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

[Jaxton Ravos]

Reepicheep Memorial Park, Headed to extraction
[member="Spencer Varanin"]

Force Ghosts. Spirits. Somehow attached to their consciousness after death, and still able to impact the physical world. Jaxton was probably not the first to kill Ashin Karrde. Nor would he likely be the last. But that presented a problem didn't it? Developing a cure to a disease helped people. So too, did killing a terrible person. Though it came with a price, as Jaxton was convinced. But if that person simply came back then what good did it do really? All it did was cost Varanin resources. And if she was the crafty woman Jaxton thought she was resource loss was only a setback. There had to be a more permanent solution, to Varanin and all the other would-be Palpatines.

That doesn't belong to you.

Jaxton had strong mental defenses, so far as the average citizen was concerned. As for the average Jedi Master? His defenses were somewhat lacking. He was a physical brute, not a mental bastion, and a woman with Spencer's training found little difficulty in inserting herself. Jaxton didn't recognize the voice, but he knew who it was. The Jedi who'd left the Order to court the Sith Empress was a name he knew after all these years, though the Mask of the First Apprentice was quite the mystery back in the day.

"Get. Out!" Jaxton screamed, and felt himself give in. To the power of the sword at his hip. To the rage at someone invading his mind. Jaxton would try to push her out of his mind, likely without success, but Spencer would feel him push. And she would feel that he was no longer deserving of the title 'Jedi.'

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: ANS Hereafter
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Emelie Sterren"]
Objective: Abandon Ship (cont.)

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Lower Decks, Belsar-class Command Carrier ANS Hereafter
Skorr II Orbit, Task Force Moridena Flank
Outer Rim

Bashir had made it halfway to the emergency hatch on the bridge leading to their escape pods before he remembered he was still in charge.

The Commodore.

To his own credit, it did not even occur to the polar Mon Cal to leave his commanding officer behind, even though he knew the time it would take to seek the other man out would almost certainly lead to his death. But as the acting captain silently willed the turbolift to move faster another, far more terrible thought occurred to him. Zark had been closer to the edge than Bashir had ever seen him on the bridge, almost completely out of control. He had seen the effort required in the human's face, the physical effort necessary to release his grip on his executive officer's throat.

And not long after he had relieved himself of command and left the bridge, there had been explosions from within the vessel on the engine deck.

I refuse to believe it, Bashir forced such unworthy thoughts from his mind, I refuse to believe that a man such as Zark could be even capable of such a thing.

As the turbolift doors opened onto a hellscape, the Mon Calamari was forced to wonder.

The explosion had caused severe damage to the bulkheads and systems, sending sparks scattering across the corridors and dimly lit by intermittent emergency lighting as well as the red hue that bathed everything from both the warning klaxons and the raging fires. Horrified at the extent of the destruction, the Alliance officer reasoned whoever had caused all that had an intimate understanding of how Federation ships were designed, particularly knowledge of the Belsar, which was a much older Omega Pyre model.

If that wasn't enough to unnerve him, the corpses were more than sufficient. Most suffering from severe burns or contusions where their bodies had struck bulkhead at terminal velocity, Bashir could not ignore the several apparently slain by lightsaber. Nor could he discount the one whose throat had been crushed, although his neck showed no signs of outward bruising or finger marks. Still, the acting captain could not slow down, for to lose any time at all would mean dying aboard this ghost ship.

All too suddenly, he had arrived at his destination and, despite the ticking clock, Bashir paused outside the hatch that led to the main reactor, or what was left of it.

What am I going to do?

Either way he was a dead man. If his suspicions were somehow wrong and there was no one in there, he would just have to keep searching, which would get him killed when the reactor blew anyway. And if there was someone in there...

At least it would be over quickly, one way or another.

Heaving the hatch, damaged and left ajar, enough to the side to be able to squeeze into the engineering bay, when the Mon Cal officer had made it through and looked up at the reactor itself all his worst fears were realized.

Standing before the reactor core, his lightsaber raised in both arms for an executioner's strike, stood Jedi Knight Zark Pulsar.

Wincing reflexively, Bashir braced himself for impending oblivion. But it never came.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he realized that although the Commodore was poised for a blow that would kill both him and everyone else both still on board and within the blast radius of the carrier's explosion, he had not struck. In fact, since the Mon Cal had entered the reactor room, he had not moved at all. It was as if he was frozen in carbonite. Remembering how precious little time he had left if he wanted to make it to the nearest remaining escape pod, Bashir hesitantly moved forward into the room, and began climbing one of the service ladders that led up to Zark's level.

