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

Hansen · Apr 23, 2017

Thalera Isianthar
FIV Ashira, Bridge
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Samuel Jones"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Rach Vizla"] (Not directly engaging targets.)
Vessel: FIV Ashira

FIV Ashira [Flagship] | Model: Upgraded Interdictor-Class Cruiser | Shield Charge: 100% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: Ready.

Thalera's lips make a deep dip with dimples pressing into the corners of mouth; Hearing some woman's voice forwarded into helmet while looking over the holo table and directional arrows pointing at the edge of its holographic projection indicating long-range sensor contacts. The warning provided by the Galactic Alliance Officer confirms her quietly held suspicion that it was a fleet of Warships and from now she'd operate beneath that assertion. Thalera gives an irritated snort whipping half-way with a scowl, angrily she shouts at the communication officer. "Broadcast this next message on an open frequency so that the Galactic Dogs will hear it." The Communication Officer is left with an open-mouth for a moment and a few of the bridge crew are taken aback by the simmering anger of Governor Isianthar; None had seen her snap from calm to irritated so quickly. A few quietly realise she must have taken the warning personally.

"This is 'First Order Forces' to 'Unidentified Gnat' My people were given no such respect when the Galactic Alliance killed my people and those who had come to aid us. I will enjoy bringing you down onto your knees and when you plead for mercy I will deny you, just as you denied my people their rightfully deserved salvation! Pray to whatever thing you call a god that I do not carve your eyes out!" Thalera's transmission might be heard by every ship in range; First Order or otherwise. Her Eldorai accent grates against speech harshly identifying the planet and ethnic group spoken of in her threat to the perceptive or learned individual and gives a new order to the comms officer. "Block any new transmissions from that source, I will not indulge any further idle threats. Put me through to Admiral Rausgeber, now. You idiot!" Thalera snaps and the swarthy executive officer restrains herself from interjecting to the Governor's rather harsh treatment of the command crew and instead walks back to the Holotable with a bowed head.

"Admiral Rausgeber; We're forwarding long-range sensor contact data to you. Located on bearing Zero-Three-Zero, estimated range is seven-hundred kilometers. Recommend we execute a right wheel to bring them onto our axis of advance, immediately." Thalera throws a glance over right-pauldron towards the comms-officer again after briefly examining the number of contact; They were outnumbered but that wouldn't remain so long as Thalera was in command, she'd seek to even those numbers out. Far away from her home sector but nonetheless they'd she'd try this in the hopes reinforcements might arrive before Imperator is mostly space debris. "High-Priority Subspace Message to SECCOM Val'hala break; Deploy Battlegroup Grievous from Viceroy Mountain to Point Junkpile break, Threat Level; Aurek. Out." Thalera pauses. "Transmit my code cylinder's authorization pin and encrypt that message with one-hundred and twenty-eight trillion bit encryption. I don't want anybody reading it with exception of the Prefect and Admiral" Thalera looks back to the holotable and cringes beneath the Stormtrooper helmet's expressionless visage; This was going to turn into a vicious bloodbath in short order and they might not get back to port without significant hull damage; Thalera's head droops and quietly, she offers a brief private prayer for the Eldorai Auxillary Troops and Humans aboard the Ashira who would not return to see their homes and families again.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"]

Jaxton Ravos · Apr 23, 2017

[member="Ashin Karrde"]
Also landing in Metrobig City

There was a thump as Jaxton felt the vehicle touch the ground.

"Alright men, our job is to clear the Yuuzhan Vong and Graug in the city. The King of Skor II had commed the airwaves, told all the First Order to scram. He also said to give them a chance to leave. If anybody's still on the ground then they aren't leaving, so it's open season for us on the ground. Now get out there and kick them in the exhaust port." The NCO briefed them and then headed out to take down some Vong. As they headed out Jaxton made it out of the shuttle last and then encouraged them to forget him with the White Current.

Now he was on his own, headed west. There was something out there, something familiar. Perhaps it was a forgotten enemy, or an old friend. Jaxton couldn't quite tell yet. But Jaxton had learned that there were such things as coincidences. The ping of a familiar presence wasn't an accident, but rather a message. Pulling out his retrosaber he kept it ready and at hand, ever alert for the presence of the Yuuzhan Vong, Graug, or the presence itself. One could never be too careful. It wasn't every day one went to war.

Natasi Fortan · Apr 23, 2017

The FIV Discovery gave a slight lurch as it dropped out of hyperspace. The historian turned slightly to look at [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], pushing her spectacles up her nose briefly before inclining her head. "How, indeed? Well, that's the adventure part, Lieutenant. We can't exactly land this ship on the museum and then hoist it up with ropes, nor can we land it in the plaza and carry it in. However, the museum likely has some sort of transport," she mused, her eyebrows furrowing a little as a faint smile came to her lips. "Probably," she added hopefully.

The Discovery moved away from the main fleet with its escort, heading for the surface and the city. Dr. Saint George glanced over at the transparisteel viewport, dark eyes watching the battle ensuing in the rapidly-retreating distance. Audrey blinked a few times, then turned back to the group. "Alternatively, Lieutenant Tarkin, we can affix -- using a biodegradable adhesive, of course, so as to avoid damaging the statue -- a positioning device, and hold the position until a First Order or independently-contracted starship can come and collect it." She took off her spectacles and stuck them in the top buttonhole of her blouse.

"Or," she said, lifting a hand, finger extended. "The museum is sure to have some sort of repulsorsled. There are endless possibilities! Now -- ah! I believe we're coming in for what they call final approach," she said, pointing out the viewport again, where the city was approaching rapidly. "Seatbelts, children," she muttered, plopping into her seat and buckling her lapbelt.

