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

[Sal Katarn]

SALVAGE PLATFORM​

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My own breathing sounds obnoxiously loud inside the confines of my helmet. I sprint through the platform halls, hunching slightly due to the low ceilings. Squibs built the thing with Squibs in mind, making the whole platform a logistical nightmare for moving troops around. Twenty SpaceOps marines tramp behind me, men and women who'd been through Dulvoyinn, Coruscant, Atrisia, Kaeshana, and Mustafar. Veterans by now. I think of all the missing faces from those when we started out on that shuttle in Dulvoyinn. And I wonder which faces won't be with them after this battle. Mine?

We are responding to [member="Nicolas Thorne"]'s recon report. The First Order came in force. We disembarked from the Sullustan monitor a little over five minutes ago. Now we are in a mad dash to reinforce the Squibs.

Just down the hallway I hear the weird sound the Squibs' tractor guns make. A sort of elongated shhooom, followed the distinct whine of blasterfire. Imperial models.

I round the corner. A dozen Squibs have erected a hasty barricade of small crates, over which they shoot, but beyond the crates I see stormtroopers in imperial white and a hostile carrying a lightsaber whose armor looks like a Vader knockoff. Imperials are big into the past.

"Pop LIS," I order into my comms. Three marines toss grenades just in front of the Squib barricades. The grenades spin on the ground for a second before blue smoke starts to billow out, choking the hallway. The smoke is laser inhibiting, absorbing the energy of blaster bolts passing through so that instead of leaving a smoking hole in your body they just feel like a punch from a Houk instead.

The smoke won't stop the sonic carbines my marines carry, or the tractor-beam based weapons of the Squibs, but I doubt the Imperials rely on anything but blasters to get the job done.

I level my sonic carbine at the cloud of smoke and squeeze the trigger. Cones of sound capable of breaking bone and pulping organs ripple through the smoke toward the hostiles. The voidstone pack I'm wearing will minimize the offensive capabilities of that faux-Vader, but the question is by how much?

[member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Rexus Wenck"].

 

[Rakieh Atur]

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnoughthttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107686-tenchu-class-dreadnought-silver-jedi-order/?hl=tenchu SSV Vánagandr
Objective: Reinforce Allied forces in Squab System
Allies: Galactic Alliance and friends
Opposition: Vong, [SIZE=11pt]Graug[/SIZE], First Order

Rakieh found himself in a very different mode of thought now than he did in the past few pre-incursions he had been involved in. As opposed to his most recent pre-incursion with the Primeval, he found his mind clear of thought. Whether that could be attributed to a newfound focus or a simple acceptance of how things were meant to be for him, he found himself in a position where he felt as though he was as prepared as he was going to be, and that alone brought him a much needed peace for the battle ahead.

During their jump to hyperspace, his Master, Arisa Yune, gave him two simple choices as to what his next course of action would be. Perhaps it was a sense of overconfidence that drove his decision, but the choice, to him, was even simpler than the choices that were given.

"I have little experience in the field, but I believe I will be of more use joining the Knights in their assault."

With a resolve he hadn't felt in years, Rakieh began to make his way down to hangers, as that would be the next logical place to go.

"I will be heading down to the hangers and awaiting further orders there," he said, leaving his Master's side. There was a pause in his steps to the hanger, and in a brief pause that he had created, he turned to his master and exchanged some final words before the engagement. "Good luck up here Master Yune. May the Force be with you... and with us all."

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - POWER!!! and how to restore some to the FO corvette
Allies - GA when they get here ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] )
Enemies - Space baddies ( [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Satia"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

[SIZE=10.5pt]X[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] <- Background music[/SIZE]

The main computer was taking longer to boot and Bryce had hoped. Fething thing had taken quite the shock and blew out most of the relays connecting it to the rest of the ship. Still better fired relays then fired computer core and he had needed to search the ship further for replacements. In his search he had learned a few things about this bird in his time within it. First was that it was imperial, First Order in fact. Some type of "weather" corvette turned to a more military use. What it was he still had no clue but it had some of the most advanced sensors he had ever seen.

In his search for parts to repair the damaged relays he had also come across a BB unit that had somehow gotten wedged into the ceiling of the captains quarters. Squibs must never have looked up and noticed the blue ball stuck up there in between two broken beams. His body was pretty beaten up, and badly dented on one side and almost flattened. He also had scorch marks on him like he had taken electric fire from a stun weapon or other high electrified device.

Now thoroughly distracted by blue and white droid his force tool hummed as he cut, rewired and welded the little guy back together. As he made the final connection the unit suddenly came back to life screaming about an attack in Binary.

"Woh, easy little guy, your safe." Bryce said giving the frightened droid some space.

Its' head swiveled over to look at Bryce and tired to scan him. Seconds later it tired to move back but Bryce had yet to repair its' circular body to it instead rolled into its' badly dented side and got stuck. Its' head swiveled back and forth feverishly before it locked its' gaze on Bryce.

"You, you did this, killed her. Well go on you alliance dog, kill me too. I'll give you nothing."

 

[Samuel Jones]

Allies: FO, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @Cyrus Tregessar | @thalera isianthar
enemies: [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Rach Vizla"] ad any others I missed

Above Skor II aboard the FIV Maelstrom.

Commander Samuel Jones watched the delicate dance that was the naval battle start to unfold, the first order made the first move. bright lazars shot thru space and slammed into the Mando's shields. they started to retreat, wise. but on a different note, the Galactic Alliance Fleet showed up, finally. and turned directly towards Admiral Rausgeber's fleet. the 'king of skor' broadcasted another pathetic plea. then the GA started blaring their garbage.

​" turn that garbage off, and keep comms open, anything from the Admiral?"

