The Untamed Wilds [ First Order's Dominion of Zonama Sekot. ]

[Judah Lesan]

Verza cut through tree limbs and high grasses as he moved toward the direction of First Order signals. He stopped as an order to evacuate and return to the outpost came into his comm. The agent was about to reply and voice his compliance when his short range scanner picked up a distress signal near his position. It was a First Order beacon. With one blink Verza pulled up the guidance system on his HUD and began to move toward the beacon.

He arrived to find a crashed ship and one of the Knights of Ren. The scene was a mess, and Verza was a little uncertain of whether the Ren would have survived the crash. There was no time to find out. The craft was surrounded by Vong.

Ducking behind the base of a large tree, Verza pulled out his blaster pistols. His breathing slowed as he assessed the location of the hostiles. He hoped the Ren was alive and would be able to fight as came out from behind the tree and shot the nearest Vong in the head. Raising the second pistol he blasted another to his left, and continued fighting until all the Vong were dead. Whether the Ren got involved or not Verza was uncertain. He simply called out to him as the battle ended.

<<< "This whole section is about to be bombarded. We've got to get out of here before we're caught in it. Orders are to regroup at the outpost. They're being overrun." >>>

Verza motioned in the direction of the outpost. They didn't have a large window of time. The two had to start moving.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Horned Vengeance" ​

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10th Company, 3rd Platoon AKA the Bloody Banthas​

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Objective: Deliver Imperial Diplomacy​

Location: LZ Kilo-Theta-Alpha; Western Jungles of Zonama Sekot​

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[member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Zul Grimm"] | [member="Narek Kalast"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Verza Lor"] | [member="Braser Steltan"]​

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"Acknowledged."

Sgt. Viramontes replied to the Auxiliary unit over comms as she marched with her squad, eyes forward and on Lieutenant Tarkin. Tarkin needn't even turn as he spoke to her, "contact the Benavidez, have them and the other dropships move in. Full sweep, do we have any carriers?"

"Benavidez, Bantha One-Four request ground support to these coordinates, as well as bomber support to these coordinates. Copy."

"Copy, Bantha One-Four. Descending now, request for bomber support sent up the chain, good luck."

For Sera and Jones, along with what was left of their team would find some saving grace in the form of the FIV Benavidez as it descended with ease. Punching through the atmosphere and moving down to dispatch a smoke screen, heavy enough to give them cover to escape all the while it unleashed rockets and blaster cannons meant to shred through traditional infantry but would simply buy these souls time to get out of the area.

The request for bomber support would go to Captain Wilhuff of the FIV Hellstrom, and on this day he'd be glad to not have Grand Admiral Yvarro aboard. He looked over his shoulder to where Commander Aermoira Cyone was and nodded to her. They would unleash their five squadrons of Reign IIs, a full forty bombers would join the Benavidez this time heading for the location as indicated. A crash site where the Vong had amassed, and without discrimination would unleash their full payload of proton bombs clearing out more than sufficient space, this would join the fires in the western jungles of Zonoma Sekot. Burning en masse both natural beauty and the Vong, and the latter Lieutenant Tarkin could care less for. His own incinerator hungered for more, "Tarkin to all Imperial Forces, report, what's your status?"

"Strovenko, plant the marker here. We'll need a beacon set up and establish a quick forward outpost," he ordered having finally taken a moment to look over his shoulder at his platoon. The men were tired he knew, burning Vong hadn't been so simple. They jumped over the flames had engaged them from behind, many on instinct went for their blasters which had been a fatal mistake. The bodies of another three men had been pulled, the other in their squad had survived, he'd been a private. Saved by his own sergeant, the last was still in critical condition being tended to by the Corpsman. "Form up, let's get the marker down and a beacon established. Corpsman, how is he?"

"He's okay for now."

The PFC spoke up for himself, "I'm alright, sir. Just a flesh wound."

Tarkin eyed the young man a moment, his armor was still holding. "Still like for a doctor to look you over, sit tight with your squadmate, he'll need you."

"Yes sir," he nodded a hand draped across his torso his helmet turned and looked at the private and placed a hand on his shoulder.

