The Stand [Galactic Alliance]

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: East of Temple

Jacen stood tall in his evo suit. The rocky surface was solid enough on the lands surrounding the Temple, but the atmosphere was hazardous. Anyone in the upper portion of the Temples had been suited up. It would only take a handful of artillery rounds to shatter the biodomes that had only recently been completed. Most had been evacuated to the underground portion of the temple, especially the younglings. Essentially a series of bunkers, they could hold out for a long time with the doors sealed.

One hand rested on his lightsaber as he looked to the people surrounding him. He caught sight of Aela and turned away. Days sat in his cell had been spent working hard on his mental balance. Another layer of control now surrounded his emotions, and even in the face of what was headed towards them he kept his feelings in check. Regardless of the steps he had taken, if he looked into her eyes, he knew the shame at what he had almost done would return. Only a few days out of isolation, it was time for his redemption.

The Imperial Star Destroyers of the Final Order were visible in the sky. Tiny white triangles held at bay by the planetary shields. Bright flashes showed the battle that raged in orbit, even from the ground.

His quarry was much closer. They had seen the shuttles descend, landing troops to their east and their west. The slightest ripples in the Force indicated that there was a host dark side adepts amongst the legions of stromtroopers being deployed.

Repeater nests and air defence cannons had been set up in rough semi-circles to the east and west of the Temple boundaries. Two echelons of defence. Infantry ahead with mounted weapons that could be carried in a retreat in the first line. The second line was comprised of soldiers and the few armoured vehicles and mortars they had, as well as members of the New Jedi Order. Where a gap in the front line appeared, they would plug it. Where the sith showed up, they would put the dark siders down before they could breach the defences.

Even the padawans were brought to the fore. Everyone who could fight would fight. This was a stand for the survival of the entire Alliance. At the end of this day, every one of them could be dead. The fledgling alliance broken before it ever really began. His gloved fingers tightened on the long hilt of his saber. Not today.


OOC/ Add you location. The following are main locations to start:
Temple West: Forming up to defend against the Final Order Attack
Temple East: Likewise
Atmosphere: Providing air to ground support, or dealing with atmospheric fighters
Orbit: Trying to hold off the superior Final Order fleet

Spoiler

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[member="Darron Wraith"]
[member="Robb Killian"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Selena Halcyon"]
[member="Driana"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Justinian Atreides"]
[member="Chiara Viren"]
[member="Jannik Morlandt"]
[member="Lan Graendal"][member="Jamie El-Eison"]
[member="Daren Silvari"]
[member="Avalore Eden"]
[member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="Braith Achlys"]
[member="Meeristali Peradun"]
[member="Damon Riggs"]
[member="Marcus Foster"]
[member="Adele Adonai"]
[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Roth Tillian"]
[member="Alexandra Russo"]
[member="Kelly Perris"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Kaia Starchaser"]
[member="Mao"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]
[member="Jol Bisa"]
[member="Elphaba nic Arose"]
[member="Ula Kaddo"]
[member="Izo Chuka"]
[member="Asahara Velin"]
[member="Thais Kallisto"]
[member="Wovoka Vos"]
[member="Quinn Michaels"]
[member="Darron Wraith"]
[member="Sabena Shai"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
[member="Ilias Nytrau"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Katya Shorn"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: E-Wing, Tiburon Squadron, Low Orbit, Sullust

Coren Starchaser was doing what he was made for. He was flying with a squadron. Sure, it wasn’t Warbird Wing, but the Alliance had their own great pilots. The Corellian was working with a team he was slowly working on assembling, very reminiscent of his group within Warbird Wing. A group of pilots, trained in X-Wings, E-Wings and TIE Exalts, some team that could go anywhere and become anything. On top of that? The ones that were Force users were from a variety of schools, and the ones that were not? They had a massive amount of training besides flight.

Different than what [member="Roth Tillian"] was working on, but all the same, he was looking forward to getting this team to work. They’d be sharing, and a variety of groups would not do bad. Coren preferred to keep his enemy at range, and that brought him to find snipers. And semi-automatic rifles. But that was neither here nor there. The Final Order had shown up in the Suburbs of Sullust and that meant getting to space fast.

Launching from the base, he didn’t have time to check on people, where [member="Rook"] or [member="Spark Finn"] were, and he hadn’t seen his apprentice in a few days. He didn’t need to check in on [member="Chevu Visz"], the Mirialan was intelligent, she had her handle on everything, and would be in the good fight. The trick now was stopping shuttles. The Fleet could get out there and push the Final Order back.