RIP Carlyle Rausgeber · Apr 23, 2017

Objective: Move Into Engagement With Therapy Command.
Allies: [member="Thalera Isianthar"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Samuel Jones"] | [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Cody Bantam"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Rach Vizla"]

Carlyle's face dropped as the Scanning Officer continued to inform him of the incoming ships, "Admiral," The Scanning Officer said, his voice wavering, "Admiral, we need orders sir!" The whole crew watched as Carlyle froze up. Not even the hollow platitudes of Cathul Thuku, or the barbs of the Eldorai governor seemed to comfort Carlyle. The admiral watched the hypervelocity guns hit the Mandolorians, and Rach Vizla's retreat in the face of superior firepower. The only thing to break his petrification was the data fed by Governor Isainthar, as read by the Signals Officer. It was there he realised he needed to act. Needed to prosecute the First Order's superiority.

"Turn our fleet," Carlyle barked, "We will advance upon them, and take the fight to them." Rausgeber commanded. "We will use our larger mass to shield the smaller support ships from their fire. Ensure we are in front ensign."

"Yessir!" The Helmsman reported, making the calculations, and beginning to turn the Malice. The secondary hypermatter reactor growled as the massive ship slowly began to move to engage Therapy Command.

"Move the Halberd Frigates into position," Carlyle snapped, "I want them to charge their weapons, and be ready to blast these Alliance scum."

"Yes sir," The Signals Officer replied.

"Get Jones on the line," Carlyle added, "Order his picket force to move to our starboard flank, and loosen formation." Carlyle commanded, "We'll have him be ready to charge the enemy, and perform flanking operations."

"Understood Admiral," The Signals Officer replied. "Admiral, you were rather quiet during the Alliance's transmission."

"So?" Carlyle replied.

"Well, you usually try to say something in return." The officer replied, "Do you have a message for the Alliance?"

"Yes," Carlyle chuckled, "Put it on an open frequency." he commanded with his smirk as he watched his fellow destroyers moved to engage the oncoming ships, "Forces of the Galactic Alliance," Rausgeber began, "Today is a day that will lie as a turning point in your treachery." Rausgeber proudly proclaimed, "Your lies, your aggression and your sickening devotion to the Jedi can no longer save you." The admiral continued, "As it sits," The admiral boldly stated, "We have won two major victories against you, and no matter what you do. No matter what happens, we will continue to reign over you." Carlyle bellowed, "For we are the First Order, and we are champions!" Rausgeber roared, "Hail Sieger!" Rausgeber slammed his fist against his chest, his crew did the same. A show of unity. "And you will not defy us!"

Sieb Tevv · Apr 23, 2017

The ships of Task Force Moridena were still moving into place when a speaker came over the communications line and filled the entire bridge of the Moridena. A distinctly nasally human from the sound of it.

"What is that noise?" Sieb asked, rubbing his temple.

"It's coming from one of the First Order ships, sir," replied the CommsOp.

The admiral rolled teaplate-sized eyes. "Jam that line, officer."

"Yes, sir."

"We have won two vi-" tchhhhhhhhhhh. White noise, then the line went dead.

"Thank the Force."

Asmus Janes · Apr 23, 2017

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

Asmus smiled at her comment. He gave an all encompassing wave around the rest of the pilots. “They've all had their first talk about playing it safe on the first live combat mission. This is the navy now, this wasn't a dressing down but if you get one from me it may or may not be in front of everyone else and that will be my call.”

Deep down Janes was still the cocksure smuggler, the scoundrel and even the wealthy merchant. But he was also a decorated officer and he commanded how he wanted to command. His squadron knew there was a line between joking and insubordination and they knew the difference in tone between Asmus giving serious advice and orders and making a quip. Naomi didn't yet, but she would.

“You've come on leaps and bounds so far, you'll be fine out there,” he added.

“Yeah you will,” Chad tacked on and there were murmurs of agreement from the pilots.

Max stepped into the room and the central console lit up with a holo of the situation. “Alright Wraith, we've got this from GADF ships in sector. First Order vessels have already engaged and started landing forces. We're going to stop at the edge of the system outside of sensor range for the Subversion. You're going straight in with the goal of striking priority targets from the flank.” The Flight Commander finished off the briefing with several diagrams, alternative plans and fallback orders. It was comprehensive for ten minutes of prep, but mostly based on existing and we'll rehearsed scenarios. “If there's nothing more, you're fuelled and loaded. Get down to the deck, we're coming in hot.”

Van Bri'tsyd · Apr 23, 2017

Location - Skor system, ANS Endurance - closing on Skor II obit
Objective - Fleet support
Allies - Alliance and crew ([member="Zark"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Rach Vizla"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] )
Enemies - First of the Order ([member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] )
X <-- Battle begins!

The Endurance began to reverberate as its' shields absorbed the stray shot of long range fire. The fleet was now collected over Skor II and attempting to coordinate their actions.

"Comms, any orders issued yet by command?"

"None to us yet sir. "

"Confirmed, hail Admiral Sieb Tevv advise the reserve ship ANS Endurance is in system and forming up to port. Weapons, are the Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons armed and ready.

"Aye sir!"

"Good we are pretty far out so lets pick a big target and say hello. There that Resurgent-class Destroyer , big fething target that one is. Double barrel, full spread, FIRE!"

As Cody commanded the crew of Endurance obeyed. The ship shoot as both cannons fired their three round bursts into space, each 40m slug propelled to 1% the speed of light was now on target and screaming toward the charging Malice.

OOC fired main guns at Carlyle and the Malice

Kaia Vullen · Apr 23, 2017

Skor II
Guest chambers.
Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform

Knight Vullen. It suits you well.

How many years since Hoth? Not the Invasions, the reconquest, or the rise of the First Order. How long since a kind Jedi Master took her there? The galaxy had changed so much since that day. What had the Jedi become? What happened to the light that shone so bright; the sentinel upon the wall; and the hand that gives?