As he moved closer, he realized that the Jedi wasn't frozen completely in place at all, that his whole body was trembling as if with some monumental physical effort. He braced himself for some sort of amputation as he moved within lightsaber range, but the human seemed not to acknowledge him as if he was not even aware of his presence. Cautiously circling the Commodore with as wide a berth as he could manage, as he looked upon the Jedi's face he was amazed to find that his eyes were closed. It was almost as if he was meditating or something.

"Commodore?" he asked, the sound of the words startling even him.

Zark's eyes snapped open, but they were his original color, "Lieutenant Commander! Thank the Force, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold him!"

"Hold who? What are you talking about? Zark, what have you done?"

"No time!" the human gasped, his voice straining as if even speaking required great focus, "He's too strong! Shoot me, Commander!"

"What?" of all the things he had feared on the other side of that bulkhead, Bashir had not been expecting this, "Commodore, I can't just-"

"Lieutenant Commander Bashir, I am giving you a direct karking order!" Zark snapped, "Every second we delay this explosion means more lives saved! Now raise your weapon, and shoot me! Right! Now!"

"I..."

Before either of them could say anything more, the Jedi Knight screamed suddenly in agony, and then his eyes changed.

Crimson-yellow orbs gazed now at the Mon Cal with a malicious curiosity.

"This galaxy will serve," Zark said in a voice that was most certainly not Zark's, "Or it will burn, like all the others."

The lightsaber moved several centimeters towards the reactor.

Bashir fired.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Top off the old energy tank
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Theme: Coffin Dragger - Thy Art Is Murder
Equipment:

• Blades of the Arch-King
• Shroud of the Tyrant
• Primordial Signet Ring

Dust and pieces of ceramic covered his body, the nearby sink spewing copious amounts of water after its piping had been ruptured by his passing. He slowly rose, the bits and pieces of debris rolling off to break into even more pieces. He shook his head, his hood having come down in the commotion to reveal his scarred patrician features now caked with a thin layer of dust and flecks of his own blood. He'd suffered worse landings, but at least he was in one pierce. He'd lost track at how many times he'd lost a body part pulling off a stunt like that, and which such things were easily replaceable it was always a hassle. His hand gripped what was left of the kitchen counter to steady himself as he pulled himself back up to his feet, his eyes finally taking in the surroundings of his impromptu landing zone.

And with that spatial awareness came a keen realization that he was not alone. There were others on the floor he now occupied, terrified morsels that had witnessed his fall from the heavens and now huddled in darkness fervently wishing that whatever had come crashing through their meager home would leave. He fully intended to leave, but he had expended some energy in his scuffle with Gabriel and hungered for rejuvenation.

He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, his eyes falling upon the hole his body had made when he first impacted with the building. To his right was a holoscreen playing distorted news images behind a cracked screen, and to his left was an overturned couch surrounded by piles of various pieces of junk, mainly mechanical parts and droid bits. The Sith Lord's lip turned in a contemptuous sneer at the hovel he found himself in. He walked over to the couch, reached down, and flung it towards the already broken wall. Underneath were three creatures with blue fur.

Squibs.

"Disgusting scavengers." Their collective eyes widened in fear as he extended one hand forward, and from his fingertips came plumes of greenish smog that choked the air from their lungs and drained the vitality from their bodies. Within seconds their skin began to pull taut over their bones, their muscles atrophying at an exorbitant rate while their organs shriveled up and died and their hair fell out in withering clumps. Soon their skin broke away as dust, and their bones became brittle and soon crumbled into powder; nothing would remain of the Squibs after about a minute. The Sith Lord breathed in deeply, the life essence of these wretches was a small meal for one such as he, but it was refreshing.

Undoubtedly there would be more, but right now he had other matters to attend to. The Alliance still fought the First Order in the streets, they would have to be neutralized. He peeked his head out of the hole in the wall, his eyes scanning the ground for any signs of the enemy. He still had one lightsaber, the other had fallen down somewhere in the streets after he used it to down the gunship, he'd have to recover it later. He pulled his hood back over his face, obscuring his visage, and with a grunt he leapt down back into the fray of war.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

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ENEMIES​

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

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ALLIES​

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"]​

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CHASE MUSIC!!​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMZbDSSwWMM​

"They don't give up easily, do they?" Audrey quipped to [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] as she jerked the wheel once more to avoid another barrage of fire from the Yuuzhan Vong. They had reached the city proper now, and Audrey could see the road signs for the downtown area, but they were whizzing by too quickly (in the event that they weren't being utterly destroyed by the Yuuzhan Vong seeking desperately to stop their progress) for her to read.

"It has to be here somewhere," Audrey said, peering out the side as the party bus hurdled down the highway. "We're on the main thoroughfare, so -- but the downtown district is -- "

Her aide tapped her shoulder. "Doctor."

