The Liberation of Sullust (New Republic Invasion of the First Order)

[Karlist Rax]

Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | @Ryker Arteides | [member="First Order Officer"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Edward Thane"] | [member="Rhea Io"] | [member="Kyle Torchwood"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Cuan Kunn"]
Objective: Support the Remora
Location: FIV Hussar
Music: The Avengers, Alan Silvestri (x)

"Enemy contacts sir!" The Sensor Officer bellowed, "Out from sector three!" Rax leapt from his seat, and looked out the viewport. Fighters coming in and assailing the Remora. Karlist glowered as he watched the display, fighters and corvettes, moving in on the Remora's position. His jaw clenched in a fearsome scowl.

"Order Commander Jervis and Crane to defend Captain Raji." Rax barked, before turning to the helmsman. Captain Raji's proclamation that this would be his fault if the Remora went down, went unheeded. Rax already knew the cost of defeat. "Prepare us for attack pattern gamma." Rax barked, looking at the large assortment of vessels, "We're going to move to attack position." he was now patrolling the command deck, looking at each and every station, a roving overseer. "Stand ready." Karlist barked, "And stand true to your duty." By now the civilian convoys were scattering, going to ground beneath this hostile offensive. FIV Gauntlet and FIV Sabre now closed in on the Rowena, and Captain Raji's defensive position. Their fast tracked turbolasers harassing the enemy, and attempting to drive them away from the Rowena.

Watching briefly his tactical display, and as his corvettes moved into place, Karlist set his eyes upon the new hostile targets in system. "We aim for that one there." Karlist barked, gesturing toward the quaser class carrier. "Full speed, and prime main battery." He added, wiping the sweat collecting beneath the peak of his cap, "Target their main hangar, and disable it." He then breathed out, his voice harsh, and stern, "Full speed gentlemen, and don't look back." The mighty ordnance of the FIV Hussar streamed toward the light carrier. Green beams of light, followed by the barrage of missiles and torpedoes. The Hussar, flanked by the Chaser and Avalon, proceeded to the Quaser-Class Carrier, at full speed.

Spoiler

FIV Hussar, Chasseur-Class Corvette (X) Assaulting Quasar-Class Carrier
FIV Chaser, Uhlan-Class Corvette (X)
FIV Avalon, Uhlan-Class Corvette
FIV Gauntlet, Blade-Class Corvette (X) Screening Fighters

FIV Sabre, Blade-Class Corvette Screening Fighters

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[Barr Vexos]

Allies : The New Republic
Enemies: The First Order
Objective: Supply Train
Equipment: New Republic BR-1, VT-Bolt Blaster, Asheran Armorweave, Knife

“All right you all know the drill…or better have by now.” Were the first words said by Barr commanding officer with a hint of irritation in his voice that Barr picked up. Once the group came together after regrouping at the tracks of the train, each one of them scan each area around them to make sure no First Order units weren’t nearby or preparing an ambushed on them since that was the last thing each person in the unit wanted to deal with when doing an invasion at this scale. Barr looked around the area and slowly examined each part taking notes of the planet appearance. It was his first time coming to this place and spent some time understanding the layout of the planet and other information on it. He wondered if this planet turn out the way it was due to Mother Nature or something else like the numerous battles that took place on this planet over the hundreds of years while learning about it in the past.

But the thought ended as soon of blaster fire could be heard, causing everyone in the unit to get into defensive position and returning fire to the First Order units that were firing from afar. Barr emptied a clip from his New Republic BR-1 and quickly reloaded from his shirt pouch. Letting the empty clip dropped with little to no concern for it.

“Fall back!!! NOW!!” The officer ordered with the rest complying in return by moving back to the previous area. The opposing First Order continued their attack on the group, continuing their firing while moving forward. Barr felt a tightness in his gut and knew what it was, he father told him about and how to get it under control. Taking deep breath and remembering from what his father taught him Barr fire in short-busts, causing cover fire for him and his unit. The other solders in group fired in different but similar ways but Barr couldn’t care less about that. He knew that these guys were skilled in their own right when it came to combat since they were put out on the battlefield otherwise the New Republic wouldn’t deployed them here. The First Order soldiers they were facing off against were no pushover neither and clearly had an upper hand on them for moment since they had more numbers than them. Barr could help but let some fear crawl inside him knowing this fact but still kept on firing, actually injuring one of the solider to the point where they fall down. The other enemy soldiers kept their attention on Barr’s group however, forgetting about the solider and continued pressuring them.

The group soon founded over in the form of very large rocks and continued to fight back.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Supervise and carry out Sieger's will to search for relics.​

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Micah"]​

Enemies:[member="Mishel Kryze"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]​

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In the space of a moment everything had changed. As if the dull thud of durasteel being pierced above had been the catalyst, a screeching whir pierced through the auditory enhanced internal speakers of his helm. *Contact.* What was about to happen was far from difficult to guess. More nimble than a loth-cat, Baratos leaped to the side of where he had been standing, urging silently and immediately for the others to do the same. As his shoulder contacted the ground and turned into a roll he saw and heard the familiar flash of a blaster weapon. *You are not the target.* his mind interjected as he noted the arc of the now flurry of fire. It had been another of their number. Once righted upon one knee, Baratos sneered behind the faceplate of his helm.

< Yellow alert. Engaging hostile at the temple ruins. >

The game was afoot. The questions of why, who, what, was attacking them were swept aside as primal instinct took over. Their objective remained unchanged. His objective remained unchanged. With a thought towards the few Knights of Ren, Baratos followed suite after the other Praetorian. With a swift shove of his foot the man propelled himself towards the wall, left foot in front of right, until he ceased his horizontal sprint. Further still he propelled his body into the air and using the wall as a base, launched himself vertically towards the shattered opening above before landing nimbly on the balls of his feet. A deep breath in.