The lieutenant looked around a moment and noticed movement in the treeline, "right you sorry bastards, ready on the incinerators men!"

More movement, and then the Vong launched out from the canopy tops, "BURN THEM ALL!"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="Morro"]
Objective: Operation Schildknappe
Location: FIV Vigilance Bridge
Post: IV

Carlyle scowled and turned back, eyes shooting past Morro. "Report lieutenant." He sternly barked. Rather than looking concerned, he looked irritated, almost angry at this young officers intrusion. His glare was withering. His posture rigid, and his jaw clenched, in silent fury and malice. The lieutenant nodded his head.

"Admiral, sir," The flustered officer stammered, "Sir, we're recieving power fluctuations from the shield generator." The lieutenant reported, "They won't power up." Carlyle's brow furrowed in thought. What was this? Nonetheless, this would be no issue in the long run. The First Order would crush the Yuzahn Vong resistance, and tame this system.

"Continue on course." Rausgeber commanded, turning back as the Vigilance began to attack the oncoming vessels. "We'll have to be careful." He breathed out. This was becoming interesting. He breathed out again, and watched the vessels closing in. His eyes glued to the luminescent green glow of the turbolasers, hitting the void.

Another voice spoke up, "Sir," It was the Chief Engineer, a stern looking captain, who was in his mid thirties. Carlyle once again turned to face the younger officer. The Engineer was a beast of a man, standing at six-foot, eleven inches. He also carried a baritone voice. However, in this instant, despite the large stature of the man, betrayed immediate concern. "Sir, reactor chamber two is in meltdown sir." He glanced down at his terminal. "And chamber four is going critical."

Carlyle's eyes widened. The situation was more dire than he had anticipated. "Cool them. Shut them down, all of them." He barked, voice loud, and filled with panic. "Override the commands!" He glowered, "Do whatever is necessary." He demanded. This was bad, very bad. And the collapse of his cool, calm facade was now the end of that.

There was a pause, the bridge crew held their collective breath, "Too late sir." The Engineer barked, "We're about to-"

BOOM!​

The entire Vigilance rocked as a massive chunk of it was blown out of the midsection. The whole vessel shook. Carlyle was knocked from his feet, caught off guard, his face slammed into the floor. Warning klaxons sounded. Terminals across the bridge began to explode, crackle and be destroyed. Technicians shielded their eyes. Some were seared by the blasts, other blinded by pieces of white hot glass into their eyes. Carlyle picked his face up. A single, grizzled command was wheezed. "Move!"

 

[Tour Sera]

About 30 seconds later, Tour landed back on her feet, diving into a combat roll to dissipate the force of her impact against the earth below her. As she came back upright, she drew her Power 5 heavy blaster pistol, and her ceremonial Sc'rath knife, normally reserved for ceremonial functions such as blood pact rituals and sacrificing. About a hundred yards now stood between her and the encircled navy troopers - a fair distance on any other day, but today a deathly killing ground as dozens of Vong swarmed around in throngs, wielding their deadly amphistaffs as they scrambled in all directions. Some running at Lt. Steltan and his squadron, some now heading for her. The staff sergeant barely even had time to cuss before she got to work.

A low lateral lunge was the opener, as she just narrowly evaded an amphistaff swinging straight at her. As her head popped back up, she raised her P5 as it fired off; exhaust fumes escaping from just above its stock by the safety lock as a heavy, red slug of a beam bored a searing, black hole through the Vong warrior's thick, ridged face. As he collapsed to the ground, Tour quickly aimed at another Vong now just an arm's length away and charging at her, and fired again in between his eyes in the blink of an eye, dropping him as well. She was about to lunge forward to provide the killing blow to the amphistaff with her knife when a wild, long-swinging amphistaff slammed into her back, shorting out her personal shield and denting the rear torso plating of her suit. Molecularly bonded and matrix woven as it was, it may have been near-impervious to energy weaponry and most slugs, but not against the solid, clubbing blow of an amphistaff. Tour let out a cry of pain in her helmet as she reeled for a second, catching the now-fallen Vong Warrior's amphistaff by the base of the head as it tried to recoil and strike her helmet's blast glass. She then plunged her Sc'rath knife deep into its mouth as it hissed at her, and then rolled onto her back to just barely escape another amphistaff which now slammed into the ground. A sweeping kick from her supine position wasn't enough to trip the bug, but shook him enough to make him wobbly as Tour sat up, crouched forward and plunged her knife into the side of his exposed thigh near his pelvis, knowing well that full contact with Vorduun Crab living armor was futile. The Vong cried out with a hiss as she twisted her dagger, pulled it out as she rose to her feet and then front-kicked it to push the bug back before finishing it with a blast from her P5.