​"Yes Sir, our fleet is turning to face the GA fleet, he orders are to loosen formation and move to the Malice's starboard flank. gun's full power ready to fire sir?"

​"No not at full power yet, transmit to the rest of picket to loosen up in a scattered position around the Maelstrom and what for further order. How long until in firing range of their capital ships?"

​another low ranking officer answered "​sir we are still several minute out of range for our weapons, we'll be in range of theirs in just a few minutes, 5 at most."

​"we wait for the signal from the Admiral before proceeding."

​Jones already had a plan, one that just might work, only time would tell. just then the Admiral's voice cut in over open comms. he gave an awe inspiring and motivational speech. after he finished , the Maelstrom's bridge filled with the sounds of cheering and 'Hail Sieger' Jones couldn't help but join in, if he was going to die today, he'd have no regrets, him and his entire crew.

Fleet

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Picket Fleet Delta comp.​

FIV Maelstrom( Flag ship) | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Plasma-Caster | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Lightning | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Winters-Wrath | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Reckless | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.

FIV Daggers edge | Charger-class escort corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Star's-Fire | Charger-class escort corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.

 

[Kriel Firin]

Location: Metrobig
Allies: FO
Enemies: GA
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kaida Taldir"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=129kuDCQtHs

In his quarters aboard the ship under his personal command, Talon Ren’s gloved right hand clamped on the hilt of his saber.

The recently titled Master had changed over the past few months. The Knight that was committed to developing Disciples to the extent that it consumed his entire life was no more. His trial to achieve the mantle of Master had not just been a physical encounter but had also included a need to throw off his past — even his recent times — to embrace the person he was to become.

This invasion was to be an important time for him. He felt finally free to make full use of his powers. To use them to the fullest to restore the galaxy to order. He’d made sacrifices and suffered terrible injuries on his journey but now he felt free to revel in the fact that he had fulfilled his destiny.

What he wanted, he could now take. He needed only have the determination to grasp it, at whatever cost to those who stood in his way.

Talon Ren’s black-masked face topped his simple black bodysuit and armour, helmet, boots, and cloak that both camouflaged the evidence of his transformation and helped maintain his health.

And as he headed to the surface of the planet, he contemplated an old Sith teaching. Where the Jedi gained power through understanding, the Sith gain understanding through power. He wondered where the Ren lay on that continuum. He suspected that neither answer was complete and a balance of the two was in order. But if he had to come down on one side or the other? He believed power would fill the vacuum created by the decisions he makes.

Talon Ren, the First Order and the dark side of the Force. In his mind, the perfect triumvirate. And his task ahead was clear. To demonstrate the peril of independent thinking. To teach that to obey was not the most important thing - it was the only thing.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Metrobig
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kriel Firin"]


There is no doubt, there is only duty. Service, Sacrifice, Sisterhood, Valour and Loyalty unto death. An Angelii was expected to embody these traits. For as long as she could remember, Kaida had only wanted to be one thing: A soldier, a defender of her people.


Even if time and again she'd been forced to turn her blade upon them, to clean up the mess after the selfish power plays of the nobility. They were her people. Her oath was ironclad. She was their guardian unto death. Now they were in peril. Their homeworld was under the foreign yoke of oppressors, the free Eldorai had dispersed across the stars. Kaeshana is not yet lost. One day it would be free.


No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifices that needed to be made, the Eldorai would endure. Anything else was insignificant. They could no longer allow misplaced racial pride and arrogance to stand in their way. Cold fury washed over her like a rainfall.


Inexorably, Ren and Angelii were drawn to one another. In a way, both could be considered the others' mirror image. One served the dark Supreme Leader and strove to turn his vision of imperial supremacy into a reality. The other served the Star Queen of the Eldorai, believed to be the viceroy of the Goddess Ashira, charged with fulfilling the elves' goddess-given manifest destiny. Kaida had long stopped believing in the Goddess and did not even care much for the Monarchy these days. What remained was the Code of the Angelii and unflinching loyalty.


Battle was joined. Her comrades-in-arms soon engaged First Order soldiers. Undoubtedly the background noise would be dramatic. Here a Stormtrooper would probably sacrifice himself for Sieger Ren, there an Eldorai warrior would give her life for Ashira and enter into Asur.


This would leave the two main combatants to have their duel. No witty banter, no taunts or anything like that rolled off her tongue as she happened upon the Master of Ren as both made their way through ruined streets. There was no point in talking. The phrik armoured Seraph desired naught but violence. Her bolter remained on her back, her compact sonic pistol on her thigh.


Instead she raised her Magnetic Revolver and fired several rounds, targeting the masked Ren's kneecaps. The gun was heavy, but Force-enhanced strength allowed her to wield it and absorb the recoil. This gun fired hypervelocity pellets, which travelled faster than the speed of sound, meaning they would hit the target faster than one would hear them cutting through the air. Moreover, they could penetrate most forms of personal armour. The revolver didn't cause much sound outside of the whir of its chamber spinning and the pellets hissing through the air.


Her other hand held her Seraph shield, made of cortosis, a potent tool to defend herself. Her lightsabre rested on her belt, ready to be drawn into her grasp should they cross blades in melee. The air around them began to cool.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4_lr4iimd8​

Objective: Kill Motherkarkers
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Ara Ren"] |@Asharard Graush
Enemies: [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Canal"]
Loadout: 1x FO2 Stormtrooper Armour; Orange Pauldron | 1x F-11D Rifle | 1x SE-44C Blaster Pistol | 1x VX Gas Grenades| 1x VX Injector | 2x Thermal Detonators | 1x Lightsaber
NPC's: The Gundark Gunners.

