The Galactic Alliance Dominion of Belsavis

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: Surface of Belsavis
ALLIES: [member="Grim Vizsla"], [member="Fatty"], [member="Jan Valdum"], and the rest of #Rebellion
ENEMIES: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Dominik Borra"], and all of #GASucks
EQUIPMENT: in bio

Ghorua looked back to Grim with a slight smile on his face, hidden by his large helmet. He turned back to the encampment. He knew he was large, which was why he was holding so far back. It would be tough to spot him from so far away, and the shadow of the tree obscured his dark frame. He let his low voice crackle with static. His tone was playful, maybe even a little light-hearted. "Do I have... Of course I do! What good would a bomber be without any bombs?"

Under his cheery resolve, the massive being felt the gravity of the situation. He could save a lot of lives today, perhaps at the cost of his own. The thought scared him deeply. His edgy resolve wasn't helped by the sudden appearance of a saber-wielder in the ranks of the enemy. Royal purple. Ghorua hadn't seen that color yet, but he knew it was an oddity, reserved for stronger Jedi. Ghorua ground his sharp teeth under his helm, trying to keep his inner concerns quiet.

The mercenaries were to the left of the Alliance's front line, watching them from the side. The Jedi would be difficult, but the main problem would be dealing with the rest of the soldiers. Turning sharply, the Herglic reached to his bandolier, and palmed a long metal object, which he quickly expanded to it's full length, almost the size of his entire body. Ghorua held his saber-staff in both hands, and looked to Grim. "They've got a Forcie. I won't be able to do much against her, but I can buy some time. You want to go stealth, deal with the guns?

Ghorua looked out over the area, a sprint away from attacking. He felt the adrenaline, the fear that came with battle. He wanted it to start already. No more anticipation. No more fear. Just him, squaring off with a Jedi, and an entire army. What could go wrong?

 

[Zef Halo]

Allies: [member="Fatty"]; [member="Ghorua the Shark"]; [member="Jan Valdum"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance; [member="Taeli Raaf"]; [member="Dominik Borra"]
Location: Surface of Belsavis
Note: Tagging those relatively close to me.
Equipment: Signature

Grim nodded at the large Herglic's response, they would surely need arsenal to blow this things up if they couldn't disable them. But first, they had to pass through the forming battle lines of the Galactic Allaince. The Mandalorian utilized his integrated in his helmet binoculars to observe the enemy's movements. By the time he noticed the Jedi, the Herglic had already reacted to that.

The Vizsla watched as the Herglic prepared for what was to come next, taking out a saber staff from his invetory. Grim remained silent for a while, returning to observing the mobilization of the Galactic Alliance's forces. With the Coalition's forces being torn while trying to land, the Mandalorian following basic war strategy acknowledged the possibility of sweeping air strikes by the Galactic Alliance's air force upon crashed transports.

A simple sweep tactic.

"Stealth? Look again. They are almost done with their formation, orca." Grim shook his head before he continued. "We've gotta do this together, the Coalition militiamen are forming but they would be crushed. They ain't soldiers. We need to strike 'em at their core." The Mandalorian implied the Jedi."You ain't gonna be wrong to bet on a Mando when fighting Jedi. We've fought them since our existence and we've done pretty well. Now, we gotta move in closer before we end up being erased by sweeping bombing runs. Get closer and they risk friendly fire. They won't risk it."

He loaded his pulse rifle with a magazine of Sith killer rounds, Grim looked once again at the heart of the enemy - a purple lightsaber wielding female. It was hard to pass such a big paycheck even if it meant fighting the Jedi. Additionally, Grim relished the experience of engaging in combat with a force user.

 

[SirMayday]

Allies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] and other Coalition Forces/Mercenaries
Enemies: the Galactic Republic, [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Dominik Borra"]
Location: Belsavis Surface
Equipment: In Signature

Time stopped as the troop transports ramp started to lower. The troops seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the Republic forces to fire on them. Jan stood at the head of them as he took off his Blaster rifle off his back and lowered to a crouching position with the rifle to his shoulder. Jan and his troops didn´t move as the them ramp came down and exposed them to Belsavis. The Lortan Militia hesitated, not one wanting to be the first to step outside the ship. The sound of AA guns rumbled like a warning