“Alright, Tibs, we’re trying to take the shuttles down. Planet is ready to receive if they get past us, but I want to clear up as many as we can before they get to landing. Shark Four, tighten up!” He ordered as they group pulled into their formation, leaders of flights in front, one pilot on left and right and one below and behind. They were closing fast on the shuttles.

“We’re going to play close to one another, shifting shields, standard tactics. Forcers, find the ones that are glowing, knock them down. I’ll give the order to head to the surface.” He continued on as he opened up with lasers to the incoming shuttles. “Weapons free!” Best order ever. He was moving from the closest shuttle. “Odds, you’ve got shuttles, evens, break for incoming fighters, cover our grounders.” He rolled his fighter in a less-than-acrobatic left barrel roll.

Feth gravity. And thank Corellia for stims.

They were not taking this world.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Temple West

Jedi Knight Ella Nova stood in the west wing of the New Jedi Order's temple. She was present due to her joining the Galactic Alliance, in it's plight against the One Sith and all other forms of evil. Although loyal to the Galactic Republic and it's democracy, the New Jedi Order were still Jedi, just like the Silver Jedi were and subsequently, she found herself on the eve of battle among the forces of the Alliance, to push back a new threat in the form of the First Order.

Her lightsaber was a comfortable weight, caught inside her left hand. Her thumb hovered above the ignition button, ready to send the blue light out into the air, in order to light up the darkness. Above her, she could sense the approaching forces of the First Order. The Force flowed through her- the ever, constant ally that was hers to hone- and thus she found herself calm, centered and balance at the prospect of battle. It would be her first since the Battle of Coruscant. She planned for it not to end in the same way; and the Force told her that it would not.

At the end of this battle, the men and women that served the First Order would discover that they had made a new enemy in the form of Ella Nova. She would not forget or forgive the events that were about to occur on this fateful day. Once the One Sith had been defeated, Ella would bring the First Order to justice as well.

 

[Relit Vandal]

Location: East of Temple

He smiled, the greenery filling the garden with blooms and blossoms. On his finger, a song sparrow perched with a curious gaze. Melodic chirps escaped it's beak, watchful gaze upon the Zelosian. He mimicked the sounds with a mixture of clicking, drawn out with a hollow whistle. Sharp chirps followed by the crescendo. But he had felt the change on the planet, the descent, and he could only be disappointed by the emergence of this foe so close to his new found home.

"Our time together is over..." He whispered, the language of the bird crossing the medium of the force. "...For now." There was no finality in the expression, only the hope that Jedi Order and the Alliance could protect this place. Could protect this sanctuary, protect the mission they all accepted.

Turning to a tree, he stretched upwards and held his finger against the bark. The sparrow hopped across, body of gold and brown and black, flicked but for a moment before taking flight. It crossed the garden, landing near a nest of thatch and branches high in the sky. By that time, Relit was headed out and intent on joining this last stand. Against this bastion of Ashla, the darkness fell hard and fast. There was no time to waste. And as such, the Jedi Master find himself amidst the group. Preparing, eyes towards the glass of the biodome, the triangular shapes in the sky demarcating the origin of impact from orbit. He found [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] among the group.

Emerald eyes fixed towards the sky, the Jedi Master checked the ammunition in his scatter gun. The tube was full, he placed it back on his back, and stretched the cloth of his worn canvas gloves. "We are ready." He said looking back up towards the sky once more. "We always were." He looked towards the Jedi Knight, recalling the knee of the Marshal against the small of his back. Relit looked down towards the hilt, held by the Jedi Knight. "Nothing will change that."

He could sense, amidst the dark aura of the adepts, a measure of boding and resolve. These were enemies powered by righteousness, enthralled loyalty, steeped in the darkside. And the mistake of coming to this planet would be the first among a chain, leading to the downfall of this First Order. Relit had no choice but to believe that, a certainty in which he found comfort.

 

[Roth Tillian]

High Atmosphere/Low-Orbit
Wild Knights
[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Two Star Destroyers. Legions of stormtroopers. Thousands of fighters and hundreds of shuttles, all descending upon the planet below like a shadow. For the Force sensitives, it was a literal shadow, full of roiling dark shadows. He had a squadron, composed primarily of X-WIngs and E-Wings. There were two B-Wings on this one, to bring aboard a few ion cannons. Other squadrons launched behind him. Non-mixed squadrons for the most part. Fighter squadrons. Bomber squadrons. They would bring the most of the heavy firepower. For now, they were to clear out the fighters and shuttles.