She drew a deep breath through her nose, filling her abdomen and allowing the Force to surge through her body like waves pulling upon the seaweed.

"There is no emotion, there is peace."

Snap-hiss

Air escaped between her lips in a condensed stream, expelling the discord and doubt in her mind. She was a leaf upon the wind, light penetrating the dark that coalesced upon this world. Once more in.

Just breathe

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge" Out, in.
"There is no passion, there is serenity." Out, in.
"There is no chaos, there is harmony." Out, in
I think I prefer just Kaia. [SIZE=6.66667px]Corvus, master[/SIZE]

Had she eyes, then this would have been the moment they were opened. However, the Miraluka had long since lost them and kept only the vestigial cavities. She saw not reflections of light, but reflections of the Force itself as it flowed around and penetrated through, binding all things together. The light she saw was the light of the Force. Instead, she plucked the patterned cloth from the floor and flattened it between her fingers with practised motions. It was bound around her head, under the ash-blonde hair. Not too tight, not too loose.

"There is no death, there is The Force."
The crystal, the blade, the Jedi; we are one.

One hand fell to her lap while the other reached out in the air in front of her. The metal cylinder in front of her quivered before it floated up into her hand. Slow, controlled. It rotated between her extended palm and the floor upon which it had rested. It had seen much wear since its conception, but never had it been wielded selfishly.

No more running, face the darkness.

"I am a Jedi Knight, like my master before me."

Kaia rose to her feet, one hand clipping the sabre to her belt while the other extended behind her. A long piece of wood jumped into her hand and she gave it a quick whirl before clacking it against the ground before her. The force-imbued wood felt warm to the touch; the fabrics of her old jedi robes were coarse against her freckled skin. These familiar sensations brought a smile to her lips.

Bring it.

[member="Aria Vale"]

Samka Derith · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Landing at Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

[SIZE=11pt]The doors behind her hissed open and she felt the Sith Lord approach. Samka took a few steps sideways to allow Carnifex to take the center stage she’d been occupying. While the Sith of Panatha knelt before their Master, Sam offered a forwards motion of her head, something halfway between a respectful nod and a bow. The God-King of the Panatha Reach was not her Master and she would not treat him as such but, from the stories she’d heard, he was certainly worthy of her respect. The leaders of Ren and Sith contrasted heavily. Him, a towering mountain of a man. Her, small and petite.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka’s brow rose unseen in her blank faced helmet at the Sith Lord’s words, the meaning of his statement not unnoticed. ‘It’s not me I’d be worried about, I hear you’re quite the expert at dying.’ was the first response to cross her mind but it would be unwise to show Kaine Zambrano her sharp tongue without first earning his respect.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Your concern is touching, Lord Carnifex, but I am quite capable of dispatching furballs with a fondness for loincloth,” she replied.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The shuttle touched down on the planet surface just as the coms flickered into life. A message from the King of Squibs himself had finally managed to reach them. The more she heard of the king’s message, the more Sam’s face broke into a smile of twisted amusement.[/SIZE]

::This is the King of Skor. My people are members, and under the protection of the Alliance. The citizens of the world have suffered enough and do not want to see more violence. Yet if you do not remove your forces from this system it shall be considered an act of war. I would ask that no Alliance forces or security teams securing us from the Yuuzhan Vong invaders open fire until they have been given the chance to leave peacefully.::

[SIZE=11pt]“How quaint,” she sneered once it was over. “He’s giving us the same terms we gave his precious Alliance on Kaeshana. Shall we show them the same respect they showed us?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The doors opened, letting the passengers set foot onto Metrobig City for the first time. They appeared to be at a deserted part of town, landing in a large abandoned industrial flat zone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As her boots touched the concrete surface, Sam turned to her fellow Ren to issue a war cry. “For the Sith,” Sam said in a blunt, monotone voice which bordered on the sarcastic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Around them military issue transports bearing the markings of both the First Order and the Panatha Reach began landing. Squads of Stormtroopers, Ren, Sith and even a small detachment of the Graug warband from Fornow loyal to the Zambrano house piled out. Given the King’s orders not to engage the First Order immediately, the disembarkation was calm and orderly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sam grasped her gloved hands together as she watch Stormtroopers begin to set up portable defensive turrets around their position. She could feel them although it would be more appropriate to say she could feel them through their absence. They was a gap ahead of her where the Force could feel nothing and that meant there could be but one culprit. The Yuuzhan Vong disgusted her. Creatures which rejected all logic in the galaxy. Creatures that existed outside of the Force had no reason to exist. They built ships made of flesh and not metal and they ritually scar their own flesh. A blight on logic and a blight on taste. The Vong were little more than barbarians in personality and abominations in biology. As luck would have it, the Vong holdout was on their way forwards to their next objective.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Let’s show the locals just how [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]friendly we are and rid them of some Vong, shall we?”[/SIZE]

Sol Stazi · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Skor II Upper Atmosphere, Approaching Salvagestuff Platform from Below/Far Side of the Planet
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Ara Ren"]
Objectives: Reinforce Alliance Elements on Skor II, Secure Salvagestuff Platform
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

Alliance U-Wing, ANS Firebird Hangar Bay
Approaching Skor II Upper Atmosphere
Outer Rim

It was their eagerness to get into battle that saved their lives.

If the Lieutenant hadn't given the order to board the U-Wing transports before the signal had been given by the Firebird's bridge crew, they would have been outside the redundant layer of vacuum sealing when the landing bay explosively depressurized. This far out from the main warzone in orbit, the crew of the CR90 hadn't been expecting to be taking any fire so soon, and in a panic some junior officer slammed open the bay doors and the still idling U-Wings were sucked out into space beyond. The second thing that probably saved their lives was the heavy equipment they were wearing, for while the U-Wings fit the Sixty-First comfortably in their normal fatigues, in GAAF heavy trooper armor they were packed into the transport like Quarren. The lack of anywhere to go prevented the sudden and violent spin from sending any of Sol's men flying into corners and breaking bones or worse.

