The Galactic Alliance Dominion of Belsavis

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: BELSAVIS, CLOSE TO THE AA GUNS
ALLIES: [member="Fatty"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Grim Vizsla"]
ENEMIES: [member="Elaine Thul"], [member="Dominik Borra"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], just to name a few.
EQUIPMENT: in bio

Ghorua the Shark smiled savagely to Grim. "True. I don't like our odds against so many soldiers. We'll have to..." The Hunter stopped when he saw Valdum's forces reposition for an attack. The colossus motioned to the movement, and nodded. "I would say now is a good time to start our charge." Bones yipped at her master's ankles, ready for some dirty maneuvers.

Ghorua stood up to his full height, well over three meters, and turned to the Republic forces, now preoccupied by Jan and his men. The Herglic's body tensed with anticipation, muscles rippling under his plated armor. "Alright, they're trenched in, so use what grenades you got. And remember, don't fire until you see the white's of... Oh, kark it!"

His saber-staff in one hand, his other hovering over his bandolier, Ghorua and his Massiff charged forward. They were quite a ways away, but Ghorua moved surprisingly fast. His muscle, combined with his forward momentum, catapulted him forward. At one point in his run, he bowled over a young tree, smashing it to splinters.

As the explosion from the speeder rocked the GR forces, Ghorua had gotten within a stone's throw of the enemy. The hunter's advance slowed as he pulled a grenade from his bandolier, and chucked it towards the first entrenchment he saw. The gas grenade went off, spewing a sickly green vapor into a sizable group of the defending force. They began to hack and cough, their respiratory systems slowly shutting down.

With a roar that shook the earth, the ten-foot Herglic activated Trident, the sky-blue sheen of the blade casting a strangely cheery light over the black-plated monstrosity. Bones bayed behind his bellow, giving it an intimidating overtone. He wasn't quite to the line of soldiers yet, and was sure to take some fire coming his way, but he was ready for it, as he began his charge again. "Let's have some fun!" he yelled, preparing to go toe-to-toe with the army's flank.

 

[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; Besides The Shark
Note: Tagging those relatively close to me.
Equipment: Signature

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C2K889u_90​

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War.

Battle.

Could be summed in one word.

Mandalorian.


As the Galactic Alliance troops mobilized to defend their precious Anti-Air turrets, a company sized army engaged the Alliance's forces and interrupted the Herglic's initial thoughts. As far as he read the data regarding the mercenaries hired that was supposed to be a man named Jan Valdum. The Herglic, Ghorua, the Mandalorian knew his name, had his thoughts replaced with a call to charge. That was all Grim needed to hear. The large mercenary dashed at surprising speed, a dangerous trait for a massive foe such as that one. The Aliit'buir of Clan Vizsla did not wait at all as he propelled himself forward with his gravboots towards the entrenched Alliance forces.

"Got it, they won't know what hit 'em." Grim said flying like a superman a few feet besides the charging armored Ghorua.

His indicators on his HUD flashed at the sudden explosion, as it was different than the already passed information of the mortars, the HUD revealed to him in the distance a napalm explosion from one of the speeders that had accompanied the company led by Valdrum. The man's whole strategy seemed quite suicidal but it definitely helped the efforts of Ghorua and Grim, as the mortars and heavy repeating blasters had been turned to face the company and were heavily firing upon them.

Ghorua made the first move as a grenade flew from his hand at the trench, the HUD registered a toxin and Grim was sure about it due to some coughs being so loud they could be heard in the midst of the raging firefight that was going on. Grim took one of his napalm grenades, timing it to explode when it hits. Hurling it accurately as much as he could, it blazed and lit Galactic Alliance troops on fire. The napalm's hard to extinguish property would be certainly of an advantage.

His paragon personal shield and armor durability were ready for the retaliation as both mercenaries continued their charge towards the flank of the enemy's army.

"Let's have some fun!"

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Brom Burnside"]

Jacen scrunched up his face as pain blossomed at the touch of the cleansing swab. He sighed, muscles visibly relaxing as he settled his thoughts, allowing the pain to wash over him without catching hold.

Meeting Avalore's eyes he permitted himself a small smile. "You might be the first person around here she hasn't instantly taken a dislike to."

"Go, keep her safe. She's not always prone to take her time over decisions," he said to Brom with a shrug. "We're working on it."

His attention returned to the work Avalore was doing. "No need for cuff. It's one thing to put my body on the line, but I can't trust my own faculties at the moment. If I can't trust my decisions, I can't put myself somewhere that could hurt someone."

Not being cuffed also meant that when those drugs had been purged from his system he could get out of here. "I just want to monitor. If the front heads this way I'll need to help us evac."