"Tight formation, Wild Knights," He said, scanning the sky above him as he sent his X-Wing up towards space. "Keep shields close together." He leaned to one side and modified his shield to focus forward towards the approaching enemy fighters. He sensed a few Dark Side users in the shuttle ahead of him. He marked it as a primary target and watched his targeting computer start tracking it.

"Give priority targets to Dark Side aura vessels," He added. "Knight Five, tighten up." The drifting X-WIng pulled in closer to the rest. Roth focused his attention ahead again. The ships were in range. "Weapons free."
His computer locked onto a fighter and he squeezed the trigger , lasers arching into the invading fighter, vaporizing half a TIE pod. He caught a glimpse of the pilot being sucked into space. Not a pleasant way to go, but better than skewered by a lightsaber.

He swung to one side as lasers sped by him, several deflecting off his craft, sending shudders along its length. He sank himself into the Force and the dance began. He brought his X-wing skidding up and left to avoid a loose torpedo, sensing the formation split around it, before he returned to his spot. He pulled the trigger again and again, painting the star-studded velvet and alternating planet view with red lasers.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Temple West
[member="Ella Nova"]

Tiland pulled his sleeves, cuffing them to keep them from falling over and adjusted his satchel. Not that much of those would be much good here. He was no battlefield medic. He certainly knew how to tend battlefield injuries, but after the fact. Nor was his quarter-staff imbuing skills enough to stand up against a lightsaber. He would have to use his own Anzati telepathy skills for this one, if it came down to it. Until then, it was time to heal and mend. Let others stand in combat. That was not a risk he could truly afford to take. Terrible things would happen if he resorted to violence and gave into the constant yearning for death and darkness. Oh, it was there here too. An unfortunate aspect of his genetic heritage. One he wished could be purged away. As far as he was aware however, such a thing would not be possible.

His physical preparations were completed. Now came the difficult part. He could feel the Dark Side descending on the planet. It called to him, singing an anciently familiar rhapsody that had consumed his ancestors and driven them to become the sources of nightmares for a thousand worlds. He pulled a small bundle of herbs from his satchel, gently bruising them with his fingers and inhaled the scent. It was crisp, cool, and refreshing. Useful for digestive problems and a good accent to many foods, especially drinks. Mint was such a versatile plant. He found it particularly useful for this purpose. It flooded through the sickly call of the Dark Side and dampened it, centralizing the Light side and he reached out to it. The warm light flooded through him, giving him peace and easing the strain in his muscles, especially his leg.

Let the injured come. He would fix them as they came.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: Temple West
Gear: Lightsaber | QQ-151-3 Excon Suit | SMG | QQ-83n | Vibroblade

Audren wasn't actually a member of the New Jedi Order, he was a part of the Silver Sanctum Coalition (previously known as the Silver Jedi). A few of the NJO had come from the SJ however, and he was still on good terms with them. He'd sparred with Chip La'Say on the landing docks when the Temple was still being built, and had become involved with a hunt for a local politician as well. That he'd come to be here when there was an attack on the place was either very good or very bad luck. Whichever the case, he was here, and he wouldn't leave friends and potential allies to fall.

Not that he could leave if he wanted, the planetary shield was up and there were two Star Destroyers in orbit.

The Sephi stood with the second rank of defenders on the West side of the completed Jedi Temple. The first rank was made up of mobile heavy weapons manned by soldiers, the second by vehicles and light artillery with a mix of soldiers and Jedi. Order members of all ranks were in the lines, and Audren was willing to bet that he was one of the more experienced Padawans present. After all, he'd fought zombies, dark space elves, and more. But he wasn't a Knight yet.

It was perhaps fitting that he wore armor designed by one who had been a member of the Sanctum and now was a member of the Alliance. The Excon suit was originally designed for the Levantine Sanctum as a combination environmental and armor suit, and Audren had used it before on Midvinter. It had slots that could fit the larger powerpacks taken by his SMG, along with a number of other useful features. The armor and the gun meant that the Padawan didn't look quite like the other Jedi, though he still carried a lightsaber. Training blade. He had to build himself a real one soon, especially if he kept getting himself into these circumstances. For now, his vibroblade would have to do for the close-in combat.