¨....The Galactic Alliance is going to bomb any ares where ships land, I can guarantee that. You sure you want to stay in here?¨ Jan yelled to the the troops as he ran out of the ship and started to advance to the nearest cover. The Lortans soon followed with troops starting to take defensive positions around the landing site. Some manned the Land speeder with the repeating blaster cannon they brought. Jan whistled and waved his hand. He made a circling gesture and pointed to a group of rocks 150 feet away and slashed his hands towards it. The unit started to move together as artillery started to pound the location of where the ship landed. the troop transport burst into a ball of flames as one of the shells connected with it. Jan gave a silent prayer of thanks that he got the troops out in time. Ships started to come out of the air, and take shots at the troops. They were well beneath cover that the air strikes weren't doing much.....for now.When they formed up at the rock formation; Jan then connected to the any nearby Coalition Channels.

¨This is Unit 38, we have successfully landed and are moving to engage the closest AA guns.¨

¨........(Blast)..2..¨

¨..6....(yells and blaster fire)..¨

¨ Unit 38, this is Unit 41 we landed. Some guys got blown up by artillery and mortars, but we can still fight.¨ A clear voice came through.

¨Hello? Thank the Force. This is Unit 15. We crashed because of AA fire. We lost half our guys, they just got....blown up.¨ A voice said weakly.

¨Unit 15 and 41 got the location on any near AA guns?¨ Jan asked, his concern only with the mission.

¨Yeah Unit 38, we got a location near us. Thatś why we got shot down in the first place. I'm sending cords now. I want revenge on those kraks.¨

¨I agree with that let's kill some GA!¨

¨No, we need to coordinate." Jan said with disapproval in his tone. Jan then took the coordinates of the AA guns and put them on his HUD with a map. He took a minute to analyze the terrain and the location. Covering the western side of the AA gun location was a forest, and some scarce trees. To the south east thier was no cover except a hill. South was....well a kill zone. No cover....except for rocks and trees which could cover a few men but not a whole unit. Jan took a moment to analyze the map again. When he was satisfied there was noting else to see, Jan brought the coms back online.

"Unit 15, Unit 41 send me your locations. Don't worry the channel is secure." Jan said as his troops started to shuffle, getting antsy to engage anything. Jan waited until he got two new coordinate updates.

"Okay Unit 15 there is a forest south east of you position. Travel to it, and hold that position until further orders. Pick up any survivors on the way to replenish your numbers. Unit 41 there should be a hill a little north of you, take it and hold it too. Engage any GA in your path. Clear?"

"Yep" The voice said.

"Who put you in charge?" The persona asked, clearly not used to other superiors.

"I just did, do you have a plan?"

"............Understood"

Jan then got off the coms, and turned to his troops. He held his hand in the air.

"Who wants to kill some GA?"

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROROOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRR" As the Lortans all raised their hands to the sky.

"Good because we got some marching to do, form ranks!" Jan said as the unit started to travel from the South to the AA guns. Jan got into the land speeder beside the driver as the unit started to make it's way to the closest AA guns. The Unit started to come upon fire from airstrikes and artillery. It was going to be a long march.


Coalition Currently on way to AA guns:

A full Lortan Militia (66) Unit 38
A Standard Militia (79) Unit 41
A Standard Militia (47) Unit 15
Land Speeder with Repeating Blaster Cannon.
Note:These may increase or decrease before the next post because of survivors of crashed troop transports and airstrikes.

 

[Dominik Borra]

Location: Ground side AA Command Center, Sniping position
Allies: [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"] [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Enemies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Jan Valdum"] #CrushTheRebellion
Equipment: In Sig

Well. The Herglic from Bakura. That he wasn't prepared for. At first he thought it could have been another Herglic, standing in armor and trying to hide, but... that mastiff by his side. It almost tore into Dominik's body last time they met. Then someone else joined him and the oncoming mercenary army. The newcomer looked special, not just some random merc.

He heard the base doors open, and the marching of armor and boots on the ground. Not long before a squadron of GA troops came outside and started digging a trench, lining it with mortars and blaster turrets. This was going to be easier than he expected. Especially with the Jedi that stepped out with them, confident in stride and wielding a purple saber. Should he make himself known? Better now then later and have them fire at him, but.. He didn't want what happened in the mirrorverse happen again. Tapping into his comms on his helmet, he reached the frequency that he was given as a technician. He directed it to the Jedi, although it may have reached a few of her troops. "Don't be alarmed, and don't look back at the base, but I'm here to help. Perched up on a platform, I'll be your eyes and sniper."