" -- not now, Janek. In our briefing I'm sure it said it was north of the highway, but I don't remember where that was in relation to the Blastport. You know I'm hopeless with relative directions."

"Doctor," Janek insisted, now tugging her sleeve.

"You're not helping," said Audrey in a sing-song response as she turned her head to the other side. With the armor being tossed out the party bus, things were moving much more quickly. They were now in front of the Yuuzhan Vong barrages, speeding along the highway at a decent clip.

"AUDREY!" screamed Janek, forcibly turning the doctor's head back to the road, where a jack-knifed semi-truck speeder lay motionless dead ahead.

Audrey employed some creative cursing and some upper body strength, yanking the wheel to the right. The bus hurtled off a mangled speeder, propped up against the duracrete barrier of the highway, and went sailing through the air. For a moment, Audrey felt weightless, hopeful, even a moment of manic joy. Then gravity seemed to kick in, and the bus went careening towards a building just off the freeway. "Hold on!" she shouted, and a moment later the bus came to an unceremonious halt, crashing through a plate glass, smashing a checkout counter and a display of tchotchkies (including branded shot glasses, pilsner glasses, and tiny bronze statues) in the impact.

The airbag deployed, cushioning Audrey -- to an extent -- from the impact, though she knew she'd feel the bruises for weeks. When it deflated, Audrey unbuckled her crash webbing and stood up. The repulsors gave out just then, and the party bus dropped a meter to the ground, resulting in the sound of glass and wood crunching beneath them. "Is everyone all right? I'm so sorry -- it was, uh, unavoidable." She turned, levered the door open, and staggered down the two steps into what looked like a gift shop. She looked around and then crouched to pick up one of the tiny bronze statues that had fallen off a destroyed shelf. She put on her spectacles, ignoring the fact that the lenses were splintered, and squinted at the small features, and --

She gasped. "Mace Windu!" she shouted, rushing back onto the bus, clutching the statuette as if it were the dearest thing in the world to her. "We must be at the museum," she shouted at [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]. "Look!" She tossed him the statuette and then darted out into the ruins of the gift shop again. A museum pamphlet was her next find; she pulled one out of the wreckage of the checkout stand and unfolded a map, which she used to confirm the location of the statue. "I've found him!" she shouted gleefully.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] - [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Other: [member="Aedan Miles"]

Her blade struck true as Mishel's presence faded with distance. Her apprentice gone alone once more to fight the beast. There was a slight pang of guilt in the Ren's gut knowing that her duties to protect the younger girl were something she couldn't seem to live up to. But there was no time to dwell on things. The sparks flew as her blade hit the blonde woman's armour but it didn't break through to the flesh. There was a punch headed towards her which Sam instinctively went to duck but was promptly hit by a wave of Force energy from [member="Kaida Taldir"] and sent several meters away, slamming to the concrete with a solid thud.

Directly besides Aedan Miles. Sam rose to her feet, weary of the unknown factor of the man beside her. He was in tune with the Dark Side yet had arrived as their foe. He had attacked her but soon agreed on a ceasefire. It wasn't her who had broken the attempt at a ceasefire. So from what he had said... the man may be on her side. "You saw what happened," she told him, "I'm not the true aggressor here. Our people never were."

As she stood her ground, a quick burst of radio static echoed in her ear followed by a voice. The groups she'd landed with had cleared out the Vong. With no incursion made by the Alliance, the landing zone was clear. "Bring them in," Sam snapped quickly, not having the time for detailed instructions. A gateway had been made onto the planet, one now wide enough for the full power of the First Order's army to commence landing and perhaps take the planet. To the true battle was yet to begin.

Sam twirled her lightsaber in one hand, as she side stepped, circling her way around her two attackers, unsure of which to focus on. After a moment's delay, she chose the ice wielding Eldori, tearing up a piece of wreckage from the ground and hurling it at the woman. She took the moment's opportunity to leap at her other opponent and bring her blade to bare in a powerful downward's strike.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: SalvageStuff platform above Skor II​

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

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

Equipment: Life Support Armor, Lightsaber.​

Objective: Get the hell out​

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Kyrel had sensed a disturbance in the force, he knew now was the time to leave, to finally put an end to this game. Little did he knew all the blaster shots, all the attacks had now had a toll on him. His suit was heavily damaged his breathing now a wheezing form. He raised his saber, and than moved in to grab Rexus. "It is time for us to leave trooper. As for you Alliance dogs, I am afraid this is goodbye." He than jumped down a sloape of garbage, while trying to protect both he and Rexus from blasterfire as he ran, the force coming back to him as he gained some measurable distance, the pain was overwhelming, but used that to his advantage as it was pain that fed his anger, and if he knew better he had to get out now. Before the disturbance grew worse. He ran with intensity, and as a final act of stopping them He used one hand and pulled two colums of junk and debris upon him. It would block his path, and allow him to escape.