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Direct Opponent comedancewithmebby ~ [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] against your NPC's
NPCs : 200x Omega Pyre Shadow Masters and PMC soldiers. Belsavis is a Prison world for Omega Pyre. They are just here for flavor in the background because I cannot be arsed to do math. Feel free to have some of them get hurt and pretend that a few are flying by going whoooosssh! And then more pew pew pew!

Spoiler: NPCs scattered in the background

• 4x Inimica-class Heavy Gunship (Heavy Assault)
• 4x Peregrine-class Gunship (Anti-Infantry)

• 3x C/T 400 Troop Transport (AWACS)
• 3x M47 Illria-class Dropship (Combat Dropship)

• 4x Urban Recon Walker (Light Walker)
• 3x Dreadwalker Mk. I (Heavy Walker)
• 200x HBD-300 Droid Series (Various Battle Droids)

• PGV-35 Tauntaun (Support Defense Vehicle) 5x setting up shop
• Typhoon-class Artillery (Long-Range Artillery) 2x

• Electrostatic Gel Launcher to be spewed at anything electronic

Location: Surface of Belsavis

Spoiler: Gear:

My amazing personality is my number one weapon!
And my right hook.

Armor

• Asheran Armorweave Armor

Weapons

• Mk I Omega Boltgun & Special Ammunition
• Tir Stunner Thigh holster
• Czerka Fighting Knife Boot clipped
• Wrist dart bolter with 5x BA-K177 Browncoat Kamino Darts on right wrist
• AI-Wrist Blaster Left wrist
• Telescopic stun grenade staff on back
• Force Imbued Disc-blade on lower back

So much for sitting down for a conference call with PharmaTech.

Her smile froze when alarms went shrieking through the compound. There was a faint flash of irritation that swept over Aeron's face; it was either that or constipation. No, no, definitely was the former. Irritation.

"Forgive me, seems I have a bit of situation over here..." Maybe they could get some of the guards to reign it in? No, unfortunate affair really, because that was when the orbiting station fielded by Commander Od'Manteiv sent down an alert.

"How about I send you the terms and we can discuss this later?" Aeron would suggest. It was a good thing Saffron was amiable to such terms. If there was an concern down by Omega Pyre's compound, then there could very well be one along the areas where the agriculture fields were at.

"Sorry for the short meeting." Aeron wasn't one known for being too polite, but she did try her best. Right now, things were a bit crazy and she rather know what in the blazes was going on.

Maybe knock some heads.

As Belsavis was a former Protectorate world and still Omega Pyre's prison world, there were defenses set in place to ensure the local area would remain safe. The outer perimeter forces would be the ones to handle any requests of aid from the Alliance. That would take time for them to reach with their airsupport. A good defensive line is what they were going to set up.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Trix Bastin"]

"Kel's forces arn't going to wait for us. I'll head out and help take care of the... problems. Don't strain yourself Master Voidstalker, and take care". Ruby pushed off from the bedside with a spin of her cloak. She looked at [member="Brom Burnside"] as she stepped on. "See you at the front". A smile of confidence seen for a brief moment before she stepped past the curtain and out of sight.

Ruby left the medical tent. Taking a brief moment to look for the girl who left earlier. Voidstalker asked her to accompany with Ruby, but it seemed it would be the other way around. She was easy to spot with that platinum blonde hair. Ruby wasted no time in perusing. With a jog she caught up in no time. "So Trix is it. Voidstalker wants us to work together. Names Ruby". A hand extended towards Trix. Seeking a return of the gesture of respect.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Location: Belsavis Surface
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Brom Burnside"] [member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: Everyone else

Trix had crossed halfway to the defensive line when the woman in red and black jogged up.

"So Trix is it?" she said, casual as anything. "Voidstalker wants us to work together. Name's Ruby."

Trix felt her lips twist.

There anything Voidstalker doesn't want?

Ruby extended a hand in greeting, apparently forward as anything as well.

Trix considered the hand, letting the offer stretch until it was almost uncomfortable. Finally she shifted her rifle and briefly clasped it. She was going to have to adjust to this nonchalant camaraderie sooner or later. And the 'later' was entirely dependent on her surviving the next few minutes.

As though triggered by the thought, the defensive line to one side of the pair abruptly buckled.

Trix spun about as a violent explosion tore through a section of the line.

A ball of flame ballooned upwards in an expanding cloud, followed by the vibrating crump of impact. Soldiers flew skywards like rag dolls, limbs and lives evaporating in an instant. They seemed to hang in the air for a suspended moment of ear ringing silence, tiny black specks highlighted in perfect detail against a flaming backdrop.

