they were quite industrious. Passing through the gates, Castor turned his head first left, then right, appraising the hasty fortifications that had been set up. *Impressive indeed.* he thought.

:: Our shinies shall remain only so long as we do - however you will be compensated with objects of equal or greater value upon our departure. The rest shall be decided by your King. ::

For however smart these Squib might have thought themselves to be, they had misunderstood something vital in what [member="Castor Ren"] had agreed to, from what Brennan had overheard. While he would dare not speak in place for his superior, he had heard only that Castor had agreed to drop their weapons for the sake of the audience and the deal that had been struck had spoken not of the Squib coming into the possession of their weapons but rather compensated for later when the First Order and they had come to an agreement. These weapons that Brennan carried were not for their hands and nor would he allow his people to walk blindly into a trap without the means to defend themselves.

That said, he would neither contribute to another confrontation in violence and where the Force called to him and whispered of those within the vicinity moving about in much the same way that he had, attempting to remain as quiet as possible in their approach, Brennan simply took a seat upon a collapsed wall of the building beside him now turned rubble upon the sidewalk and instead glanced down, his right hand playing with the Talisman of Calling hanging from around his neck. If these Squib were so determined to gain the arms that his people had dropped to the floor then they should have paid far better attention to the deal that his Superior had agreed to, for no agreement had been broken here, yet. If however they were to choose to confront him with violence, then he would be forced to fall back for the sake of his peoples mission, yet so too would the telepathic link between he, Castor Ren and [member="Jacques"] alert them to what was going on.

Brennan Cabrol was young, he was often led by his passions these things could not be denied yet so too was he loyal and that loyalty would not be brought into question no matter what the cost of his pride. Were he alone then he would not care so much for the death of these people, death had become a consistent result of his place among the Knights of Ren, as their disciple and collateral figure, he had been tasked with dealing to individuals requiring a more sensitive approach before and even now the thought of walking away was a hard concept to swallow yet he would not be pushed into another fight where the audience that the others held would be compromised, unless it were these people that would first break their oath and therefore justify the First Order's decided actions to follow.

'There is movement out here, I am being approached' He passed on his thoughts to the other pair, hoping that they would hear and acknowledge the fact. He held their weapons and further distance between them would affect everyone, he hoped that he could resolve this peacefully and at the very least remain seated and be forced to communicate with these locals long enough to give the others time to work with; 'Any hostilities will be deterred with every priority' he added to ensure that his previous mistake would not be the presumption of whatever was to follow from this all.

Jairus Starvald · May 3, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

The small vaetling stopped walking and looked up, left and right, before a little smile occupied his expression presently.

The voice had not come from the large projectors that hung intermediately alongside the hallways and corners of the facility. Instead, it had originated from a distance and traversed the space between there and here, before nestling itself pleasantly within his mind. It was a voice of heavy timber, of fresh earth shoveled up to make way for seeds of pasture, it was peaceful and within the moment at the same time. It was the voice of his friend and Vaet was glad that he had not been mistaken about his presence here.

<< Arrive, I will, if the Force allows it >> The illusive roots of their connection was tapped lightly as motions of thought passed through them. There were many ways to influence or even manipulate the living Force that connected them all, but the diminutive Jedi did not believe in hijacking the force of life simply to achieve his gains. It seemed anathema to what the Jedi stood for.

No, one should move with the flow, perhaps even persuade it to assist.

That was the extent of things.

In the distance Vaet could hear the sound of battle, of blasters ringing through the durasteel floors and walls, even the screech of humans and.... not-humans as they fought for their lives. Only later, once he walked past the old McYoda, did he realize that it had not been a physical sensation he had picked up with his ears. Rather it was the soft dead thrum humming through the network that connected them all.

The Vaetling frowned, but then decided to let it go.

He had been too far away to render assistance.

The sapling of the Tap Tree ticked gently, but firmly against the door from which Relit's presence radiated. It had been a gift from his friend and Vaet cherished it even now, sometimes spending an entire evening letting it grow under his diligent eye.