The dark side users were stains, blackened spots in the Force. They and the soldiers had just recently landed and were headed on a mission of destruction. Audren and those he stood with would stand in their way or die in their attempt to stop them.

 

[Saff]

Location: Temple West
Ebony was still unsure how she got herself here, never a fan of the jedi, but even less a fan of the sith, she sat, twiddling her thumbs with a knee propped up on a step and her elbows holding her up on a step further up behind her. A single leaf of barley being chewed in her mouth as she held her hand over the number pad on her hip. Her turret right next to her, a standard blaster cannon, set up to aim directly into the forest clearing below, just waiting for the first final order trooper. All around her sat Jedi and here she was, a girl in a leather catsuit, hiding her own ability to tap into the force, last thing she needed was to be picked up for recruitment.

The sky was at least looking rather nice today, she had to give it that, although she knew it'd be filled with fire and debris that hurtled into the atmosphere from broken up ships.

She knew that she wasn't much for the huge fire-fights, she'd rather sit here and take out what broke through, it's why with a rather much so skeleton crew of defenders, she sat upon the steps to the entranceway to the temple. She wasn't going to die today, she was sure of that, so now she would just simply wait, wait and see if she was good enough to prove herself right.

"Anyone got a smoke?" She called out to the few jedi surrounding her. Silence. "Guess not"

 

[Jsc]

Preparations
East Temple

Sam was busy setting up the shield generator for one of the gun nests. Equipped in her Minotaur EVA, helm and all, she couldn't smell the dusty air just beyond her visor. Thankfully she wiped away the gathering debris and stood back up. The generator was ready to go. No barrage would catch them unawares this time.

She reached down to her hip and pulled out her blaster pistol. Recharging the magazine with Tibanna Type7 for increased performance against lightsaber jockeys. Mm. Armor, gun, and saber. Yeah. I suppose now she was ready for anything. Final Order and all.

A veteran of a few battles now, the brunette looked around at the soldiers nearby. [member="Relit Vandal"] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] could both been seen making their preparations as well. Even with the darkside creeping closer Sam felt a wave of peace wash over her. This was the calm before the storm.

 

[Aela Talith]

Temple East

Aela rushed through the temple grounds as fast as she could.

When the heralds had come, when news of the attack had been delivered to her door she had been sleeping. It had been a long few months since the founding of the Order, and Aela had spent most of that time either traveling, leading, or coordinating attacks against the First Order. Today had been the first day she had truly been afforded any sort of rest, rest that had been rudely interrupted by the impeding attack.

She had moved faster than any real thought, jumping out of bed and throwing on little more than the barest of threads. A tank top and a simple pair of exercise shorts, the very same outfit that she generally wore when she trained. Her armor had been left behind, needing almost fifteen minutes to properly don. Her lightsaber rested in her palm, and as she swept through the temple and reached the east side she found herself breathing with a sight of relief.

The attack had not yet come and it seemed they still had time to prepare.

"Jacen!" She called out to the man, her eyes casting towards a young woman who walked towards her with an EVO suite, the small bodysuit being tossed towards the Jedi Master.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Temple, East
In this galaxy there was no permanent evasion of acts of cruelty, much less locations on singular planets. To hide meant to be inevitably found, and to stand up against someone meant to invite them home. War was an ever-lingering beast and, whether intentionally or not, the Galactic Alliance that was still in its infancy had waved the red flag. Like a bull that foul beast charged, and in droves the Final Order descended upon the world of Sullust with absolutely no regard for life, liberty, or mercy. Men, women, children would all be slaughtered like cattle to ensure that not a single drop of rebellious blood would flow through a beating heart unless they were pumping that blood onto the burning soil below. But as surprised as the Galactic Alliance had been by their sudden appearance and attempt at slaughtering the whole populace they were just as prepared to meet the Sith and their imperial dogs on the field of battle and fight to the last breath.

For Braith, she had simply been caught on the planet following a routine visit and had taken solace in knowing that Corvus was not here to experience this brutal and bloody battle. She did not doubt the capabilities of the Jedi master, a woman that had personally dueled both her own puppets and the Sith Lords that had trained it, but rather did not want her to witness the raw fury that was to be levied against these invaders. As skilled of an alchemist as she was, if only for her upbringing, the natural talent and raw skill that she possessed was in a somewhat different realm of the force, a far more natural one. The environment hardly suited anyone with its toxic levels of carbon gas in the air, the plumes of flames that lit up whenever methane gas grew too close to the lava streams below, but for the Alua'an this was one example of a perfect battlefield to suite her skills.