He looked to the ship they were using, it was destroyed during the fight, and so Kyrel looked to Rexus and said coldly as he walked towards the hanger shielding. "Looks like we are going for a ride my friend, brace yourself." He said and with the force he formed a protection bubble around him and Rexus to protect the both of them from the dangers that were out there during the space battle. He than moved quickly going through the shield, he grunted in agony as the damage in his suit was quite extensive than he thought. He thought for a moment to himself. 'It must have been my use of the dark side that have kept me going, and the fatigue isn't helping either, no matter we must get out while we still can.' He than went through the shielding now encased in a protection bubble as they went through open space.

He now carried Rexus to the edge, and dropped rapidly through the dark abyss. Lights from the different blasters being fired by the many ships made it seem as if the drop was like one big light show. Kyrel was unfazed by this for a moment but found such things slightly comforting, as he knew the force would guide his actions and than when he saw the shuttle, he reached out with the force wondering which one it was, and thought to himself in anticipation. 'That's it.' He looked to Rexus and said to him. "Hold on we are here." He descended with haste using the force to quicken his speed he proceeded to drop on board the shuttle. He moved slowly, the wounds he sustained now finally setting in. He proceeded to go down the hatch of the shuttle dropping inside it with Rexus. Inside he saw a couple of figures he hadn't seen, Sister Ara who was now unconcious, and the Sith Lord he trained with long ago. He looked to Ara and said coldly although they could tell that he was now more weaker than what he usually was."Sister......" With that he dropped to the ground, setting Rexus aside, darkness took him, and all faded to black as the mission was complete but one final thought came to him before all vanished into nothing. 'What was so important about this mission?'

 

[HK-36]

Meanwhile, aboard the Knight of the Eclipse,

HK was sitting in one of the seats with his back to another Greycloak, who was currently operating on the neck and throat equivalent of the older droid with a fusion cutter,

"How much longer will this take?"

"Sit still, I am almost done."

The droid was getting damage from his bout with Connor repaired, the mechanical head reattached and its joints and mechanical muscles reconnected along with the wiring, the hole in his outer armor Connor burned with his lightsaber was now covered with a fresh patch of duraplast and blue smear of bacta was covering the wounds sustained by his biot, the organisms purring softly as it was healed back to its previous state, the gaps within its coverage closing.

"And all good."

Greycloak informed HK and the other droid stood up, twisting his head here and there to check the range of movements he had on it, able to finally turn it without it falling off of his shoulders.

"Finally, thanks."

He then moved over towards the cockpit, looking out from the viewport towards the destruction.

"I remember Skor before this, before the Gulag Plague, the Vong, the FO."

Fighting was still visible beneath them, Vongs and Squibs battling each other along with various Jedi, Sith, Stormtroopers, and Alliance soldiers, ruined buildings and portion of the city glassed by FO's previous orbital bombardment,

"It was a better world back then, the Galaxy was a better place."

"There will always be wars and destruction when two different philosophies clash and worlds like Skor get caught in crossfire."

"Not always- how close are we to the museum?"

"Passing over it soon."

"Any signatures?"

"Visible organic movement within, not certain if friend or foe."

HK nodded, moving back from the cockpit towards the airlock door,

"Let me know when we will pass over it."

"Will do."

Moving near the doorway hatch, HK looked back to his pilot,

"And for the record- when I will finally kill every last Imperial and Sith in the Galaxy, then we will finally have peace."

 

[Ria Misrani]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [member="Audrey Saint George"] | 103rd "Bloody Banthas"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [member="Relit Vandal"] [/SIZE]
Gear: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor | F-11D | SE-44C | 1 Riot Control Squad | 2 Standard Squad
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Survival and Arrival[/SIZE]

With the ever pressing scene of the city whizzing by, the 103rd clad in black underarmour crowded the back and sides of the bus firing their F-11Ds. Red bits of blaster bolts flew out of the back end, on the left and right slinging into Yuuzhan Vong. Tarkin only heard what Audrey had said to him, "aye they don't seem to be the type to give up, and they've got friends! Alliance! On our six!" He shouted, "keep on the pressure!" The men and women of the platoon worked in unison firing, taking cover, firing again things seemed to be going well and then Tarkin overheard one of the scientists.