RIP Carlyle Rausgeber · May 3, 2017

Allies: [member="Samuel Jones"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | @Thaelera Isainthor | [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Enemies: [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Rach Vizla"] |
Objective: Destroy The Silver Jedi Menace.

Carlyle eyed the oncoming fleet with some surprise, "Admiral," Scanning began, the young technician stammering his words as he read out the report from his terminal, "Sir, we have another contact, we-"

"I know we have another." Carlyle barked, "Maintain course, we're going to blow these mongrels away." He snarled, the admiral turned to watch hi crew, "Continue on our position, change target to the largest enemy ship, if we're going down, we're taking as many of them down as possible."

"What of our escorts admiral?" The Signals Officer asked, "Sir, they're under heavy-"

"Move them to the cover of our anti-starfighter frigates." Carlyle snapped.

"But they're under attack too admiral, we-" The Signals Officer froze as the Malice shook, from the starboard flank, the FIV Bombardier had been destroyed, taking all hands with her. The attempt by Admiral Tevv to destroy the missile cruiser had worked, and the missile detonated as it was about to be fired.

"What was that?" Carlyle asked, as the Malice rocked from the warhead detonations

"The Devastator sir, she's gone." The Scanning Officer replied, "Missile malfunction."

"Captain Berg sent a warning sir," The Signals Officer replied, "Their missile system experienced navigational interference. I have uh, passed that on to the Bombardier."

Kark. That was all Carlyle could think of, though he needed to be strong, he needed to be tough. If not for himself, for his crew. "Tighten formation." Rausgeber ordered, "We're going to minimise their oppurtunities for fighter assaults." Rausgeber ordered, "Get me Talon on the line, I want all bombers launched and deployed."

"Yessir," The TIE Operations Officer replied, "Talon Squadron, move to execute a bravo nine on the fleet coming in from starboard, destroy them."

The FIV Malice, followed by its star destroyer escorts tightened ranks, even now with the Malice being the punching bag. The efforts of Talon squadron had cleared the ship of the buzz droids, which had proven ineffective at burrowing through the hull. The three imperial-x star destroyers now focused fire upon Silver Jedi command ship. The Halberd, Hellfire and Mukhitar closed ranks with the star destroyers. Now, any attempt to destroy the ships via fighter and bombing runs would be near suicide. Three of the Halberd ships fire at the ANS Aleen, with the FIV Maul firing upon the ANS Lothal. The FIV Bombardier began to fire upon the ANS Tector.

The Malice once again shook as the boarding shuttles raced towards the Malice. The point defence weapons kicked in too late, and managed to let off a barrage of missiles as they drew closer. Although some slammed into the ships forward portion. "Boarding pods sir," Scanning reported, "They're at the forward portion of the ship, breaching out hull."

"Vent the sectors affected," Carlyle growled, "And deploy the garrison, nothing will destroy us." Carlyle thundered, "There will be no survivors!"

Elmont Block · May 3, 2017

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Potential Enemy: [member="Brennan Cabrol"]

Elmont did not trust the Squib. It wasn’t that he thought they were sneaky, malicious or possessed sufficient brain cells to be devious. No, he didn’t trust them because they were — as galactic parlance would have it — dim. Other words would suffice. Stupid and idiotic were reasonable alternatives, but dim summed it up.

In their case, the ability to speak certainly did not make them intelligent.

And as much as he tried to block their ramblings from his consciousness, a change in mood as opposed to words spoken, caught his attention. It was a gift of his. A new Squib entered and his words, although spoken quietly turned the rambling natives dumbstruck.

He made a conscious effort now to listen in and the few words he picked up were enough to concern him.

“Excuse me for a moment,” he said to Trenton and Choli. “Some recent intelligence needs some urgent attention. Outside.”