The very environment was the canvas, and with her knowledge and abilities she was the painter. Though she stood alone outside, the sky darkened with smog and a fleet assembled to invade, with only her suit of armor sans her helmet, there was the unmistakable presence, lingering if it weren't obvious enough for those who could feel that sort of thing, of Braith stretched far and wide alongside the eastern border of the temple. Wedged into the ground at her feet, vertically, was the blade which she dubbed the "Great Divide", and behind it stood she with her hands held up and her face locked in an expression of focus and great strain. To alter the environment did not require insane amounts of stamina and energy, but it did require a certain finesse that could make the difference between a strike of lightning in the sky and a storm that might rage for weeks.

On another world, in another era, the magma flows would have been vast seas and the skies would have been dark and heavy with rain. It would have been a time when Braith was worshiped as a goddess in human form - though she was neither - and rather than planetary invaders these enemies would have been the tribes of another island seeking to pillage hers. And the storms? The very weapons that would destroy entire navies as they morphed into monsoons. She was a veteran of this sort of warfare, and the terrain could always become something of an advantage to her. Though lifting entire streams of magma from the ground with a telekinetic pull was impossible for her, she could alter the flow of the wind, the movement of the ground below, and shift the crust that they stood above so that the magma would rise up like plumes of certain death.

All she needed was a little bit of time and patient focusing.

While her allies scrambled for battle, she stood calm, facing the approaching enemy, prepared for such a hellish storm to be brewed.
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Relit Vandal"] [member="Samantha Roberts"] [member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Location: Temple West

This was what he was made for. This was his purpose. Maybe the Force willed it that he would be a bastion against the Darkness here, in this universe and this timeline, and he would gladly run his righteous blades through the Sith rabble. An environmental mask sat upon his jaw, his breath fogging up the transparent material with every slow, controlled breath. He centered himself as the Jedi and ragtag soldiers around him prepared for battle. The Trans-galactic battlemaster's blades hung at his waist, with his green bladed dual phase resting in the palm of his hand.

The warriors of this plane were powerful, much more powerful than he originally thought. Though the Jedi of the Republic were weak willed and the Sith were more docile than those of his domain they held higher skill in combat...Well, some of the warriors. It was strange meeting so many that he had met on the battlefield as enemies but met here as Jedi of the highest caliber, with the opposite being true as well.

His eyes fell on the skies above. He felt the Darkness.

It was coming.

 

[Rayliav'enci]

Location: Temple East

Raylia despised wearing a breathing mask, but cracking the dome would be the end of them all with out it. Her deep blue fingers curled around the silver and electrum hilt in her palm, the heavy metal cylinder carried more weight now than just the simple weapon. The alarms had sounded, the word had come and she had dressed quickly, scrambling to the eastern side of the temple. These Final Order fanatics would find them defiant in the face of certain destruction.

Her lekku were trailing down her back, her emerald eyes squinting at the horizon looking for the movement of incoming. She was calm, her breathing easy, her concentration on the moment. It is in the stillness before the storm that Raylia had always found comfort and solace. That blessed moment of peace right before the winds sweep the chaff, leaving clarity and the power of the tempest. She took the moments before a battle very seriously, opening herself to the force and those around her so that she might be guided by the tides of the battle, by the needs of her fellow Jedi. She stood listening, sensing, her eyes closed now as she focused on her center.

As much as she was a pillar of serenity, she could feel the frenetic, almost giddy nature of her friend, Kurayami, the former Republic commando. While she took the last moments to prepare her mind and body for battle, Kurayami prepared by checking his weapons and rattling off a list of thing he wanted to see on fire. She had tried to exert a more soothing influence on him, but the desire for pyrotechnics was strong with this one.

[member='Kurayami Bloodborn']

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Relit Vandal"]
[member="Samantha Roberts"]
[member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Braith Achlys"]
[member="Rayliav'enci"]

"Master Talith," Jacen said, managing to hold her eyes for a moment without shame, before looking towards the direction of the enemy. Already the hazy sky caught the light of blaster fire as both sides tried to gain the upper hand in reconnaissance. All he had himself was an armourplast chest plate and helmet. Given that the battle could go on for days, that was all he wanted anyway. The weight of a full suit designed for a single saber battle would drain his stamina over a protracted engagement.