The moment ended. Bodies slapped sickly back to the earth. Blood fountained. White bone tore through paper thin flesh. And a rolling wave of heat, dust and despair rippled across the surface.

Trix ducked her head and sprinted forwards to meet it. She didn't look for Ruby, trusting that the other woman had stayed at her left shoulder.

Up ahead, amongst the chaos, a purple lightsaber was visible. A veritable beacon to all within eyesight.

The GADF marines were somehow rallying around it. They pulled stunned and wounded comrades to their feet, discipline borne from thousands of hours of training snapping to the fore despite the destruction.

Trix charged the last few meters across the surface directly into their midst. Smoke scorched her nostrils and eyes, biting deeply in her throat as she opened her mouth and screamed a challenge.

A hush fell over the group as the dust swirled.

Then an answering roar, building as hundreds of voices formed a chorus, before the Rebels swarmed out of the cloud, over the dead and into the fight.

 

[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"] [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Jan Valdum"]
Equipment: In signature

NPC Troops: 30 dead, 17 wounded = 253 GA troops left

When the enemy started escorting the landspeeder towards the GA line, Taeli had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good thing at all. The men escorting were getting mowed down by the GA troops' fire, but they kept coming. She had to admire the stubbornness of their advance, but it was also kinda silly. They were losing a lot of men moving the speeder here... and then once it was in position it explode.

Shrapnel and flames spilled in a several meters of the speeder, throwing bodies left and right and it was a clearly a signal to attack as all the enemy rush in towards the line, some from the west, the others from where the enemy landspeeder had advanced from. The giant Herglic in armor started running towards them, along with his smaller buddie and they were chucking grenades at the Alliance first line. Sickly yellow smoke filled part of the trench, along with some napalm.

And then the enemy hit the first line, pushing the GA forces back... towards the second line of troops that were now more karked off at the enemy than before. Taeli cracked her neck and appraised the situation before she led the counter. Roughly 120 men were attacking with the mercenaries, she had lost about 30 men in the attack, not counting wounded.

"Reinforcements on the way from the local Omega Pyre base, eta a few minutes ma'am," the captain said, taking a pot shot at an enemy militia member.

"Alrighty, take 50 men from the second line and reinforce our left flank against that enemy militia, the rest of us... we're going to envelop the enemy formation. Move out."

With that, all 200 men from the second line charged out, firing blaster bolts and throwing their own grenades at the enemy formation while the remaining 60 or so men from the first line moved to the right, so when the enemy charge arrived, they would be facing 150 men from the front and 60 on their flank. Taeli was leading the counterattack, her eyes on the big Herglic and her powers reaching out to the joints of the Herglic's armor. She had always been the one to say use as little force as possible to bring an enemy down, and this would be no exception. Full body armor was nice... but when a Jedi is reaching out to crush the joints of the armor around the knees and elbows with the power of the Force, full armor became nothing more than a hindrance.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Allies: [member="Berric Kelso"] | [member="Loske Matson"]
Location: Space over Belsavis
Enemy: [member="Fatty"]

There are key differences between a squadron full of stealth Xs conducting a solo attack on the bridge of a capital ship and a regular squadron of X-wings attempting to do the same thing. First, the payload differences offered a rather difficult quagmire. The Jedi Shadow Bombs capable of splitting corvettes in half were available to, surprise, Jedi. It seemed unlikely that the Coalition would have managed to get their hands on some, let alone be able to use them, since the unguided warheads required guidance through the Force or else were next to useless. Second and most importantly, stealth Xs are more or less invisible to radar and almost undetectable to the naked eye, giving them high survivability against capital ships that didn't know what was hitting them. The same could not be said for the squadron of Coalition X-wings flying straight for the nearest Alliance capital ship.

All the point-defense weaponry that ship could bring to bear focused in on the approaching ships. The Coalition might manage to hit them with a few proton torpedoes, perhaps drop the forward shields significantly. But they would pay dearly for it.

Sable Squadron, for its part, continued to use the same tactics that had proven successful on the next largest enemy capital ship. Cut the head off the serpent... and pray it wasn't a hydra.

* * *

Meanwhile, Admiral Sieb Tevv stared with wide black eyes out the viewport. "Weapon? I do not understand. Please explain, who are you, why are you attacking us?"