Still Baratos heard the sharp staccato of the rotary blaster outside, though its sound was muted. A fraction of a thought remained, half baked. *Has anyone followed?* < It seems these ruins aren't as abandoned as we thought. Our objective remains the same - we find what rests hidden here. > Baratos spoke briskly into their comm. Micah. Decitus. Kyrel. There was no telling if they would stay on course but the presence of a hostile force confirmed in his own mind the presence of an artifact of importance. A relic? A holocron? The exact nature of the item yet eluded him but he was closer now than before. Almost as if the whispers of a voice had taken corporeal form, the Force moved and shifted as a smoke before his eyes. It drew him closer, beckoned him even - it provided him wisdom. < This way. >

Without a turn of his head his footsteps took him up the slanted corridor. Debris and loose wiring from what once were pristine walls now hung down from wall, ceiling, floor. Cracks and missing tiles remained - those that hadn't already fallen to the cavern floor below the suspended chunks of shattered biosphere. *It is here. It is close. It will be Sieger's.* Driven as if the hounds of hell were on his heels Baratos climbed and clambered through the mess of uneven corridors and halls, sometimes leaping from one angled ramp to another. Rounding a corner, his eyes settled upon a circular chamber that seemed to remain intact. *Unusual.* he thought. It must have been protected by a shield, at least until the power supply had been depleted. Unlike the majority of the rest of the ruin, this area looked as if it were brand new. Not a tile cracked, not a cable loosened, and in the center of it all - a dais. Large enough to contain... *Why bother wondering when I can find out?*

Stepping forward into the wide room, Baratos wondered at it's purpose. The curved edges of the room, the pristine shimmer of the floor. No doubt a place of reverence. *For the Jedi.* he thought, smugly. Not forgotten to the Praetorian were the others nearby, those unknown to him. Their presence in the Force was unmistakable though they were all strangers to him - as he would be to them. A crimson gauntleted hand rose to the dais, palm resting just above its surface as he besought the Force. Harnessing it, directing it, demanding of it - any subterfuge would be revealed. <It is here.> he said to the others. They would understand his meaning, now all that remained was to figure out how to extricate this... thing.

 

[Kier Grey]

1SG. Kyli DT-6767
Sullust Subterranean Caverns, A.G Marius Military Rail Line, Gravtrain 'Tarkin' Cargo Carriage #70
Nearby Allies: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="Myk Venture"], [member="Nunak"], [member="The Wayfarer"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• Blackwing Electro-Sword http://starwarsrp.net/topic/124303-blackwing-electro-sword/#entry1729999
• DARKSABRE Advanced Powered Assault Armour/Mark IX/ALPHA/SOPMOD
• FastTurnhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner-3 Hydrospannerhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner
• G-6E Light Repeating Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/124727-g-6e-light-repeating-blaster/#entry1734297
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• [SIZE=10pt]M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103950-m1-nr-nerve-autoinjector/#entry1500738[/SIZE]
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• [SIZE=10pt]VX Gas Grenadeshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103751-m1-vx-vee-ex-grenades/#entry1498254[/SIZE]

"Alert: Shield charge critical!" LEGION's voice crackles into Kyli's helmet forcing the women hazel eyes to check the indigo-coloured bar at the heads up display, it is mostly hollow with a small chunk of opaque purple at the furthers left-end of the outline. Paying the warning little mind the pair of Death Troopers Kyli and Rexus continue their slow advance towards the foe steadily but certainly closing the distance between them, and then it came. A Cacophony of lances reach around the pair as if spears cast by god but these tightly woven packs of microwave lethality is no Deus ex Machina but the simple unrelenting fury of a man who is built like an incomprehensibly heavy muscled titan straight out of mythology in Dergan Twigg who follows behind the pair of comparatively tiny seven feet tall supersoldiers standing more than a whole foot taller than his peers. A ragged looking Jedi wielding a most peculiar lightsabre entered the tight confines of rail care with all the arrogance and self-assuredness Kyli had come to expect from those so trained. The Death Troopers of ALPHA Team threatened to crush the breach team leader with their unstoppable advance, Rexus flew into an inexplicable rage that forces Kyli to blink rather shocked. Hadn't Rexus just taken his meds? She wonders wordlessly quickly brought back into the moment when her shields burst a gasp of gas, the Death Trooper is visibly shot by the commandos several times with bolts boring through the power armour's outer shell.

Prompted by the frantic alarm beeping loudly within helmet Kyli ceases her fire for a moment and primes the underslung particle beam launcher on G-12A rifle, certain it would maim if not kill their Atrisian-looking Jedi foe with his blue Lightsabre who now sat in shelter behind a short albeit wall of First Imperial Supply crates beside the many commandos in Carriage #70. Kyli's annunciator outwardly clicks offering the warning over their TEAMCOM, now standing in the doorframe with the broken bodies of the breach team lying dead at feet. "Particle grenade, on the way!" A nigh weightless golden sphere of crackling energy archs through carriage #70 exploding amongst the Commando Support Team and their Jedi leader. Kyli spares a glance down to breastplate and finds several holes punched deep through armour she pivots gracefully behind the doorframe out of the line of fire she without speaking any word requests a quick physical scan from LEGION. "Report: Perforation of organ and skeletal tissue detected, Pneumothorax of the right lung, deploying bacta." For a moment her breath wheezes loudly over TEAMCOM as air escapes lung and though Kyli could feel not the searing burning pain that would incapacitate or kill a less perfect warrior she did feel the relaxing elation of cool bacta flooding into the thoracic cavities created by those blasters sealing the injury permitting breathing to return to something vaguely resembling healthy, Shields cycled and charged fully just under two seconds. An extremely brief respite for the foe from her precise fury.

Kyli's hazel spheres look over to Rexus who had occupied himself with the beating and physical chastising of one particularly bold member amongst their foe and part of DT-6767 couldn't help but have a small shred of admiration for that rebel scum's tenacity and fearlessness, most Troops would have been wise to flee at first sighting death's black angels although he hadn't. Nunak had earned the begrudging respect of a Death Trooper and Kyli would not see him dead just yet, no. Such qualities belonged to a leader and the First Order could exploit the knowledge held in the mind of such leadership. Kyli's annunciator makes an audible click over the dirge of combat. "Twigg, don't let Rexus kill that one. Take him alive, I want a Prisoner to question!" All of these decisions were made, processed and executed in the fractions of a second, brandishing a Cylinder filled with the deadly VX nerve agent Kyli effortlessly removes the safety pin but keeps handle depressed, sliding G-12A over shoulder onto the magnetic strip before pulling G-6E Light Repeating Blaster from thigh and holding its' grip in over one-hand. "Deploying VeeEx nerve gas, deploy nerve counter-nerve agent to the Cathar and yourselves as necessary. New Objective: Subdue the Jedi, the Ren will want him. Kill the others." Kyli appears in the square charred doorway between Carriage between carriage 71 and 70, using one-hand to deliver precise bolts to the survivors cover of the particle beam 'grenade' before lobbing the hissing VX gas grenade into the centre of the room so that its mustard-colour heavy vapour might better contaminate the area.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: IDF Drilling, Prisoner Reception.
Objective: Deliver Prisoners.
Allies: First Order [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Lucius Draugh"]
Opponents: New Republic [member="Deacon"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Chekīta Awaud"]