"Listen up," he said loudly enough for the nearby Jedi to hear. "We have two echelons of defence, roughly two-thirds forward. The Jedi and groups of commandos are the additional mobile strike force. We've got to be reactive and work with close air support to plug the holes.

"Right now, we almost have something approaching a deliberate defence, an account of the fact that the military had scoped out positions and tactics for holding the Temple in advance. We've left a deliberate weak spot left of centre, hopefully to draw them into a killing field. If we can pull that off we should be able to repel their first wave and buy ourselves some breathing room.

"The enemy have deployed most of their mounted infantry to the centre, but they have rapid armour on both flanks. Victory is predicated on maintaining air superiority, otherwise their armour is going to turn our flanks. If they break the first echelon, we also need to prevent any dark side adopts breaking through. If a strike team of Sith get through and cut through the second echelon and fire support we're going to be in all kinds of trouble.

"Mobile strike force need to stay tuned to channel auresh six where you'll be directed to where we need to hold off the Sith or launch a counter. They're bringing speeder bikes out from the Temple now so we can stay mobile."

Jacen nodded to each in turn. The plans didn't go that far into the future. Even if they held out the next day, the enemy had brought enough manpower that they could never hold this position indefinitely. No one yet had a plan that involved creating a clear opportunity to drive them off world. Everyone knew that at some point in time, this was going to become a chaotic last stand. They would just have to make the Final Order pay for every inch of ground.

"Every time the Sith show their faces we're going to put them down. Brave and selfless are not words they know. When they realise they're being punished every time, they'll start to hang back and leave the fighting to the soldiers.

"This is open ground; do not get isolated. If a platoon of stormtroopers decides to deploy all its firepower to bring you down, they will end you. We fight for each other today, not for ourselves."

 

[Spark Finn]

Temple West

[member="Ella Nova"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Ebony Blackheart"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

The blond grumbled, in an unusually fowl mood. "Yeah, let's involve the padawans even though they're not ready. Already making the same gorram mistakes of the Republic," pale-face scrunched up in a scowl as she continued to talk to herself, speckled-blue eyes looking over the readouts of the screen. Public comm was on to [member="Coren Starchaser"].

#chit

"Sorry you had to hear that Core. I don't care if we don't have the numbers. The padawans shouldn't be here. At least you know where I stand. I just hope the ones that are, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] made sure they weren't the newbie, newb, newbs." She shivered, thinking of how the Republic put her in the exact same situation, left her behind, and did nothing when the sith took her and Qun Vel. The technopath was already distracted, thinking of ways to keep them safe. Protect them.

Huh. Must be how Coren felt about his team all the time. #leaderworries

"Temple shields and defenses are up. Got a little surprise for our enemies with a bonafide droid army. How's it looking up there?"

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Temple East

[member="Rayliav'enci"]

Kurayami could feel his adrenaline rising as soon as he had gotten the call to arms to defend the temple. As an ex-special ops soldier, he was used to working in small units or oftentimes alone. He had been listening as [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] had given them a short briefing. He was busy with prepping and double checking his weapons. Everything seemed to be well enough in place and managed to catch basics as well as the comms channel for the mobile strike force. Auresh six.

He was slightly behind and to Raylia's left side as he checked to make sure he had his favored incendiary rounds for the grenade launcher that went with his DC-17m. He was satisfied upon finding out that he had indeed packed eight rounds four on his person and four in the pack, and had twenty-five rounds for the sniper attachment. Finally remembering that he had his blaster currently equipped on the ICWS he double checked his reserve ammo for that as well two hundred forty, four extra cartridges. For his T-6 Thunderer pistols he carried three cartridges for each a total of two hundred rounds between the two sidearms.

Having finished his check and taking his time to make sure that his HUD was properly synchronized to the rest of his suit he nodded that he was ready to take the fight to the Final Order. Behind the golden visor he cracked a small smile as he awaited further orders.

"Just point me towards anything that needs more fire, because if you want things to be on fire, that is how you do it. Well, you don't...I mean you do since you gave the order, but I provide the missing pieces, namely explosives."

 

[Adele Adonai]

For my ally is the Force. And a powerful Ally it is.​

Life creates it, makes it grow. It's energy surrounds us and binds us.​

~ Master Yoda​

ATMOSPHERE - Temple Garden atrium

Darkness fell like a shroud.

They are coming.