 

[Ruby Wilded]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Trix Bastin"] @Ayme Katash [member="Avalore Eden"]

Her red cloak swayed back and forth as she entered the medical tent. The fight with the monster in the caves left many of the Alliance members scarred. Ruby escaped unharmed, still ready for action.

“Whose forces have landed?” he called.

"I can tell you that Master Voidstalker". Ruby stood at the entrance to his section. Which was blocked off by a curtain for privacy. The girl had tagged along with them to this base. No one had ever questioned who she was, or what intentions she held, or even for a name. She was a friendly by association. That served getting close to him. Ruby took her eyes off Jacen to look over Avalore. Taller, older, reeking of the Light. Ruby moved forward and returned her attention backed to the questioning man. "They are Ryker Kel of Javin's. He has brought an army of loyalists and mercenaries to fight you for dominance. If he can win and show his strength to the galaxy, others will join him. The Alliance is his test. Does that sate your question"? Ruby stood over the other side of his bed from the woman. Waiting on her own answer back.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Location: Medical Tent - surface of Belsavis
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: Everyone else

Trix jolted up to sitting position on the examination table, once again scrabbling for a weapon that was was not there.

Must of slept.

The overwhelming exhaustion that had dogged her earlier had faded to leave the normal, albeit bone aching, fatigue that followed a decent fight.

Her gaze flicked to take in the small group that had gathered in the tent.

Voidstalker, injured but alert. Eden, concern etched into the lines of her face, standing above him. Another unknown woman - the owner of the voice that had woken her - clad in striking red and black.

"...army of loyalists and mercenaries to fight you for dominance," the woman was saying. "If he can win and show his strength to the galaxy, others will join him. The Alliance is his test. Does that sate your question?"

"Army?"

Trix slid from the examination table. She slapped away the restraining arm of a nearby Healer's Assistant, ignoring the woman's surprised squeak.

"An army," she growled.

Trix strode towards the group, her bare feet slapping on the ground.

"I get mauled by those...things...trying to secure this backwater rock," she said. "And now some goddamn mercenaries are going to waltz in and plant a bloody flag?"

She stopped directly opposite Voidstalker. With a violent jerk she pulled the bandage wrapped around her arm free and tossed the blood streaked material aside.

"Screw that." Trix snarled. "If they wanted it, they should have come down earlier and bled for it."

She turned back around, fixing the stunned Healer's Assistant in her sights.

"I'd appreciate it," she told her. "If you could retrieve my armour."

 

[Avalore Eden]

Forward Ground Command - Medical Tent
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]

"Jacen..." Avalore hissed after the man as he struggled to his feet and, in typical Vodesnoider fashion, bullied his way back into things. The Healer heaved a sigh, fingers pressing to temple as she listened to the report by a young unknown woman, brown eyes shooting off to the left where Trix was in the process of pulling her own Vulpstoker.

She was surrounded by bulldogs. Each of them yanking at their figurative leashes, salivating over their next chance to battle.

Trix, at least, was in much better shape than her Master at the moment - who happened to be on a hefty dosage of drugs that would only now really be kicking in.

"Stop...stop," tersely, under her breath, Avalore moved to intercept Jacen, "look at you. You can't go back out there like this. You're going to get yourself killed."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Forward Ground Command - Medical Tent
[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]

Jacen came to an abrupt halt before the healer. Looking between her and his apprentice. His jaw was set defiantly, but he struggled to push a coherent argument from his mind to his lips.

Why are the strong-willed and pretty ones always taken? That rather out of place thought alerted him to the fact that several rather potent drugs were settling quite nicely in his system. Under different circumstances it would have been quite a pleasant buzz. A rather vacant expression made its way to his eyes.

Half a step was taken back and he perched his rear on the edge of the bed. "I was maybe being a little hasty with the whole 'being vertical' thing," he admitted.

"Trix, go with Ruby if you're good to go. But get me a tactical terminal, I want to know what's going on. Oh and my armour's in bits so get someone to leave a spare jacket and helmet."