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: SURFACE OF BELSAVIS
ALLIES: [member="Fatty"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Grim Vizsla"], and the rest of the Coalition
ENEMIES: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Trix Bastin"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], to name a few
EQUIPMENT: in bio

Ghorua had gotten time to charge into the enemy's flank at this point. Saberstaff drawn, he hacked, slashed, and bludgeoned his way through soldiers. Plenty of them had gotten shots in, peppering his tough armor with laser bolts. Each shot warmed a part of his torso, but he felt no pain. One bolt had struck a gap in his shoulder plate, striking into his body-glove and thick skin and blubber. The shot stung, but didn't hurt him otherwise. The man that shot, however, was quickly dispatched, the phrik staff in Ghorua's hand slamming into the guy's chest, crumpling his upper body over into his lower, and sending the lifeless corpse into the repositioning enemy forces.

The men in front of him began to step back, and ran to join with the main force. Ghorua was about to give chase when he felt something uncomfortable at the edges of his armor. Only a slight twinge at first, the Herglic felt the joints in his armor begin to drag his explosive speed down. His suit had no stabilizers, no hinges, nothing but his muscle to move him, so it didn't inconvenience him too much, but the uncomfortable change was noted.

Ghorua swiveled slightly, and smiled under his helmet. The Jedi had chosen him to duel, it seemed. The Hunter kept his eyes on the Jedi, his armor's joints becoming more and more of a hindrance. He comm'd Grim. "I've got the Jedi's attention. Start the mayhem."

Ghorua decided against charging the Jedi and her force. He planted his feet affirmatively, and reached behind his back, pulling out his favorite blaster, a rotary cannon by the name of "The Spinster". This was the exact kind of situation she was meant for: Lots of enemies that had just abandoned their defensible cover. The Bounty Hunter began to spin the barrels, the whir droning under the sound of chaos. And then he fired.

A wall of red blaster bolts began to spray out towards Taeli's forces. Ghorua actively chose targets farther away from the master, so she couldn't deflect them. Ghorua smiled as he saw men begin to fall. Bones crouched behind Ghorua, ready to pounce should the need arise. Come and get me, he seemed to say, circumventing the need to move his joints. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

 

[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



Jan had always known the possibility of a sniper. Every defensive position likely had a sniper, so Jan kept his head low and scanned for anything out of the ordinary. He then saw three lasers seem to triangulate on a man then he was shot right through the forehead, and Jan quickly started moving. Jan zoomed with his helmet, above the GA forces and over the AA guns firing into the sky.

Jan quickly holstered his rifle and took out his E-11 sniper rifle. Jan switched to thermal and started looking for the sniper. It took Jan 9 seconds to find him. Unfortunately for Jan, the sniper found him too. Jan saw a flash of red flick on his HUD, and knew it was one of the triangulating lasers he seen shoot his troops. Jan quickly grabbed a Lortan and pulled him in front of him while activating his shield, the adrenaline shot he took before battle giving him the reflexes to quickly turn on the personal shield on his belt just in time where Jan saw a shot from the sniper's location hit the shield. Jan aimed the rifle over the Lorlortan's shoulder and shield and aimed, held his breath, and fired. The shot skidded a couple inches to the right of the sniper. Jan switched postitions over the Lortan's other shoulder and fired. He didn't know if he hit the sniper, but he think he saw a shot connect or glance off the sniper's left arm. The sniper then rolled away from sight before Jan could get another shot off. Jan let off another warning shot in the last sniper's position, just to warn him he wasn't the only crack shot around.

"JEDI!"

Jan immediately lost focus of the sniper and saw some of the standard militia in the army start to run away after they had overrun the first enemy line. Jan looked forward and saw ajedi with a purple lightsaber advancing upon thier middle.

"Get back here! The snipers and motors will get you!" Jan shouted at the man as he still took cover behind the Lortan. Some listened, but a few men ran off. Their morale had broken from the bomb, and the tremendous amount of GA forces.

"You muthe." Jan started to say over the coms.

Suddenly a huge object ran past Jan and ran towards the front line. It immediately started whacking, and bashing Ga forces that had just charged. It took Jan a sec to recognize who it was. they had met at the briefing and once before that. [member="Ghorua the Shark"] an acquaintance he made on a botched prison breakout they were hired to do.(where the prisoner broke out without any help......yep). Jan laughed and immediately broadcasted his coms.

"Don't worry people the Teorrist is here!" Jan shouted to everyone near him. He got a couple weird looks from his men. Jan coughed and started to advance up mid with Ghorua.

Jan immediately started to run to Ghorua when he heard another soldier shout "Jedi!"

"MORE!?" Jan shouted as he dropped to the ground and started to throw napalm grenades over Ghorua. Jan zoomed in with his helmet and saw two other Jedi now added to the one with the purple lightsaber. Great! Jan then noticed the troops had maneuvered around his force, cutting his force almost off. They almost had him encircled.