But they were still spinning, uncontrolled an unpowered, in the cold black of space dangerously close to the rim of Skor II's upper atmosphere and in the vicinity of several other transports. Dimly, Lieutenant Stazi saw as his helmet slammed violently against one of the shuttle viewports that they were coming up fast on one of those other transports now. Ahead of him, he could hear the loud shouting of the craft's pilot and co-pilot as they also must have been aware of this too quickly looming hazard. Sol wondered if this was to be his end, the final inglorious clarion call of the Stazi line in a shuttle accident above some backwater world before the battle had even begun, would his father mourn him as a soldier or not at all.

Miraculously, none of the U-Wings impacted with each other, as the crew of Sol's shuttle managed to jump start the ship's power systems and engines in time avoid a collision and the other craft eventually accomplished the same before any of them skipped explosively off Skor's atmosphere. Aligning into a formation meant to reduce their profile as much as possible, the transports descended on a safe angle towards the planet's surface. Not quite descending all the way into the upper atmosphere, they rode the limits of the U-Wing's stress tolerances to use the planetary curvature as a acceleratory aid, much as the task force above them was doing with their slingshot maneuver. The shuttles were already fast, and with the aid of physics they would seriously make up for the time lost in approaching their objective from the world's far side.

Glancing once again out the viewport, Sol could see an X-Wing on their distant flank which meant their assigned escort had managed to link up with them after all. That was good, neither side had established complete space superiority in the immediate vicinity of the orbital platform, but the Lieutenant wasn't eager to discover what damage just a few stray First Order TIEs could do to their convoy without the protection of a few interceptor craft of their own. It was almost time, Stazi knew, almost time for his life to finally be in his own hands again for the first time since boarding the Firebird back on Sullust. The last few moments were always the worst, as Sol always had an irrational fear that he and his men would be blown out of the sky just seconds before touching down, but as the U-Wings rose up in formation from underneath the platform and the release on their side hatches were hammered home, those fears once more proved to be unfounded.

"Remember Eriadu!" Sol bellowed on an open line as he leapt from the transport, goosing his suit's thrusters to gain some extra momentum. Given the confined quarters of the U-Wings, Twilight Company had been unable to bring along high grade exterior jet packs, and would have to rely on the limited functionality baked into their suit's operation. As he touched down, the maglocks on his boots engaged, and he glanced back at the other shuttles to see if any hadn't made it, and to ensure his own platoon wasn't having any problems as they egressed.

First platoon likewise leapt behind and alongside him, uttering battle cries similar to his own, broadcasts of "Eriadu!" and "For Kaeshana!"

The Sixty-First Mobile Infantry had landed on Skor II. Sort of.

FN-999 · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Metrobig City, approaching The Hall of Big Time Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness
Allies: FO, [member="Sasha Starkos"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Enemies: GA (None in range currently)
Objective: Hold The Hall of Big Time Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness until reinforcements come

Finally, Joe could see The Hall of Big Time Heroes of Beyond-Squib Eliteness.

It towered over the surrounding ruins, a great structure meant to honor Skor II's greatest heroes. Today, he would be "defending" it. He had landed here on a long range assault transport, and headed over to the Hall. They had lost a man to a Vong and almost had died himself, but his men saved him. Joe was grateful, but did not have the time to thank his men. Every second they stopped was another second that the Alliance could approach the Hall of Big Time Heroes.

As the three stormtroopers got closer to the Hall, the amount of Squibs started to increase. At first, there were only three or four wandering down the ruined roads or gathering their supplies. A couple minutes and roads later, there were dozens. However, it wasn't tricky to move. The Squibs cleared a path, unsure of the armored soldiers walking by. Finally, they turned down a road that lead directly to the Hall of Big Time Heroes.

Above the large front entrance, there was a dull sign that said T e Ha l of Big Ti e Heroe of Bey nd-Squi El tenes , with some letters faded away. The Squibs seemed to be more worried on relief efforts than fixing the sign, because there were were no mechanics or painters nearby. From a side road, another four stormtroopers headed toward the entrance. There were no steps, just an open, ruined door. The seven troopers walked in, and walked over to the Mace Windu statue.

Even though the statue was slightly worn, it was one of the most beautiful things Joe had ever seen. It was made of bronzium, and showed Mace Windu in a defensive position, wielding his lightsaber. Him and the other six troopers took defensive positions around the statue and prepared for some sort of assault.

Darth Carnifex · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Aboard the Crestfallen landing in Metrobig City
Objective: Corral the Graug and subjugate the blue dog people
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Equipment:

"We shall see."

The Crestfallen touched down somewhere in the city, hydraulics hissing steam as the entire vehicle braces itself against its landing supports. Its wings folded up and the tips retracted back to protect the highly advanced scanning systems built into the wings. By syncing themselves to the Crestfallen's systems the Ren and Sith were able to monitor their immediate surroundings and pinpoint hostile and neutral entities through a quick bio-scan.

Carnifex hardly paid much attention to the King's call for peace, such things were false and worthless. Peace was a lie, that was the only truth.

"A mimic only repeats what he is told, this Squib Kind sullies the title he holds. He will have to be relinquished of it." The boarding ramp descended to let loose the tide of Dark Siders out into the streets of Metrobig as other smaller transports carrying more mundane military assets landed nearby to disgorge their own cargo. Carnifex strode from the shuttle proudly, his swaggering gait taking him beyond the initial perimeter established by the soldiers and out into the debris-stricken roads of the city. He was not trained in vongsense, but he could smell the Yuuzhan Vong's foul stench from a mile away from his experience with them in the One Sith.

