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

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Swinging Around From Skor II Low Orbit onto Alliance flank
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Emelie Sterren"]
Gear:

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Lightsaber
GA-HBS-01 Heavy Blaster Pistol

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Bridge, Belsar-class Command Carrier ANS Hereafter
Skor II Orbit, Task Force Moridena Flank
Outer Rim

"Message from the surface, Commodore!" a junior comms tech called out, breaking the tense working murmur of the bridge in anticipation of battle, "Point of origin reading as the primary GADF compound in Metrobig City, they're requesting medivac."

Glancing at Zark, Bashir wondered how his commanding officer would respond. Their trajectory placed them on a course that just skirted the edge of what would be manageable for a U-Wing to make it there in the time necessary, and only a simple course change...but already Commodore Pulsar was moving, leaning in close over the shoulder of one of the helm officer. As the Lieutenant Commander approached them, their conversation became audible.

"...adjust heading zero by mark fifteen on the axial plane," Zark was finishing up, "That should minimize the impact of the detour and give our boys on the ground a fighting chance, eh?"

As the senior officer turned his way, Bashir could have sworn he detected his expression grow colder, almost stone faced, just for a moment, and then the jovial attitude despite the dire nature of the circumstances was back as if it had never happened in the first place. The Mon Cal said nothing, what could he say? All he had was baseless conjecture, wild speculation, and suspicion that something...something was deeply wrong on the bridge of the Hereafter.

Turning to follow his CO as he strutted back up to the bridge's primary holotable, at the present moment displaying a large transparent map of Skor II's orbit and both allied and enemy positions. As the carrier rounded more and more of Skor's horizon, more of the map increased in resolution as the sensors were able to take more penetrating scans and several ships hopped slightly from space to space as projected estimates caught up to the new reality the frenzy of combat had produced, a few smaller dots on both sides even winking out entirely.

It was times like these that Commander Bashir expected all the stereotypical behaviors one would come to expect from a flag officer. He pictured Zark sitting before the holodisplay with his hands steepled in front of his face as he brooded over the mass of data before him. Instead the Commodore stood at ease, his hands clasped lazily behind his back, as his face screwed up into something that would resemble a scowl or grimace if there had been any malice behind it. This was Zark's thinking face, as the Mon Cal had come to realize after enough time working with humans in general and this one in particular. Occasionally he asked a question of a junior officer, often apparently apropos of nothing and drawing stares from the bridge crew sitting nearby. There were times when it took Bashir hours after a battle to work out the hidden purpose of such questions, and the very relevant, very valuable intel they provided his superior in the moment.

Commodore Pulsar was not any kind of strategic wunderkind, but it was hard to dispute that the man had an acute mind for not only tactics but collating large amounts of data at once by rote.

"Order the task force onto Admiral Tievv's flank," he ordered at last, springing into action with a suddenness that was almost startling, "Scythes in the van, then bring up the carriers with their light escorts, but keep the Dreadnoughts back with us for now. And I suppose by now this goes without saying but...all squadrons are go for launch."

The Belsar was by no means designed for front line fighting. Bashir had heard rumors that the Commodore had trashed his quarters upon first behind assigned the command. Used to the knifework that came with lighter escort carriers, the notion of hanging back while his men did all the fighting obviously had not sat well with the Jedi Knight in him. But over the past months Zark had come to appreciate the Belsar for its strengths, and ever so slowly had begun to grow softer on its weaknesses.

"Lieutenant Commander?" somehow Commodore Pulsar had managed to startle him, "Would you care to do the honors?"

It was an obvious attempt at further mollification, and for all his misgivings the Mon Cal did appreciate the gesture, "Aye, sir. Spooling network up in three...two...now."

And they were live. Before them the holodisplay changed quickly and dramatically as their enhanced sensor array tied into every Alliance starfighter in the system. Throughout the space around Skorr, the screens of GA pilots' starfighters lit up with a glut of new data, giving each of them a much larger frame of reference for their position within the massive battle all around them. The tracking systems on their weapons systems too would be slightly more responsive and better able to find their marks. These were these advantages that so outweighed all the negatives, for before the two officers was suddenly the most detailed and accurate map of every detectable fighter in the system in the entire Alliance armada.

Glancing over at the human standing next to him, Bashir forced himself not to double take as he read the expression on Commodore Pulsar's face. As he so often did at this point in a battle, Zark was smiling with satisfaction at the avalanche of data washing over him. But this time, behind the smile...this time, for the first time, there was not anticipation but fury in the man's eyes.


Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

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8,110 meters

Belsar-class Command Carrier:
ANS Hereafter
12 Squadrons

Scythe-class Mark III Heavy Cruisers:
ANS Golden Spear, ANS Thus to Tyrants

Dreadnought-class Mark III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Resistance, ANS Justicar, ANS Defiant

Valor-class Carriers:
ANS Krayt Dragon, ANS New Hope
14 Squadrons

CR90 Corvettes:
ANS Firebird, ANS Tiger Claw, ANS Remember Eriadu

Summary of Actions

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After altering its heading to conduct medivac operations, Task Force Sullust resumes course around the planet and onto the flank of Task Force Moridena under the command of Admiral Tevv. Harrying fire on elements under the command of [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] and [member="Thalera Isianthar"] as capital ships move into position. 24 squadrons launched and moving to engage (12 X-Wing Squadrons, 6 A-Wing Squadrons, 6 Y-Wing Squadrons). Belsar and Dreadnoughts hang back while the rest of the task force moves into positions on the Alliance line.

 

[LT-137]

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Location: En-route to the Orbital Salvage Platform.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], Etc.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Canal"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Sol Stazi"], Etc.
Personal Loadout: See Signature and Squad Loadout Below.
Squad Loadout: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour, Z6 Riot Control Baton, SE-44c Blaster Pistol, Charric/Maser Rifle, FWMB-10 Repeating Blaster, Concussion Grenade(s), Thermal Detonator, G-20 Glop Grenade, Combat Vibroknife, Jetpack(s).

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"You carry the Supreme Leader's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows."​

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- Verses of Sigismund, Book CIV, Verse I (Modified for Star Wars.)​

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As report upon report began to filter in through the encrypted channels of the Imperial BattleNet, the Veteran Sergeant knew that they had little time to waste. The Alliance was making a valiant attempt at denying the First Order Navy their atmospheric beachhead. They were forcing his brother Imperials between a rock and a hard place - leaving little room to maneuver, lest they be caught in a web of their foes devising. Then, there were those that had engaged hostile forces within the Orbital platform itself. This was where Torian had found himself greatly disappointed in his fellow Stormtroopers - something that would fester within his breast until he had the chance to meet these errant soldiers face to face. Deploying such deadly chemical weapons aboard the enclosed station when there was a possibility of civilian fatalities? If the First Order’s detractors didn’t think they were evil - should such an act become known to the Galaxy - they would certainly believe it now. To think, a single company of ill-disciplined soldiers would bring down the credibility of an Empire - perhaps tarnishing it for days to come. No matter. Let those amongst the stars believe us to be tyrants. Let them believe whatever they wish. It won’t change the fact that the First Order hasn’t struck the first blow against a Galactic Leviathan and won. It won’t alter the fact, which they are forcing the Alliance to beg and plead for aid from Empires across the stars. They’re unable to stand alone, and thus will submit to the power of those that defy their cowardice.