Next, her weight shifted onto her left foot, pivoting on her heels as she ducked down and caught another charging Vong by tacking straight into him, and then straightened her lower back as she flipped him over her back, and then with a powerful stomp from her armored boot crushed his skull in. Black blood escaped from the orifices on his face and through the torn ridges of his skin. The staff sergeant then felt a hard tug on her far hand. Turning, she then found an amphiwhip wrapped around her forearm holding her knife, tugged by a Vong which screeched at her in its xeno gutteral language. At first she tried to pull against it, but one powerful tug from the Vong had her flying towards him. She narrowly weaved to escape his armored fist, and then tripped him by hooking her leg around the back of his knee, then pulling back and throwing him - using the iron-hard bond between them from his living weapon to his own disadvantage. After falling prone by the Vong's head, she stuck the barrel of her P5 and shot him in the cranium, and then shot the amphistaff by the head, releasing its vice-grip around her arm.

Tour then rose to one knee, panting and gasping for air as she consecutively shot three Vong Warriors running at her. Her nervous and endocrine systems ran haywire as her senses were overloaded - pure adrenaline drove her from second to second, granting her the necessary keenness and shortened reaction time to stay alive. She then turned around frantically to look where Apollyon Six had gone - Sara.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[Redacted]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Tour Sera"]

No answer expect for the arrival, her boots shut off as she landed and skidded before looking around. She least lead blast! However she looked around again seeing the chaos, suddenly it was like the world stopped almost...she remembered something like this before being stuck on the ground deep in enemy territory, your life was decided by what you did one small step you were done

And in this moment her eyes widened then shrunk...bloodlust overcoming her as she looked around finding a knife setting around as she pulled her other out. She growled as that calm collected face turned into a grinning face almost unsettling as she let a battle cry out charging a vong who was finishing a navy solider befire turning only to see the horror coming towards him. Visor broken, cuts running over her face, her eyes crazed and a smile that spoke death...the go g tried turning but was knocked down and started screaming in horror as she stabbed wherever skin was before it finally died. It's staff hiss as she grabbed it's tail and swung it towards another coming behind her, killing the staff and then rushed the next one who, thankfully recovered in time to dodge

The vong was confused and somewhat horrified, had the dead of the enemy came back with vengeance? His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knife to his throat before being kicked. Sara breath deeply as four vong surrounded her, she growled at each as she spun her blades and then they attacked. Ducking beneath one she pushed back to knick him back befire she was hit from the side, she let a pained scream befire letting a battle cry out and attacked the one that hit her, pinning him she grabbed a det and pushed it into a chink and armed it pushing him back into two others and watched them explode

All her targets were dead, the rush came down as she returned to reality as she blinked and then fell back before panting as she looked around, 6 dead by her hands. She looked around as she stood slowly grabbing the knives and a fallen blaster befire she slowly started her way over to apollyon one...she really hoped she didn't see her lose it...last thing she needed was to be unfit for duty and not able to serve

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Location: Zonama Sekot Orbit, FIV Vigilance
Objective: Evacuate
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Post: 4

In a matter of minutes the situation began to deteriorate. Morro listened to the report, and the Admiral did not appear nonplussed by the power fluctuations of the shield generator, or perhaps he hid his anxiety well, which was surprising given the rumors of his mental instability in a crisis situation.

Yet the news did not improve, and a prickle of fear moved from the back of her blue nape to her spine.