"Move! Link up with Unit 15! start moving to the right and crunch those 50 troops between us and Unit 15." Jan shouted over the coms. The militia soon started moving towards the 50 GA forces engaging Unit 15 from the West. The GA force soon started to noticed they were being pushed from behind and were being overwhelmed. The main force and the flanking force didn't know what to do with Ghorus in his beskar armor, and his blaster machine gun that mowed and pinned them down. Jan stood in his troops making sure to stay close to Lortans. Jan took another adrenaline shot out of the ouch in the armor on his chest and injected himself again. He felt world seem even more brighter and clearer. Jan quickly put the E-11 on his back and took out his Ol'Reliable. Jan then started to unload full auto on the troops engaging Unit 15 from the West. More started to fall as they started to take fire from both sides. Jan shot 2 grenades from the grenade launcher on his gun, and saw GA forces fall or body parts fly from the thermal detonators hitting them.

"30 men stay with Ghorua and provide fire support!" Jan shouted as the blaster rifle fired upon the GA. Jan then turned back and ran towards Ghorua position taking the Yun-Yammaka off his back, and putting Ol'Reliable back. Time to face some Jedi.

Coalition Forces: 115

 

[Dominik Borra]

Allies: GA, [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: Rebellion, [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Location: AA Guns, sniping

The man who he had shot at had just been able to block Dominik's shot with a Lorcan right before firing back. His vast experience in marksmanship told him it would easily glance to his right, but the second shot was a little too close. He sifted slightly to the right, but it still hit his left arm. He was glad the besker armor was there to deflect it easily. He laid back down, and found the Hergilc storm the line, and take out his spinster. Throwing out tons of blaster shots toward the trench after throwing a toxin grenade. "Lots of players entering the field on both sides. Be careful of special individuals." he advised [member="Taeli Raaf"] . He focused in on the [member="Ghorua the Shark"] , still showering the troops with death. He aimed for his gun, and fired. If that was taken out of commission, he would be a lot less useful.

Then he aimed for [member="Grim Vizsla"] , Shooting three merc's on the way there. He scoped in on his chest before recognizing his armor. "One foe with Beskergam armor, be advised." He left him alone, knowing his shots wouldn't do anything. He took a few seconds taking out another 4 men before they took cover. And nearby was that same man in brown. He took his eye away from the scope, and turned off the laser sights. He had been able to tell last time, and that was no good.

He started to analyze the man with his right eye...

Approximately 95 kg ... Put together by scraps of various materials ... 100 Meters away and closing towards the Whale ...

Without his laser sights, he looked down the scope, lined up the shot, and shot twice more at his chest.

 

[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"] [member="Berric Kelso"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] @eron Kreelan
Enemies: [member="Fatty"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Equipment: In signature

NPC Troops: 23 dead, 15 wounded = 215 GA troops

Well her attack on the whale seemed to be have begun to restrict his movements, although he was able to pull out a rotary cannon and start unloading on them. Some men got cut down before Taeli could react, both by the red bolts and the napalm grenades from the other merc with him ... and then they did the strangest thing, 30 men remained with the Herglic and the mercenary while the rest went to join with their comrades and attack the 38 men now attacking the enemy flank to the west.

She blinked for a second while pondering if that was a smart move, since 30 men would not be able to stand against almost 180 men and a Jedi Master. Some of the enemy militia had fled when they spotted her and more Jedi were arriving.

Still, best to deal with the rotary cannon first. Using the Force, she reached out to the weapon and snapped the motor inside the case and the red bolts stopped. No motor, no rotary cannon. She certainly wasn't amused now, but neither were her men. Red and green bolts filled the air as half the men unleashed a volley of fire on the enemy mercs in front of them, while the others moved to attack the enemy forces moving west from behind, throwing thermal detonators and blaster bolts at the men.

Taeli strode forward, purple blade at the ready and swung it up in a salute to the Herglic and the mercenary next to him.

"You shouldn't have come here, this is absolutely pointless," she said, sweeping her blade down into the ready 2 position. "Surrender and the rest of your men won't have to be sent home in a casket."

 

[Zef Halo]

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoIHOD5kn2o​

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The warmachines that Ghorua and Grim were turning to be were delivering results on the battlefield. The Coalition had done well to hire them as their expertise and capabilities proved vital in equalizing to an extent the odds. Jan Valdum on the other side of the battle had also been very productive for the Coalition's due to his unorthodox and quite unpredictable strategies. Perhaps even the Jedi understood as Grim noticed the moving of forces of the Galactic Alliance reinforcing the front where the greatest number of Coalition forces was situated. Yet, the AA guns roared and they still hadn't completed their primary objective.