Kaeshana was only the beginning; the catalyst that sparked the fire that engulfed the western reaches of Alliance space. To think, those that were martyred by the guns of the Alliance, unjustly slain for the sin of extending their hand in peace, would culminate into two of the largest kingdoms amongst the stars waging a bloody war against one another. The thought had stirred an earlier notion, one that he had given voice before their pilot had taken them on a merry journey towards the orbital station. There were no innocents amongst the stars. The First Order had yet to commit something as heinous as a war crime as they waged their war with the disorder festering in the heart of the galaxy, though there were some that would decry their use of chemical weapons as abhorrently villainous. The Galactic Alliance was no different in garnering stains upon their supposed honour, despite their means being similar, and philosophically differing little from their victorious foes. With his attention being displaced, allowing the Veteran Sergeant to escape the realm of politics and doctrine, Torian found his eyes bathed in the false-fire of his visor’s tactical illumination. Streams of data scrolled across the outskirts of his field of view, translating the transmitted data from the shuttle's sensors into his armour - allowing him to see the events unfolding on the exterior of the transport - before the assault ramp descended.

As the yawning maw began to open, consigning pressurized gasses to the infinite nothingness of the void, the Stormtrooper’s gaze fixated upon his point of entry. He would lead his Squad towards the bridge and force his way inside. Their goal, once they were ensconced within that pitiful excuse for a bridge, would be to secure the chamber and shift into asset denial. There wouldn’t be anything of value within the databanks of the vessel itself, perhaps the shifting tides of tibanna pockets in the skies above Bespin - but nothing akin military secrets, useable transponder codes, or anything of the like. A ship like this was registered and tracked - it was partially how the agents of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau were able to divine its location. It would’ve been found sooner, had their attention not been diverted to various breaches of security and the destabilization of the myriad reach worlds near Alliance space. Blinking aside the screed of data that materialized unbiddenly, the Veteran Sergeant swung his free hand towards the gaping maw of the transport and wordlessly ushered his squad forward. They knew their duties, and it would be pointless to waste precious time on repetition, let alone some foolhardy and rousing speech.

Without looking back, knowing that they would follow his lead eventually, Torian thundered down the assault ramp and exploded outwards from the transport. For several fleeting seconds, before firing the thrusters on his jetpack, the Stormtrooper weightlessly plummeted towards the surface of the dagger shaped Corvette. Once the burners ignited, arresting the speed of his descent, the man ran across the ruined metallic surface until his magnetic soles had found purchase - bringing his movements to a slow and abrupt halt. His ears rang with the near-silent chorus of many boots impacting the weather corvette’s hull and knew that his Squad - Hell, even the Agents of the Supreme Leader - had joined him. Before he could open his mouth to issue the order to breach, his second in command had rushed forwards with a rifle in hand - dictating their avenues of ingress and that the plasma torches they had grabbed before their descent would have to be put to use. The urge to smack the woman upside the head was strong. She knew better than to order his squad around, especially with the High Marshal nearby. Clearly, she was gunning for a promotion. Growling the order to belay her commands across their encrypted network, Torian pointed towards the nearby bridge and directed his Troopers to form up near the partially wrecked, but engaged blast shutters.

“You don’t mean too-” Her words were stopped short as the Squad’s Sergeant gunned the ignition trigger on his weapon, sending the howling phrik tracks into a blinding, almost mesmerizing spin. It shrieked in the muted silence of the void and raged in protest as the monomolecular teeth were slammed into the outer casing of the bridge. It began to chew and mulch the drop-forged steel as a lightsaber would, though admittedly not as fast as such plasmatic weapons would allow, but the curved fangs were biting deep, dragging the heavy encased head down further into the Starship’s hull with every passing moment.

Soon, they would be through.​

Soon, they would reclaim what was theirs.​

 

[Hansen]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqIskKYih0k​

((Inferno Squadron Theme))​

Emelie Sterren
Skor II, Open Space, FIV Malice Hanger
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] (Indirect), [member="Cathul Thuku"] (Indirect), [member="Rach Vizla"], Zark (Indirect), [member="Bryce Bantam"] (Indirect), [member="Sieb Tevv"] (Indirect), [member="Sko'saht"] (Indirect).

Spoiler: Equipment

• First Order Pilot Armour
• SE-44C Blaster Pistol (Matte Black, left thigh holster).
• F-11D Blaster Rifle (Matte Black, right thigh holster).
• T-7 Ion Disruptor Rifle (Stored behind seat in Cockpit, carried by sling).
• Vibro-knife (Boot Concealed).
• Parachute (Attached to Cockpit Ejection Seat).

"This is Firehawk-Alpha to all Firehawk Callsigns; We're clear for launch Inferno Squadron. Form up into standard arrowhead formation outside the ventral hanger." The distinctive timbre masculine voice of the squadron commander is characterised by its depth when filling the confines of Emelie's helmet and her gaze's attention is gripped by the Navy Crewman on the hanger floor hurrying into position clutching a pair of LED-light sticks in both hands. He makes some sharp motions; Waving them into the air the signal for launch comes. "Here we go." Emelie's sigh betrays her reluctance to wingman though he relents bringing it up though he'd made a mental note of it. The ceiling-clamps release her TIE Fighter's solar panels and Emelie's hand thrusts the throttle forward before guiding the red-striped TIE from the hanger. It pierces straight through the hanger's deflector shield with subtle ripple followed by the other craft of Inferno Squadron; Forming into an arrowhead shape with Emelie at the tip, Squadron commander on the right-flank they wheels around the Malice's Port side and the tiniest contacts appear on the targeting computer. Squinting towards the Malice's engine shroud she sees the faint glare of light; The Buzz Droids were attempting to burrow into the ship.

Mustering a wry smirk while surrounded by the clutch of vacuum; Protected only by the TIE Fighter's Hull. "Pilot with the lowest buzz-count gets no ale tonight!" Emelie allows a giggle to escape her lips, thumbs depressing the TIE Fighter's triggers beads of sweat trickle down her forehead. Emerald flashes reflect off of her glossy black countenance, a crimson stripe reaching down over the void coloured pallor over the helmet's 'cheeks'. The lasers slam into the spark with a golden fizzle; Emelie's TIE Fighter whistles straight over the Engine Shroud and the Special Forces Pilot slams left pedal against the floor beneath tread-covered magboot. The Tie Fighter pivots to the left and makes a sharp bank, swerving around to make another attack run; Joined by the other members of her Squadron. "All Firehawk Callsigns this is Firehawk-Alpha, Break, Break, Break, We've got a LOT of contacts incoming; Several Fighter and Bomber Squadrons!" Emelie's eyes widen and she pulls away from the attack run and hugs the port trench of the Malice for Cover from the oncoming fighters, whirring up towards the bow beside a wingman from her squadron.

 

[Eugen Aker]

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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, Annihilate FO Rear Destroyer Group
Allies: Galactic Alliance and friends
Opposition: Vong, [SIZE=11pt]Graug[/SIZE], First Order (Still coming for Carlyle as I deal with my new friends in the back)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAji41rZH4w​

[SIZE=11pt]Just like [/SIZE]clock work[SIZE=11pt], First Order reinforcements began to drop into the system as she had predicted. However, she was surprised by the timing of their response, appearing only just after she had [/SIZE]began harassing the FO main body before her. In their shoes, she would have waited until Alliance reinforcements had committed to an attack against the first wave of First Order ships and left themselves vulnerable. She took it as a sign that the FO felt like they were in trouble, and from the looks of things, they were.

Subutai quickly identified the new contacts as being star destroyers of multiple makes, the bulk of them being Imperials, with a couple of [SIZE=11pt]Victory[/SIZE] thrown into the mix. Including that interdictor cruiser now engaging her formation, she figured there was about 250,000 crewman, marines and passengers between those ships. That would be a good number of deaths to send the First Order a graphic message about the consequences of state-sponsored-terrorism and harboring mass murderers. It was too much for even the normally isolationist Silver Jedi to ignore at this point, which is why they joined the fight against the brutal fascist regime to protect the sovereignty of Skor.

In the time it took for the group of destroyers to line up targets for attack, Arisa ordered Subutai to break off its missile strikes against the forward FO formation to focus on deploying countermeasure. However the FO battlecruiser (Malice) would continue to be pelted with boarding shells, and its corvettes and frigates hit with plasma torpedoes even as they took evasive measures.