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"Move, move, move!" Rexus bellowed, charging at where the Squibs had set up, the stormtroopers trigger discipline kicked in. Make sure you kill your targets. Select them carefully and keep them down. For Rexus, that meant a quick two tap to the Squib, and bursts here an there as the small mammals stupidly lifted their heads above their makeshift barricade. The men of the Gundark Gunner's were clinical in their assault. Unleashing a barrage of fire at the combined forces of the Alliance and their sycophants. More and more men piled off the lander.

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The troopers among the first wave crouched, and delivered suppressive fire. Their effectiveness drastically decreased as the Galactic Alliance deployed their smoke grenades. Now it was just burst fire, delivered via the heavy blasters brought along. However, things were a stalemate now, as the sonic waves hit the disembarking troopers. Rexus eyed the Knight of Ren, "Alright bossman!" Rexus barked, "And you lads!" He waved to a squad of stormtroopers in cover, who acknowledged the captain through a nod of their helmeted heads.

"VX grenades, we'll throw them, wait, and then charge." Rexus ordered, unclipping one munition from his utility belt. He clasped it in his cybernetic hand, "One," Rexus pulled the pin on his grenade, "Two!" Rexus barked, holding the release, and getting ready, "Three!" Wenck lobbed his grenade through the smoke screen, and then took cover. He waited for the gas grenades to take effect before charging out, "Eat that you karkpups!" Rexus roared, firing away at the Alliance soldiers, and the Skor with them. "Come and get summa this!" He bellowed, firing away at the GADF marines stationed her. "How'd you like that you fethnutters!"

 

[Ria Misrani]

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The adventure part? Ranulph thought to himself as the doctor spoke. If he had it his way they'd not only park the ship to pick up the statue but perhaps blast a hole into every Alliance ship that came near. Just his thought and opinion of which he kept to himself. The brunette kept on with the various possibilities, of how they could get the statue off of Skor II. Ropes? Well, that was an idea, "ropes, Serjeant-"

"Liquid cable dispensers, here, about seven and a half metres worth," Viramontes smirked just as the FIV Discovery shifted away from the main fleet and the view of Skor II became just a bit clearer. The room was in a bit of a hushed silence as their mission became real, no longer were they to just stand around and talk about it. It was now, here it is in the flesh. "Helmet check, c'mon Lieutenant to the day room."

The lieutenant put a hand up, "biodegradable adhesive? I hope you've brought some sounds like we could use it, yes, yes right helmet checks." He brought out the helmet that had been tucked under his arm and placed it over his head securing it as he followed the Serjeant out of the conference room and down the corridor of the Conyers-class ship. It was clear to him that most of the men and women here were not used to having bucketheads on their vessel. White plastoid armour marched down into a converted lab, it now served as a makeshift dayroom. He had slipped through the door just in time to hear Viramontes call out helmet checks.

"Remember your vital communications and security monitor will keep you connected at all times, check on heads up displays, check on environmental controls," Viramontes shouted as she looked over at Lieutenant Tarkin. "Aren't you missing something?" She gestured to her shoulder.

Tarkin turned around and looked but found nothing and then shifted his attention back toward the platoon and spotted his officer pad in the back of the room. Grabbing the pad, he secured it to his armour. "Lieutenant got a bit of an issue with the vision in this thing," a young private mentioned off-handedly, "I think the HUDs off."

"Let me see here, private..."

"Private Dmitri, sir. James Dmitri." The young man introduced himself, and by the sound of it, he couldn't have been too much older than...

"How old are you?" Tarkin asked as he stepped behind to disengage the helmet. When Dmitri took off the helmet, Tarkin saw just how young the man was. Fresh from training. Still, he waited for his answer and checked the helmet all the same.

Dmitri cleared his throat, "just turned nineteen a day ago actually, makin' me mum proud. Me dad was a troopah, sir. He died on Castameer wanted to be like'im me whole life."

"Ah, here we go," Tarkin found the problem and looked over the platoon for a moment. "Dad was a buckethead, then? 'M sure he'd be proud of you Dmitri, now then try it again."

Securing the helmet over his head again, the Private activated the helmet's systems. "Ah there we are, how'd you fix it?"

"Adjusted the height on your vision," the officer replied with a smile, although it was hidden behind the enigmatic stare of the helmet. Giving the young man a pat on the shoulder. As he stepped away from the young soldier the lieutenant walked back to the front of the platoon and all he saw were helmets. White stormtrooper helmets that looked in his direction. "Riot control, you'll be on the doctor's primary. Infantry will serve to keep the lot moving. We're here to keep the doctor and her team safe, and to assist in the recovery of the statue. This is not a chance for you to play gloryhound, we can ill-afford it."

He took a step back as Sgt. Viramontes stepped forward to finish the briefing with direct orders. As the lieutenant listened, he made a note to see to her promotion when they got back home. Which for the moment would most likely be Barkhesh or Rutan. When the briefing had concluded, Tarkin excused himself and headed back to the conference room just in time to hear [member="Audrey Saint George"] mention something about seatbelts.

The stormtrooper headed for the nearest seat available and sat down there. He was later joined by Pvt. Strovenko and Dmitri as the Discovery began her final approach.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Hangar near the fighting
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="canal"], [member="Raph Thule"], GA
Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Rexus Wreck"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Torian Pierce"], FO
Objective: Wake up, maybe put on a little make up
Gear: Link in Sig


Sirens had a tendency to ruin the day. One minute you're sleeping, dreaming excellent dreams about not having to do a gorram thing and still make lots of money, then the next you're still in your bunk, on your freighter, and the stupid fething alarms have got a ridiculously inane song stuck in your head. Of course, it was only prudent to spread the joy, so as Keric pulled on his boots and made his way out of his quarters, he was singing that song at full volume.