The Mandalorian proceeded on laying waste with his pulse rifle which shredded those caught in his aim, he floated and moved swiftly due to his grav boots. Eventually, his attention was taken by the purple lightsaber wieldin Jedi who seemed hellbent on eliminating the threat of at least both Ghorua and Grim. The Herglic's plan to take on the Jedi alone was not implemented due to the latter's quick actions against both of them. She approached them and half-threatened half-warned them to which the Mandalorian chuckled.

"Sorry, Jetii. A contract is a contract. You gotta understand." He didn't plan on wasting anymore words, as his pulse rifle loaded with his Sith killer rounds had her at his aims and with not wasting of time, the Mandalorian pulled the trigger hailing the Jedi with a barrage of around eight, in a pair of four before a pause, accurate shots as he took of even higher with his grav boots. The rounds produced immensely loud bangs as they were fired from the rifle that produced great kickback due to its great firing capabilities. Due to the bullet's properties it would explode upon contact releasing the second projectile within it - shrapnels of tungsten launched with an explosive force at the target.

No wonder they were called Sith Killer rounds.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Location: Belsavis System Outskirts.​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance.​

Enemies: Insurrectionists, Soldier's of Fortune, Vile Imperial Scum.​

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As the Vanguard Fleet had disengaged and fled into the relative safety of Hyperspace, Captain Astarii Saren had found herself ensconced within the Command Throne of her Indomitable-Class Star Defender, looking terribly unamused with such a development. She had chased them to the outer reaches of the System, hounding their rearguard with a nuclear storm of light and shot. Nevertheless, despite her efforts and the drifting hulks that lay broken in her wake, they had slipped through her talons like minuscule grains of sand. One day soon, she mused through narrowed eyes, One day. With the apparent threat gone, the Hapan's interest in securing the system had faded to the point of boredom. She had considered the thought of going rogue. Taking her newly commissioned and retasked battleship into the infinite sea of black, and raiding the outskirts of the One Sith Empire in an attempt to sate a sense of petty revenge festering within her heart. However, chiding herself at the thought and leaning further into the embrace of her throne, the Captain threw one of her uniformed legs over the other and crossed her arms - hoping to squeeze the apathy from her mind. It was a terrible habit; she had to admit, but who could blame her?

That was when the warning klaxons burst into life, throwing all thoughts of inaction to the wind. She bolted upright and had nearly tossed herself from her seat. Trying not to laugh at such a petulant display, the woman turned towards a pair of technicians in charge of monitoring the long-range sensors. By their admission, she had learned of a hostile fleet wedging themselves into the Alliance Fleet's formation, and effectively cutting the Eidolon off from the rest of the anchored armada. Fantastic, she mouthed, sparking a look of confusion on the twined faces of her detection officers. They apparently failed to realize how much of a target rich environment the space above Belsavis had become. With a devilish grin twisting her mangled face into a grimace of glee, Astarii stood from her uplifted dais and silently stepped towards the holographic tactical display. From this crystalline surface, she would direct her battleship's movement and firing solutions, allowing her to take on a birds eye view of the newly established battlefield while the rest of her crew had carried on with their duties. They were still new faces to the Captain, but as they were assigned to her ship, she trusted them to follow through with whatever she would ask.

Thus, as the puppets had taken their place, the show would now begin.

"Charge up primary weapon banks, and cycle the torpedoes, I want our cannons running hot by the time we come within effective weapons range." Without missing a beat, Astarii's attention was torn from the towering display before her and bore into that of her Second in Command. Bugger, she forgot his name and couldn't remember it for the life of her. It doesn't matter. "Executive Officer," That would do, for now at least. "Ensure all pilots are prepped and ready for immediate deployment. Interception and Dogfight Protocols." The wiry man responded, nearly skipping in excitement as she had divined to give him a fraction of her attention. How odd.

Pushing the errant thought aside and turning her gaze back towards the screen before her, Astarii watched as the gridded system map had cycled in the newly purloined information. Nearly thirty vessels of various makes and classifications had jumped into Belsavis' airspace, leaving the Alliance fleet outnumbered - but far from outgunned. From what her technicians could glean, the meager array of warships that populated the system ranged from converted civilian class cruisers and reputed privateer craft. Pirates, Mercenaries and a Band of suicidal Patriots. What was the Alliance to do? She scoffed inwardly and resisted the urge to spit. Instead, she channeled her disgust towards overlaying the dance of greens and reds with a continuously scrolling feed of numbers and projected vectors. The scar tissue across her cheek puckered slightly as her devious grin faded into an amused smile. As the azure lines had flickered into being, they found themselves in alignment with an enemy cruiser, one of the most prominent vessels that she was able to find among the assembled rabble. Was it their command ship? She couldn't tell. The way they had dropped out of hyperspace, and how they sought to brawl with the Alliance fleet had left her stumped for answers. This meager rebellious element seemed to benefit from the confusion, however, as her comrades were encountering some difficulty in dispatching their newly arrived foes. That was about to change, she thought.