His boisterous stride quickly morphed into a heated sprint, the Force carrying his massive bulk forward like a battering ram towards a 3-meter high wall set between two Squib structures. He braced his shoulder and slammed himself directly into the stone, cracking and busting through the structure with relative ease. On the other side were a gaggle of Yuuzhan Vong, their surprise at his sudden intrusion apparent on their ghastly faces. They raised their amphistaffs and other bio-weapons against him, but with a flick of his blade he severed the heads of their weapons with nightmarish ease. Now their surprise was intensified, they hadn't expected his plasma weapon to be able to cut through their own.

Another flick of his blade make short work of the surprised Vong, their bisected bodies crumbling to the ground in a fetid heap. But there would be more, there always was.

Elmont Block · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Metrobig West
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rebel Sunka"]

He’d been loaned an Alliance fighter. He was skilled freighter pilot but the ship was something he was getting used to. And quickly given he wasn’t just running drills but was expected to participate in something more significant, he was on a crash-course that he hoped didn’t include any actual crashing.

His knowledge of the planet was minimal but covered the core facts. They were in the Outer Rim and from his freighter days, he knew he was just west of the Rimma Trade Route. It orbited a small, red star called Squab as part of the Squab system.

Though small, Skor II was dense, and its terrain and climate differed greatly from one region to another. He also knew, from his trading days that the planet had seemingly boundless natural resources. But then, they weren’t here for a trade run, he knew that. So he headed to the designated coordinates to await further orders.

Choli Vyn · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Metrobig West, epicentre of destruction cause by Yuuzhan Vong
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] I am only going to tag those who have posted and directly relate to me or if someone engaged me. This is to prevent tagging spam lol.

“Hey!” A familiar voice had called. Turning Choli caught sight of a tall, gangly form and a rushed step. Trextan.

“Hey.” The teenager barely managed to smile out before the Justicar closed the distance between them. Before Choli knew it, arms went wrapping around her and drew her into a tight, welcoming embrace.

The whole encounter was a little bit overwhelming. It had been up in the air on how long it would be before the Rogue would be able to actually see the Jedi again, and in the wake of Mustafar and everything that had occurred in between, it was good to see him again. Hearing the emotion in his voice and feeling the way his fingers cradled the back of her head was just as equally startling as it was, well nice. He really had been worried about her. While Janes had expressed the same, it was so odd yet heartwarming hearing it from Trextan as well

Once they pulled back apart, Choli struggled between smiling and an expression of alarm and surprise. It really wasn't the time to delve into Janes, or Mustafar, or anything else. With the First Order arriving and now in orbit, things were about to escalate. They always seemed to.

“Yeah… That was my former Commander. He’s a bit over protective. Sorry about that.”

Curious hazel green eyes went panning over from Trextan’s anxious ones over towards the blue furred Squib. Both brows rose. Wait, did he say King?

A quizzing glance up at Trextan afforded her a half sheepish grin and a brief flash of mischievousness air.

“No promises,”. She added, shifting her satchel on her back over her shoulder. “If it is frilly, expect me to never let you live it down.”

“We go Big Short Jedi Man.” The Squib said waiving a bright blue furred hand over to the pair.

“Big Short Jedi Man?” that caused the awkwardness they both likely felt in the rush of emotions and embrace to wane at the term used to describe Trextan.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go Big Short Jedi Man,” a half nod and then a small playful punch along Trextan’s forearm. R4 gave a beep and hoot in agreement; he also tittered as he eyed Trextan up and down with his ocular sensor. What he chattered after prompted a sudden rush of color to Choli’s cheeks.

Okay, time to change the subject!

“So, what is going on?” The inquiry came in a low voice after the pair began moving towards the speeder. Around them the GADF forces were moving with intention and purpose. They had to finish evacuations of all the wounded and those who have been harmed. The last thing they needed were for casualties.

[ All Alliance Forces within the Triage center. Please move towards your specified shuttles as assigned. All medics and personnel are to remain vigilant. Please stay within the secured quadrants for your protection.]

“Evacuations are underway? What about the First Order now that they are here? I heard the request over the open broadcast by the King asking for them to leave … any word on that?”

There were packs of squibs moving in and out, weaving between the Alliance and their allies personnel as they gathered as much of their salivate as possible. There had been Squib and Alliance scouting parties that had been deployed to investigate for any lingering Vong or Graug remnants. Thankfully, there were only a few stragglers left. However, even those few could cause immense damage and harm to the Squibs and anyone near them.

As soon as [member="Elmont Block"] would near the coordinates, he would see a small section of the ground that had been cleared out and secured by the Alliance and the Squibs. There on the ground, would be Trextan and Choli’s figures walking towards the speeder. If he were fast enough, he just might be able to catch up with them.

A tiny squib barely a meter tall would wave twin bright red wands to try and taxi in the approaching starfigthers. Poor guy, because the backwash would make him tumble and sway, but he was determined to do this job! He would get big loot as payout if he did it well!

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Djorn Bline · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Landing on the Space Platform
Allies: GA ([member="Bryce Bantam"]) [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Raph Thule"])
Enemies: FO ([member="Ara Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rexus Wreck"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Nils Brenner"] [member="Torian Pierce"])
Objective: Fight, fight, fight.
Gear: Here

Reports were already coming in with First Order personnel making way to the platform and some already arriving at the location, thus initiating firefights between Alliance and First Order soldiers.

Feth, they beat us to the draw.