Hundreds of anti-beam canisters would be launched at the rear of Arisa’s formation in staggered releases to create several layers of clouds. Some canisters would also be launched forward in the direction of the lone interdictor now targeting her formation. As the beam fire of the FO destroyers collided with these clouds, they would be absorbed the anti-laser aerosols, which would energize the [SIZE=11pt]sleg[/SIZE] particles within the clouds to transform them into large energy screens.

These interlocking, multi-layered energy screens would eat up the brunt of the destroyers’ and interdictor [SIZE=11pt]attacks,[/SIZE] so that her target ships were only hit with greatly weakened bolts that were successfully blocked by their shielding. Her flagship, in particular, would only be empowered as its molecular shielding absorbed the energy of the bolts. The incoming destroyer group had been given almost a free shot at her rear to deal some serious damage right after reversion, but they had blew it. Now their blunder was going to cost them dearly.

“Captain Sko, maintain course and prepare to deploy fighters, but focus on striking that interdictor. Energy receptors picked up a burst of heavy traffic between that ship and these new groups of destroyers. They could be coordinating, and this could be a chance to take out Governor Isianthar if she is aboard.”

She had found herself being hailed by GADF unit (Asmus) for direction. She plugged them directly into her system via datalink so they could be on the same page.

“Black One, I’m planning to flank these destroyers at my back with some of my squadrons while I press forward against the main FO body. If you could spare anything to help with the flank, then it would be greatly appreciated. Preparing for a temporary withdrawal of the Vánagandr. Warning, I will be activating my interdictors shortly.”

Her dreadnought would finally break off its attack against the forward FO group - but would still be slinging out anti-beam canisters - as it pitched upwards for a clear path. Then in a [SIZE=11pt]blink[/SIZE] it would disappear as it micro-jumped out of the system. Right after Arisa took to hyperspace, [SIZE=11pt]Seoulhyun[/SIZE] and Taeyeon would activate their gravity wells to prevent escape by the pursuing FO destroyers. They aimed their singularities right behind them, so that any more ships that tried to drop in behind her formation not equipped with HIMS would be ripped out of hyperspace, and likely right through the rear formation of destroyers.

Six squadrons of Cyclones, accompanied escorts of A-Wings (3 squadrons) and Fencer Kai (3 squadrons), would break off from what was left of Arisa’s main formation would begin their runs against the rear body of FO destroyers, first swooping under the enemy delta formation to get at their vulnerable backsides. Throughout the journey, all the destroyers would be beamed by the Fencer’s distortion projectors to severely degrade targeting abilities. The A-Wings themselves would mask their presence through DERPs

Arisa’s formation would begin to increase acceleration to close the FO’s forward group and get into attack range with their big guns, while still keeping their rear covered with continuous salvos of anti-beam canisters. The rear destroyers following along now had to worry about swarms of fighters about to come bearing down on them, while one of the most powerful dreadnoughts in the galaxy was now lurking in wait for an opportune time to strike. Maybe it could against be rear destroyer group? Maybe it could be the forward group would be its target? Arisa would leave them to stew on that.

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[Malice]

Hundreds of buzz droids had managed to penetrate the defensive envelopes of the FO formation to successfully land upon the hull of the Resurgent battlecruiser. They were quick to get to work after skittering away from their boarding shells, the lot of them prioritizing the ship’s tower section and shield emitters for destruction. Smaller packs would just start burrowing into the hull of the ship to get at the sensitive components that connected the rest of the ship to its gun emplacements.

It would be a tricky thing to get at the destructive little sabotage droids as they worked, the battlecruiser own shields working against it to stymie attacks from above. Then there could also be the issue that such attacks could do more harm than good.

Perhaps infantry could do the trick, but it may be some time before they could fully deploy to respond to the hundreds of breaches now taking place all over the hull, and by then it could be too late. The captain of the battlecruiser may find themselves engaging Thuka’s line greatly neutered in functionality and defense, but it would be hard to turn back as enemy formations closed in on them from the rear to envelope them.


Order of Battle:

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[SIZE=11pt]Task Force Tyr,1st Ranger Expeditionary Group[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tenchu-class Dreadnought[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Vánagandr[/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=11pt]4x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Standard Ground/Boarding Complement[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Scion of Hast[/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=11pt]4x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (96)[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cyclone Bomber[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]Loaded w/ [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Atropos AI Unit[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] “Cresh”[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Centurion Class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SSV Seolhyun,Taeyeon[/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=11pt]6x KF-01B Fencer Droid Fighter (Kai Variant) Squadrons (144)[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]6x Cyclone Bomber Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]A-Wing [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Squadrons (72)[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Bona, Dawon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]6x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Exy, Luda, Eunseo, Yeoreum, Dayoung, Yeonjung[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Wodrata-class Pod Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Vessla[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]1x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scion-class Stealth Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] SSV Nollam[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4x[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]LSR[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]*All ships equipped with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hydra[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mithril[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Slingshot[/SIZE]
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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Zark"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Rakieh Atur"] [member="Charlotte Reed"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

Sorry if I missed anyone.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: MetroBig City
OBJECTIVES: Take the planet
ALLIES: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="FN-999"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | FO in area
ENEMIES: GA in area
GEAR: Ren Attire / Crossguard Lightsaber / Wristblade

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The landing ramp creaked down heavily and slammed to the floor, and Connor Harrison strode down and out, the black greatcoat blowing from the pressure jets hissing from the transport. A number of the white armoured Stormtroopers followed the Ren out with their EL-44 blasters ready.

A number of First Order signals had been picked up at the location on Skor II and so Connor was here to assist and to take the planet from the forces of the Alliance.

He turned to two troopers behind him.

"Anything or anyone not responding to your command or a First Order frequency, you drop them and deal with the consequences later."

The synthetic voice barked out the command to which the troopers nodded and affirmed their understanding. Connor turned back to the mighty city before him and looked up, signs of battle erupting in the distance and up in the sky.

"Move forward with me until we find our goal."

Just as he finished talking, his left hand shot out to the side and his fist gripped an invisible Force. With a heavy swing, he brought his arm around and back down, continuing to walk.

The troopers simply avoided the body of an armed Alliance youth, her neck now broken, as she slid across the floor to a stop where they had passed.

 

[Asmus Janes]

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

“Black One, I’m planning to flank these destroyers at my back with some of my squadrons while I press forward against the main FO body. If you could spare anything to help with the flank, then it would be greatly appreciated. Preparing for a temporary withdrawal of the Vánagandr. Warning, I will be activating my interdictors shortly.”

“Understood, I have two multi-role, high capability squadrons and am coming about to hit that flank now! Black One out”

“Ghost One, you copy that?” Asmus called to Ro’venna, the twi’lek in charge of Ghost Squadron.

“Understood Wraith One, we’ll follow your lead.”

“You mean you’ll let me hit that TIE screen first.”

“Either or.”

“Right Carolina, keep on my tail, this is going to be a tight one,” Asmus called out to his wingan. The ex-Rogue commander pulled into a gentle dive and pulled hard to port. External forces that wanted his body to carry on in a straight line tugged at him even through the inertial dampeners. Alarms sounded as his squadrons were scanned by the wedge-shaped destroyers.

Those vessels loomed ominously before him, spitting green venom at the Silver fleet. But the veteran pilot was no longer cowed by such a scene. He could see the truth before him. Those vessels were slow and heavy with very little in the way of fighter complements. They had brought not one escort vessel to shield them from fighter attack. Asmus could chew through rank and file TIE pilots all day long with the right ship beneath him. Today he had exactly the right ship beneath him: light and agile with a fearsome main cannon that could tear lightly shielded fighters apart.

“Here come the fighters, keep it tight! Carolin, you’ve got the baradium missiles. We’re going to break through the screen head under that Victory class and strike its shield tower from the rear!”