The tension in the air grew palpable for Joycelyn as she and her group stepped into the prison structure proper. Something was coming, and she did not enjoy her inability to detect it from where she stood. Therefore, with a brisk march, she trampled her way into the prison with one hand clasping the pommel of her sword less than casually. As she made her way to the reception desk of prisoner transfers, eyes flitting quickly to the armed guards on either side, she resisted the urge to slam her hand onto the desk, and instead put on her more gentle face.

The receptionist looked up at the enormous Zambrano while intertwining his fingers, meeting Joycelyn’s fabricated gentleness with his own well kept receptionist-face.

“Colonel Joycelyn Zambrano of the Sith-Imperial Legion.” “I am scheduled to deliver these prisoners to this facility, and I am going to need you to sign them off.”

As the receptionist was about to speak, Joycelyn snapped her fingers, summoning a datapad to her hand from the helping hands of a legionnaire. She then swiftly presented the datapad to the receptionist, while maintaining the faintest smile, and intense eye contact.

“Unless you need to-” “I may need to talk to my superior.” She released a stream of air from her nose in muted. exasperation as the receptionist reached for a com unit.

Admittedly, she did not listen too intently to the conversation that followed, instead her mind drifted off to somewhere much more exciting than bureaucracy. Files and forms never tickled her fancy in that way, which was why she had picked up the handy skill of delegating tasks to her subordinates. When she had been dubbed the Princess of Dromund Kaas, her first directive was to create a trusted board to take care of any and all political obligation, though she did have to sign some papers and participate in various ceremonies. One would think the ceremonies were dull, but behind closed curtains, even diplomats get weird. There was one delegate in particular, well one and his wife, who had given her a stunning proposition, or perhaps experience, last life-day ball at the Imperial Palace in Kaas City, and that really de-

“-Colonel” Joycelyn’s head snapped back into action as she saw a new human in front of her, craning his neck and oddly leaning his back looking up at her.

“Yes, I do need someone to sign these prisoners out of my custody.” She re-offered the datapad as she re-entered reality. “To do with as your Supreme Leader sees fit.”

Personally she had some ideas which either involved flaying the skin or just instant incineration in the name of her destructive deity, but then again, she was biased. One of those schuttas had cut one of her hounds as she searched their vessels, and a part of her wanted to flush them out of the airlock and write down attempted escape on the slip. At least she knew the First Order would be taking good care of them and ensure they serve out their sentence in the longest, most excruciating manner. -A small comfort, but a welcome one.

As the officer that had met her touched stylus to datapad in order to sign, Joycelyn furrowed her brows in intent listening. She did not hear a sound as much as she heard a sensation, almost like a smell barely dodging her olfactory organs.

 

[First Order Officer]

SULLUST SYSTEM
OUTER REACHES, BEYOND ORBITAL PLANE
FIV REMORA, TASKMASTER-CLASS ESCORT CARRIER
FLAGSHIP, TASKFORCE 38.5, SULLUST CONVOY ESCORT
SENIOR CAPTAIN ILLEXA RAJI COMMANDING
ALLIES: [member="Karlist Rax"] | [member="Ryker Atreides"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Edward Thane"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF7IjpGFMLY​

She had made a tactical error. The initial fighter attack was bait and like the Cruiser commander she had been, she leaned into it, willing to take a blow to deal stronger one in return. They'd expected it, or perhaps just gotten lucky, and now there was a whole squadron of ships to deal with.

But for whatever reason the enemy hadn't yet capitalized on her error, and she had a chance to recover. The fact that they were not yet targeting any of the transports indicated they meant to take the whole fleet in one fell swoop. Not a pirate smash-and-grab, but better organized and planned. Former Alliance Navy, perhaps? Or possibly just some anti-Imperial captain with a bone to pick from a decade ago, if the old Protectorate Cruiser was any indication. At least she had a good recognized contact picture thanks to Connie 3-5's continued efforts. The FIPV-9 had done as years of tactical doctrine dictated, and immediately bolted clear from the active battlefield and taken up a collection and coordination position well above the general plane where the convoy was.

Control of the Remora's movements was the purview of the ship's captain, a dour looking Commander who entered swiftly without a word and who's mere gaze prompted the increasingly pathetic Lieutenant Von to vacate his chair and then leave the CIC entirely. The man spoke little and gave most of his orders by console command, a habit adopted by officers in the First Order who had a fondness for what they termed the 'Tregessar style.' It had its moments, and with First Order TIE fighters bearing down on the Twintail's that had just struck, in a short while the Remora was clear from any sudden danger, with one 849A Frigate in a tailing position and two of Captain Rax's corvettes on station off the port and starboard bow.

That left Raji free to handle fleet command. She pulled the display out and took it all in. 50 transports in a scattered, haphazard line, with a handful of non-aligned merchants out in front running as hot as they dared. First things first then, get the convoy back in order. Just because the enemy, whoever they were, seemed to be focusing on the escort fleet didn't mean they wouldn't change tactics, and disorder was death for a merchant during an attack.

A quick message to the Vortusa would resolve that. Then she had to handle three distinct threats. First was two squadrons of fighters, the Twintails form before and a unit of what appeared to be some form of X-Wing. Half that problem was underway, with a squadron of interceptors, the Pixies, and Whirlwind-9 working in concert to box in the Twintails and tear them apart. Just the X-Wing's then.

"Devil Flight, Mace Flight, this is Remora Actual. Intercept and destroy enemy squadron, desig Xray 1 through Xray 12. Bullhound, Tauron Flights, launch and take up screening positions near me. Uplink with escorts and keep the lines of fire clear. Remora out."