So he took pause to try and read the signs, "it's on the left- the left!" He tried to say but clearly he wasn't heard so he turned to try and shoot back out the bus when he noticed what Audrey had not. "Karkin' wine on a stick, EVERYONE DOWN AND HANG ON!" Perhaps Tarkin should have taken his own advice, he felt himself slam against the side as Audrey moved to swerve the bus only just as he thought it would be over the bus vaulted into the air. He felt his feet slip out of a window and in quick motion pulled himself back, or try. "VIRAMONTES!"

"Lieutenant!" She grabbed hold of the stripper pole of all things and tried to reach the Lieutenant, and then just as she thought she wouldn't reach him, there was Grant, again. He was now hanging onto her and the pole as she grabbed Tarkin. "That's it, I'm stapling the lot of you to the bloody velv-"

HOLD ON!

Gravity would be no one's friend today as the black luxury party bus smashed head-on into a building, while plate glass crashed one way, windows and metal crashed in on another showering the already tried platoon in debris. Tarkin moved as much as he could to cover Viramontes from the splash of it all. Bronze statues cut through bits of the bus on their way out the back end. The only truly protected lot were the dead, still in their armour and when the bus finally came to a halt. Tarkin coughed, Dmitri wheezed, Grant groaned and Strovenko rolled out onto his back patting what he thought was the belly of a man but it was instead, Viramontes. "Oh uh, sorry Serjeant," he panted but she waved him off.

"I think we're alright," she said out to Audrey and watched from the velvet floor as the doors to the bus opened.

Tarkin winced in pain and plucked shards of glass from his under armour. Using the pole for a steady source of balance he got to his feet, breathing heavily he looked around, "we all good?" The platoon slowly got to their feet with thumbs up and okay signs being given most grabbed their heads or an arm or leg. Bloodied, scraped and bruised they were but for the most part alive, save for the four dead they brought with them. He then heard Audrey speak and thus got down as quick as he could to see what she was on about, and then he laughed, he laughed like he hadn't laughed in years. "We're here, we made it... by the Balance we bloody made it, I told you we'd get here!"

"Don't suppose they'll charge us an entry fee now, will they?" Viramontes asked as she climbed down, while she shook off some of the dust and debris.

"Will likely take from our pay, no?" Grant questioned as he helped others in the platoon down from the bus.

To which end, Dmitri replied, "wait a moment, we're getting paid for this?"

Tarkin chuckled as he helped Strovenko down. "C'mon, lads, lasses let's see if we can't get eyes on the bigger Windu." He gestures to the small statue in Audrey's hand.

 

[Sal Katarn]

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Warmth bleeds through my armor, from butt all up along my back as I toss this stormtrooper away from me. I see a lit lightsaber in his hand as he gets to his feet. He must have tried to stab me in the back as he threw him. Thankfully, the duraplast armor I wear is rated to withstand grenades, laser cannons, and even a lightsaber for a few seconds.

I feel as damaged by the blow as the stormtrooper looks to have been by mine, which is to say not at all.

The Ren and the stormtrooper turn and begin to run. I pause to pick up my weapons, then give chase. The Ren gestures and pillars crack. I slide under the collapsing structures and come up running.

I see the hangar shield they are racing towards. I accelerate.

My feet pound the deck. My arms pump. Breath heaves in and out as I sprint for the shuttle. They are escaping. My window of opportunity slamming shut in my face.

NO.

The deaths of the Squib will not go unavenged. I am hollow but for the rage beating in my breast where a heart should be. Tell me I am not human. Tell me now that I am nothing but an emotionless cyborg.

I feel no fear. No anxiousness in my mad dash. Only exhilaration.

In one final leap, I cross the distance and pass through the shield barrier and out into the void of space. I activate maneuvering thrusters and guide my trajectory to follow them through the vast emptiness with which I am well familiar. I am a Space Ops marine. Zero G is our home.

Just before the hatch closes I shoot inside and activate my mag boots, clamping to the deck.

I am now inside their shuttle.


[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Raph Thule"]

Nicolas slumped against the wall of the medbay onboard the Leviathan class Monitor that had delivered him and Raph to the system. A medic was probing his collarbone, it was broken in two places, he was sure of that, but wanted to take a breather before starting to accelerate the healing process. He felt the ship begin to accelerate, just a slight shift before the inertial dampners kicked in. Nicolas closed his eyes and began to focus on his injuries, using the light side of the force to mend the bones carefully.

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On the Bridge

"Captain, Agent Thule just boarded a First Order shuttle...he may be in trouble..." The sensor officer reported.

"Do we have a positive bearing with Agent Thule's beacon?" Captain Ahab asked.

"Aye, ma'am. We are getting bearing and speed relative." The sensor officer replied.