"I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around, and desert you..." He sang, causing cursing from the engine compartment.

"Damn it Keric, you know that'll be stuck in my head all day!" Janta called out as she stepped from the engine room with a wrench in hand.

"You'll have to brain me for it later, love. Those sirens aren't local law enforcement, they're lock down sirens. My guess is those First Order mooks are at it again. I need to make sure our contact isn't in the area, you need to lock down the ship."

"You're just going to go play hero, don't try to fool me!" She said, putting the wrench down and grabbing her scattergun from a nearby tool bench.

"Janta, stay with the ship. Esperanza is in the next berth over with some Aegis security. Coordinate lock down of these bays with them. If things get too hairy, get out of here. You know I'll get out of this."

"If I didn't know it'd be useless, I'd stand here and argue some more. Just come back in something approaching one piece, alright? And remember, the First Order used some nasty gas attacks at Mustafar!" She replied, then followed him to the hatch. She closed and locked it behind him.

Keric moved to the interior bay door and sidled up to it as he fiddled with his dragonskin jumpsuit. It activated, sealing him into it for the foreseeable future. He pulled his scattergun with his right hand and his heavy blaster with his left as he peeked around the corner. No one was in this corridor, so he slipped out. Tucking the scattergun under his other arm, he closed and locked the hatch to the bay. There were interior doors between the hatches, and he knew the scoundrels he paid far too much money would be guarding it in a few moments. Knowing them, they likely had Esperanza's gatling gun trained on the main interior, ready to blast the feth out of anyone they didn't like trying to break through.

After a few turns, Keric came upon the battle. Alliance Marines were barely holding back the thugs from the First Order. Keric's path let out onto an overhead bridge a story above the fighting. Keric crouched down and watched for a moment, taking a small amount of time to assess the situation.

Janta had been right, he was looking to play hero.

The distance was a bit long for his scattergun, so he took a moment to switch it to his left hand and put his heavy blaster in his right. For the most part, he was ambidextrous, but he still favored his right a bit more. He took aim with the blaster, and caressed the trigger. A heavy bolt came down from above and took a stormtrooper in the head. The next two bolts hit the same spot, pulping the armor and skull beneath it into super heated mist. He was sure someone would notice that, so he scooted back a bit and continued to fire, moving to the next Stormtrooper in the line while keeping an eye out for return fire. With the bridge and the end of the hallway, they'd have a very limited area to return fire, and it'd be from the front lines unless they could fly.

Keric might just be some shlub gunslinger with a voidstone gunbelt, but he knew how to make himself a force multiplier.

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Metrobig Slavagestuff Platform
Objective: Investigate Reports of First Order Ship
Allies: [member="laira vereen"], [member="ralph thule"], [member="bryce bantam"], Galactic Alliance Forces
Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Satia"], [member="Torian Pierce"], First Order Forces

Nicolas had paused in an alcove to report back to the Monitor. First Order forces had arrived. He could both hear the fighting, and feel the edge of the darkside as multiple practitioners entered the system. Nicolas shook his head silently for such misguided people, relying on anger and hate to take them through life, and ignoring almost everything else.

Checking his surroundings once more, Nicolas pushed on towards the hangar where the First Order ship was. He knew there was another SIS team here for the same objective, just using more typical tactics for the group. He was really more attached to them for convenience, and the thrill of being in action again. It wasn't the most Jedi-like way to live, but Nicolas had lost a bit of his way while trying to run a government. Governance wasn't for him.

He kept his signature small, barely perceptible as more than any other life form. A use of the force that the old master Kian Karr had always said was one of the most useful in their line of work. Nicolas couldn't help but agree, though he schooled his mind to the task at hand instead of reminiscing. He made it around a few more corners, every turn putting the blaster fire behind him.

He turned a final corner, and noticed a Squib guarding a hangar door. Risking being found through the force, if any of the Ren Knights were nearby, he let go of his restraint and let his signature blossom in full, and reached out. The squib was jumpy, but acting on the defensive. He was here with others, and a human, though Nicolas couldn't get more without getting more invasive. Keeping his senses out wide, as hiding again would be fairly pointless, and keeping his hands out wide, he approached the Squib.

"Hello friend, I think we are here for the same thing. I am Jedi Master Nicolas Thorne. My intel pointed to a First Order ship being in there..." He nodded towards the hangar behind the Squib, an easy smile on his face even though a blaster turned in his direction. "I was hoping to secure it before the First Order got to it, but it seems I have been beaten. Would you kindly ask your leader if I may come aboard?"

He could feel the darkside pushing closer. Though he and this team seem to have gotten to the ship unscathed, he doubted that would remain the case very much longer. If a more technically able team was in place, he'd be best used as a defender, or securing another objective. With the First Order here, time was of the essence.

 

[Elmont Block]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

Elmont brought the ship into land. He’d managed the journey without encountering any opposition and was pleased for that, given his lack of experience in the fighter — even with the Force to help him. Anyone who said that one ship was much like another had never flown a fighter like this one. But he was becoming more and more comfortable at the helm, although engaging another fighter would be a different story.

He was guided into position by one of the locals, who seemed to be enjoying being buffeted around by the ship’s retros and he wondered how the little chap managed to remain upright.

But his attention was immediately switched to the two Jedi nearby and as soon as he could, he popped open the canopy and leaped down, his robes even more crumpled than usual, given he’d worn them in the cockpit.

He jogged over to the two and listened and Trextan explained the protocol in conversing with the King and Elmont nodded as he entered the airspeeder and acknowledged the woman Jedi that he recognised but didn’t think he’d been introduced to.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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Location: Entering Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Samka's war cry was one that amused Kaalia. The blunt, monotone voice would have caused her to chuckle if the situation was more appropriate for such a thing, but instead she simply answered it as she walked past the Master of Ren. "For the Sith." Her tone was overly serious, the small tinge of sarcasm bounced straight back towards leader of the mission. "And yes, I'd say an eye for an eye is only fair."