Although he seemed to be acquiescing, Jacen has already turned his focus inwards. He wasn't the best with this skill; he'd carried out battlefield triage a few times. However, he was capable enough to try and slow the effects of some of the drugs he'd been administered.

And then perhaps he could slip out when Avalore wasn't paying attention and have to deal with her looking at him like that.

 

[Blackthorne]

Forward Ground Command - Entering Medical Tents
[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]

Wading through the growing frenzy of Medics, Healers and patients was a man of unassuming appearance. Draped in tattered traveler's garb and boasting a five 'o clock shadow, Brom Burnside might have and had been mistaken for a lost vagrant beggar of Belsavis on his way in. Disentangling himself from a concerned Nurse, the man slowly made his way back to where he heard tell that a certain Voidstalker was having his wounds tended.

Walking up and catching just the tail end of the exchange between Avalore and Jacen, Brom gently cleared his throat and offered a wane smile.

"You look as though you've been having fun," the Jedi remarked to Jacen, "heard you could use some help, so here I am. Fashionably late, I suspect."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Space Above Belsavis
Enemy: [member="Fatty"]
Allies: [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Berric Kelso"] | [member="Isar Kislo"]

Sable Squadron shrieked through the darkness of space, their black hulls no more visible than wraiths in winter fog. On their radar they could clearly see that the new fleet had engaged in combat.

Korr ground his teeth. He did not know their mission, nor their purpose here, but he could feel the animosity in the Force. Not malevolent, but determined. The same sort of determination he could feel from the Alliance fighters. The Dark Side did not befoul their ships, nor did any of them bear the familiar markings of the First Order.

Who are they?

No, no time for that now. They were invading, trying to tear down everything the Alliance had accomplished today. Korr could not allow that to happen. They had paid too dear a price already.

In the fog of war there often come moments of confusion, where a single question is posed: friend or foe? You don't know who they are, or what they are fighting for, or on which side but you know they are aiming weapons at you and your comrades. And in that moment there's a choice to be made. Do you fire, or do you hesitate?

Korr did not hesitate.

"Weapons free."

He brought his stealth X in for an attack run, the target a capital ship. Pulling up at the last second, Ryan deployed a pair of shadow bombs, each individually capable of ripping small corvettes in half. They fell toward the bridge's shield generators, guided only by the Force.

"Two away."

Behind him, Korr could feel another pilot unload his ordnance, the twin attacks coinciding in such a manner that Korr's bombs would hit, hopefully take out the shield generators, then the bombs from the second pilot would strike and eliminate the bridge.

Without a bridge the capital ship would be thrown into confusion, lacking any central command or leadership structure. Easy prey for the guns of the Alliance cruisers.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

@Jacen Voidstalker

Jacen was still stripped to the waist. There were several large dressings across the deepest wounds, but one gash was still angry and red. Avalore had been cleansing that last one before the news came in.

With a vacant smile on his face Jacen waves up and down to encompass his torso. "Heh, you should see the other...terentatek." That last word seemed to carry more weight than the ones before.

Voidstalker looked equally confused and annoyed. If he didn't fight, someone else could well die because of it. At the same time he knew he could fight on with a broken body, but to go out there before being sound of mind could hurt a lot of people.

"Just need to moment for the room to stop spinning," he. mumbled

 

[SirMayday]

Allies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] and other Coalition Forces/Mercenaries
Enemies: the Galactic Republic, [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Dominik Borra"]
Location: Belsavis Surface
Equipment: In Signature

Their march seemed like it would never end. Artillery pounded everywhere, and airstrikes came from the sky every 5 minutes. They lost a good squad of soldiers already. At first, they used to shoot up on the sky whenever the airstrikes seemed to come, with little to no results. The Land Speeder had taken one of the fighters down, but they kept on coming. There was no ending to the resistance, the bombs, the AA guns firing in to the sky. Yet they moved on, because Jan's troops finally understood, what their mission truly was.

At first, they just wanted to kill, to fight the GA and be victorious. Yet, they saw transports burst into flames and troops fall from the sky to the planet surface. They saw hundreds of brothers die, without even seeing the enemy. Their mission wasn't to kill anymore, but to save. They took out those AA guns, and they would save their brothers by providing their brothers a safe place to land. So they moved on, like Banthas on the Dunes they started to stop reacting to their environment. To the bombs, shells, and AA fire. They didn't react when others where blown to pieces or vaporized before them Unit 38 moved towards the ever firing AA guns, their constant fire getting louder and louder as they closed upon the objective. Jan smiled under his helmet as his men started to become less like men...and more like ruthless machines. This he could work with.