"Master Gunner!" She bellowed. "Arm the Javelin cannons, and target the Bulwark Battlecruiser in the third grid allocation. Do you see it?"

"Aye, Ma'am!" The Man responded, turning away from his post to stare at his Commander.

"Good, I don't want to. Kill it. Kill it now."

 

[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

Jan felt two hits hit him in the chest, and felt the energy bolts singe his skin and armor. The next thing Jan knew he was sent flying through the area as the knockback from the shots. Jan immediately crawled to the nearest cover. Krak the sniper!


Jan had been running towards Ghorua, but had been shot before he could get thier. Damn, he should get some besker. Jan activated his coms with one hand. He though he could reinforce Ghorua, but....well krak happens. Jan saw a Ga body and quickly pulled it ove rhimself for more cover from....well anything.

"Everyone hunker down!.......just hunker down!.....Unit 38....stop attacking the flank and hunker down! Hold ou!t...hol.....(urghhh)" Jan grunted as he touched the burnt areas

Jan started to apply the medkit to the shot area, and took as many painkiller as he could. Jan didn't feel pain, but he was tired. He just needed to hold out. Damn, all for credits. Jan tried to remember all the good moments of his mom and father. The times when they feasted like kings, when his father took him shooting, when his mom let him come to the shop. He though of anything to get rid of the pain.

"1....2.....3.....4.....5..(laugh).....6...7.....8.......9..(laugh).....10" Jan whispered as he took the E-11 out into his hands again and reloaded it. Time to go hunting. Jan finished loading the rifle.

 

[Dominik Borra]

Allies: GA, [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Trix Bastin"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: Rebellion, [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Grim Vizsla"]
Location: AA Guns, sniping

As soon as his shots were fired, a cacophonous sound erupted nearby Ghorua. He turned his scope, missing out on the man in brown take cover and not take too much damage from the shots. He saw the man whom he identified in beskergam armor shooting at the Jedi Taeli. With what he could see and those loud noises... Sith Killer Rounds. He took high with his grave boots. Nuh uh. That wouldn't fly with him. ..Yeah, he would kill himself later for that pun. But first, those boots. He had to switch on his laser sights again. He wasn't quite used to his eye yet to shoot a flying without a little help. It wasn't that he wouldn't be able to without the sights, just that he wasn't fully confident yet. He aimed for those boots, and took a single shot at each.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: BELSAVIS, THE STAND-OFF
ALLIES (IN THE AREA): [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Grim Vizsla"]
ENEMIES (IN THE AREA): [member="Dominik Borra"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
EQUIPMENT: in bio
CURRENT MOOD: GRIM (haha, but seriously)

Ghorua smiled to himself as he mowed down the opposition. He was sure to get the Jedi's attention now. Before he could do more damage, however, a blast of energy smashed into the Spinster, halting the barrels. Looking up, Ghorua noticed what had previously evaded his vision; [member="Dominik Borra"]. "Well, well, look who it is..." he growled. He felt something else permeate his weapon, but decided against trying it now. Attaching it back to himself, Ghorua looked to [member="Taeli Raaf"], who had her lightsaber raised. Might as well be formal about this.

"Pointless to fight for the lives of millions?" he questioned, his deep voice vibrating around the battlefield, which had turned oddly quiet in the stand-off. "The Republic can't be trusted with such a weapon, you do know this! We seek to take it out of the hands of those who wish to use it for it's intended purpose. Is that so pointless?" Ghorua went to his bandolier, and pulled his saberstaff from it's collapsed position, lighting it with a hiss. Blue and purple rested at opposite sides of a conflict. [member="Grim Vizsla"] decided to start things off explosively. Sith-killers. Quite dangerous. But probably not to the apparent Jedi master in front of them.

Which is why Ghorua followed up by rolling another gas grenade forward silently. With the explosives around them, Ghorua hoped that she wouldn't notice it until it was too late. It began to spew it's contents as the Herglic strode forward, the joints in his armor creaking with the force it took to move them. It didn't hinder his speed, but made him work more to move. Ghorua was strong. He dragged Trident behind him, the blade drawing burnt furrows in the ground. "Of course," he continued, "...the credits do help."