All around the landing place stormtroopers were setting up shop, creating a defensive position. Staying here wasn't the objective for the group of Darksiders, however. They were tasked to launch an offensive on a holdout of the Yuuzhan Vong. Where a good number of Force sensitives found the creatures to be disgusting due to their absence in the Force, the redhead simply saw them as too dangerous. They had to be taken out to defend their own safety, and so she would. Once more Kaalia would speak to Samka. "They picked the wrong enemy."

The imposing sight of Darth Carnifex then moved out towards the city, and she would follow suit. When the Sith Lord started turning his stride into a sprint and simply broke through a wall where a group of Yuuzhan Vong could be found. Before Kaalia was able to strike any of them down however they all fell to the infamous Sith. There was no time to be in awe however, despite her instincts telling her to simply stop and stare. The power that emanated from him was almost nauseating, a sensation she had never felt before. A quick shaking of her head forced it away, ready to get back to the task at hand.

The Knight of Ren kept on moving past the fresh bodies, ready to start doing work herself. Beyond the two Squib structures another group could be found and Mirari, one of her sabers, quickly made its way towards her left hand. It sprung to life as she leaped to surprise them, one falling immediately as the blue blade stuck through them, sticking out from his chest. A quick reactivation of her blade later she had used the element of surprise to reposition and tapped into her inner fire, calling upon it to manifest itself in her right hand. Fire shaping, a technique native to her birth planet, Kro Var. She sent it forward, letting the scorching wave wash over the rest of the group. A number managed to get out of harm's way but those who didn't were quickly engulfed, and the heat of the flames proved to be too much for them.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Skor II Upper Atmosphere, Approaching Salvagestuff Platform from Below/Far Side of the Planet
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Kaia Vullen"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Satia"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objectives: Reinforce Alliance Elements on Skor II, Secure Salvagestuff Platform
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

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Salvagestuff Platform, Skorr II Orbit
Approaching Main Combat Zone
Outer Rim

Twilight Company had landed a little ways from the main platform section, nearby one of the auxiliary landing pad, and as Lieutenant Stazi and his men made their way carefully through a too eerie calm, he began to hope that they had made it there ahead of any First Order units.

He was just about to give the order to spread out and set up defensive emplacements where they could when the world around him and the rest of the Sixty-First exploded in a hail of blaster fire. They had finally made it within visual range of one of the platform hubs when a cadre of stormtroopers that had up until been now dealing with the indigenous population and whatever Planetary Defense Forces were still standing by this point, and it had not taken the crack Imperial commandos long to identify Sol's platoon as a threat and attempt to keep them pinned down with suppressing fire. Lieutenant Stazi wasn't about to let that happen, Captain Sunfell was counting on him to see her men through today.

"Return fire!" Sol barked through his platoon's internal comms, but it was hardly necessary, as BTI-CC13s and HBC-01s opened up all around him, returning the exchange, "Advance and defend! For the Alliance! For Skor II!"

The stormtroopers had taken them unawares, but with the mounds of garbage and refuse piled like miniature skyscrapers all throughout the platform, both sides found themselves in a naturally defensible defilade. But Sol's order to move up into optimum weapons range was costing his platoon, as he watched another of his soldiers drop right in front of him, the bolt from an F-11D catching the man squarely in the faceplate of his visor and sending him into an almost comical corkscrew as he body collapsed like a sack of ration bars. This level of attrition was unacceptable, but if they could just get a little closer and set up into more defensible cover....Sol slid into one such spot, a massive broken off piece of durasteel frame for some sort of sky or cloudscraper.

And then, stowing his carbine, he hauled out his best friend in the whole galaxy.

There was no practical reason for the Lieutenant to be wielding a rotary cannon. In fact, as a field officer it actually served to impede his duties, duties that often requires him to be mobile and situationally aware, so in most combat scenarios the cannon would have been in the hands of one of his Sergeants or a Corporal with special weapon training, but this wasn't most combat scenarios. This was Twilight's first official clash with the First Order, and Sol Stazi would be cursed to the Darkside before he let anyone else have that glory today. The high velocity heavy blaster drove stormtroopers back into cover wherever its line of fire arced, just another faceless legion for Sol, but had he more knowledge of the First Order's military hierarchy he may have recognized the insignias they wore as belonging to the Gundark Gunners.

"Grenades!"

One of his men spotted them before he did, enthralled as he was with the power of the rotary cannon at his command. Goosing the firing trigger so the drag of the cannon wouldn't slow his adjustment in aim, Sol lit up the silent void of space once again with another hail of blaster fire, but this time in the direction of the deadly objects hurtling towards the Lieutenant and his platoon. With puffs of vapor, several of the devices detonated harmlessly in space, and Sol's surge of adrenaline at a perceived victory spiked with an added measure of terror as he realized they weren't thermal detonators or fragmentary devices at all.

"Gas! Gas! Gas!" he cried, but it was already too late.

Two of the devices landed, one of them near Twilight and another near a squad of the remaining platoon of PDF soldiers. Sol braced for the worst, but the heavy troopers of the Sixty-First emerged from the toxic fumes unscathed, the vacuum sealed Alliance warplate saving them from what the Lieutenant imagined was a gruesome fate. Or, would have imagined, if the Planetary Defense Forces had been so lucky. Not wearing state of the art suits like the mobile infantry company and, this close to the atmosphere of Skor not needing their equipment to pass all safety tolerances, several of the native defenders of the Alliance world writhed in their spacesuits, convulsing horrifically even to the extent that several jerked free of their maglocks and began drifting away lazily into space. The Lieutenant's helmet cam captured it all.