After the explosion however, the Chiss found herself on the floor of the bridge, along with half a dozen other officers. Alarms blared as she realized she was knocked unconscious for a moment.

Grabbing the seat for support to pull herself up, Morro felt her temple, but there was no blood, only a lump. Uncharacteristically a panic ensued and while she liked to think this type of emergency would be handled with calm and order, she saw ensigns scrambling and officers pushing each other to begin the evacuation process.

But instead of distress, the Chiss officer felt a strange sense of calm. As the ship rocked, the thunderous roar of open space sucking out any living being unfortunate enough to be near the breached hull, she scanned the bridge. The Admiral lay upon the floor and she could not tell if he was injured or just shaken up.

Skidding over to him and dropping onto her knees, she began to assess whether he had been hurt or not, shouting, “Call for a medic!"

It was a hollow request among the pandemonium.

“This is a level five, code red, Commander Morro. Evacuation is the only course of action,” said one of the ensigns before he fled what was left of the bridge.

 

[Braser Steltan]

Braser sighed of relief as he watched the auxiliary team fly over the trees and roll into battle. Two women, young by the look of it. He turned to his left to see a navy trooper, grappled by the arm, battling a Vong warrior. Just before he could raise his blaster and fire at the creature it snapped the mans arm with its living weapon and tossed him aside. Braser fired three times at the warrior, two catching its shoulder, the last burning a hole in its left eye. The monster slumped over and fell to the ground. The Lt. Commander crouched behind a crate and grabbed a smoking F-11D off of the mud. The over heated weapon steamed as he breathed heavily and peered over the crate. One of the auxiliary quickly dispatched a bug and moved on to another. The other auxiliary, she was a flurry of madness and rage. Braser slowly stood up as he watched the girl maliciously stabbed another Vong as it screamed in terror.

The man watched with wide, almost afraid, eyes at the ball of rage in front of him. As the girl murdered the Vong another warrior burst from the tree line. Braser ran out from the crates and out into the open, taking a knew in the grass. He raised the blaster rifle to his eye and peered through the scope. Being careful not to hit the auxiliary, he fired a single shot that burned through the Vong's neck, the bolt barely grazing the back of her head. The last of the Vong attackers quickly fell and died from Braser's shot. the tall man breathed heavily and stood up, dusting the grass and dirt from his uniform. The auxiliary was standing over her prey, silent but heaving heavy breaths. "I must say, that display of malice was rather, impressive." He smirked and approached the girl.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Tour Sera"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Verza Lor"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She swung around after feeling a bolt go by her head hearing a voice behind her, blaster raised quickly before she cursed her and lowered it aa she removed the helmet and tossed it aside seeing as the thing was busted and useless. She stood straight as she looked the man over a habit really...she couldn't help but notice he was...a bit excited perhaps at her brutal killing of the vong? Even going so far as to praise her brutality. She cleared her throat and nodded making a lie sort of

they aren't human, they don't care for anything in the galaxy but themselves. They don't deserve treatment you'd give a human. They are merciless and I'll simomy treat them as they do us

She said coldly before she caught her breath and stood straight and saluted, quite interested in this man...mighr as well make a introduction a name gave a lot

Sara lee Jones apollyon six of fireteam apollyon...or well what's left of it sir

She frowned, yea that was a rough thing knowing pretty much her and apollyon one were the last two remaining of their team...either way she was glad to talk to someone else finally even if it was...well a odd meeting


@Braser Steltan[member="Tour Sera"]

 

[Tour Sera]

Tour rose to her feet and recovered as she found , holstering her P5 and her Sc'rath as she unslung her Sky Raider again and began popping off small bursts into nearby Vong, sighting through her scope to aim for the backs or sides of their thick, ridged skulls. She slowly made her way towards the Navy corpsmen and Lt. Steltan while maintaining her bladed-off firing stance, occasionally pivoting either to the left or right to drop straggling, flailing or retreating Vong Warriors. Reloading her clip came effortlessly, and she simultaneously disengaged her energy packets from her blaster rifle as she instinctively reached around her utility belt to pull a fresh clip and lock it in.