 

[Sal Katarn]

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Dominik Barra | [member="Astarii Saren"]
Enemies: Coalition Forces, [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Jan Valdum"] | [member="Grim Vizsla"]

"Bout right," Sal muttered to himself. What had previously been a hunt and destroy mission to eliminate remaining elements of Imperials suddenly became a desperate struggle to resist an unidentified number of hostiles.

In the midst of the chaos n' screaming, Sal managed to find himself a prone firing position with a reasonable amount of cover. Shuttles swooping in to offload troops had to hover for a few seconds in order to get all their soldiers off safely. Knowing this, Sal waited for the next shuttle to swoop down. Sure enough, another one carrying a bellyload of soldiers managed to make it past the AA and into the enemy LZ.

Katarn peered through the scope, centered the reticle on the shuttle's massive engines, and exhaled. He squeezed the trigger.

The SI-74 anti-tank rifle kicked back into his shoulder, hard. Sal craned his head up and saw the shuttle spinning out of control and spewing thick clouds of black smoke from ruined engines.

"Hm."

He pulled back the bolt and the gun ejected a steaming, drained power cell. Sal reached over with one hand, grabbed another power cell, and pushed it into place.

WHZZZ

He ducked low. A stream of errant blaster bolts hissed overhead. Katarn narrowed amber eyes and traced them back to their source, a huge Herglic with a mini gun firing wildly. Couldn't be sure, but that fish looked familiar, then again telling one from the other was hard enough.

Well, maybe he'd met him before and maybe he hadn't, but one thing was for sure: Sal wasn't fond of getting shot at, even if by accident. And the more he scanned that area of the battlefield - near the Alliance flank - the more he saw a number of hostiles making life miserable for a lone Jedi.

Grunting with exertion, Sal hefted the enormously heavy rifle and started to set up the bipod facing the new direction.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Location: Belsavis Surface
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Brom Burnside"] [member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Enemies: Everyone else

Trix had time to pull in a short, sharp breath, before the first of the rebels sprinted towards her.

Without conscious thought she snapped her rifle into place at her shoulder. A calloused finger curled around the cold trigger. The muscles in her wrist twisted to bring the weight of the weapon up to eye level.

A bearded man rushed up in her sights, carried helplessly along in the momentum of the charge. The rifle in Trix's arms jumped, her first shot going slightly wide to ricochet off rusted armour. The rebel had time to flick wild bloodshot eyes in her direction before the second shot drilled into his exposed throat.

The man crumpled backwards and disappeared beneath the heavy boots of this allies.

Trix let out the air from her aching lungs and pulled in another slow breath.

She tracked another stream of fire over a red-haired woman who ran shrieking towards her, then pivoted on one heel to snap off a quick shot at the woman's comrade as he stumbled over her corpse and flew past Trix into the ranks at her back.

She was only vaguely aware of the GADF troopers surrounding her, cognisant only that one was yelling the same thing over and over like a mantra.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!"

Trix dropped an empty sink and snapped another into place. Two more rebels emerged out of the swirling dust and launched themselves towards her.

The one unfortunate enough to be in front collapsed as Trix's rifle punctured several neat holes through her left leg.

The other, a bald human male almost twice Trix's height, tucked his shoulder and threw himself forward. The bolts meant for him hissed through empty space and chewed up chunks of dry earth.

Trix cursed aloud. She dropped the rifle and snapped her saber hilt free from her belt as the rebel flipped towards her. He landed heavily, somehow managed to roll on one knee, and swung his sidearm up in a practiced motion.

Trix deftly sidestepped out of his line of fire, thumbed her red blade to life, and lopped the rebel's head clear from his shoulders.

 

[Berric Kelso]

Location: Higher orbit of Belsavis
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemy: [member="Fatty"]
Equipment: Stealth X-wing
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As Sable squadron ripped another capital ship from opposing fleet asunder Berric veered away from the wing, pressing his right thumb unto the S-foil switch and toggling them open with a hydraulic sound as he darted his way to another capital ship both hands held securely on the control stick of his X-wing as he made forward flight for the bridge of one of the capital ships upon the enemy's starboard flank.

Berric's brow furrowed beneath his orange visor as he pressed his left thumb unto the crimson button of his control stick releasing two shadow bombs towards the ship's bridge before near immediately pulling up on the throttle and closing his S-foils with another flick of his thumb, darting away from the capital ship and returning to Sable Squadron's formation as they continued to press forward unto the opposing fleet.

"Another down, do we have eyes on the flagship? it'd be a damned good idea to cut the heart out of this thing, only be easier to take out the rest with the brass confused."