His tone suggested he was not just leaving to avoid the ongoing dialogue, but instead there was something worth his attention. For the gist of the conversation he’d overheard suggested the weapons left in the centre of the street to be guarded had been removed. Maybe a few over-zealous Squibs had decided to tidy them away. Knowing their hosts, he very much doubted it and suspected the First Order were more likely involved.

“I’ll keep in touch,” he said and headed to where he understood the pile of weapons had been.

Progflaw99 · May 3, 2017

-- -- --

Skor II

Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Jacques"] | [member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="FN-999"]

Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elmont Block"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"])

Neutral(?): King of Skor II

-- -- --

Greetings made, titles expressed, an offer made. Castor had made quick work of his opening statements, delivering them confidently - and then the King asked a question of him, one he was prepared to answer. Not only a capable swordsman, but also skilled of the tongue, Castor began to form a reply with his lips when he was interrupted, a sharp bark of one of the Squib overpowering. In that instant, his gaze snapped to the rear, eyes frantically searching for what the Squib spoke of.

Trextan Voidstalker said:
That was when Beequay stepped forwards, clearly agitated. “We say no weapons!” He called out at the stormtrooper who had decided to draw a stun baton in the middle of the hall.

As the Knight's eyes locked on to the figure, he felt a raging inferno blaze into existence within his chest - an anger nearly all consuming. What trooper had dared defy his command - not only his but the will of Sieger itself would be put at risk because of it. Already in a perilous position, the trooper whether borne of good inention or no had broken a fundamental trust which Castor had already begun to rely on. To see it crumble to dust before him was only the beginning of his ire towards the wayward trooper. *Punishment. Only punishment.* It was the only way he would be able to regain his footing with the King, for him to see that there were repercussions for disobedience - for breaking an oath.

He could feel it, the Dark Side of the Force welling up within him, around him - and then he was interrupted once more, though this time subtly. The telepath had moved forward, his hand outstretched for the soldier's weapons. *Far too gracious.* Thought the Ren. Raising a hand, he felt the subtle tingles of the Force begin to flow through him, the power at his fingertips intoxicating almost. With a sigh, he exerted pressure at the trooper's knees, pushing downward - he would kneel for his insolence. Maintaining the pressure on the trooper, his gaze flicked back towards the King.

:: As my colleague has expressed your grace, this is not indicative of our worth, and his disobedience will be dealt with harshly - that I can assure you. ::

With a final squeeze on the man's supple tendons, he released the pressure, no doubt a relief for the soldier. Forcibly collecting himself, once more tucking the bubbling energies of the Force back within, Castor turned towards the King, his hands outstretched, palms upward.

:: An oversight, a trespass, readily repaid in weight of salvage or payment of your choosing. It was crucial to us that efforts begin as soon as possible, to both begin efforts as a show of good faith and to showcase our willingness to lay our own lives on the line for the inhabitants of Skor. No doubt you've heard rumors of oppression, maltreatment of those who are non-human. These are lies. Non humans are given every opportunity to excel, and our presence here - extending a hand rather than offering the sword - should show you one thing above all. We are fair. A deal is a deal - you know this. ::

As he spoke, his mind began to churn, eyes flicking towards the Alliance representatives in the room though his gaze remained fixed on the King.

:: We would have you speak with those people who have found themselves in like positions, the Chiss, the Nuknog, the S'kytri, the Advozse - the list goes on. All of them are given opportunity of a better life while adhering to our rule - not only this but protection. As evidenced, the First Order military is not one to be denied credence, its strength well known - even to the Alliance. ::

A subtle venom laced his words as the world Alliance exited his lips, though the modulation of his voice via vocoder would filter that out. There he stood - once more waiting for the King to respond. As he did so, a simple yet menacing message was relayed through the Force to those allies in his presence.