OOC/ 2 Elite Squadrons of mixed fighter/bombers coming for the Victory nearest the flank of Thalera’s fleet

 

[Choli Vyn]

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[SIZE=11pt]Location: Metrobig West, epicentre of destruction cause by Yuuzhan Vong[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]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.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The crackle of fires and occasional blast of ordnance was not uncommon to the ruins of Metrobig city. There was a reason why Alliance Troops had spread across the landscape and undergone the urban warfare of tracking down lingering Vong and Graug elements. The Industrious Squibs were able to utilize what manner of scrap and junk to create unique and powerful weapons. The tractor technology that they are known for proved to be vital in dealing with the larger Yuuzhang Vong left in Metro City ruins, allowing the creatures to be held in place while the Alliance and their Squib counterparts neutralized the threat. It was a way to maintain order and corral the Vong using means that would prevent the risk of casualties. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]Yet even in the ruins, the industrious Squibs were able to achieve what others likely would not under similar circumstances. The city may be in ruins but one man’s trash was a Squibs treasure, and in this the Oohabah underground community would excel at utilizing what they could find to craft weapons and defense bunkers throughout the city. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Brennan Cabrol"] might have been missed in regards to his bloody actions had not Veepee gone scurrying along with Cerba and Maybeebee across the tiny little underground burrows. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You get word from Toka?” Veepee inquired to Cerba, the Squib puffing out his cheeks as his whiskers gave a twitch. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“No. He no reply.” Hmm. Those wide, orange yellow eyes gave a quick blink. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Come on we catch up!” Dropping onto all fours, Veepee and Cerba took flight, scurrying and utilizing the noises of the city to keep a continual move. They had the big white bucket heads in their sight, although they didnt look like bucket heads. None the less, as they had done their best to try and keep up, imagine their surprise when one of them split and wandered off on his own. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I go, zoovy?” Veepee told Cerba. “Keep watch and use comm. Maybeebee follow and watch. Cerba get Chika to go with you.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Veepee and Maybeebee would then carefully follow [member="Brennan Cabrol"] while Cerba and his mate, Chika - a lovely dove grey slender Squib with dexterous fingers - kept up with [member="Castor Ren"] and [member="Jacques"] . They did not talk much which was strange. How did they even know what to do?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Big hoodoo?” A soft whisper puffed by Cerba’s ear from his mate, causing it to twitch at the sensitive tone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Don’t know. Keep distance and very much eyes on them. Update back to Mama Fatee and Top Commander.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a twitch of noses and a perk of sensitive ears, the pair followed the First Order Ren Knights unaware just how deadly they were. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Veepee gave a little huff, Maybeebee a few meters back to get another vantage point. What was this guy doing? Where? Little quick taps were sent out in a code giving small updates, detailing the location and just who it might be. This is what all the scouts were doing, marking the coordinates and information gleaned from any First Order forces that they came across the city. There had been several drop pods, and a few had already been spotted by the Squibs. Most would find themselves under the attack of Graug or Vong, and others were already likely in the midst of some form of guerilla combat with the combined Alliance and Squib forces. Until the King said otherwise, they would stick to their first bargain thorough and through. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The true reason for the man’s departure from his group would be revealed to the extra pair of eyes following Brennan. A tiny, makeshift eyeglass carefully pilfered and fixed through a series of careful polishing of glass spheres and a few bronsium cylinders. What he saw had him gnash his teeth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The man tossing the dusty brown body of a Squib and then the sudden explosion of an incendiary grenade after, the scent of sulfur, charred fur and burning flesh filling the air. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They didn’t know the reason, but circumstantial evidence would look poorly upon the envoy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ducking back down, Veepee took his little comm. With tiny chitters the head Squib Scout of the Ohahbah community began to send his message…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Meanwhile at the Palace…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Any chance to also relay to [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] that Choli had also missed him was swallowed up between meeting his fellow Justicar, Beequay’s chatter, and the growing sense of teenage awkwardness on just how to act and what to do. It was a good thing then, perhaps, that with the First Order here, their mindset went to whatever mission was now in hand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unfortunately, Choli was still shocked when Beequay’s translation of what Whambabbaba had informed the Squib community and the Alliance members in attendance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Gas what released on the platforms?” Choli interrupted, questioning. “What sort of gas?” coming from the battle of Mustafar and having spent some time in the medbay’s alongside the poor souls who had been afflicted by a biochemical gas, Choli had a small twist in her gut in dark foreboding. However, maybe it was just regular gas?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What type of gas.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beequay gave a small impatient wave over to the Justicars and the pilot, trying to listen in and be able to translate. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Terrible gas.” he began, only to scowl and his expressive face contort in anger, the whiskers trembling. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Lots dead. Need help. Some sent by Alliance to platform -- but lots of fighting. Whambababa brothers and sisters there.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Choli’s lips turned into a thin line, eyes shifting to a dark slate. Turning to [member="Elmont Block"] and Trextan, she added, “Is there anything else we can do?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We have already dispatched Alliance and ally forces to attempt medivacs,” a new voice came in from their right. It was from a tall, dark skinned male wearing the dark colors of the Pyre and a bald head. He was powerfully built, as if he had seen plenty of time in service before. His name was General Jayden Tar, a Korunnai native from Haruun Kal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And an ironic similarity to what the historians would discern as former Jedi Master Mace Windu save the singular eyepatch over his right eye. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“But it is evident that we are now in the middle of a battlefield people and the First Order isn’t going to back down on that.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]

Spoiler: Gear

[/SIZE]

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

Tools

• [SIZE=11pt]Holodriver[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]Servospanner[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]Oubliette Satchel[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]TerentAttack Cuffs[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]Hypoinjector Wristband[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]Antidote Synthesizer[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]2X Serum Aurek[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]2x TS-N Healing Serum[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Weapons[/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]QQ-83N Sidearm[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=11pt]Shoto lightsaber, (waterproof, Lorrdian gemstone)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Droid[/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]R4-P6 - Pebbledrone[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]

[/SIZE]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"]
Enemies: [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Laira Vereen"]
Objective: Throw out the trash

"Whaddya mean move?!" Rexus asked into his comms. He was furious. They had them on the ropes, they had these troopers pinned, what was this Ren's deal? "You've gotta...." The troopers mouth stood agape as he realised what the Ren was doing. Already the stormtroopers advancing had scrambled back, and Rexus followed suit soon after, looking back, and watching as metric tonnes of junk was toppled onto the Alliance and writhing squib. The stormtroopers didn't flinch, their training was supreme.

"Keep on marching!" Twigg barked, rallying the troops. "Don't give these karkers an inch!" The Gundark Gunners were unfazed. Immediately upon the dust settling, stormtroopers armed with heavier blasters aimed at the piles of garbage, spraying them down, and ensuring that any survivors of the avalanche, would be permanently buried under there.

Rexus walked towards the Knight of Ren, watching as the Gunners, now press the attack. "A little warning would've been nice," the stormtrooper said, "Because, karkin' hell, that was uh, that was something else." Rexus replied, eyeing Kyrel cautiously, "Y'know, I almost-"

"Sniper!" A trooper screamed.

Rexus didn't care for much, but the Ren was probably going to be his best chance at surviving this karkfest. The captain tackled Kyrel, knocking him out of the way of the oncoming blaster bolt. The Gundark Gunners were stupid, but not that stupid, and immediately, a hail of laser fire blasted at where the bolt had been shot. "Find that bastard, and shoot 'im!" Rexus roared.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: MetroBig City
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | Yuuzhan Vong
Objective: Obey Orders

Mishel took note of the wall and the force as it bowed to her master's commands. The slabs of stone and concrete made for a very impressive display but the vat-grown Ren could hardly spend time admiring the work. Her lightsaber hissed for more blood, and so she carved it through another Yuuzhan Vong taking great joy in doing so. It reminded her of G'Rho, and her cybernetic arm served to fuel the desire to mitigate her revenge. For if she could not torture the scales, these Vong would do. The crackling of fire from her fingers, the sound of creatures burning. At first she had not realized that her master had been speaking to her, and then she felt the darkness - this time it was familiar.