In the distance, a second small auxiliary squadron stormed onto the killing fields - about 5 men strong and looking like they'd also gotten their noses bloodied since arriving on Zonama Sekot with their black-blood-stained fatigues and helmets. They fired wildly, emptying their clips in clusters of laser fire at any Vong they could find. Most missed, but they did create a hailstorm of laser fire that was enough to rile up the now routing Vong.

The staff sergeant then caught noticed a Vong Warrior moving on the ground; blood escaping from his left waist as he seemed to struggle for a nearby amphistaff, which lay coiled and hissed at him. By him was another wounded warrior, reeling with his left forearm gone - black blood also gushing from the open wound. She then removed her helmet, letting the warm sunlight kiss her tanned, leathery skin for the first time. By near-human standards she'd probably be attractive to some, but her skin felt reptilian to the touch. While not scaly, it certainly was dry and as tough as game.

Tour approached the two injured Vong, tilting her head for a bit to notice Sara and the navy Lt. Commander exchanging formalities. She didn't care much for chitchat, but the sight of the human's now-cracked helmet distressed her.

"Apollyon Six, you're a mess! Many Bothans died to bring us that gear, and you karked it! You better fix that, or I'll shove my 19D so far up your backside you'll taste the Desh powder metal residue on my stock!", she yelled with no lack of mocking humor as she briefly stood in place, and then took a few steps more to stand by the Vong, first stepping on his bleeding waist to get a hiss out of him before grabbing a section of his living armor to flip him onto his back. What she could only presume were profanities escaped from his bloodied mouth in his gutteral language as she lowered her Sky Raider and knelt by his side, resting her hands on her bent knee. One of the other auxiliaries from the newly arrived fireteam walked up to the other Vong laying supine and holding his wounded arm, a tall, muscular human specimen - towering over Tour like a giant as he smiled in a charming, unrepentant way only a convict headed for the firing line could.

"Staff Sergeant Tour Sera", he said in his low, rough and menacing voice, nodding his head and smiling down at the sergeant with her back turned, licking his lips as he chuckled a little. Tour then half-turned to him, "Identify yourself, aux."

"Private Trask Oric. Fireteam Tigris."

"Tigris? Where's Sergeant Panaka?"

"Dead. Didn't make it. Poor soul."

Tour said nothing more, and then turned back to the Vong in front of her, who kept his menacing, hissing look at her.

"Do you speak Galactic Basic?"

The Vong stopped for a little, and groaned before finally replying. "Your kind aren't welcome here", it hissed.

"How many are you here?"

"Our fallen warriors will fight on with us."

"You care about your comrades?"

Tour then sighed, slowly rose to her feet as she un-holstered her P5, slowly turning to the side to aim at the other Vong, whose eyes widened as it shook its head, as if to say that it was already beaten and there was no use. "We'll tell you where they are!", it cried as it turned to the Warrior by Tour's feet. And then, Tour raised her heavy blaster pistol up to Private Oric, who didn't even have time to furl his eyebrows before blasting him in the gut, flooring him as he cried out and dropped his blaster rifle and curled up into a fetal position.

"Care clouds judgement, insect", Tour then said, addressing the Vong Warrior again. "That is why you will lose this planet."

"W-what are you doing, sergeant?!", Trask cried out as he raised his head at Tour, his eyes bloodshoot and his face flushed from the pain.

"Death is no disgrace, private. Die well." She then fired off a second round, silencing the giant as she turned back to the Vong by her feet.

"You will tell us what we need to know, Yuuzhan Vong. After that, I will kill you. Death is no disgrace. But the sooner you tell me what I need, the less you will have to suffer."

She then raised her head and looked around. "Do we have an interrogation droid?"