"We are almost there, steady your aim and shoot true. We have no idea of what we exactly face, but we will be ready!" Jan shouted to his men.

Coalition Currently on way to AA guns:

A full Lortan Militia (58) Unit 38
A Standard Militia (79) Unit 41
A Standard Militia (49) Unit 15
Land Speeder with Repeating Blaster Cannon.
Note:These may increase or decrease before the next post because of survivors of crashed troop transports and airstrikes.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Defensive line protecting the AA guns
Allies: [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Loske Matson"] @Anika Od'Mantiev [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] and other GA forces
Enemies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Equipment: In signature

"All units deployed, Master Raaf," the captain of her troops said. 300 men were dug in, and more would likely be showing once the other commanders and Jedi had redeployed to deal with the new enemy force. "Enemy formation is heading our way."

"Fire at will is the order of the day," she said. "We can't have any breaks in the line. I want those enemy forces to be under so much fire they can't move out of their positions without getting blasted."

"Yes ma'am," the captain said, going off to give out her commands over his helmet mic. Taeli heard the sniper over her comlink, and without looking back or otherwise acknowledging it, she said to him, "Pick off any enemies that look like they might be commanders. Take out weapons, anything you think that will be prove detrimental to them."

There was a rush of thunks from the second line of men as they began firing off their mortars, directly at the forces under [member="Jan Valdum"]. The men with the E-Webs also began turning their weapons to bear on that position, unloading streams of energy bolts. That still only accounted for 100 men, the other 200 men were dug in and waiting for enemy forces that got close enough to assail the position. Taeli herself was waiting to see if an enemy commander actually made themselves present in some way or if she was personally attacked.

She was curious why this mercenary force was attacking now though. Were they a second Vanguard wave? Opportunists? Were they tricked into attacking the GA forces here as they consolidated the sector? They hadn't thought too much about this operation though, it seemed hasty and ill-advised since Alliance naval forces and ground forces were in heavy numbers on Belsavis.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Location: Medical Tent - surface of Belsavis
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Brom Burnside"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: Everyone else

By the time Trix had strapped her battered armour back into place and secured a tactical terminal for Voidstalker another stranger had joined the small gathering in the tent. A human male, tall, dark haired and clad in dusty traveller's leathers. Friendly enough judging from his interaction with Voidstalker. Though Trix knew, after spending several months in the company of Galactic Alliance Jedi, that a ready smile didn't translate to mercy on a killing field.

"Got the terminal," she interjected, not expecting a reply. Voidstalker was too busy tripping out on a cocktail of 'spawn juice and meds to be coherent.

And that is a high I ain't keen on repeating.

Trix flicked her gaze to the two strangers. With Voidstalker down for the count, and Katash still lurking lost beneath the earth, she was more than short of allies.

"I'm heading out," she told them. "They're calling for more bodies on the line."

Trix turned to Eden as if to speak, hesitated, and settled for dipping her head in an uncharacteristic show of respect.

Then, saber hilt clasped tightly in one hand, she stalked from the tent and back into the fight.

 

[SirMayday]

Allies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] and other Coalition Forces/Mercenaries
Enemies: the Galactic Republic, [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Dominik Borra"]
Location: Belsavis Surface
Equipment: In Signature

Coalition Currently in the first wave against AA Guns

A full Lortan Militia (58) Unit 38
A Standard Militia (77) Unit 41
A Standard Militia (54) Unit 15
Land Speeder with Repeating Blaster Cannon.
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"Unit 41!" Jan shouted after taking cover behind a rock from enemy fire.

"Yeah Unit 38?"

"Get about 50 men to come out from behind that hill and charge the front line. then send the rest to join my Unit." Jan asked.

"Are you kraking kidding me? They will be slaughtered. Send your own men!" an angry voice replied

"I'm sending 20 of my men and a LandSpeeder."

"Why? That will do nothing! what the force is your plan? Bring our men to the enemy so they could be killed easier?"

"No, they will break the enemy line."

"How?"