The clone thought and cursed to himself after hearing the reports. But that didn't really matter. He was ready to fight and die; there was no need for him to have things preplanned. During his first ten years on the planet of Kamino, obviously imprisoned there for training purposes, his mentor and trainer that was a Concordian Mandalorian helped him to compose the Fett clone his own identity that made him unique in comparison of his own brethren. He was the man that was responsible for Canal's superiority complex and his general attitude that earned him the disliking of his unit and even his own blood brothers. That same man also taught a young Canal to never think too ahead of the game because things don't always tend to go in favor of one, but to always react in situations rather than acting.

"Pilot, get us close to the main area where the damn Imperials are landing at and don't land the bird," the man ordered to the female maneuvering the dropship and was acknowledged to said orders. Then a transmission conducted by some Imperial was being heard by Canal and his men. It didn't infuriate the man, but it did have him something to laugh at. Despite his serious and bold demeanor, he did figuratively laugh at things for its pure ignorance or to discourage someone following a snide comment. "What a poor soul. Looks like the Supreme Leader didn't educate them in what happened to scumbags like him." His soldiers didn't dare to laugh or chuckle at Canal's comment as they were used to being under his command.

And then a green light flashed, but the dropship didn't made that familiar thudding sound. The doors were open which allowed a rush of soldiers to charge out into the battle taking place on the scrapyard platform. Cladded warriors from both sides killed and got killed by whatever method they used. "Let's get on the front lines," the veteran ordered to his soldiers and began to sprint towards the main heat of the battle as they dropped off behind Alliance defenses, but close enough to reach the front of it.

Saul Perth · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: Reach Skor II
Allies: GA and allies
Enemies: FO and allies
Ship: ANS Dauntless, Nebulon B9 Frigate

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Lieutenant Saul Perth stared out into the whirlpool of light on the other side of the viewport, so close it seemed that he could reach out and touch it. This lead to the revelation that he didn't know what exactly would happen if the glass, or more accurately, the protective shielding, failed and the crew where exposed to the raw energies before him. Forcibly pulling his gaze away from the hypnotic display, Saul simply decided that it would definitely not be pleasant and left it at that for the moment, he had more important manners to attend to.

A large translucent sphere hung in the air in the center of the bridge, a holographic representation of the planet Skor II. Multiple splotches of color represented the several meaningful strategic locations on the surface, and above the surface in the case of the Salvagestuff Platform. Larger off-color blobs showed the expected locations of Yuuzhan Vong and Graug holdouts. These didn't much concern him however, what remained of them was small and only a minor nuisance, one the Alliance didn't have the time to correctly deal with at the moment however. What bothered the young Lieutenant more, in fact the whole reason the Dauntless was rerouted to Skor II, was what he couldn't see. The First Order had come for Skor II.

He had no information on where the First Order was deployed on the planet, or in what capacity. Saul could just as well expect to arrive and find the situation already in hand or arrive amidst the wreckage of the Alliance fleet.

Deep breaths, focus on what you do know and what you can do.

The slowly spinning representation of Skor II faded away into nothingness, quickly replaced by a summary of the full military capacity of the Dauntless and her crew.

The 173rd Alliance Marines company numbered six platoons of thirty six marines each made up for the largest contingent of fighting power available to Saul. Supporting the marines was Saul's own 347th Alliance Ranger Platoon, the Grinning Ghosts, numbering 50. Eight M47 dropships to bring his small command onto the planet's surface, and a dozen Guardian class fighters to get them there in one piece. Then of course there was the Dauntless herself, large for a frigate and decently armed, however if Saul had to guess, with his limited understanding of fleet warfare, from the transmissions he received a single frigate would likely be only a drop in the metaphorical bucket. The Dauntless would probably be order to hang back and assist in anti-fighter duty until the lines began to break and the twin gravity well projectors could potentially capture a fleeing vessel.

Saul already had all of that information memorized, but going through the familiar motions helped calm him down and focus himself for the chaos ahead. As he finished, one of the bridge crew looked up from her station.

"Five minutes to reversion, sir."

"Thank you. I want by the minute updates via comm, I'm going down to the hangars. Mister Colins, you have the bridge, keep us behind the battle line and provide fighter defense unless ordered otherwise."

"Yes, sir.", replied the First Mate.

After a short turbo-lift ride and a message informing him reversion was less than four minutes away, the Lieutenant found himself in the first of the four dropship hangars. A few marines stopped and offered a quick salute before returning to their duties, but most favored business over protocol in this situation, and Saul agreed with them. He paused only briefly to watch a light artillery piece be mounted in pieces to the external supply mounts of one dropship, while a communications relay and several crates were fitted to another. These ships would first touch down to make a small command post before delivering any extra troops to the lines as needed. The next two hangars were almost eerily quiet, the marines having no large equipment to load beyond a few crates of additional supplies had already finished and were waiting on the pilot to finish his pre-checks before firing the engines. Finally, with less than two minutes left before reversion, Saul reached his fellow Ghosts. The dropships were already loaded with each mounting four speeder bikes for the mobile recon teams.

Saul climbed in the back hatch of the first dropship and was greeted with the familiar sight of the Ghosts checking each others equipment prior to the drop. As he made his way to the front of the craft to retrieve his rifle and helmet, his comm came to life again, warning him that they had less than a minute before reversion. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder and sealing his helmet, the Lieutenant waited for his command software to fully integrate with his HuD. As he became more and more electronically linked to the soldiers around him, Saul opened a comm line to the bridge.

"This is Lieutenant Perth, when we revert I want a comm line to all GA brass we got planetside. We need to be linked into the local CaC network as soon as possible."

"Roger, sir. Reversion in 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, mark."

A shift in his stomach let Saul know they had reverted in it's own way as the Dauntless slipped back into realspace a moderate distance behind the main battle line.

"Opening comm line to the local defense elements, sir... Line open."

"This is Lieutenant Saul Perth aboard the ANS Dauntless, please provide situation report and patch us into the command network, copy?"