<< Step out of line again, and the consequences will be most dire. >>

Taeli Raaf · May 3, 2017

Location: King's Residence
Objective: A good game of Chess
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="FN-999"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] [member="Jacques"] [member="Sasha Starkos"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

As she reached the palace gate, she would allow her illusion to disappear. Not in any simple way though, oh no. As a Jedi Master, it was almost expected of them to be mysterious, a little aloof one might say. To put on an excellent performance and display for those watching to understand, or misunderstand, just what strengths one had. The illusion dribbled away like rain running down a window, revealing her presence to the Squib guards outside.

"Jedi Master Taeli Raaf," she uttered in greeting. "My companions are already inside with your King."

"Turn over shiny weapons, then you go in," was the response she got from the blue furred Squib she assumed was in command of the checkpoint.

"Fine," she replied, handing over her lightsabers to the Squibs. They wouldn't have ever seen such sabers like that, as not many people studied ancient saber designs. She did keep her concealed shoto blade on her though. A girl always needed something to defend herself with, besides the Force that is. "When I get back, I expect them to be in the same exact condition I left them with you in."

To make sure of that, she tossed the Squib a credit chit and was escorted inside to the audience chamber where the First Order delegation and the Alliance protection detail were. She entered the room just as Castor Ren was saying his last few sentences to the King. Slowing walking from the back of the room, she would see Choli and Trextan with the King, Elmont already having left she assumed. She observed at least one First Order trooper and several Ren knights and apprentices? acolytes? disciples? She wasn't quite sure.

"Then perhaps the crucifixions one of your members did on Kaeshana was overzealousness?" she called as she slowly walked forward. "Or perhaps the nerve agent your forces like to release on civilian salvage platforms? I do find it odd you mention those alien species... and not a one of them in sight."

Cathul Thuku · May 3, 2017

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"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Engaging: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Music: Fountain of Dreams (Super Smash Bros Brawl)

"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."

"Captain Canal, evacuating wounded Alliance personnel is precisely what medvac is for. Plus the First Order can't intentionally fire at combat medics without committing war crimes! However, your concerns are duly noted" she told [member="Canal"] over the encrypted channel, a little late, perhaps, but casvac would be much more vulnerable than medvac: Kaeshana taught her as much. Medvac is for evacuating wounded, casvac for the dead.

"Ensure we have plenty of cover for those medevacs." Veepee ordered, "Get Commadore Pulsar's reinforcements to ensure that Captain Canalhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3377-canal/ and our boys with Second Lieutenant Raph Thule are safe."

"Roger" She then changed from the medical channel, and contacted Commodore [member="Zark"] over encrypted comms, oblivious to what happened on his end: "I'll provide cover for the medvac whenever possible: is there anything you can do to that end?"

The medical channel was alight with activity at this point. Cathul was puzzled: Therapy Command played an additional role vs. a traditional battlefleet since there even was a Therapy Command in the first place, medvac, that is. But the medvac was a little slow to deploy, and she couldn't blame them: the firefight was just as heated as described by Canal. But [member="Aeron Kreelan"] was right: the medvac squadron was a little exposed at the onset, and all the precautions taken when deploying medvac in a heated firefight slowed them down, rendering them less effective. She knew that the First Order was not above committing war crimes but thus far the medvacs haven't been the target of any enemy strafing runs. That was going to be a problem until I am in position to spare one squadron or two to provide cover for medvacs operating at Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform, she thought. Yet there was one thing Therapy Command was not equipped to do: deploy ground reinforcements. That was the domain of other GADF commands, since boarding actions were much more limited and the sheer amount of resources required to capture enemy ships make it practical only to capture escorts.

"The enemy appears to have executed some Marg Sabl or similar maneuver using the Bombardier: it just ate all our fire directed at the Menace in the last salvo!" Carmen commented, seeing the enemy cruiser called Bombardier explode as the enemy closed the distance towards them.

"The enemy: it seems to be turning away from us and onto the Silver Jedi flagship! Here's our chance to hit the enemy for what it is worth! Frigate group, close in and fire at their anti-starfighter escorts!"

"Since the enemy is now above us, fire at a Star Destroyer's exposed underside! Hit the hangar, hit the underside reactor bulge!" Tanith advised.