"......Sacrifice is needed to win this battle. Your men and yourself dedicated thier lives to the coalition. Will you deny them the right to earn their chance to die for it?"

"Your kraking insane! No!"

"Would you prefer hanging back and getting torn apart by artillery, airstrikes, and motors? will you tell your men that they will wait and hold their position while their allies and brothers get blown out of the sky?"

".........Your a heartless man.How could you sleep at night?"

"No, I'm currently a military leader with a plan, and issuing you orders. Will you comply? Or do I need someone else to follow the order?”

"........My men will charge.....krak you."

Jan turned and switched his coms to Unit 15

“Unit 15 status?”

“We picked up a few stragglers and a squad, but we still aren't a lot….damn we are going to die.”

“Not yet, don’t join the first charge. Wait to charge a few moments after the first wave does."

“What’s the signal?”

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

Jan changed the coms to the Unit 38 channel.

"What is about to happen you may not agree with, but it is necessary. We don't have many options. We are low on men. We can't charge our position without being slaughtered. We can't stay here or we will be torn apart by motors. So we need to make sacrifices. I am honored by the volunteers that decided to join this op. I have your last words recorded in my microcomputer, and I'll make sure they get to your family and loved ones." Jan said over the channel to the 20 volunteers."

"You are honorable men.....and I wish I was like you." Jan said quietly over the channel. The troops all laying on the ground or behind any cover were silent.

"This is it......Charge!"

The 19 troops and Stajax ,driving the Land speeder, advanced onto the enemy position. Soon 50 soldiers from Unit 41 joined them as they charged towards the enemy line. Men seemed to fall every second they came upon the enemy. Mortars rained upon them and E-Webs fired on them with no mercy. The Lortans used their shields generators on themselves to try and cover the Land speeder as much as they could, until their shields gave out and they too fell. It was artistic, as the men died on the lush planet. Probably the most beautiful place they have ever seen, and they die upon it.

When they came upon the enemy line, only 14 of the 70 were left, including the Lands speeder. 13 men laid down to the ground flattening themselves as much as they can as the Speeder, raced ahead of them right into the enemy line.

6 minutes before ....​

So the problem with facing a huge army, technologically advanced, better trained, and possibly having jedi in their ranks is that most will consider it suicide. Those people will be right. So, how do you fight something like that? Easy. You don't play by the rules. You don't attack with honor. You don't consider your actions and how they might be seen.

So when the motors started to come down on Jan's troops and the streams of energy flowed at them Jan knew he couldn't charge at them full head on without a plan. So Jan decided to improvise.

Jan got out of the Landspeeder and took cover behind it while his troops fell to the ground and started to shoot off at the enemy. Jan turned to a Lortan who had trouble holding his weapon, which was almost bigger than the top half of his body.

"What's your name soldier?"

"....St...Stajax sir!"

"Stajax we are in a tough situation here, and many of your brothers in arms will die. But you have the chance to stop that."

"How sir?!"

"Are you afraid to die? Because if you agree to this you will most likely die soldier. I would not hold it against you if you refuse."

“Will it get us victory sir?!”

“No, but it gives us a chance.”

".......I'm ready sir!"

"Good, here's what I'm going to ask you to do......"

Currently.....​

Stajax licked his lips as he came upon the enemy line. He activated the 2 gravity grenades strapped right underneath his feet......right next to the napalm and thermal grenades. 6 seconds till detonation. Stajax then turned off the energy shield strapped to the LAnd Speeder. Stajax closed his eyes and thought of his family and and loved ones back on his home world. He did this for them, they had to stop the GA from using the Super weapon. Stajax smiled as the timer on the grenade went to zero, and the Landspeeder vaulted over the first enemy line.

A few hundred meters away Jan and the combined force of Unit 38 and Unit 41 watched as the improvised LandSpeeder exploded on the enemy line. The gravity grenades literally smashing GA soldiers to a pulp, the armed napalm grenades ,set off by gravity grenades and exploding LandSpeeder, washed over anything 3 meters from the blast, the thermal detonators.....well they were there for overkill. Motors stopped firing as confusion and turmoil spread through the ranks.

Jan looked to the West and saw Unit 15 charging in strong.