Trextan Voidstalker · Apr 23, 2017

Location: Metrobig West, epicentre of destruction cause by Yuuzhan Vong. Heading for palace.
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
[member="Jacques"] [member="Castor Ren"]

Fortunately Trextan didn't understand any droid languages so he missed whatever comment had the Rogue blushing again. They were in a disaster area that was about to become a warzone once more and yet he couldn't stop a weak smile pushing through and finding a home on his face. If only they could have been away from all this. She couldn't handle herself, but he couldn't help the undercurrent of concern that she was fresh from recovery and now here. He tried to tell himself that wasn't why he'd invited her to see the King.

Trextan stepped up into the back of the speeder and took a seat. He turned towards the squib that had addressed him and nodded in his direction. “Any word?” He redirected Choli's question.

“Men in white landing been all over city. Shooting started in space. Not so keen on King's message Beequee thinks,” he replied. The squid had bright blue fur with grey mottling. He was one of the king's guards. His formal attire included a chest plate that had clearly been beaten out of a snubfighter armour plate and a decoration made from scrap hydrospanners on the left shoulder. “What we do to deserve all this eh? Still, squib don't give up easy!” He thumped his breastplate with pride.

“This is Beequee, one of the king's guards. King…” there was a pause as Trextan rolled the syllables around in his head and put them in the right order “...Adegabaydee wanted a Jedi guard whilst in the city. Beequee, this is Choli, the pilot I mentioned?”

“Oh tinker-girl! Tinkering machines is top skill!” Beequee announced. Trextan had told him that she'd been able to take control of his own arm and use it against him. At the time it had been a story to distract the diminutive creatures from trying to trade his own prosthetic arm off him. He's got the feeling they would have found a way of not diverted from their purpose.

Beequee reached over and grasped Choli's wrists, bringing her hands up to brush his cheeks.

“Yeah, they do that,” Trextan added with a quirk of his eyebrows. He was passed a case by one of the Squib. The young Justicar didn't seem too pleased about it. “Oh hold up!” He told the driver, seeing [member="Elmont Block"] approaching.

“I have to wear this around the king's residence,” Trextan bemoaned as he opened the case. The robe was bright white, with gold trim and a dark red sash across the waist. “It's not frilly,” he protested in advance as he slipped it on. “Anyway you should know a few things. The King’s crown is very interesting. Don't be distracted by it.” It was in fact made of pieces of junk. Shiny junk, but still junk. Trextan had worked very hard not to laugh. “He is exceptionally fluent in basic for a squib, but if he stumbles over his words never correct him or make a suggestion. It gets him very angry.”

“Hey! Beequee is double good basic speaker!” Protested their guard. The airspeeder still waited for Elmont.

“Beequee is a very good basic speaker,” Trextan corrected.

“Hey! You said don't correct!”

“I said don't correct the King.” Beequee didn't protest, but he shot Trextan daggers with his glare. Trextan chuckled, turning to smile at Choli. He couldn't describe how glad he was to see her again.

Relit Vandal · Apr 23, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Canal"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Vaet"] :-(, [member="Naomi Carolina"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Saving the innocent

He ran his hand along the glass case, revealing various decrepit and decomposing samples of McYoda items. He could only assume they were crafted, at one time, for display for potential customers. But now, even the various preservatives offered by the latest and greatest technology couldn’t stop the passage of time.

He looked upward to the suspended lighting, hanging from white tiling, with bulbs that had long ago blown out. Despite how contained the blastport was, at least for this component, it was impossible to clear away the stench of abandonment. He hoped this didn’t reflect on the rest of the world, he hoped that what the Alliance and Sacred Lotus had done bore more fruit than what he found here.

Across the empty hallways, plastered with various screens that likely once displayed advertisements and directions for the rest of the facility, Relit heard the murmurs and whispers through the stagnant air. Sounds of whimpering spliced between yells and apparent indignation, spoken through a foreign tongue. The sort of language that sounded more of beastly notions than of civilized conversation.

Stepping into the shadows of an open commerce location, he watched quietly as two Yuuzhan Vong soldiers sat quietly in the center. The damage from explosions was apparent. One tended to a small squib, half the size of what would be expected of an adult, as the other tended to a fire and what could be construed as a cooking apparatus. Relit had no understanding of what was occurring, nor did he desire to find out. That inner thought was only further emboldened as one the soldiers stood up and kicked the squib hard, evidently unconscious.

Pulling an archaic bow from his satchel, he set the bag down by a column and thumbed an arrow.

“Let the child go. Leave this world. And leave intact.”

His words spoke out from the darkness of the space he filled, likely obscured by the proximity of the fire within the dimly lit blastport. The Yuuzhan Vong soldiers stood, odd rifle shaped weapons now held and brandished. Relit took that moment to take aim for the abdomen, where the coral didn’t overlap, flinging an arrow at the soldier on the right. The Yuuzhan vong dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach, as he rolled near the fire in writhing agony. It wasn’t a fatal shot, for now.

Relit stepped out from the shadow, content with this fight now that the numbers were even.

“Leave the child. Leave your things. Take that one…” He looked towards the other, who was now making it to his knees as he clutched the arrow. “And go.” He reached behind his back, unsheathing the dallorian blade. “Or remain here, forever.”

He wasn’t sure if the Yuuzhan Vong could understand him, not at first. But he knew of their technology, he knew of various organisms that could translate standard languages to that of the Yuuzhan Vong. So when the soldier tossed away the weapon and pulled out his serpent whip, hardening into a staff, Relit knew the nature of the answer. Perhaps there was a challenge in gesture, transitioning to a melee weapon. The truth was that he would have shot another arrow but he left it in the satchel amidst such grand gesture.