One corvette had broken off from the main formation and was firing on friendly strikecraft. The Ket H Anders was already in a rearguard position and was in the process of developing a fire control solution even before they had any tasking. No sooner had Captain Raji transmitted her orders than the Anders opened fire, the Annihilator Turbolasers launching shot after shot at the the Valiant, followed up by a full volley of missiles. [member="Edward Thane"] was about to find himself in an uphill fight against a well-armed, versatile frigate.

Then there was the rest of the fleet, including one old but still incredibly dangerous Cruiser. At least the database had good records on the class. It had heavy long range guns that cripple most of the smaller ships in her task force with just a few good hits, but also a dedicated defensive suite that would shred any strikecraft that got too close.

"Captain Rax, I need you to focus your efforts on the enemy cruiser. The Vortusa will lead the charge and can take some hits, but we're sitting ducks out here for their artillery. We need to disable the main guns, coordinate with Commander Bahattkira. I've got a single bomber squadron on standby, but I won't send them in until we get a clear shot."

So here was Senior Captain Raji, formerly a Cruiser CO of some reknown. Now she was dealing with her pennant embarked on a tiny floating coffin of a frigate, with a subordinate Captain she didn't know or trust, running convoy escort against some well organized pirates or mercenaries with a damn hypervelocity cannon packing cruiser.

She really should have taken the Destroyer CO billet.

Summary:
Whirlwind-9 and Pixie Squadron engaging [member="Roth Tillian"]
Ket H Anders firing on The Valiant
Devils (PC's) and Maces (NPC's) engaging [member="Cuan Kunn"]'s fighters.
Various other orders issued.

Task Force 38.5

Spoiler

1 x Taskmaster-class Escort Carrier: FIV Remora - MINOR DAMAGE, NAV SYSTEMS DEGRADED

• Interceptor Squadron 'Pixies'
• Fighter Squadron 'Devils'
• Fighter Squadron 'Maces'
• Superiority Squadron 'Taurons'
• Bomber Squadron 'Bullhounds'

1 x Project 71855-class Heavy Frigate: FIV Vortusa

• Superiority Squadron '???'
• Fighter Squadron '???'

1 x Lancer II-class Air Defense Frigate: FIV Whirlwind-9
2 x 849A-class Medium Frigate: FIV Bardon Sida, FIV Ket H. Anders
1 x FIPV-9 Kerunos SPV Connie 3-5

Captain Karlist Rax, Commanding:
1 x Chasseur-class Corvette: FIV Hussar
2 x Uhlan-class Hunter-Killer: FIV Chaser, FIV Avalon
2 x Blitz-class Corvette: FIV Gauntlet, FIV Sabre

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Knight, Praetorian Guard
Equipment: Praetorian Armour, Vibro-Arbir Blade, Lightsaber (Blue), Binding Wires
Location: Archive, Jedi Temple, Biosphere Ruins, Sullust Surface
Objective: Engage the intruder
Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Hannah"]

With her adversary abandoning any form of subtlety or stealth in their pursuit, it gave the Praetorian a passing window of respite to gather and weave together the knowledge she had managed to glean from their fleeting exchange even as she tore across the vast Archive.

From what little that she had managed to observe, the droid moved marginally slower than what Marriskcal would have expected, making use of their limbs not unlike an organic being instead of repulsor technology or other available mechanical innovation. The frown that has made its way to her face continued to deepen as she remembered how the other had used their tail to repel the deflected shots. It was strange, not to mention unusual for a combat-inclined droid to be designed to appear and function so much like a humanoid for most part.

Fleet of foot, the blonde steps were the sharp staccatos that served to accent the shriek of blaster fire that followed close behind her. Every piece of debris that Marriskcal ran past and leapt over fell under her guidance, their fragmented pieces serving to veil her crimson form from being so easily perceived by her assailant. Once the Ren reached the middle of the ruined Archive, the hall looked more akin to a zero-gravity chamber than a place of learning.

There, she waited, and waited, her left hand trembling under the strain of her exertion… until she caught a glimpse of the brilliant blue orbs. The hand cut through the empty air, her silent command focusing the barrage of wreckage on the mechanical being. The meeting of unceasing bolts of laser fire and a haphazard onslaught of debris caused a loud disturbance, and between the confusion of shards of broken objects ricocheting and dust motes being agitated by their conflict, Marriskcal lost sight of the droid.


Until the systems of her armour alerted her as to the movement from up above. The Praetorian lifted her head to meet the mechanical being, both their features shrouded by an impassive mask. Then, it detached itself from its perch, its dreaded form falling towards her. Beneath the opaque faceplate, her eyes glittered dangerously even as her lips curled into a snarl in soundless challenge as the other drew close.

With an instinctive flush of the Force coursing through her body and down her limbs, Marriskcal shifted her stance, raising her awakened blade in time to bear the full impact of the assault. Even encased in the protective embrace of her armour, she could feel the strength behind that one blow. With her jaw clenched from the pressure bearing down on her frame, her left arm slid down the center of her hybrid weapon.

A sharp twist was all it took for her to gain its twin. With the realisation that it was only a matter of time before the droid would be able to overwhelm her with its base advantage in strength, Marriskcal held on firmly on the hilt of her second arbir blade, and stabbed upwards, aiming for the shoulder joint.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Allies: First Order, Ren [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Barbatos"] @Micah
Enemies: [member="Toreka"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishel Kryze"]
Objective: The search continues.

Kyrel watched as Decitus used her acrobatic skills to make it through the Rubble, while he simply used the Force to move such objects from his path. Setting it to the side, he was not one for such feats, he preferred an approach more akin to Force. More than anything else, such feats were not impossible but something that he didn't accomplish so easily. But time was running out, they were not the only ones within the place. They had to move quickly no matter what would occur, but even in his mind he was always eager for battle, for a fight. To dominate the enemy and break them in the process. For that was always his way and was his chosen art.

With the Praetorian guard leading the way it wouldn't be long. Clearly sensing what was beyond, if the artifact was within the blasted ruins. If not they would surely be disappointed that they had come all this way for nothing, yet it didn't matter. They would find what they were seeking and crush those that stood in their way. Moving rubble piece by piece until he could follow his fellow Ren. He moved as quickly as he could. Heading into a more pristine room that was in itself unlike that of the ruins.