"Charge!" Jan yelled over the coms as the combined Unit 38 and 41 rushed towards the first devastated enemy line. Jan pulled BTI-CC14 into his hands and ran in the middle of the force, trying to hide himself among the troops. Ha felt no regret over what he did....but he would honor those men by giving their recorded messages to their families and loved ones. He owed them that.

Jan and his force began to engage the confused GA troops.

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Coalition Currently in the Second Wave against AA Guns

A Lortan Militia and remnants of Unit 41 (79)
A Standard Militia (54) Unit 15


Note:Used all the Gravity Grenades I could carry. No more of those.

 

[Fatty]

Allies - Members of the Oversector Coalition, and hired Mercenaries such as [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Vex Kumud"], [member="The Executor"], [member="Kuvantu"], [member="Gulliver Foyle"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Enemies - The Galactic Alliance, like [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Berric Kelso"], [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"], [member="Loske Matson"]
Location - Above Belsavis

The Governor of Javin had destroyed one alliance fighter, at the same time that the shield generator went down on a nearby frigate. Momentarily his attention was caught off guard as the explosion went off, followed by the flickering static that indicated a shield was attempting to be online but couldn't due to the damage it had just received from such a devastating weapon. It was at this moment, that his Squadron reacted, but it was too late. A second bomb struck through the central bridge of that capital ship, vaporizing all of the good men on board.

He knew someone on that bridge, and now that someone was dead.

"Riverbasin watch your tail!" Caveman exclaimed as Ryker realized a fighter was behind him, who began to open fire just as he pulled the yolk to his left, pushing the momentary grief out of his mind. A stray bolt struck against his aft shields. Seconds later, Caveman was able to catch that fighter off guard firing bolts of his own at the Alliance pilot, who responded by flipping his ship in the opposite direction. Caveman now chased him down, while Ryker lazily corkscrewed around. Whoever crippled that frigate was skilled, far more skilled than he was... and he was dangerous and needed to be dealt with. Some way, somehow he had to find some way of getting to that pilot.

The transports were away, nearing the last of them. Interceptors would be enroute to stop those saboteurs most likely, he only hoped they had the skill to put up a fight.

"Atlas Squadron, form up. Transports are away, and we've got a crippled frigate... let's turn this around and get one of theirs! Riverbasin, you know what to do. Everyone else, keep fighters off his tail." Refocused on a new task, Ryker blasted through space towards an Alliance Capital ship.

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A band of Lortan militiamen find themselves away from the Flashpoint by the AA Towers between the Mercenary and the Jedi. Instead, the commander of this Unit, Maxicar Rudge, nearly crashed landed his transports with his men. They had enough to unload the ordinance they had been preparing for the past several days. Mortor cannons strapped onto the back of two Landspeeders. They seemed to be a favorite of late. It was much obviously, but it was all they could muster with such a short man supply. Another nearby militia also joined them, as they approached the plans known that lead to the Esh-Ka tunnels.

There was no way of knowing what sort of resistance they would be facing, but from the explosions in the sky, and blaster fire zipping by every which way... no matter what it was it wasn't going to be pretty. There was one thing bugging him however, that put a bit of worry into his heart. The Mercenary that was in the process of being hired, under the name [member="Gulliver Foyle"] had not yet given orders... or any indications at all that he was down here... or if he would be at all.

Rudge would do what he could with what he had available.

Using macrobinoculars, he scanned for what forces lay in way in the distance... [member="Elaine Thul"].

 

[Dominik Borra]

Allies - GA, [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies - [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Location - Balsavis, Sniper

He checked through his scope after getting a reply from the Jedi. Good, she wasn't going to argue and question who he was. Most amateurs would think he was an enemy, and he was glad she wasn't one of those. "I see two by a tree about half mile out. Herglic and a humanoid." He reported to her, letting her know that there were bigger players far off. He didn't need to let her know of the approaching army. Artillery and bombers were tearing them apart, and he took out a few soldiers who were actually making headway to the front line despite all the death flying for them.

Then something that seemed absurd to him happened. Around 70 men split off for the main group, headed around the hills... then charged. With reckless abandon they stormed the line. "Incoming! 2 O' clock! Suicide run!" He turned his rifle and started firing at the men. They fell easily, but were guarding a landspeeder. "Landspeeder incoming, probably as a bomb! Get your men out of the right flank and focus that speeder!" He fired at the oncoming vehicle, but struck him squarely in the head before he detonated, utterly destroying a part of the trench. "Shit..." He looked back at the main force. Looking at the crater wouldn't help anything.