Enraged, not just at the loss of life but that the enemy had won the first gambit, Sol redirected the fire of his Z-24 towards the Gundark positions, "Push them back!"

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace beyond sensor range, near Skorr II
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: First Order Folks

The red-headed teen from the small canyon and mining town back home wasn't used to taking orders. But she reckoned she'd better start. The idea of a 'dressing down' in front of everyone was mortifying for the girl. She was used to being the older sister and giving orders. Not the other way around.

Still, she knew better.

Hazels locked onto the Fondorian's encouraging gaze. She gave a quick nod. Back sat a little straighter during the debriefing and she was the first to her feet when they were dismissed. Rolled-up flight-suit pant-legs-self scurried with the others toward the hangars.

There was a lump sticking out of one of her pockets - a stolen elder-berry muffin from the mess hall this morning. The teen hadn't had time catching breakfast, choosing to take more advantage of the sims, instead. She was usually up the latest and out the earliest, spending the rest of her time working on the ships. The five-foot-three inches redhead knew she'd need to double time it to keep up. At least, that's what she told herself. Being busy made it easier to forget the other things.

Looking down at the flight suit, she checked her gear one more time. The hangar was a bustle of activity as the others began clambering inside their individual birds. Helmet that was a bit too big plopped over her head. The teen checked the comms with the others and asked the most important question.

"Who's picking the tunes this 'round?"

Her assigned BB-8 unit chirped in the background. "You hush. I do not talk funny. You're the one hollering in beeps."

There was a razzle-toot and Naomi found herself sticking her tongue out at the droid.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Beelining for the shattered hull of the FIV Kingfisher​

Shuttle E-1B, Upsilon-class Command Shuttle​

Crew: [member="Nils Brenner"]​

Complement: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

@First Order & Allies​

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Enemies:​

[member="Canal"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Raph Thule"]​

[ Theme ]​

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As the shuttle shot towards the platform, Nils' eyes scanned across its surface. At the one end were open space docks, a menagerie of salvage cutters and mechanical equipment hanging from the magnetically secured arms on a variety of shattered hulls. The other end appeared to have hangars, shielded much like those of the Star Destroyers the E-1B had deployed from, between a pressurized space station. Though locked in orbit above Metrobig City, it was in space - enviromental suits would be a must if anyone were to be anywhere but inside or in a hangar. It was a good thing too that they'd confirmed their intel ahead of time. A bark on the radio caught Nils' attention as he guided the craft towards the platform.​

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:: Unidentified Flyer, You are commanded to heel, keep your distance - the platform is on lockdown! ::​

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A raised eyebrow was all the consideration the Imperial pilot gave the voice. *Was that a bark? What kind of - * In a brief moment of surprise, Nils' eyes were diverted towards the viewscreen in the bottom left hand corner of his HUD - the figure greeting him nearly causing him to choke. *Is that.. a dog?!* Stifling a laugh, the veteran pilot clamped down hard with his jaw, piercing gaze doing a once over of his readouts. He knew what was about to happen, and he'd have to pull something crazy out of his hat if he hoped to survive, if any of them hoped to survive. Once more the voice cut in over the comms, accompanied by the same canine's image in his HUD.

:: Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform Command - we are on lock down. If you continue on your present course, you will be fired upon. ::​

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Any semblance of cordiality in the creature's voice was gone, replaced by a near growl. This is when things were gonna get interesting. Shouting over the roar of the shuttle's engines as he pressed the engine control into overburn, Nils kept his eyes focused forward.

"Hold on to something - it's about to get --- "​

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The pilot's voice cut off abruptly, a barrage of defense turret fire buffeting the shuttle's shields. Even at this range they rocked the ship. Almost by instinct, Nils brought the shuttle into a turning dive. Instantly the deck of the ship took a steep angle, the straps tightening against his chest and shoulders as the inertia pressed him into his seat. Originally he'd hoped to get aboard the platform with little to no trouble - but that was now out of the question. Another barrage of laser fire cut across his flight path, the crimson bolts flashing past as he rapidly cut back to his right. The number of turrets focusing on the shuttle was increasing as it flew parallel to the length of it - Nils needed to make an adjustment of strategy, and fast.

In a split second decision, Nils made the decision. They would have to take a more direct approach. With a deep breath, Nils set his jaw and put his skill to work, ducking and dodging around the defense turrets as they began opening fire, a bolt here or there peppering the shuttle's shields. It had been a time or two since he'd piloted shuttles, his typical assignment to the much lighter and faster TIE Defenders or TIE Interceptors - evidenced by several heavy hits taken across the broad hull of the Upsilon-class. Settling into a sporadic rhythm of dips, ducks, and dives, Nils cut the distance between the shuttle and the platform dramatically. An alert appeared on his HUD - They were approaching the open space dock where the FIV Kingfisher, or what was left of it, was interred. Even from here the pilot could see the wrecked condition of the ship, whole portions of the small corvette vented. He noted there were two boarding tunnels attached - no doubt to provide access to the vessel for salvaging.

As he brought the shuttle in closer, the defense batteries began to cease fire - too close to the salvage to risk damaging or wasting it, Nils assumed. As the vessel swooped in low, close to the hull of the Kingfisher, he spoke up once more as his hands manipulated the controls, settling the ship in neatly beside the Bersey-class Corvette.