"Good, keep us in full stealth but pursue that shuttle." She ordered, then sat back in her command chair as the stealthed Monitor accelerated after the shuttle. "Are there any First Order elements between us and the medevac shuttles?"

"One second..." He said, tapping some commands into his screen and reviewing the data. "Negative, we are clear of First Order between us and the Medevac shuttles."

"Good, bounce a comm laser off of the closest one. Have them relay a report to Alliance command, and apprise them of the current predicament...We have Master Thorne on board and are following a First Order shuttlecraft carrying Agent Thule."

"Aye ma'am."

[member="aeron kreelan"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

Earlier..

The punch that connected with the Jedi had sent him flying towards the opposite end of the bridge, and to which A'sharad took a moment to perform a quick sweep of the Bridge. All of [member="Torian Pierce"]'s squad was out, someone had recovered the unconscious form of [member="Ara Ren"], and the High Marshal presumed that [member="Nils Brenner"] had gotten off the ship with the data cores intact. All was well and good, until a force push shoved into the upper body of the Sith.

A sudden thing, he was forced to take a step back just as another attempt was made to further pull him off balance, though by then, his foot had already stomped to the metal flooring and maglocked to the surface and all that occurred was the leg being dragged slightly.

Soon after the Jedi sought to warn him to leave.

Amusing.

But he was already on his way out, unadulterated energy within the Force radiated around the Sith Lord's person, left palm reaching out to the blast shutters that he had worked on closing, and he released the Force blast that utterly vaporized an entire part of the hull, by the time which the Sith Lord hopped onto a console and force leapt straight out.

There were mere seconds left on the timer, and the Sith Lord angled himself for the shuttle that they had come in on.

--

As he travelled through space, he saw the likes of [member="Kyrel Ren"] carrying [member="Rexus Wenck"] and entering the ship's ramp, to which had begun closing after them. Moments later, [member="Raph Thule"] followed them in just as the ramp shut, and the Sith Lord's hand caught on to a piece of overlapping metal on the ship, pulling the rest of his body against the ship before raising his legs and planting them firmly on the hull. Maglocks engaged, and the Sith Lord remained in his crouched position on the top of the hull.

"Captain Brenner," the Sith Lord said over the commline. "Return us to the Fleet."

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"] | Does it even matter anymore?
Enemies: Seriously, it's past the deadline.

Kaalia had heard a voice that was somewhat familiar through the helmet that now lied on the other side of the room, but in reality she didn't care. Connor had put himself in so much danger he was either dead or close to it. "Kark everything!" the redhead yelled as she got up from from a seat she was sitting on in her room of solitude and slowly walked back to the helmet. She picked it up and inspected it for a moment, glad it didn't take any damage apart from a few scratches. She begrudgingly put it back on. The fight was not yet over, and her allies needed her. This wasn't the time to stand still. Her anger still flowed through her, and the door that closed her off from the rest of the world was blasted away by a wave sent out through the Force, revealing the masked woman behind the doorframe. She moved towards the exit of the building with purpose and made her way back outside. There were no people nearby when she looked around. At least, for the first few seconds.

She felt the presence of Mishel approach, but there was fear mixed in her aura. A huge green something could be seen flying through the air at a blistering speed, but it seemed the thing was crashing down. When the redhead looked back to the street she saw Mishel stumble and fall seemingly trying to run away. She kept rolling as to keep as much distance from the monstrosity which lifted up one more time while struggling to stay afloat before it passed by the two.

Kaalia sprinted over towards the brunette after the thing had passed and posed no more danger, finding her slammed against a piece of broken building and in very bad shape. "Mishel!" Her anger was put to the side as worry became her prevalent emotion. She looked over her as she stopped her sprint, kneeling down. "Oh feth, Mishel... Come on, let me get you up." She wasn't entirely sure what Mishel meant with 'regretting everything', but there was no time to ask. She gently picked her up to set her back on her feet, but noticed her legs were limp. Without delay she spoke into the comm in her helmet. "This is Voldaren, requesting medevac immediately." The woman instead went to carry her and started moving to find a place where the two could be picked up. "How are you feeling? Does anything feel off apart from your legs?" She figured the cause of her non-functioning legs was that her neurotransponder had given out, which was luckily only a piece of tech. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: Questionable at this point.
Enemies: Again Questionable.
Objective: Bug out things going south.