The wail of klaxons would scream throughout the Jedi Temple, from the floating gardens down to the secure underground dormitories, training halls, and healing ward. The Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order would jump into action. Each moving to arm and defend the temple. Some would use their lightsabers or blasters. Others the Force. It wasn't just Jedi any longer, but the combined forces of the Alliance, pilots, soldiers, and citizens of Sullust.

They would go down without a fight.

Standing in the middle of the atrium and gardens of the floating Jedi Temple, where the turbulent gaseous clouds of volcanic ash would funnel beyond the Solarium Glasteeel dome. It would protect the floating temple from blasterfire, but how well would it deal with turbolasers if the Final Order's fleets got past the shields?

Staring up into that red spiraling cloud beyond the dome, Jedi Knight A'dele Adonnai would square her shoulders. She could feel them. The Jedi. The Alliance. Everyone. Even them.

While she was but one small grain of sand in the sea of the Force, she would do her part. She had to. With that, aware of the danger of remaining in the floating temple, the woman would settle down into a seiza position. From here she would get a better grasp of the situation than underground... and she sank into the Force.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

TEMPLE EAST

@Relit Vandal
@Samantha Roberts
@Aela Talith
@Braith Achlys
@Rayliav'enci


The healer-in-training survived against a sith invasion on Kashyyyk. She survived a second assault mission on the same planet. Each time she thought her book of life was at its end, the force had other ideas, whether it was through a jedi disguised as a sith or a Togorian turned lightside-ish. Would today be any different?

Taheera was here as a republic representative of her own volition. The Galactic Alliance needed able-bodied fighters. And most likely, healers. Never one to turn down a need, she answered the call. Her identification codes and Republic roster were sent ahead to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. It didn't take too long to get green-lighted.

She had met Jacen once, during a shield training conducted by [member="Alen Na'Varro"]. A long time ago. It would be good to see him again. She wove through those ready to defend, lithe-fingers running through her med-pac, triple-quadruple checking the supplies.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Between orders and the combat situation, he had Spark on the line. Always good to touch with the person he was… dating? Before going into combat and risking getting blown up. “No, you’re write, Spark. Keep the kids out of the fire. Keep yourself out of the fire, is [member="Rook"] with you?” The man was an instigator. But he knew Spark would do what was right, and protect the life blood of the Alliance.



Coren grinned, he was hearing the calls over the other channels, being one of the Supreme Commander’s advisors granted him some small benefits. And one was listening to all the chatter on the comms. “Looks like we have a bit of competition today, Tibs. Start recording when you start engaging, lets see if we can get those Wild Knights to buy us the first few rounds.” Pilots loved competition, and they loved their small traditions. Your thousandth landing? Traveling across the galaxy? Each had ceremony that meant nothing to the outsiders but everything to the pilots. Dawn Treader and the Warbirds had their own unique celebrations.

“Lets get moving, boys!” He said, gunning the E-Wing to its combat speed. The white knuckle grip was all he needed. The engines were kicking, blasters warmed up and the first shuttles came into his long range visual. Time to dial the weapons in, three lasers converging at 50 meters ahead of him. That ought to do well.

[member="Roth Tillian"]
[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Jsc]

Temple East
Right Flank - GA First Echelon - vs FO Mounted Infantry - p1 - A Successful Defense
(00:00:00 -> +00:10:00 )

Jacen gave the spiel and Sam nodded with understanding. Those orders she could do: Draw in the center and killbox. Hold the flanks against mounties. Darksiders as they come. ...Yeah. Okay. Easy as pie.

Sam took off running down the back line and towards the right-most flank. There she found an elevated cannon nest and bunkered down with the rest of the troops. The recon boys can rushing back over the black rocks with Stormtroopers not far behind. The troopers grabbed their cannons and waited just long enough for the speeder bikes to come out into the open water fields. Then they opened fire.

Blaster bolts went flying, speeders exploded, rockets found targets out in the open ground, and the GA infantry used their snipers to great effect. The right flank held out amazingly against the first wave of speeders. The open fields of water, flat rocks, and magna veins did much to ground their assault to a raging halt. The battle line had been drawn and Sam perked her head up to watch the horizon. Soon the Final Order would discover that charging across the open ground was born for disaster.

White helms dashed too and fro on the far ridgelines however. Enemy snipers would soon be fielded. As such, Sam holstered her pistol and retreated to the trenches to grab a sniper's weapon. The right flank would hold gleefully (and quietly) for almost ten minutes.