The Force had called to him, telling him that he was close, that now it wouldn't be far behind. Soon they would discover it. But even with the Force Signature mucking about, even he couldn't tell where the precise location of it was. The light side of the Force was also in the area, he could feel the enemy getting closer, with a hint of delight he knew they would be within their vicinity soon. Only then would the real fun would begin, keeping his eyes open he still searched for the artifact.

 

[The Wayfarer]

Objective: Arm the people
Allies: Fire Team Starbird
Enemies: Deathtroopers [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]


Oda Nobunaga watched as his plan back fired and the crazed deathtrooper went into a frenzy. Instead of waylaying his team he charged Oda's own force's. Oda would've simply cut the man down as he crossed box cars, but he had bigger issues to worry about. The Other Deathtrooper called out the firing of a grenade and Oda had to rush forward, lest the explosive kill all occupants within the car. Friend or foe. He ran forth and shut the box door.

The explosive particle impacted with the wall and flung Oda towards the floor. He landed with a soft thud and his ears began to ring. He looked round with faded vision... His team of commandos were hard pressed, but still they fought on. Fighting with all their might. Never faltering, Never wavering. They charged forward to meet the enemy at the sight of their commander fallen. The Captain at the forefront of the assault. He reached low and grabbed hold of Oda's robe and began to pull him back.

Oda's vision began to come too and the ringing faded, with saber he blocked incoming bolts. He noticed the team had rebreather's on and soon saw the reason why. One of the Deathtroopers had thrown a gas canister of some sort. It was spewing sickly sweet foul ichor everywhere and Oda had to concentrate to filter the toxins out of his own body with the force. As they reached the end of the car of box number 70 Oda saw they were down to only five commandos. He hopped to his feet and knew they could do nothing.

The capitol was fast approaching and they had little time. He hopped over to box 69 and beckoned to the rest of his team. The Captain merely shook his head.

To which Oda shouted sternly "That's an order trooper, get in here!"

The Captain offered a mock salute then shouted back "We'll hold 'em here sir, it's been an honor!" He closed the door then blasted it shut

"You Bastard!" Oda wailed than began furiously cutting on the box connector with his saber until it was loose, as it neared the capitol, he used mecha-deru on the brakes...

 

[Lucius Draugh]

Imperial Detention Facility; West Wing​

Objective: Secure the Prisoners.​

Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Dominic Craig"]​

Enemies: [member="Deacon"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Chekīta Awaud"]​

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Lucius for a moment thought he felt resentment from the Special Agent, and within a moment, it was gone, his brows furrowing closely together as he took a moment to think about invading the Agent's privacy and scour his mind. Instead, he stopped himself, his emerald gaze brightening as he shook his head and offered that same cheerful smile that he had opened with.

"That's fine," he answers. Although it wasn't true yet, he had the means to summon the numbers needed to put down a large scale prison riot. It'd just take time to get them to Sullust and down to the planet. Edge of the Imperial borders, plus underground? Likely a day or two from the nearest garrison. A day or two that he didn't plan on spending on Sullust. Once he got those prisoners, he was going right on his way out of there. And from the sound of it, without the Special Agent, which was also a bonus. Pointless cruelty wasn't useful to the Sith Hopeful. Kill them and be done with it, he figured. "I suppose it's only fitting the Security Bureau cleans up their own mess for once," he ribs Dominic.

Turning to his two apparent bodyguards, he nodded to the doorway and then back to the Bureau Liaison. "I'm going to need you to show me the way," and eyeing the Bounty Hunter with him, he says, "Bring him too. I suspect he's waiting to get paid, no?" Mandalorians weren't the most pleasant of company. He had met Ronan Vizsla and his daughter and albeit brief as a meeting, their curtness and disposition to completing business as quick as possible was a reminder of his own Master. Not unpleasant as it is a style of business that he himself had adopted on his own, but unsettling nevertheless solely for the reminder of the Supreme Commander.

"Let's go."

 

[Roth Tillian]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JfXsjgJ8NE​

Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Cuan Kunn"] [member="Edward Thane"]
Enemies: [member="First Order Officer"] [member="Karlist Rax"] [member="Cynthia Alucard"] @Pierce Fortan III [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
Squadron: 12 TwinTails
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"Strike confirmed, Knight One," came over the comms. "Direct hit. Damage unclear."

"Confirmed, Knight Twelve," Roth replied. "Switching to telepathy. Comms silent." He craned his neck to look behind him. Nine sleek shapes were falling in behind them.

Interceptors in-bound. Conquerors.

"That's a negative, Thane," Roth replied after a moment of hearing from the corvette captain. "Their birds behind us are shielded. Flew against them before."

Anti-fighter frigate moving in ahead off the bow, Knight Lead. Lancer model. TIE squadron moving in the rear.

I read, Knight Two. All flyers, prep for break. Initiating meld.

Ahead, the shape of the Lancer moved into position, ahead of the bow of the carrier, while several more ships moved into escort position. In the corner of his eye, he could just make out the shapes of the rest of the strike fleet. They weren't doing anything yet and the tension was building up in his nerves. He pushed it aside, however, and let himself sink into the Force, reaching out his consciousness to connect with the rest of the squadron. Around him, he could sense them doing the same, until they were all linked and were able to fly as a single entity.

Much like the command ship's computers would synthesize the information to create as accurate representation of the whole battlesphere as possible, Roth was doing it with the Force.

Knights Two and Three with me. Rest of you, break on my mark.

The carrier, he could tell now, was an odd shape for an Imperial ship. Not the traditional dagger, but stubbier, and quite a bit more rounded. Not that he was complaining. It gave more room for multi-dimensional cover and strikes, if less room across the dorsal surface.

He was sensing the incoming fighter pilots. One was confident, ready, and in charge. That would be the squadron leader. Something in their mind was building and Roth assigned that to a part of his sense, to get a feel for what was coming. Ahead, the Lancer was moving into position and the sensors were setting off alarms for attempted targeting locks on their craft.

The Conquerors were good ships. Shielded, decently armed, and very, very fast. Significantly faster than the TwinTails the Knights were flying, but that could also be a liability.