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] @Braser Steltan @Morro @Carlyle Rausgeber [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] [member="Verza Lor"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Abandon Ship
Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge
Post: V
Allies; [member="Morro"]


Carlyle picked himself up, and got to his knees, before being hauled to his feet by two burly stormtroopers. The bridge was rife with panic, as the Vigilance rocked again. This time being peppered by turbolaser fire from the oncoming Vong vessels. Rausgeber scowled. "Admiral, what's your next course of action?" Commodore Wulfgang asked, face plastered with worry. The whole crew was. This was unanticipated.
"Abandon ship." Carlyle growled, through gritted teeth. The panic briefly stopped, as Carlyle picked himself up. He was slightly bloodied. His nose seemed to seep blood from both nostrils. "You heard me." He growled again, stretching a little, "Get moving!" The bridge crew began to move to the escape pods, Rausgeber however didn't leave with them. He began to move himself to a console.The bridge emptied, until there were only give of them. Garrick, the Commodore, Morro and one of the stormtroopers.

"Admiral, what are you doing?" Commodore Wulfgang asked, "You said it was time to evacuate sir." The officer said. His cap was now missing, and his uniform singed by flame. The klaxon grew louder, and louder.

"I'm making sure the signal goes out to the rest of the fleet, and ship." Carlyle replied, starring at the console, one of the few which had not been destroyed in the power surge. He began to tinker with it, "Go Commodore, go." Carlyle commanded, "You too Commander," His eyes locked with Morro's. There was genuine fear there. It was almost palpable in his gaze. "I'll catch up."

 

[Soundwave]

Location | Established Outpost on Zonama Sekot
Objective | Hold the Perimeter
Company | [member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Braser Steltan"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Verza Lor"]

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Zul would pull back away from the previous clearing, having left behind a doppelganger to draw in Vong into the clearing. They would continuously attempt to hit it with their amphistaffs to no avail as Fireteam Apollyon and Zul had made their escape. It would not be long until that specific location was blasted sky high just as Zul and company had escaped the blast radius. Zul would keep the rear covered as the group fought their way to an established outpost that was currently being overrun by Vong. The main ground troops were beginning to land by the hundreds as flametroopers burned the century old plantlife to the ground, reducing mighty trees to nothing but ash as smoke and scent of charred bodies filled the air.

Zul would keep a closer eye on the Auxiliary unit, knowing that the general infantry was easily expendable and more prone to taking casualties. He would keep his involvement in the engagement to a minimum, conserving his strength for later as everyone else around him fought in a frantic panic. The occasional Vong would bypass some of the frontline to get to him, only to be just as quickly dispatched as their peers, falling to the relentless accuracy of Zul's sickles at their unarmored and exposed parts. Graceful swings and cleaved body parts were strewn around, the black blood of Vong soaking the mud in rivers. A massive explosion was heard as Zul looked up to the sky. At first nothing could be seen through the thick clouds that obscured what lay in the atmosphere, but then large chunks of a ship began to fall like scorching hot comets.

Zul would return his gaze back to the events around him, the echoing thunder of debris impacting the surface. Smoke rose to blacken the sky as piles of corpses began to stack up, of both Vong and First Order. His gaze fixated on the Tour as she was attempting to interrogate a Vong. He tilted his head partially to the side as he observed the situation, his eyes shifting to another auxiliary private arriving on scene from a different unit. He wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying, but he sensed something. Cold indifference. He watched with great intrigue as she shot the private in cold blood. The sergeant had proven so far to be ruthless and skilled in combat, making decisions without so much as second guessing them. Perhaps he saw something interesting in her. If she was able to brave the rest of the battle and come out of it alive, he may bring her to the attention of his superiors.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Destroy the Potentium​

Allies: [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Tour Sera"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] @Verza Lor ​

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Kyrel was furious as he was surrounded by the creatures. Not only was his craft shot down and he was stuck in the jungle surrounded, but he was delayed from his objective which made him livid beyond belief as he stepped out slowly, his armor remained intact as he kept his saber down, the Vong armed with all sorts of organic weaponry, and as one spoke to him. "Death to all Invaders." Kyrel scoffed and looked to them, his voice hiding his venom as he looked at each one of them. "The only one who will be facing death is you." He then moved to strike, his anger fueling his power as he used the Force to move with speed, the vong becoming momentarily surprised as Kyrel began to cut them down with his blade one by bone, but had unforeseen one who had slipped between his fingers and tried to attack him from behind, and then the attack stopped due to a hail of blaster fire. He then saw a figure which did not look like a Stormtrooper or a low-class warrior. It looked to be a mercenary hired by the First Order which Kyrel quickly became disgusted, but before he could say anything he was alerted of the attack going on at a nearby outpost. Realizing he could get a different form of transportation there, before moving past him and towards the Outpost he spoke. "Then we must not waste any more time." ​