"The center Star Destroyer, the Menace: Tector, Bajulator, Hero of Coruscant, concentrate all fire you can on the Menace's underside!"

With nine squadrons of starfighters on hand for screening, and [member="Tobias Wrynn"] breaking off the attack to launch an attack on [member="Arisa Yune"]'s flagship, the SSV Vanagandr, with bombers in tow. It was much easier to intercept one volley of missiles than it was to intercept two. Nevertheless, some of the enemy missiles broke through and hit the Tector's shields, with a few of them causing holes in the hull by its resulting explosions. However, the last attack run by attack craft on those Halberds was, well, ineffectual. That, despite the enemy fleet having to deal with over 60 squadrons, of which 19 was originally hers to command. As for the artillery cruisers, their shields were both collapsing, and they were victim to another volley of Long Lances fired from the Halberds. While there were holes in these artillery cruisers' hulls, the most they managed to do was to render the Aleen's hangars out of commission. But the only comfort was that the Rage's main batteries were disabled in the last pass. Time to actually do what she told Arisa on the comms before the last volley: firing at Star Destroyers.

"All bomber squadrons, open fire on the Devastator! With such a tight formation, we might cause splash damage across the enemy fleet! Lothal, Aleen, fire on one Halberd each at your discretion"

"Roger, roger" the captain of the Lothal acknowledged, while busy effecting damage control on his own ship.

"Monitor line, fire at the Maul, frigate squadron, keep up the pressure on the enemy anti-starfighter ships, same targets as for the last volley!"

Now that the three destroyers were underneath the enemy center destroyer, over 2700 turbolasers' worth of firing volume were fired at the notorious two underside weak spots in Imperators with a mixture of turbolasers and hypervelocity cannons: the bulge, which housed the main reactor, and the ventral hangar. Of course, they could still fire at some enemy escorts in tow. With all bomber squadrons converging on the Devastator, dozens of proton rockets were fired on the Devastator, and a few more dozen heavy bombs were dropped on it. Meanwhile, the artillery cruisers opened fire on the Dragoon and Rage respectively, pelting heavy firepower under several forms: stealth MIRVs, turbolasers, ion cannons, while the diminutive ships Cathul called monitors were angled so that they would be as small a target as possible to fire at the Maul. With an extra 20 meters, I could make monitors wield and absorb more firepower while making only small speed sacrifices, she thought, while realizing that the whole concept of "one big gun on a small ship" which is slower than regular ships that size is still a concept that is exploitable: the First Order usually doesn't pay much attention to the smaller escorts in battle.

"Baleen squadron, form up with the medvacs at Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform"

"Copy that, Therapist Actual" Baleen Squadron's commander acknowledged, before his squadron sped off towards Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform to provide cover for the medvac ships deployed there.

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) Shields: 95% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Menace
ANS Tector (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 45% | Hull: 93% Firing at: FIV Menace
ANS Bajulator (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 97% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Menace
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): Shields: 10% | Hull: 82% Firing at: FIV Dragoon
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): Shields: 0% | Hull: 86% Firing at: FIV Rage
~~ANS Harrower (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 0% | Hull: 0%~~
ANS Lictor (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Bold
ANS Latrines (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Commendation
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Courage
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Courage
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Courage
ANS Mustafar (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Maul
ANS Asmeru (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Maul
ANS Barkesh (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% Firing at: FIV Maul

Attack craft:

190 T -70 X-Wings
44 D-Wings Firing at: FIV Devastator
26 BTL-S8 K-Wings Firing at: FIV Devastator

3 VT-Licids (medvac)
4 Neimoidian Yachts (casvac)

Artillery cruisers fired at the artillery frigates with all batteries
Used all bombers to hit the missile cruiser
Opened fire at the Menace using all 3 destroyers
Had the frigates hit the enemy anti-starfighter ships
Deployed one squadron to cover medvacs at Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform

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