Watching the two fight Aedan sighed before he slammed the butt of his lightsaber pike into the ground send his most powerful ability into the ground a shockwave created by the extensive force pushed channeled into the area as his eyes narrowed. Looking towards Samka he sighed and gestured once towards [member="Aeron Kreelan"] using the force to knock her back a bit as he turned to walk away stopping close enough to [member="Samka Derith"] to mutter to her pointedly. "I may contact you in the future there is something of mine in First Order territory remember this day when that time comes." Turning he started to walk away reaching back to mag lock the Lightsaber pike onto his back again he didn't even look back as he pulled off his helmet to reveal his shoulder length violet hair and turned only once to look back dark violet eyes flickering with silvery lines within them. He turned back away from them walking back towards where the majority of his forces rested pulling his com link out he contacted [member="Nolan Detta"] and the rest of his men. "Everyone pull back before we take more losses I have received word of something vital coming about soon. I need to gather my strength and meet with someone before it happens. We are done here everyone fall back to the Evakmar." True to his word Aedan did not pause on his return to his ship stopping at it as he watched his men hustling swiftly form the city some men lost within it others dead even more wounded being carried by the comrades in his chest Aedan felt a pang of regret before shaking his head and turning away. He had two things to take care of than he would return for a reckoning from both the First Order and the Galactic Alliance his men had done their best and still it appeared that the First Order would win. The Alliance had all but ignored the large Vong creature that had appeared and started laying waste to the city a very familiar sith lord perched on its back fighting against a Jedi it appeared. Sighing the man boarded his ship the weight of his losses heavy on his shoulders as he waited for moments after the last of his living men boarded the ship before hitting the button to close all boarding ramps walking to his quarters as the ship lifted off and began its escape vector from the planets gravity.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Squib City
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"]


One of the Ren ([member="Mishel Ren"]) appeared to be out of the fight. But the blonde Master of Ren was still in the game, though now she would find herself cornered between the Zeison Sha Adept and the Angelii Seraph. Before departing and subsequently sustaining her injuries, Mishel had unleashed a wave of flame. Some of these whipped at the Seraph, for she had been coming closer to link up with Aeron.


Rather than flinch from the flames, she stretched out her free hand. As fire splashed over her hand, she felt a burn, her skin began to glow as she absorbed the heat. The absorption was accomapnied by pain, but she pulled the flame into her, assimilating and converting it into energy.


When the Ren Master (Samka) arose from the debris and moved forth to engage, circling Angelii and Zeison Sha, Kaida's eyes were upon her. Abruptly, a piece of wreckage rose from the ground and hurtled towards the Angelii. Quickly, the Ice Lady raised her melee shield to meet the object. It impacted upon the shield, cracking it slightly and smacking it into her arm. A spike of pain shot through her.


However, Kaida maintained her balance, though her shoulder was sore from the impact. She could handle that. Her eyes had never left the leaping Ren. In the same moment, power rippled from Kaida towards Samka as she leapt towards Aeron, producing a powerful telekinetic shove meant to collide with the Ren while she was in mid-air and ram her. Kaida's lightsabre flew into her free hand, igniting to produce a yellow beam.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - FIV Kingfisher - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - Stayed to long...
Allies - Everyone is out ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - These guys too ( [member="Ara Ren"] | ( [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

[SIZE=10.5pt]X[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] <- Background music [/SIZE](could find a version I like better)

Bryce barely had time to get his helmet back on after the Sith lord vented the bridge of atmosphere again. As the last remaining wisps of air left the cabin the only thing he was focused on was the countdown. The efforts of the First Order ships had helped, they had moved the Kingfisher away from the platform by this time. Shields on the station were already online, they must have been warned of the threat and when the ship blew they would be able to absorb the damage.

Five... Bryce knew he would not have time to get clear. This was to be his last act in this world and he was at peace. No one may know of his fate but he could live with that, well for another four seconds or so anyway.

Four... Bryce was about to let go of his hold on the computer when be began to feel another presence connect to him through the ship.

Three... :: Why did you kill her? :: a droid mind asked Bryce.

"What?" Bryce asked.

::The woman you fought, why didn't you kill her? That is your way is it not?::

Bryce searched the bridge and found the BB-10 unit he had spoke with before the conflict on the ship began had linked into a near by scomp link. The purge of air must have pulled him back onto the bridge and he had some how wheeled over to plug in.

Bryce smiled beneath his helmet and replied. "It is not my way. I do not kill unless I have no other option. She was my enemy but not beyond redemption. Look into my mind little one, I share it with you. Know what I know."

In the blink of a second Bryce shared a piece of himself with the little droid... Two...

:: I understand, I finally understand :: The droid replied before doing something miraculous. HOLD...

:: This is not right, you should not die here today... I need you to live, to tell our story... ::

The image of a woman appeared to Bryce in his mind. Then more images, and even more. Years of saved memories from the droid came flooding in all at once. It was to much for Bryce to understand. Like living years of life in an instant. When it was done Bryce was left in a daze, the events that had transpired to much for his mind to sort and order.