"Their frontline is advancing!" He scanned the force, dropping men where he could. Anybody that stood out, anybody... There. All in brown armor, glowing orange eyes. The leader. He took aim, then fired at his head.

 

[Elaine Thul]

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A band of Lortan militiamen find themselves away from the Flashpoint by the AA Towers between the Mercenary and the Jedi. Instead, the commander of this Unit, Maxicar Rudge, nearly crashed landed his transports with his men. They had enough to unload the ordinance they had been preparing for the past several days. Mortor cannons strapped onto the back of two Landspeeders. They seemed to be a favorite of late. It was much obviously, but it was all they could muster with such a short man supply. Another nearby militia also joined them, as they approached the plans known that lead to the Esh-Ka tunnels.

There was no way of knowing what sort of resistance they would be facing, but from the explosions in the sky, and blaster fire zipping by every which way... no matter what it was it wasn't going to be pretty. There was one thing bugging him however, that put a bit of worry into his heart. The Mercenary that was in the process of being hired, under the name [member="Gulliver Foyle"] had not yet given orders... or any indications at all that he was down here... or if he would be at all.

Rudge would do what he could with what he had available.

Using macrobinoculars, he scanned for what forces lay in way in the distance... [member="Elaine Thul"].

She was readying her men for battle, against some invader. She was unsure who they were, or were they had come from. Though she figured this was why [member="Taeli Raaf"], told her not to stand down. She hoped to get better information, on what was going on. She looked at her commander, send out the scouts she had platoons of them in total. They head out to try and make contact with the new force present, and then to report back. They would only engage if they need to, as information was more important at the moment. as they head out she had the majority of her troops hidden in tunnels. Though she did have defensive line of heavy weapons, ready in case they were rushed. This was total of four thul infantry companies, they had forty thul reapers and twenty H.T.E. Gl MkI on the that line. Then just behind them were five howitzers, getting ready to bombard the enemy once located by the scouts.
She also had hundred and thirty housecarls, protecting her, only forty of these were dressed in power armour, as she had lost ten of them in the tunnels. Others were equipped similarly to the line infantry. They were currently getting fresh batteries, and ammo reloads from there non power armoured brethren.

She waited anxiously for word from her scouts, or central command..........

 

[Avalore Eden]

Forward Ground Command - Medical Tents
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

"And I wasn't being a little serious," Avalore replied, picking up a gauze pad and soaking it in alcohol as she waited for Jacen to give out his orders. Tension in the Healer's face dissipated somewhat as she glanced to [member="Trix Bastin"], now suited up and ready to go. The look from the Padawan was not missed and grew on her own face a solemn frown, "Be safe..." she said after her, though doubted the girl had even heard.

Avalore looked back to the swab in her hand, cold to the touch as the alcohol evaporated, and knew that somewhere here in her grasp was a metaphor be to found between the pain this little piece of gauze would make in order cleanse wounds of bacteria and infection and the pain caused by cleansing this planet of its corruption and insurgent bacteria. Jaw set, she turned back to Jacen and leaned in with a stern glare, "I will cuff you to this bed if I have to Jacen Voidstalker." If it were Gabe or Stali they'd be getting the same treatment, though Stali would likely take the bait far more readily. All three of them were much the same in their stubbornness to find and create new ways to mangle their bodies.

Plap. Alcohol-soaked gauze met open wound.

There came the sound of another voice at her back but she was too distracted tending to her patient to look.

"This wound is very deep," she said while inspecting it, "you're not going anywhere until it's sealed up. Send your friend here to help your Padawan, she won't be running on all cylinders either."

 

[Blackthorne]

"Terentatek..." Brom frowned, looking Jacen over with a keen eye and a thoughtful grumble. He should have been there to help. He could have helped. Too little, too late and nothing left to do for it but only what he could.

Stoney eyes settled upon the figure of the Healer as she stepped between them, wincing at her firm administrative technique of cleanser to wound. The tone of her last words caused the Jedi to raise his brow. Hands clasped at his back he leaned off on his right foot to look around her at Jacen, "I am inclined to do as the Lady says, unless you have a better plan, Marshall?"