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Kyrel moved with haste through the thick jungle, and what seemed like what would go on forever, he finally heard the battle cries and the sounds of Blaster fire, from then on he could make out several figures. Several troopers who were dressed in poor armor, and from what he could tell must have been one of the new disciples. For the most part, it seemed like they were handling rather well even noting the brutality of a certain female officer in the crowd that he was for certain would not have lasted long if otherwise. He finally emerged outside the entrance of the camp behind a Vong squad. He grabbed one by the neck and snapped it's neck while stabbing the other through the chest with his lightsaber. He started to engage the final one when it had struck Kyrel with his amphistaff. It broke a small portion of his mask and Kyrel roared in anger. For a few seconds, the two engaged in a duel before finally ending him by decapitation. ​

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As the battle was winding down with the remaining Vong retreating and those that did remain were quickly mopped up. Kyrel approached the group the damaged part of his mask exposing a part of his face showing the grey flesh mixed in with cybernetic pieces as well as a yellow eye consumed with rage. Kyrel looked at each one of them as he spoke in a tone that didn't sound too pleased. "Who is in charge of this camp, or should I say group more precisely." He said keeping his saber at his side as he waited for an answer looking at everyone. ​

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[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Tour Sera"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

She looked to tour befire she couldn't help a laugh an flocked the helmet up as she looked it over, she knew she was joking but after looking at the thing closely almost comical like she punted the helmet

might as well get shoving staff sergeant, because unless I go back and find every piece in the...well now leveled village it ain't getting fixed

She said with a laugh as she looked to [member="Braser Steltan "]for a moment nodding her head as she followed sera to a vong as she kept a eye out for anymore vong that dared attack this outpost, her eyes glanced as another aux came in as she shifted her armor a bit and looked to them. Place was littered with bodies, friendly, enemy, and some unrecognizable do to simply being in pieces.

Her eyes quickly went up as she heard the blaster fire and looked to tour, she blinked making sure it wasn't a hallucination. But it was reality her sergeant just shot another soldier, she stood up straight blaster raised as the other aux protested, whatever she had plan Sara would make sure she wasn't interuppted. After she killed the man she glanced to her, likely there wasn't one down here if it was well it might just as well be in pieces with that attack

Then...she felt a presence, one she hadn't felt since before she left. She turned to the tree lines just in time to watch [member="Kyrel Ren"] slice a head of a vong off. She gulped, knowing full well he was not pleased and now she happened to be in the same area...she had to play cool. She stood up straight, she had no room to talk she was just a private

 

[Tour Sera]

The two injured Vong that lay on both ends of the sergeant's feet couldn't help but be drawn to the arrival of [member="Kyrel Ren"], the Enforcer of the Supreme Leader, as the whispers went around the buckets' corps. Perhaps it was bravado to the height of lunacy or out of sheer ignorance of the more technical aspects of how the First Order was run, that Staff Sergeant Tour Sera gave little more than a blasted kark.

"Does he look scary?", she said as she looked up at the giant of a man, or at least what was now left of what used to be a giant of a man, as she remained squatting in between the two bugs. "I'll bet he does. Can you just imagine what he'll do to the both of you if he finds you here, alive?", she said in an almost mockingly sardonic but hushed tone as she looked both straight in the eye. "If you tell me what all your little patrols here are trying to keep us away from, I'll give you the pleasure of a quick death before the beast walks over here. Then I won't be able to intervene and and grant you the mercy you both deserve."

The two Warriors looked at each other, seemingly hesitant at first but eventually they agreed to tell. They were already pretty much dead from all the blood they'd lost, and so Tour had to lean in close enough for both to whisper, amidst coughs and exasperated wheezing as their neared the ends of their flicker-lives.

"Ah, I see."