"intercept course..." Roth murmured, one eye on the scanners as he nudged his fighter lower to the hull of the cruiser. The lip at the bow loomed ahead, and somewhere down there, he would find the hangar. The fighters were approaching quickly and moving to get their line of fire to cut them off. A quick nudge and Roth brought the formation in a line between the frigate and the squadron rapidly approaching from the aft. "Steady..."

The sense of danger grew in their minds, building like a tsunami that hung just past the horizon. Building and building, until the tension screamed at them to move.

BREAK.

In an instant, as the hail of laser fire from the fighters came hurtling towards them and the opening fire from the Lancer went to meet them, the squadron split. Four flights of three. Roth and his two wingmen ducked over the lip of the carrier, while the other three arced to port, starboard, and above, swinging wide of the squadron, pushing max acceleration to close the distance between them and the interceptors, hopefully before they had a chance to react.

Lasers spat from the heavy laser cannons, weaving a web of iridescent energy just ahead and around the enemy squadron before the Knights hurtled towards the aft of the carrier. They didn't rejoin. Instead, they kept separate paths as they wove around the larger ship, aiming to catch the second squadron of TIEs between them and the Patchworks X-Wings.

Roth put full power to reverse and yanked the nose of the fighter around, spotting the hangar bay doors ahead of him. He slammed down the trigger, hurling a barrage of fire towards the guns around the entryway as he opened the throttle again. The craft lunged forwrad, while his wingmen kept descending beneath the carrier.

Lasers and flak exploded around him, from the carrier and the Lancer that fired from behind him now. Some of it he could use to the advantage, rolling and weaving between the strands of fire hurtled past him. But the range was too far.

The shield dinged angrily at him as it registered hits across the body of the ship. "East there, girl," Roth said, rubbing a hand along the console. "Your shield's good enough to take this fire and then some."

He darted the craft past the hangar doors, keeping up a steady stream of laser fire on hangar bay controls. Didn't need to destroy the ship, just prevent it from launching more fighters. As his wing-mates swung around, they opened fire with their own laser cannons, peppering the side of the hull along the hangar.

Fire's too hot. Taking a dive.

Roth pulled up on the yoke, guiding the nose vertical and back down in a roll, before corkscrewing underneath the hull of the carrier.

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: IMPERIAL DETENTION FACILITY; WEST WING
OBJECTIVE: SECURE PRISONERS
ALLIES: [member="Lucius Draugh"] , [member="Dominic Craig"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
ADVERSARIES: [member="Deacon"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Chekīta Awaud"]

A Mandalorian had never been known for their pleasantness nor tactful nature. Draugh, despite his youth, had been keenly aware of it or so it had seemed. The Bounty Hunter had remained silent throughout the exchange that Craig and Draugh partook in, vacantly glaring through the T-Visor as if he were nothing more than a suit of armour held together by a display. His callous features had remained rather still and consistently non-emotive, regardless of the irritating that began to creep within. Fett had only ever desired his payment, not any of this.

Although, if anything else, it meant that he could possibly become an inkling richer than he previously assumed, or had known. He never ceased his constant pursuit of wealth that concealed his insecure desire to bring pride to a set of bones that lay in a shallow grave beneath the desert sands. It might've been pathetic, but nobody was ever going to know.

They only knew the enigmatic facade.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Colonel (Wing Commander) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie Leader
Fighter Classification: Fighter Interception Squadron (9)

Assigned: Taskmaster-class Escort Carrier: FIV Remora​

Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="First Order Officer"] [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"] [member="Karlist Rax"] First Order​

Enemies: Rebels, New Republic Force (Unknown) @Roth Tillian (Engaging) [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Edward Thane"]​

Oh. Cyn continued her trajectory, the lead three bandits were the only ones left as the rest of them split into groups of three and flew off. While Pixie Four noted that some where attempting to close the gap with a tight maneuver, no one dared to break formation. The enemy bandits were wasting all their speed and energy to attack them. The Pixies understood their craft well, their best defensive ability was their speed.

The Whirlwind-9 had excellent tracking systems, it was designed specifically to destroy star fighters, Cyn did not immediately worry of friendly fire. All nine Pixies fired their laser and ion cannons, each pilot staggered their shots towards the only three bandits in front them before they ended their short burst as new orders were given to the Pixies. They were going to serve these bandits up to their friends on board the Whirlwind-9, but they needed to soften their targets at least for their comrades.

"Pixie Five and Six, with me. Everyone else. . ." Cyn started her order, a small smile grew with a gleam in her eye, "-Play with your food." Three pairs of TIE's broke formation to quickly track down the other three bandit groups. They understood their commander perfectly, wear them down with short but precise fire and use their speed and better maneuverability as pilots to frustrate their enemies. No dog fighting, and no unnecessary risks.

Martyrs don't make heroes, only survivors do.

Cyn, for her own part, continued to hound the three bandits in front her, along with both of her Pixie wing-mates, they fired burst shots of ion and laser cannons to keep their opponents honest. They're just going straight for the. . . An eyebrow raised, but instead of recalling the other Pixies, she quickly danced her fingers across her computer and let the droid brain in the TIE finish the rest of the preparations.

"Pixie Dust on my mark." Cyn ordered both Pixie Five and Six, their own droid in their TIE's synced quickly. They had no worry of damaging the Hanger, the shields were strong and the explosive mass would detonate a healthy distant away from the Remora. These concussion missiles weren't really meant to take down those fighters, just as she ordered her Pilots before, she wanted to wear down these bandits.

The concussion missiles launched and all three Pixies fired repeatedly with their laser and ion cannons at their bandits.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Underground Ruins
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
Allies: First Order | [member="Barbatos"]
Enemies: New Republic

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

< This way. >

The kitten glanced up, considering the curious case of the Dark Lord before him. Another time, a different set of beliefs, the man would have worn the title of Darth well. He seemed to see through the distractions and keep the objective in mind.

With a nod, the boy followed along. Perhaps those who had broken from the search in order to seek their own entertainment might provide some bulwark against these interlopers discovering the artifact in their stead. After all, if the artifact existed at all, it was useless to the Ren if it remained aloof.

While the Dark Lord of Ren clambered with all the fury of a man possessed, the young Cathar was more cautious in his advance. A Sith would have rigged multiple layers of security around an artifact of importance. It would be prudent to assume whatever Jedi had buried some secret here would have done the same.