"We're gonna have to go to plan Besh - there are a few plasma cutters in the back, you're going to want to don the enviro-suits as well. We'll have to breach her, I'd suggest one of the locations here, either main engineering or possibly the bridge. I'm not getting any readings from the interior, could be life support - could be vented. I'll be joining you shortly - I know where the Data Cores are."​

 

[Progflaw99]

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Drop Pod 76B | Skor II​

Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Jacques"]​

Enemies: (King of Skor II | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"])​

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The resounding crash was the thing that stood out in the Knight's mind as he struggled to take a breath. A fire burned in his lungs, his eyes blinking as he warily tested his arms and legs. Well, he'd survived - but it felt like someone had tossed him into a blender and spat him out. As he tried to get his bearings, Castor noted the small readout on the screen in front of him. The readout displayed his position as a mere one hundred and nine meters from his intended target. As Castor fumbled with the straps securing him into his seat, his stomach heaved, his body shaking as he forced back down the bile. *Remind me never to do that again.* he thought wryly.

Freed, he moved quickly to his feet, world spinning as he grasped one of the metal handles. It took little more than a multi-key input on the small pad before the pod began to deploy, walls splitting apart and descending to the ground. Looking up, the sight that greeted the Knight of Ren was surprising. Light filtered through the elongated tunnel which had been cut through the very center of what appeared to be a multi-story complex. A trail of debris hung from the edges of each floor, at the bottom of which sat the now deployed drop pod and the errant Knight.

Quickly gathering his things, Castor stumbled from the wreckage of the pod - the heat still radiating from its surface, generated during its rapid entry into the atmosphere. With little more than a grunt, the Knight knocked his fist against his helmet once, twice, before clambering free completely. Gathering his bearings around him, the Knight began his short trek towards the fountain, his HUD indicated it was a mere few blocks away. With a short breath, he moved fowards with a renewed energy.

Their mission was to speak to the King of Skor II, no doubt the Galactic Alliance had already erected some sort of defense about him - but unlike the military forces of the First Order, Sieger had different ideas. Castor and the others were to either convince the King to join them willingly, or make it less enjoyable to resist the First Order's show of force - an attempt to bring order and restore peace to the world torn apart. The assault wasn't on the Squib themselves, but rather focused on the pockets of Vong and Graug resistance about the city. As he approached the fountain, his eyes caught sight of the two others - he'd been aware of their ever approaching presence but as Castor laid eyes on them he simply waved a hand - then communicating with them telepathically again - his footsteps setting off again.

<< And off we go - Fill me on on the way, use standard secure channel 78-Besh, encryption module Zerek. We seek the King. >>​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Salvagestuff Platform above Skor​

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

Enemies: [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Kaia Vullen"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]​

Equipment: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor​

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https://youtu.be/-ixHeSH0v58​

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Kyrel was lost in the heat of battle, the anger, hate and fury was palpable through the force, and was merely used to fuel his power. He kept blocking blasterbolts with his crimson blade, and whenever he reached an Alliance marine he would cut them down within an instant. His rage made him into a tank where if the soldiers weren't cut down by his lightsaber, they would be dealt with having their necks strangled through the force. He looked around and made sure the Gundark Gunners were protected as next to the squad commander Rexus he would be leading them. He even used the force to bring several plates of garbage crashing down on several Alliance squads hearing they're screams before they died.

Kyrel had noticed that smoke grenades were deployed to provide the enemy cover. Kyrel mentally laughed as he thought. 'The insects not even smoke will save you.' He kept the onslaught on attempting to drive Alliance forces even deeper, than what came through the mist was a sonic rifle spray, Kyrel heard the loud scream, and as the sonic hit him, his sonic dampeners activated as standard First Order Technology, and blocked past the attack. The gunners than released the VX grenades, a deadly nerve agent that has come in handy within the recent battles such as Mustafar. As the gas was released.

He than saw the gunners charge into the fray, and than sigh. He than spoke through his com link. "Rexus halt you're advance, let's not try to cause anymore casualties on our end than we need to, provide covering fire and let me handle this we can use the platform to our advantage to drive them even deeper." He said coldly, as he deactivated his lightsaber, and looked ahead to the towering skyscrapers of garbage that surrounded the alliance. deciding to use his surroundings to his advantage by concentrating on the force, and knowing that he was far away by 10 ft to not be affected by the voidstone he began extending both his hands out, due to how heavy it was it took considerable amount of effort and concentration, and focused on having several tons of metal and junk crashing upon them, attempting to drive them deeper into the depths of the platform and to kill as many of them as possible, while than providing a foothold for the unit to move in after them.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: en route, Subversion stealth carrier/recon ship. About to revert on edge of system.
ALLIES: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
ENEMIES: TBD
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone


“I'm surrounded by redheads,” Asmus muttered as another familiar shock of red head bobbed across the hangar deck to finish readying his fighter.

“Two seconds!” Petty Officer Lucy Cheville called as she detached the fuelling cable with a hiss. Asmus gave her a smile and a nod and pulled down his helmet and clambered up the ladder. Once again there was no copilot in the fighter. It had only been installed because this was a two seater trainer originally, one of two prototypes produced before the Gulag Plague. They had been lovingly restored by him and his uncle [member="Kairon Rees"].

Every time he settled into the seat it took him back to have Malia in the chair behind, teaching him the ropes of flying the vessel. He hadn't seen her in a long time now, he reflected.

At Naomi’s question he checked the mission plan and ran some numbers through his head. The young pilot was actually a talented number juggler. He could do the basics of hyperspace calculations from theory with a scrap of paper. He kept many numbers rolling around in his mind during a battle: vectors, know acceleration limits, weapon ranges.

“We've got time for one song on the way in. Therefore my choice!” He proclaimed.

“Ten seconds Wraith Squadron!” Came Max’s call. “Ghosts will be on your tail.” Asmus gave his instruments one final check “The deck is clear.”