How did she feel? She felt nothing in this moment, only the desire to end the lives of these pitiful Vong. If she stopped to think on how she felt, then the light would shine. It would pull her to think if there could be an alternate solution. That while there are emotions there still yet lies peace. "I feel only a desire to end these creatures," she replied and turned with her blade. Mishel thrusted her orange blade deep into a Vong who had tried to flank her. The orange blade burned through his flesh and left a gaping hole in his body as she with drew it.

And then she felt another presence.

A Jedi.

It forced the young Ren to recall her time on Monastery, to recall [member="Hazel Zanteres"]. The days spent with a woman who had sacrificed part of her own aura to bring the teenager back. She recalled the visual of Ashira. Seeing her own Goddess in the afterlife and the words that her time had not yet been done. And the knowledge that Hazel parted to her began to tear at the darkness, and all Mishel could do was to cling to the overwhelming auras of Darth Carnifex and that of her master Samka Derith. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion - through passion I gain strength and through strength, I gain power."

Her attention once more drew toward the petite, purple-haired master of Ren. Mishel studied her for a moment and the nodded in acknowledgement. "Yes master," her voice echoed her complete compliance, obedience to her orders. Sidestepping another attacker she utilized force crush and then choke to finish him off. The brunette moved into a flanking position, but the echoes of the Sacred Lotus having already burrowed their way into her heart forced her to think on their ways. Ignorance yet knowledge, passion yet serenity. There may be hope for you yet, forceborn...

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Beat up Gabriel
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Equipment:

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

Ah, there it was.

His lips parted in a devilish smile as he cocked his head to the left as if straining to hear more from his assailant, his body turning slightly along with it. "I had wondered when you'd crawl out of that grave I dug for you." His words were punctuated with a snarl of disdain, his hatred for the man readily apparent in each hateful syllable. Their rivalry ran back months, perhaps even a couple years already, and began on Talanorn during the waning years of the One Sith Empire.

Carnifex, then known as Vornskr, was helping put down an insurrection movement on the floating city when he was beset by Alliance forces seeking to empower the insurgents against Sith rule. Among them was a physical doppleganger of a man known as @Reverence, the Wrath of the One Sith, but unlike his Sith counterpart this man was staunchly against the Sith and their agenda of order and control. They fought a heated battle atop one of the city's many spires, but it was evident that the man, who Carnifex latter learned went by the name of Gabriel, held the upper hand as his artificial body began to give out on him due to its hastily crafted nature.

Gabriel won that battle and the next one they waged on Dromund Kaas which resulted in Carnifex's second death, but in doing so Gabriel freed the Sith Lord to create a stronger, even more powerful, body for his spirit in inhabit, one that wouldn't fall apart as quickly as the previous one. The resurrection was to be set on Lujo which was currently under siege by the Alliance, and once again Gabriel rushed to stop the ritual from taking place.

But it was too late.

Dripping with the blood of a hundred sacrifices Carnifex arose from the blackest pit and fought Gabriel in the sepulcher of his rebirth and ultimately triumphed. Awash in the ecstasy of victory he crucified Gabriel to a stone slab, leaving him to die from his injuries as he sealed the cavern behind him as he left. He hadn't seen Gabriel since that day, and he had assumed that the man had slunk off to some world to lick his wounds and prepare for the never ending battle that awaited them both.

And now he was here, on Skor II, shooting at him with some sort of shotgun.

There was a flash of danger ripping through the Force, and the Dark Lord spun to fully face the street where he sensed his old nemesis. In that moment he witnessed Gabriel leap down from the building he had been hiding upon, the muzzle of his weapon erupting with light as another slug rushed out towards him with the velocity of a verpine shatter round. Carnifex only had a moment to analyze and react, and he instinctively ground his boot into the weathered cobblestone road, a burst of Force energy rising up from beneath it to tear up the street and send great mounds of stone and earth up in between himself and the slug's trajectory.

The hope was that the slug would impact one of the many stone bricks that had been thrown up into the air, causing it to detonate away from him as well as obscure Gabriel's line of sight. Several of the nearby buildings would groan and lean dangerously forward as their foremost foundations became loose as the ground and soil was displaced. In the commotion the Sith Lord would attempt to move into an alleyway, leaving the main road in ruin as he did.

"Don't be so hypocritical, Gabriel. I hear the Alliance enjoys employing murderers like me as well."

 

[Hansen]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IIeC0ncLxQ​

((Battlegroup Grievous Theme))​

Thalera Isianthar
FIV Ashira, Bridge
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] (Engaging), [member="Asmus Janes"] (Engaging), [member="Cathul Thuku"] (Indirect), [member="Rach Vizla"] (Indirect), [member="Zark"] (Indirect), [member="Bryce Bantam"] (Indirect), [member="Sieb Tevv"] (Indirect), [member="Sko'saht"] (Indirect).
Vessel: FIV Ashira

Spoiler: 4th Fleet, SECCOM Val'hala, Battlegroup Grievous, Rear Destroyer Group

• FIV Ashira [Flagship, Gov. Isianthar] | Model: Upgraded Interdictor-Class Cruiser | Engine Thrust: Flank | Shield Charge: 59% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: SSV Scion of Hast, SSV Seolhyun, SSV Taeyeon. | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Subjugator [Capt. Cosgrove] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 99% | Hull Integrity: 88% | Firing At: SSV Scion of Hast | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Defiler [Capt. Abbott] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 97% | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: SSV Bona, SSV Dawon, SSV Scion of Hast | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Avenger [Capt. Katter] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 98% | Hull Integrity: 92% | Firing At: SSV Bona, SSV Dawon, SSV Scion of Hast | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Arrestor [Capt. Hawke] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 94% | Hull Integrity: 93% | Firing At: SSV Bona, SSV Dawon | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Violator [Capt. Howard] | Model: Imperial-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 95% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: SSV Bona, SSV Dawon | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Deathwatch [Capt. Rudd] | Model: Victory-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 88% | Hull Integrity: 95% | Firing At: SSV Yeoreum, SSV Dayoung, SSV Yeonjung | Fighter Status: N/A.
• FIV Ambitious [Capt. Gillard] | Model: Victory-X Star Destroyer | Engine Thrust: Full | Shield Charge: 85% | Hull Integrity: 87% | Firing At: SSV Exy, SSV Luda, SSV Eunseo | Fighter Status: N/A.

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
• 1x Vibroblade
• 1x Z6 Riot Control Baton
• 2x DC-17 Hand Blaster
• 1x DC-15 Blaster Rifle
• 1x Holoprojector
• 3x M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjector

Cosgrove bites on the tobacco pipe contemplatively for a moment, watching the fields of aerosol disperse some few kilometers in front of his Star Destroyer's bridge and gives a simple order as they rumble green; Absorbing the magnetised plasma contained within the Turbolaser fire. "All weapons cease-fire. All vessels, all engines stop." Cosgrove muses for a second and takes a long-drag from the subtly burning tobacco, and speaks to a young Executive Officer looming over his shoulder stunned by the long pause from the white-hair sporting elderly Captain. "I've read the briefs on this weapon; It's an Aerosol solution designed as an air defence weapon and anti-laser countermeasure of some description. Very devastating as an area-denial weapon against small craft, especially in an atmosphere but woefully ineffective on an interstellar scale. Their Fleet Commander has deployed it prematurely additionally and against the wrong types of warship, they must be young. It was fortuitous you suggested holding our fighters in the hanger Commander, I had thought to do otherwise." pulling the pipe from his lips and exhaling a breath of smoke with a disturbing calm before releasing a hearty cough and drowsily looking over to the sensor crews in the bridge Pit; Fighter Alert, Group Wide. "Oh, have all of our fighter squadrons launch and move to intercept. Have them engage all targets; Visual or Otherwise but warn them to avoid those gas clouds, we have previous few fighters and I loathe sacrificing lives needlessly. Though our enemy shouldn't be able to follow us straight through them anyway, though if they try order our boys to go around" Cosgrove replies with a cool tone, in a stark contrast to many young and much more fiery officers. Cracking his neck side-to-side taking another pause as his bridge crew quitely relay information between each other. Unlike the panicked Ashira. "Have we still their fleet on Sensor contacts? What is their range, position and course." Cosgrove's gaze peers out the transparisteel viewports to the comparatively tiny clouds of smoke being produced; Their enemy was continuously firing them it seemed, for what little good it would do them. Sooner or later they'd run out of ammunition all for what, blocking their line of sight?