In fact, it would probably be prudent to do so now.

Reaching a hand out toward one side of the cavern, the boy paused to utter a whisper in the ancient language of the Sith. As he did, an electric blue light seemed to spark from the dagger at his side. Turning his head, the boy extended his other hand out toward the opposite cavern wall and repeated the incantation. His fur seemed to be briefly illuminated by some eldritch blue flame as the Stonepower flowed from out of the spellblade across the vessel of his body. Sith Runes briefly flickered into view, along the cavern walls, before fading away again.

There.

It wasn't much, but it would alert him should someone come passing this way behind them...

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: [member="The Wayfarer"] | [member="Nunak"]
Enemies: [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]
Objective: Train Job
Equipment: In Signature

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"Who is the good guy here? These fellas, they're just doing their jobs. They're the rank and file, like me...well, maybe not so rank and file. My entire life, or whatever you want to call it, has always been about the badge. As it turns out, I make a pretty lousy criminal, maybe my heart just isn't in it. But then I think about the last time Coronet was under Imperial rule, I think about the screams, and I punch okay..."​

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 851 ABY​

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"Say, old timer. You got a mean right cross."

Myk wiped the oil from his chin, the black and viscous leavings of the internal damage he had already suffered in the short time he and [member="Tanomas Graf"] had been exchanging blows. The Imperial officer had been on him before he even realized they were no longer alone in the train car, and despite the human's apparent age his diving charge had nearly been enough to knock the replica droid clean off his feet. There was a lethal military finesse to his opponent's fighting style, Inspector Venture hit like a sledgehammer but didn't have the same kind of tactical training. He was a street brawler with a few dirty tricks up his sleeve.

His fingers curled up into his longcoat's pocket, and when the officer came at him again Myk feinted a left jab and hurled the fistful of sand he had stowed directly at the senior Imperial's eyes with artificial precision. Immediately he sought to move in and lock the spy old fellow in a chokehold, limit his mobility and neutralize his extraordinary strength. His hands seized the officer's lapel, and that was when he felt a tingling surge in his side. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, so much so that somehow through the extraordinary sensation of it all the Republic agent had time to glance back at [member="Luther Ando"], recognizing the stun baton in his hand with dim comprehension.

All of his artificial senses were dialed up to an uncomfortable extreme, and whatever vague subconscious connection he had with his internal power source told him that the readings were off the charts. Glancing down at his fist, he could see electricity spark across the surface, rending simulated flesh in lightning across across his hands and arms. Flexing the hand he felt...powerful.

"Thanks, kid," Myk called out over his shoulder, and hurled a haymaker at Graf with nearly three times his usual maximum force.

Sparks erupted from his side, and he could feel the paralysis in his right arm even before he finished the follow through. His insides felt like they were on fire, every system crammed inside his body overloaded, and the Corellian slumped to his knees as if all the energy to stay standing had been driven out of his body all at once. His still working but damaged hand reached out to steady his fall, and curled around the grip of something familiar. His discarded backup piece.

 

[Samka Derith]

Allies: First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Barbatos"] | @Micah ​

Enemies: @Toreka | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Kryze"]​

Objective: Get the attention ​

"Finally something a little less drab," Samka murmured as they entered a slightly less ruined portion of the cavern. "A little anyway."

She remained above the others, still prancing atop of walls, wiring, shattered rooftops and anything else to give the girl higher ground. By now she'd heard gunfire and detected signals, as faint as they were, of those who walked the Light. Oh they weren't alone. The more she thought of it, the more problematic it was. They could be ambushed on the way back. Would it not be better to lure and fight on their terms away from the artefact?

The Cathar boy was already working his way through the puzzle before them, admirable. With enough time and the guidance of the Praetorian, it should be in their hands soon enough.

"Kyreeeeel~" Samka called down to the other Ren from atop a jagged wall and gave an exaggerated, childish slump. "I'm boooored~ Let's go play somewhere else!"

She hopped down from her perch and landed beside the Praetorian man, Barbatos, and hissed in his ear. "We'll try and distract those who'd intervene, keep an eye on the boy. We won't be too far if trouble finds you first."

With a bounce, she led Kyrel and her Sullustans back into the ruins proper. It was all the better to ambush from. They emerged into what had once been some sort of mining operation, a steady stream of lava nearby and several abandoned karts and crates lay strewn about nearby.

Samka launched herself with a powerful backflip back into the depths of the darkness, standing atop a busted part of an old dome where she could regard Kyrel from above. The Sullustans were ordered to take cover among the dark making them slowly shamble towards suitable positions.

"Now, Kyrel," her distorted voice echoed within his head, more enchanting yet terrible than it ever was in the physical realm. "Release your energy, they will flock to us and let the others fulfil their mission. Bring them to us and they won't leave here alive."

Thrusting out a palm, she added her power to his. Her signal would be gone, instead she would merely amplify Kyrel's. The result would be a beacon of sudden and unmistakable dark power felt by all those around. All the rage of her former cybernetic companion would seethe through every corridor and crevice of these caves and it would be unmistakably his to all those who knew it.

The trap was set.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: A.G. Marius Military Rail Line, Gravtrain 'Tarkin' Passenger Carriage #4
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"]| Dergan Twigg (x)
Enemies: [member="The Wayfarer"] | [member="Nunak"] | [member="Myk Venture"]
Equipment: Charric Pistol (dropped), Stun Baton.

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Luther circled around the pair slowly, his breathing coming in and out with a ragged hiss. The pain in his side was even greater now, and even the most minute of movements sent stabbing pains down his side. He didn’t know who the officer was, but he was at least human; if the crimson blood was anything to go by. He couldn’t say the same about the intruder, who seemed to be leaking oil. ‘A droid?’ Luther thought warily. ‘Or at least a cyborg’.

He kept his distance, wary of the man’s superior strength. What was most surprising, however, was how well the officer held his own against the enemy. He was no young man, but he so far matched his opponent blow for blow. He kept circling, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. He tried not to think of what would happen should his sole ally be defeated. One blow from the stranger had almost incapacitated him, after all.