A dance of spear and blade occurred as flashes of silver filled the dust ridden air. Where the Vong stabbed, Relit parried. Where the Vong slashed overhead, Relit ducked. He was content to bind his time as he took to the practices of Soresu, searching for chinks in the armor. And as far as he could tell, with every probing strike of the short sword, the armor was without weakness except one - where it didn’t cover the body. The first strike found purchase across the abdomen. Wide eye and tilted, the Vong charged, turning spear into whip. As it smacked across the flat of Relit’s blade, it wrapped around and was used to leverage the weapon from the Jedi Master.

As the Vong recoiled, the Master pulled the saber from hip and ignited the purple beam. With a twist, once more deflecting the whip, he turned on his left foot and pivoted forward. With no time to react, the Vong was left without defense against the blade that was slammed through his armpit and down into his abdomen. As Relit extinguished the blade, the soldier fell to the ground with a death shudder as his fellow soldier left the world of consciousness.

Running back over to his satchel, he slid over to the young squib to check for vital signs. He found a pulse, steady breathing, and a coherent temperature. His hands hovered over the small child’s body, force flowing freely, as he searched for any internal wounds. In the back of his mind, he registered sounds, as he suspected additional forces would be making their way through the blastport. He needed to work quickly and move on.

::Squib civilians found in the Blastport. No First Order forces spotted. Yuuzhan Vong forces are en route.::

His voice chirped across Galactic Alliance Channels. He wasn't quite sure if he yet needed backup.

Natasi Fortan · Apr 23, 2017

"We have a target, ma'am," called the communications officer. "Therapy Command."

"Put it on screen," ordered Charlotte, turning to the command display. The target ships appeared on the display, with what information the FOSB could glean from the Navy's interactions with it at Kaeshana and Asmeru. [member="Cathul Thuku"] seemed to be some sort of therapist -- though Charlotte would hazard a guess that any educational establishment that would give such a being a degree wouldn't pass muster in the First Order's more rigorous educational credentials requirements. She seemed to have a kind of obsession with the First Order -- snippets of decrypted communications from the battle telemetry had been passed around the mess halls and officers' clubs of the Navy with great hilarity.

Now it looked like they would square off again.

She listened to [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]'s rallying cry and suppressed an eyeroll. "He's beginning to sound like Therapist Actual," she muttered to her XO; they shared a confidential smirk before turning their attention back to the battle. "Weapons, report charging status! Helm, tighten up that formation, one degree more and we'll be looking sloppy." She clasped her hands behind her back. "Let's show these Alliance fiends what we can do," she muttered. "Prepare to fire."

Gabriel Sionoma · Apr 23, 2017

LOCATION: Metrobig
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Elmont Block"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"]
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Taking out some vong, gonna go slap some peeps around after
THEME: Dogs of war.

All one needed to do was look towards the sky to see the incoming forces. It seemed, as much as he wished to be wrong, that the First Order would not respect the sovereignty of a nation, big or small. Beneath the foot of their proclamations, whole societies would be blotted out. Unless the Alliance could do something about it.

The stairs in the duracrete hallway moaned beneath his quick steps as he ran full pace down the window-filled column. Practically hopping down, flight or fight kicking in in response to the incoming forces, he kicked the door open to the sight of various vessels making their way across Metrobig West. He wasn’t far now, from the Hall of Heroes, but his eyes were set towards his own form of reclamation. Yuuzhan Vong walk freely through the streets, thrall herders in tow, as the Alliance are distracted with inclement tensions.

Yanking his scope up, he propped it over an abandoned speeder and looked towards the moving convoy. It was then that he realized the thrall herder wasn’t carrying Chazrach, but instead Squib. He didn’t realize just how similar the two looked from afar, given their more beastly characteristics. Kneeling against the speeder, he heard the slightest sound of vibration. And what started as a small rumble only grew louder and louder. He leaned down, confused, as he pressed his ear against the metal sidewall of the door. Sparkbees.

::You remember how I mentioned going after the Slivlith?::

::Uhh, yeah.::

::Change of plans. I need you to get the convoy’s attention. Bring them to my position::

::Why...why would I do that?::

::I have an idea.::

::OH CRAP!::

The sound of repulsor engines immediately filled the sky above him as the gunship swooped down, a few hundred feet back from his position. Gabe turned his head just in time to watch as the ship fired a concussive missile through the sky. It hit the Slivilith on the side of its body, causing little to no noticeable impact. Blasting down the street, the gunship came around to hover just above the convoy. Turning on a dime, it cut back across and over Gabe, heading back towards the Hall.

::Uhh...not sure what just happened there…:: He spoke into the communication device, mourning his temporary loss of hearing. It was then that he heard the muffled rabble turn towards him, heading towards the T-intersection before cutting back down the road to pass Gabe. He heaved and pulled the rusted plating of the speeder back, revealing the sparkbee hive that was contained in the inner workings of the whole vehicle.

Gritting his teeth, he reached into hive and guided with Vongsense, plucked out the most important individual, pinned between his fingers delicately. She wouldn’t rightly sting him, not yet, as that was often saved for rival queens. Lifting the queen to eyesight, he exerted a modicum of will and power, obtained through expertise in vong and beekeeping.

Swarm. This home isn’t big enough for you anymore. Swarm to them.

He moved his eyes towards the incoming Yuuzhan Vong and the Queen, under his charm, turned to look. Signalling the need for a swarm, the hive would consume what honey they would carry and fly towards target. He stepped out from behind the speeder, still encased in the cloak, as one bee became many. A single hive would turn the road into a hurricane of bees, all intent on finding colony within the armor of the approaching vong.

Gabe watched, gun lowered beneath the cloak, as the Yuuzhan Vong began to realize the incoming attack and what affect it might have on them. Gabe circled around, slowly, intent on persuading the thrall herder to free the slaves during the mass hysteria that would soon come. And following that, he would make his way towards one of the many vessels he saw landing in Metrobig West.

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