The Technician examines the monitor for a moment with a number of horizontal green lines, jumping and ducking. "Captain! Range is Twenty-Kilometers, Position is on our Axis of Advance and their course remains unchanged; Closing fast with Battlegroup Imperator."

Cosgrove offers the man a nod as a thank you. Looking to his helmsman again. "Well then, we best not keep the Good Governor and Admiral Rausgeber Waiting. Order all ships ahead-full through the gas-cloud. It'll be harmless for our Star Destroyers. Oh and Comm, give me an update on the status of our Foward Destroyer-Frigate Group if you please? I know their ships were quite damaged during the clean-up after Mustafar but we'll need them here should these Silver Jedi or Alliance scoundrels decide to bring any more ships" The Inertia of the Star Destroyers Lurch forward pushing off of their existing momentum and steam forward straight into the gas-cloud wading through it effortlessly and with the individual clouds' comparatively tiny radius, their impact was all but negligible on the Destroyers.

"Captain! Their Battlecruiser just performed some sort of hyperspace jump! I suspect it has gone as a courier to retrieve reinforcements or is waiting for an opportunity to attack, potentially on our flank!" Cosgrove muses quietly for a moment; He'd been hoping for an opportunity to test strength against strength, man-to-man so to speak. But instead the young Captain he concluded had some wisdom after all that might belie their years. The Silver Jedi Ships steadily come back into view for the Destroyers of Battlergroup Grievous', including a certain ruthless woman who had her Destroyer reaching straight for the Silver Jedi's Ships.

"Sir, Their cruisers are creating a gravity well straight on our axis!" Cosgrove pulls the pipe from his mouth; The news motivates his brows to rise from their heavy chair as he turns to face the weapons control Officer. He walks over with a slight limp in his step; Cybernetics were a difficult thing to become accustomed to after having a lifetime of living with an organic counterpart. It was just another thing the Galactic Alliance took away from him in addition to the wife and child that now lived on, only in a small pendant hanging around the Captain's neck albeit tucked away beneath his tunic. Yet Cosgrove was careful not to let hate consume him.

Cosgrove gives this moment some deep thought; What kind of game were they playing. "Well, we can rest assured I think that they're not planning on having that Battlecruiser try and flank behind us. They must suspect we will bring more reinforcements in on that vector, send a subspace message to Captain Greer and warn him to enter the system on another vector unless notified otherwise we don't want him being pulled out of hyperspace and spiralling out of control straight into us or the Silver Fleet for that matter." Returning his attention for a moment to the now drastically reduced Silver Jedi Fleet. It was almost worth passing over at this point but alas the Captain would not leave Imperator or the Ashira to fend for themselves, no he had a duty. And Cosgrove is personally certain the Vánagandr will return. "Engage the Tercel-class cruisers and the Corvettes. But leave the Interdictors, I want to try and exploit those, keep monitoring the singularity's bearing."

Thalera's sanguine eyes widen as the Battlecruiser's batteries open up, slamming into the Ashira and rattling the entire Star Destroyer. The Eldorai woman loses her footing and stumbles forward bracing herself against the Transparisteel Viewports. She saves herself from slamming against them only narrowly for her ears to be overcome by the frightened grunts and snarls of the bridge crew as they're thrown about in their chairs by the sheer impact of the Battlecruiser's turbolaser batteries, but then some cloud of smoke throws itself up and the laser fire's impact appears to dampen significantly. "By Illyria's fury!" She gasps and quickly snaps back into reality unable to hear her own thoughts, she pivots in boots angrily towards the crew. "All of you calm down, now!" The Governor demands to no avail as the Ashira shakes and groans somewhat; The Shields had barely withered the brief albeit overwhelming assault of the Vánagandr, and only is it in this moment of thought she's offered in reflection does the inexperienced naval tactician realize the error she'd made in attempting to stare-down a Battlecruiser in an attempt to draw attention away from the Malice. Drawing her pistol from holster looking over the bridge's pits she fires a single shot towards the ceiling; Angrily looking all of them before sheathing the brandished weapon.

"Enough!" She growls aggressively at their overt lack of discipline, having earned the entire command crew's shocked albeit silent attention. "Get us through that paltry-sized cloud of dust and engage their cruisers and carrier. Maintain Flank Speed, get us behind them! After we exit the cloud and visibility is restored, launch our fighters. Move it!" The Ashira's engines rumble; Propelling the Interdictor forward penetrating the cloud of dense smog-like material before being confronted with an interesting sight; The Battlecruiser is nowhere to be found and it appears to Thalera as if the Silver Jedi Fleet is splitting its' attention between Imperator and Grievous. "Somebody, give me an update. Where in the blue fires of the underworld did the Vanguard lead vessel go?' Thalera looks to the navigation officer expectant of an answer. "So, where is it?!" Thalera takes two steps angrily towards the young officer seated in the bridge's recess, his hat fallen from blonde-hair covered head. Promptly, the Ashira's fighter complement launch and form a protective picket around the Interdictor as it attempts to make a B-Line straight passed the Silver Jedi Ships in an effort to flank them; Get passed the bulk of their weapons.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Location: King’s residence, North East Metrobig
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
[member=Jacques] [member="Castor Ren"]

Trextan furrowed his brow in concern. They’d deployed chemical weapons on Mustafar, but that world was mostly uninhabited. Droids carried out most of the mining operations and there had been nearly as many Alliance personnel deployed to the world to defend it as there had been natives. Salvagestuff platform was essentially a civilian station for recycling old starships. It had been constructed by Squibs so it was unlikely that they’d built filters into the air system to stop chemical weapons. Likely they just filtered particulates and improved the air quality. A chemical weapon unleashed on the station could spread far.

He was torn. Once more he couldn’t sense any emotions form Choli through the Force, but he didn’t need it to read her now. He wanted to be able to stand up and say that he had the answers or to take hasty action just to show he could do something. But his job was to stay close to the King. A mission that was more important now than it had been during the work to remove the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong. The Alliance had been cordoning off sections of the city and trying to eliminate them in pockets at a time, but they had dug in deep into the city’s roots and those roots went deep.

“Turn off the airflow on the station and seal the decks?” Trextan offered.

Whambababba turned and looked up at him with disdain. Then he looked over at Beequay, perhaps for advice from the one in charge of diplomacy. Clearly he decided to shirk diplomacy for now. “Big small Jedi man? More like big stupid. We done that what we could now, but gas got into the system before we could stop it.”

Trextan managed to look humbled. “I’m sorry. We’ve been working on an antidote but we don’t have one now. You need to tell you people that it can kill even from skin contact. Get them suited up as soon as possible.”

Whambababba at least considered this. “We got suits. Gotta rip the salvage from space lots. No air.” He turned to another squib with similar brownish-red fur. Perhaps, Trextan thought, another family member. They exchanged some words in their native tongue and the assistant ran off.

Abebaba spoke up next in her particularly high pitched voice. “We got dropping on our heads white-suit men out there! What they dooin’? Few squib dead but eyes are mostly going for the vongy bits. What we do?”