Luther pulled back as the man suddenly swept sand from his pocket, throwing it into his comrade’s eyes. Seeing his chance, Luther lunged forward, swallowing a scream as he tore open a wound at his side. The baton arced forward, colliding with intruder’s side. The baton sparked, tiny forks of lighting were greedily lapped up by his opponent’s flesh.

He’d only a moment to consider the folly of using electricity against a mechanical creation before the baton overloaded. The remaining charge, looking for the means to escape, fled through his body. While not enough to kill him, Luther cried out as pain racked his body.

He collapsed, spasming slightly, and pushed himself backwards. His baton was dropped, now a molten piece of junk. To his dismay, his opponent was far from defeated. Luther pulled back further, his hand touching something other than the ridged metal floor.

The handle of his gun.

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Planet: Sullust
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple, Hallway
Objective: Secure the Perimeter
Action: Engage First Order Forces w/ Z-24 Rotary Blaster Cannon
Allies: New Republic Forces
Enemies: Acquiring First Order Target [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

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Claws met blade, the scorching blade sparked across the clawed metal hand. As gravity finally forced It to land with a large thud, claws extended out and down from her feet. They latched towards the ground, her tail slashed forward aiming for the Praetorian's head. But it missed It's target completely as the smaller Praetorian moved inside and cut straight through the large defensive hole presented.

It attempted to move back, possibly get some distance but no time was left to react to the Praetorian's counter attack. Especially as It had originally guessed the Praetorian would have Force pushed It back, her clawed feet digging into the concrete below now turned against her for the moment.

The blade snapped upwards and through the arm, metal and sparks flew as the arm was cut free from the shoulder. Suddenly It's eyes flashed a different color, blood red. Her tail swung back and with as much force it could muster with such little time and short distance, the tail slammed into the Praetorian. [Attack-] The thought broke away, with sheer instinct, It jumped backwards as if afraid of losing another arm.

It knew that it should have conducted a different attack, to catch the Praetorian off guard, with a quick shake of It's head and a tail slam on the ground It jumped forward. It held no fear, the only thought was achieving the objective. Harm to the body, and further damage could be repaired and or replaced, but failure of the mission had no chance of restarting or reattempting. Eyes continued to flash red, but after another moment, its deep bright blue color returned.

-. . . You have beautiful eyes.”

[Combat Effectiveness reduced by Eighteen percent . . . Recommended to not drop another twenty three . . .]

It understood that to complete the objective, possessing at least three limbs would be necessary to properly complete and potential fight any remaining Enemy targets. Eyes continued glow blue, the intensity of the focus on the Praetorian alone, frustration perhaps on not being able to remove this obstruction. Or perhaps frustration of something else entirely.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Allies: Republic, Former Alliance, [member="Mishel Kryze"]
Enemies: Ren, Dark Side, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: Extract the Artifact

With a team of Sullustans with them, the Master-Student pair were back on their home turf. It would take a lot to cause any issues for these two, and to trip them up? On their former capital? So near the ruins of the old Sentinel Training Grounds? That concept wasn't even a glimmer in the Corellian's eyes. But he was going to keep on, because that was what he was. The Explorer was now a Sentinel an that meant he was the one who was first in and last out of any conflict, especially if it involved the dark side. There was a reason he was working as a skirmisher for the Alliance in Exile. He was hunting the darkness and not entering places that were not battlefields very often.

But the First Order was on the former capital of the Alliance, and Coren didn't like that, not at all. His blaster and lightsaber were ready and he nodded.

"It could be the Ren, Mish. We both know them too well to fall for them." He knew that his own student was from the Ren, and at one point, Coren had been a dark sider. They had intimate knowledge of the dark side, and while the two were Jedi, they were not necessarily the most shining example of Jedi in the galaxy. But they were better than nothing.

As they continued, he could feel the dark side, the Ren, and new signatures. Some he'd had conflict with before, but others? Not really. He looked to the leader of the Sullustan team. "When the sabers start, get down, take what shots you can, and you know the drill, evacuate anything of value. And run. We'll be fine." He nodded, his voice even and sure.

The Sullustans indicated another route, one that took them actually away from the path they were hoping for, and came back in. A few staged cave-ins during the evacuation, to slow the Mandalorian onslaught and protect other subterranean locations. Re-routing themselves, Coren and Mishel would pick up their pace. He could feel the darkness getting more distant before it started getting closer.

The cave-in. He nodded to his student. "Cover me." And with that, he fell into the Force, gathering energy and blasting outward in a bright blast of concussive Force energy mixed with the light of the Force, enough to cause a shock and maybe ruin some beings' adjusted vision.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Sullust​

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Location: Underground​

Objective: Artifact / Ruins​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | Alliance Loyalists,​

Alliance-in-Exile / Shattered Order, New Republic​

Opponents: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kyrel Ren"] | First Order,​

Knights of Ren / Praetorian Guard, Darksiders​

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Sullust had been a mess and a half when Mishel first arrived back when it was still part of the Galactic Alliance. Now, now it was like someone had tossed that mess and a half into the wash cycle and let the machine go wild. Still, she had faith that their guides were well versed enough to get them through. Mishel wondered a moment if the Ren had hoped to gain something by having the so-called home-field advantage when they most likely knew little of the planet aside from the crimes they've committed. Crimes they would deny until their order was no more than a footnote in the annals of history.

"It is the Ren, unmistakably so, they're more likely here to thwart us while they retrieve what they assume to be an artifact. Sullust isn't so easy to reveal itself, and even if they find something..." Her voice trailed off, even if they found something chances are they could find it too. The New Republic hadn't been so giving about what the artifact was. Who knew if it was real or fraud, although perhaps that was just her opinion on the so-called New Republic itself. "At least the Ren and First Order know what they're on about." She commented and watched as Coren gave their guides instructions. The draw of energy was blatant, but she knew that there were other signatures here in the Force as well. Even so, she knew the Knights of Ren well enough having been part of their group for so long.

Along the way the pair observed where there had been staged cave-ins that had once been used to slow the Mandalorians. Mishel followed Coren through an elongated path. It wasn't the most direct route to take toward the throw of dark energy. As they rushed through she caught sight of Coren gathering the light blasting forth toward their opponents just as they emerged from another entrance, he shouted for her to cover him. Mishel followed his Force Light up with a telekinetic blast, gathering the loose rock, and chunks of the ground throwing them at the Ren.