:: Go, no matter how I may now feel I am still a Droid of the First Order. This ship will be scuttled as ordered but not with you on it. Leave out through that hole, tell them what happen to us. Let the families of those who serviced on this ship know their fate, give them the closure so they can move on. ::

Bryce disengaged from the ships computer, placed his force tool in his jacket. Looking up at the countdown screen, the red number two flashing over and over again as the droid stayed he count. Groggy the man relieved from his duty stood on shaky legs and walked toward the gaping hole in the bridge.

"Thank you" Bryce said as he placed his hand on the the BB-10 unit as he passed.

The next few moments of Bryce's memories were foggy, he remember climbing hand and knee on the ships exterior hull. Summing what was left of his force strength to push off toward the Platform. Passing through the station shield and slamming hard into its' hull.

​

As the ship exploded into tens of thousands of fist sized pieces Bryce's mind began to fade. With what remained of his conscious he make a promise that he would keep with his last breath.

"I will, I will tell them."

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Objective: Reinforce Defenses and Extract
Gear:

Spoiler

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

​

Exterior, Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform
Skorr II Orbit
Outer Rim

With the BTI-CR Ripper slung over an exhausted shoulder and the back of the duros' neck, Lieutenant Sol Stazi could do nothing more but watch as the Alliance SpaceOps marine made his final leap into the First Order shuttle after their enemy.

Even if there was some way Sol could make it there in time or somehow follow Raph Thule, he still had a job to do here. The job Twilight Company had come here to do.

Surveying the rest of the Salvagestuff platform, the mobile infantry soldier noted how it looked far more like no man's land in some orbital warzone than the industrial structure constructed for the benefit of the Squib people below. Amazingly, some of these terrified and violated civilians had survived in nooks and crannies and other out of the way places on the platform that only locals could know, managing to avoid being gassed by First Order grenades or caught in the blaster crossfire between clashing storm and Alliance heavy trooper squads. Soon, all too soon, he would have to shake off the adrenaline fueled horror of recent combat and make his way towards the orbital structure's command and control center to meet with the head of those Squibs, and plan the beginnings of mass evacuations of the surviving working populace as well as other major relief efforts.

Gazing out at exploding capital ships and starfighters beyond, astronomically distant by cosmic standards but from his current unobstructed perspective in geosynchronous orbit of Skorr II, the warring starships looked close enough almost to reach out and touch.

He would also have to try and flag down some U-Wings from what remained of their task force, if there were any left to be had. That was the irony of a job like the mobile infantry unit's, they could kill and die and secure their objective, only for it all to come to nothing in the end because thousands of miles away in the vacuum of space an Alliance admiral had miscalculated. The Lieutenant prayed to whatever gods were listening that this would not be the case for him and what was left of his men this day. The boys of Twilight had fought too hard and bloody to be robbed of their triumph and quite possibly their lives at the eleventh hour.

Off to his flank and much, much closer, a First Order vessel exploded suddenly and violently, setting off a truly magnificent light display. Sol furrowed his brow, not liking how close that blast had been to seriously damaging the platform, and hating the fact that he had missed it. His soldier's mind had subconsciously classified the drifting corvette as 'miscellaneous space debris', not for a ground pounder like him to have to worry about. His father, the Navy Captain, would be laughing at him right now if he wasn't quite possibly out there with Rogue Squadron's mothership, fighting and dying like all the others today. The GAAF officer had made a tactical error, that type of thinking would need to be corrected in the future.

"Lieutenant? Uhhh, could you come give us a hand?" a corporal stuttered behind him, still amped up from the fight and unsure if he had intruded on something private, "I can't understand a gorram thing this Squib boss is trying to tell me!"

"I'll be there in just a sec, Chatterer," Stazi answered, using the enlisted man's nickname instead of rank or given surname as was their way.

Gotta love the army, Sol thought to himself, and he meant it.

 

[Elmont Block]

Location: Metrobig City
Enemy: [member="Brennan Cabrol]

Spoiler

Apologies for the delay. IC drama distracted me, but back on track now.

Elmont sensed the presence of another. In fact he sensed a number of auras, but given his level of training, he was unable to decipher them as individual signatures and rather simply sensed darkness. But he was sure at least one dark-sider was nearby.

So he followed his instincts, which in turn were fuelled by the Force. Yet he was surprised to see that the presence was stationary.

And then he saw him, sitting quite casually. And Elmont was unsure what to do next. To initiate a fight was a risk too great given the stakes. The Jedi could not start something, so unless the dark-sider took the first move, his hands were effectively tied.