King Adegabaydee drew himself up to his full height. “Get ready to fight.” There were already squib fighting alongside Alliance forces against the vong in skirmishes up and down the city. It also wasn’t easy to distinguish a squib soldier from a salvager. Both tended to carry what looked like a random assortment of gizmos.

Trextan turned to Elmont: “Any other ideas?” he asked.

[ This is Commander Veep from Alliance Command. What is your sitrep?]

Trextan turned away from the main group with his finger to his ear. "We're with the King, the area seems secure for now. The Squib are deciding what action to take."

 

[Progflaw99]

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Along the hull of the FIV Kingfisher​

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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Having quickly put the shuttle into standby, Nils had activated the depressurization process. As soon as it had reached minimum tolerance, he'd vented the bay - he had full confidence in those behind him, they would have been ready to go long before the chamber was vented. Sealing his own suit's helmet, he quickly unclipped his harness and rose. Nils was practically brimming with energy, his fingers tingling as he input a code at the control panel - this would prevent anyone without a specific code from commandeering their vessel in their absence.

With that done, he quickly made his way into the troop bay, grabbing a small pack and a blaster rifle. Armed and ready to perform his part in the mission, he followed behind the others - out into the vacuum of space. With minor adjustments, his blastpack aided him as he floated in their wake, following suit and magnetically locking his boots to the hull he removed a datapad from his webbing, inputting a few touch commands which displayed a readout of the ship's design and schematics.

*Uh oh.*

It took the pilot several moments to realize exactly where they were, but as his eyes traced across the hull of the vessel his eyes widened in horror. Closer to the vessel's hull, he had gotten back readings - they were now cutting into a pressurized sector of the ship. Almost as if in slow motion he began to speak over the comms, his arm coming up in a wave as he attempted to garner the attention of the troopers.

:: Hey wait! That's still pressur..."​

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*WHOOSH*​

 

[Progflaw99]

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Skor II​

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

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

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Irked. It was likely the most succinct summary of his feelings in the moment. Chaos theory - Butterfly Effect - the idea that something as small as a bug flapping its wings could change the very outcome of the galaxy, the world, a war, a life. Two squib were hardly worth worrying about, but to be ignorant of one's actions would eventually lead to ruin. So had it been seen before in the greater galaxy.

They'd come to a halt, their words few and far between. Behind lurked the Disciple of Ren. Even now, Castor could feel the doubt, the lack of importance the man beside him exuded - that was something he would have to adjust if he wished to make it out of this alive. What he had in mind was bold, it was less than subtle - but it would be required if they hoped of achieving their goals. Already they'd been demonized, the First Order. Bringing further death and pain to the native residents of Skor would be pointless, counteractive to their end goal of order.

That's what they were here to do - restore order. Under Alliance rule the Squib still suffered the inconvenience of chaos, the pockets of Vong and Graug reduced but not yet fully eradicated from the still shattered ruins of Metrobig City. The First Order would resolve that irritant, stomping out the disarray as they had before, time and time again.

"Follow in my wake. Do not raise your weapons - trust in me, trust in Sieger."​

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His normally inflective tones were obliterated by the helmet's vocalizer, masking his voice as he spoke softly. With a final breath, he rose from behind the small pile of rubble he had held fast behind, motioning with his hands at his sides for the other two to follow. Stepping into the street, he kept his hands free, his voice rising as he moved slowly towards the compound before them. *Jedi.* Castor could feel their presence here, his own presence revealed by his own will. Soon they would be face to face, at least figuratively. As he approached the primary entry to the small compound, he raised his hands out to his sides.

"Natives of Skor, hold your fire. An emissary of the First Order is presented before you - I do request an audience with your King. "​

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He was unsure of how his greeting would be received, his hands however remained at his sides. The vocalizer projected his voice across the open space, his eyes scanning his surroundings, helmet actively identifying threats around him as he stood, awaiting their response. To reassure the two of his compatriots, he sent a brief message across their telepathic link.

<< Follow in my wake, watch our flanks - keep your hands away from your weapons. Prepare for the worst, but remain calm. >> ​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemy: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Kaalia was ready to strike down Yuuzhan Vong once more before she was stopped by the voice of Carnifex. Someone was hiding nearby and he noticed. She glanced over to Samka's position, who was in the opposite alleyway and quickly brought herself to the end of it, stopping at the corner. She leaned against the wall as she was just able what the Master of Ren was saying. She nodded in response, and simply decided to stay put for now.

The hidden enemy revealed himself by firing a shot, but there was no visible source. There had to be some sort of cloaking technology in play, which made the situation a bit more tricky. An order to move to flanking positions was given and another nod later the woman took a short sprint around the building she was leaning against before. For a little while she did not know what was transpiring. She ran into another pair of Yuuzhan Vong and used the fact she saw them first to ignite both of her sabers and slash them down as she used the Force to leap up and strike from the air. There was no time to see if they were still alive or not after the hits they took, but Kaalia was certain they had at least suffered injuries serious enough to not be able to fight any longer.

At the end of the redhead's sprint she ended up on the other side of the conflict. A manouver that attempted to act like a pincer, not allowing him any way to escape were the enemy to try. She watched as the Sith Lord tore up part of the street to block an incoming projectile. He looked to move towards another alleyway, and Kaalia was ready to follow if the man referred to as 'Gabriel' decided to chase Carnifex down.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Salvagestuff Platform
Allies: GA [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"])
Allies in the area: ([member="Raph Thule"], [member="Keric Dynt"])
Enemies: FO ([member="Ara Ren"], [member="Nils Brenner"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies in the area: ([member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"])
Objective: Fight
Gear: Here; no more concussion grenades

The clone and his men continued to race towards the main area of the battle with platoons of friendly soldiers following their lead, nearing their destination. Reports were coming in through his encrypted comm channels of First Order pressing on with some Knight of Ren, taking up a similar figure of an ancient deceased Dark Lord, and grim witnesses of the First Order applying the the uses of chemical warfare against Alliance personnel. But that wasn't really the problem. The actual problem was that the gas was being indiscriminate and harming those in the middle of all this chaos. Squibs, both that aided the Alliance and were just trying to flee from all the fighting, died from the exposure of the agent.

Canal would have to see it for himself to see if this was true and report back to command.

The trooper finally arrived at the scene of the battle, immediately taking cover before observing his surroundings. The reports were unfortunately true. Bodies of Squib laid at the floor, lifeless and their eyes wide open. Did it shock the Fett? It didn't. He had encountered situations like these in both simulations and in real time battle. Perhaps it did dumbfounded him at the beginning, but it later became a norm to him thanks to his teachings and training. One important phrase he was taught was that all was fair in love and war, and it seemed that the First Order did not care in making any conflict a no holds barred scenario. Something that Canal would not do because in his mind he would be at a lesser level than the Imperials and not stay true to his values.

Despite how he treated his soldiers, he did had some honor when it came to war.

Nevertheless, he had something to report back to the higher chain of command. "Command," the clone said in that familiar Fett accent in an encrypted comm channel to [member="Aeron Kreelan"] and taking a video footage of his surroundings, "I have evidence of the First Order using lethal chemical agents which has caused countless dead Squibs in my vicinity." He then zoomed into the face of a dead Squib, its emotionless eyes string back at Canal's visor, and then zooming out to take a footage of a group of corpses which also included a canister on the floor. Blaster bolts and the screams of wounded soldiers was in the background. The trooper was done filming and had then sent the file to Alliance Command.

This along with the First Order not respecting the wishes of the Squib king to allow his people to flee from the planet and system would be useful propaganda against the Order.

With that done, the Fett clone continued his main goal of defending the Salvageplatform and eradicating all hostile forces aboard it. He then advanced from his position to another displacement that gave decent cover, and then threw his only concussion grenade at the Gundark Gunners as they pressed their attack. "A little present from the best of the best."

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"],
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"],
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Saving some squib, engaging an old enemy
THEME: Erase my scars.