Asmus heard the thrust shield raising behind his fighter. He was at the head of the formation. The column of fighters on the deck was two wide, ten deep. As he felt the reversion to realspace he gently eased forwards his throttle. Engine thrust scorched the deflecting shield behind him. With a grown the front bay doors slid open to reveal the distant star. The world of Skor II just a pinprick from here.

“Go!” He called. His fighter was released from the deck clamps and hopped up half a metre from a repulsor push and then shot forwards. Tractors mounted above the doors gave him an extra boost and he shot forwards with Naomi on his wing.

“Like so said, my choice.” Click.

https://youtu.be/8lkPfgzR6Hw

 

[Choli Vyn]

C

Location: Metrobig West, epicentre of destruction cause by Yuuzhan Vong
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"] 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.


Beequee tittered as the Squib joyfully rubbed Choli’s palms against his furry cheeks.Eyes wide, she fixated an amused expression to Trextan, followed by a,”ah yes, Tinker girl.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” She had no idea that the Squibs did this to be able to tell more about another person. That this could even be used to tell a forgery apart. The bad thing was that they would rub just about anything without thought or consequence on if it might be dangerous.

The exchange that followed between Trextan and Beequee prompted more than a few smirks and half chuckles; even the robes he slipped on allowed for a brief snicker. “No lace, just gold trim. Even better.”

It was a brief exchange they could afford before the seriousness of the matter had to be seen to.

Whatever form of irritation on the Squib guards face faded away as [member="Elmont Block"] joined them. His big orange and yellow eyes flared up and he cried out, “Double Jedi guard now here! Beequee take you all now.” In a clatter of his makeshift starfighter armor and jingle of hydrospannrs, the tiny Beequee darted to the wheel.

“He reminds me of a Jawa,” choli barely managed to murmur to Trextan before she spotted Elmont. He had dark hair, bright eyes, and seemed to have an overall introverted demeanor

Trextan was quick to introduce."Choli this is Elmont, Elmont Choli"

Beequee decided he too wanted to met the new Jedi. Stretching across the seat he attempted to take Elmont’s hands to press them on his cheeks.

Meanwhile, the advance by the First Order remnants were not missed. Several other Squib communities spied upon the men in white, watching them from a distance or from their hidey holes. Those from the Oohabah underground community would peep out their heads from under carefully hidden peep posts on the ground.

They spied on [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Brennan Cabrol"] and [member="Jacques"], large eyes and ears zooming in. They chittered, while head scout Veepee wiggles his whiskers and clicked his teeth.

“Tell Mama Fatee the Bucket heads are here. We will go and follow, koovy!?”

“You bet!” Teeva tittered in response, the slender Squib falling back into the underground burrow. Mama Fatee’s brood were a community of underground burrows, tunnels they reinforced and dug out to hide their scavenged treaures.

“We chase. Tell Big king.”

For those large Squib eyes around the city were always watching.

Over by the GADF and Omega Pyre secure line, [member="Saul Perth"] would receive the following communique.

[ ANS Dauntless, you are cleared to land and the following coordinates. Report to Prex [member="Aeron Kreelan"] for further instructions. ]

The coordinates would be transferred to the Lieutenant shortly. There, he would meet with the woman overseeing GADF and Omega Pyre control.

Spoiler: Gear

• Warden Cloak
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• QQ-15L-3 ExCon Suit
• Browncoat SSH Light Paddle

Tools

• Holodriver
• Servospanner
• Oubliette Satchel
• TerentAttack Cuffs
• Hypoinjector Wristband
• Antidote Synthesizer
• 2X Serum Aurek
• 2x TS-N Healing Serum

Weapons

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

Droid

• R4-P6 - Pebbledrone

 

[Relit Vandal]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Vaet"]
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Saving the innocent

No word back on the communications. Maybe the device was faulty. Maybe the blastport was blocking reception. Or maybe everyone was simply busy with the ache that comes with inevitable war. And before him, he found his own form of hurt, as the young squib opened its eyes. Relit pulled the blade to his hand and sawed away the rest of the bindings. One hand still over the child, the force emanating from his palm, he quickly realized that he had no more time for healing.

"Do you have a name, little one?" He whispered, the fire still flickering dancing silhouettes of their two forms. The squib nodded, it's grey fur moving as it shifted to prop itself up. But no words escaped it. "Well...I'm Relit." He moved his hand over his chest, expecting a name in return. Nothing came. Instead, the squib placed its hand over its mouth, shaking its head. "You can't speak?" The squib nodded.

Relit nodded in return, guessing that luck wasn't one of this creatures best attributes. His thought only strengthened as he looked down towards its legs, skinny and awkwardly twisted. He looked back to the little creature and understood. It couldn't walk and based off his cursory medical examination, it wasn't something that could be healed with his powers. But based on the nature of the blastport, he couldn't be caught carrying this little creature in his arms, removed from the ability to defend it.

It was quickly decided, despite how much he would inwardly mourn. Taking off the satchel, he emptied what contents he could live without and stowed what remained in the outer pockets. Opening the pouch, he looked towards the squib and gestured to the pack. "Will you come with me, I can't leave you here alone."

The squib paused before reaching forward, grabbing his free hand. Pulling Relits hand to its cheek, it nuzzled for a moment before releasing his hand with a smile. Opening its hands for a hug, Relit smiled as he picked the creature up and placed it in the pouch. He picked up bits of nutrient bars and snacks and offered them to the squib before tightening the opening and lifting the satchel onto his back. It must weigh less than 10 lbs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he ducked into the shadows and thumbed another arrow to his bow. He only had 2 left now, each worth as much as the last. And just then, he felt a vibration against his back. The squib was shaking.

"Fear not, little one. We will walk out of here together." The whisper came from tightening lips as both receded further into the dark of the blasport. In the distance, more Vong.