​He looked, from beneath his hood, as he watched the Sith Lord put down the slug that exited the barrel with grand display. It was meant more as insult then intent to truly strike out. He knew, more than any other fact, that this inevitably end with the clash of sabers. And where he stood against a man, reborn over and over again through the longevity of the darkside, he stood a simple clone - not immutable to the passing of time. There were only so many specialties he could claim beneath skin so fragile as to be pierced and pinned against the mountain. Two, he carried over from his brother, in his attachment to vong and his ability to move swiftly with the force. And two, learned from the shallow hills of the Sulon terrain. Animal control and sensing.

​And if those that followed Carnifex thought they were concealing themselves from this particular Master, they were wrong. His powers found additional calm, amongst the incoming calamity, through the kasha fragments he often haphazardly attached to this items. Ad hoc lightsaber bedazzling or the annulum ignis that rested, with almost no purpose, beneath the armor of his gauntlet.

​"There are no murderers like you, Kaine. That's just what you want to hear, isn't it?" His voice moved loudly, even amongst the battle, as he carried his presence with it. There was no fear in him, he had risen from the ashes. He wondered if he could do it again. "So is this how it will be? The great Kaine Zambrano, withering as a pawn and husk of his former self. The one I knew, in his castle, could have at least boasted of integrity...absent morals."

​He shifted the shotgun back onto his back, flinging his rifle away as it would do nothing but hamper now. In each hand, an extinguished hilt was grasped in armored fingers. "So what will it be!?! Will you let your lackeys do the fighting for you? How about those two that hide to your side? Or perhaps the one behind me? She cuts Vong down so loudly..." He closed his eyes, the cloak still covering the majority of his person in the low light of a gunsteel sky. Crouching, his left hand laid before him, his right behind and up, as he married the soresu art of waiting to the elegance of Makashi. "...Come then. We have matters to dispute."

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​"Come on, come on, come on!" Darron pushed all the squib out of the vessel as he hopped out of the cargo bay, finding his allotment of marines. "Come on, come on, lets go!" He ferried them in with rushed expression, moving them from Dauntless to Expedition 2. Once they were in, he closed the door and hopped into the pilots seat.

​"Everyone buckle in, we're off." He cut the power on and flew out of the Dauntless, following not a single one of the disembarking protocols. Cause he was Darron Ectares, and rules were made for mortal men.

::This is Darron Ectares of the Expedition 2. Civilians have disembarked on the ANS Dauntless, as requested by Lieutenant Saul Perth. Following his instruction, I have a contingent of marines that have boarded. We will return to the Marshals position for support in Metrobig West.::

 

[Asharad Graush]

On the hull of the FIV Kingfisher​

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

Enemies: [member="Canal"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Keric Dynt"],​

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The first ones to have disembarked from the ship and into Space was the Squad Pierce. A close-knit team of troopers that had surfaced on his table multiple times over the course of this war with the Galactic Alliance. They all served the purpose, and complimented each other - their Sergeant must've been good to keep them all alive.

Though the antics of the squad's second in command was lost on him.

Regardless, they had departed the shuttle first and had begun cutting a hole into the hull of the FIV Kingfisher. While they worked, A'sharad worked on unbuckling his lightsabre belt as began stepping into an enviro-suit.

Should've brought the other one.

But his black suit of armour was malfunctioning after the events on Barkhesh after the likes of [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] and the rest of their gank squad had damaged his ionized his suit to the point of it being near impossible to move the joints without the Force. At the very least, reinforcements had arrived to drive the enemy off of him before they could actually capture the First Order's High Marshal - not that they knew his ranking to begin with.

Then it was the pilot, and some time after that was the Ren. A'sharad wasn't paying too much attention to them while he sealed himself in the enviro-suit. With his armour on as well, it made for a tight fit. An extremely tight one, but he ventured out of the ship after it depressurized, just when Captain Brenner's voice came over the commline.

The High Marshal could only react.

Left hand reached out to the whole of Squad Pierce, the Captain, and the Knight of Ren.

The only warning they would've received was the cold sound of his voice entering their minds telepathically.

"Brace."

And around the group, crimson barriers weaved themselves around every single individual as A'sharad rapidly closed the gap between Upsilon Shuttle, and Kingfisher. The sheet of metal that flew at him was deflected with a wave of the Force, but the atmosphere and flames that came jetting upwards flew up to the Sith Lord rapidly - and unexpectedly. Despite being the highest ranking officer present, A'sharad had never been in a situation like this.

The Ren received her own message through the Force.

"Grab. Me."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

ALLIES NEARBY​

[member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

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ENEMIES NEARBY​

[member="Relit Vandal"]​

Audrey followed with [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] towards the loading bay, pulling her backpack on as she did. They had lowered the door when a voice rang out through the landing bay. She looked to one side, then the other. The scientific team were looking to her for a response. She blanched and glanced at Tarkin blankly for a moment, then walked over towards the intercom, taking the mouthpiece off the wall and switching to external speakers. A horrifying screeching sound filled the hangar as the microphone feedback squealed, then as quickly as it had started, it disappeared.

"Good afternoon, Master Jedi," said Audrey, trying to muster some calm. "We are a historical research team seeking to assist in classifying and historically preserving priceless artifacts housed in this city during the Yuuzhan Vong crisis," she answered. This was, strictly speaking, quite true. The Jedi didn't need to know that 'historically preserving' was just a clever euphemism for 'stealing'. "We have an armed escort for purposes of self-defense only, and we mean no harm to this facility or the Squib people of this world. Only the Yuuzhan Vong and the Graug have anything to fear from us," she declared, then switched to the internal channel.

"Captain, this is Dr. Saint George. I have a suspicion that we're not going to win this bluff. Download some maps of the city and see if there's another place to land near the museum. A park, or perhaps a plaza? We'll rendezvous there. Everyone else... get ready."

She walked down the ramp and looked around; the blastport was something of a mess. There were abandoned crates and tools scattered across the floor, and what looked like a few bodies near the entrance. The light flickered from the emergency lighting rig above, casting her shadow intermittently across the floor. "Good Lord," she whispered to Tarkin.

 

[H3xle]

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

Nicolas nodded, then brought the helmet of his armor up and sealed it around his head. Then he moved over to the comm console, and began to try to work through the First Order command windows. Some aspects didn't work outright, either due to a lack of a dish or a corrupted protocol. He found one comm laser working, and bounced it off of the Monitor hiding between the salvage platform and the planet. He typed out a textual message, not trusting a visual or audio link to be quick enough. The dark presences drew closer, followed by a sawing vibration in the hull reverberating up to him.

||COMMUNICATION PROTOCOL INITIATED
||CHANNEL STATUS: UNENCRYPTED
||COMMUNICATION LASER STATUS: GREEN
||COORDINATES: 123,45,787
||MESSAGE: Retransmit to Alliance battlenet. Master Thorne and allies aboard FO ship. FO forces incoming.

[member="aeron kreelan"]

He hit the transmit button as the sawing continued. Within moments, the screen received a sitrep. Nicolas had his armors visual systems take a recording of the data, then deactivated the comm laser. It looked like the FO had hit the platform and the planet, as well as tie up allied forces in space. Nicolas didn't have time to digest that though. Lights dimmed around the bridge as the depressurization alarms attempted to activate. The damaged BB unit was practically dancing on its damaged body.

Then the floor of the bridge blew out in an explosive decompression. Nicolas reached out and grabbed the console, partly using his own strength, and partly using the force to keep himself solidly anchored as the air evacuated. Once it stopped, and they were left to the void, Nicolas looked around, and saw that he was alone with the droid and the red haired man in the FO armor. Nicolas nodded to the man, then approached the hole, staying just out of measure of the hole, and ignited both Everthorn and Winter. The former's blade was bright green and exuded a feeling akin to natural life. Winter's blade was a bright blue, and exuded a strange sense of calm, like a beautiful winter morning. He stood there, and waited for the First Order to come.