With a smile, the staff sergeant pulled out her P5 again, and then rose to her feet as she proceeded to execute both as they lay supine and already dying from blood loss. The loud blast of her rather archaic pistol echoed throughout the trees. The distant sounds of birds panicking and taking flight could be heard, as could the two shots' echo as the rang about the deep woods. Tour holstered her weapon, and then walked over to where Lt. Commander Stelton and Sara were standing. She definitely had that arrogant defiance about her, although whether of a genuinely capable murderer or that of a suicidal maniac was unclear - many preferred not to find out, and of the few who did, barely any of them lived to breath seven breaths more after attempting. She bore a smile on her own face, finding crude humor in the former pilot's equally witty comeback. She at least offered the senior Ren a few moments of sober silence before speaking up to answer his question. "That'd be Lt. Commander Stelton, Lord Ren", she said as she gestured to the dashing CO standing close by her.

A quick look around, and then Tour scooted closer to Sara. "Why so formal? You never told me you still had all of those fancy antics from your flying days in you, Lee Jones. Medal?", she Cynically remarked with a half-chuckle as she pat the human on the back of her plated armor suit.

"Fine killing today, Sara. Were you a slight bit uglier, you'd be a fine Kalzerian in my book."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Zul Grimm"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] @Braser Steltan @Morro @Ranulph Tarkin [member="Verza Lor"]

 

[Braser Steltan]

"At ease private, good work today. Keep that aggresion when we face more of our enemies. For now howeve-" Braser was cut off as a blaster shot rang out from behind him. The other auxiliary had shot one of her comrades!? He lightly gasped and looked to the girl in front of him, she seemed unfazed by this. He tugged at his collar as the women fired another shot ending the mans life. He found it best to not ask questions he didn't want the answers to. He turned back to private Sara before him, he couldn't figure out why the girl was so intriguing. Not a moment later the two auxiliary traded insults at each other. Braser, in his typical focus of an accomplished officer, had never taken such freedoms in his work. He believed in taking every moment of warfare with complete seriousness.

He whirled around to see a surviving Vong decapitated by a red lightsaber. A hulking mass of dark metal emerged from the treeline, his cape and armor gleaming. Braser steeped forward, this was clearly a knight of Ren, and a high ranking one. The man approached and asked who was in command at the outpost. Braser took a minute before answering, he was very tall, 6'8. However this man was even taller, and far bulkier. The booming startled the Lt. Commander even further, he gulped and saluted, stiffening his body. "That would be me, sir. Lieutenant Commander Braser Steltan, at your command.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Tour Sera"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Verza was impressed by the actions of the Ren. He recognized the suit of course, but had never met the man who was said to be the Supreme Leader's enforcer. The assassin simply killed who he was told, when he was told. There was no freedom to act on his own, though this mission gave him more freedom than he had been used to. Keeping up with the man had proven difficult. While Verza didn't understand the use of the force, he could admire the efficacy of those who used it. In a way he was jealous that he was unable to use the force, as far as he knew.

The arrival at the outpost had the First Order in control for the most part. Verza knew his job as soon as he stepped in. Kill the remaining Vong which were scattered about. With each footfall Verza took stock of the situation. The technology which was built into his helmet have him a readout of everything he needed to know.

There was a gathering of bodies near the main part of the outpost. Verza moved toward them, killing any Vong which tried to attack him as he was on the way. His slug throwers were getting a work out, as blasters were not always the most effective of killing weapons. A sword like weapon was carried diagonally across his back with the hilt coming over his right shoulder. Verza was trained in many various killing techniques, and was more than happy to employ them all.

Moving into what seemed to be the command center, Verza looked for the man he had heard over the comms earlier, the officer in charge,@Braser Steltan. When he found the commander his steps stopped. Verza stood by waiting for an opportunity to report.

<<< "Lt. Commander. FOSB operative, code name Rubrum, reporting for assistance." >>>

Once he checked in, Verza took in the rest of the command post and everyone else who was gathered around. It was a motley crew of soldiers and fighters which had gathered to deal with the Vong plight. They were what was left of those tasked with clearing the planet.

[member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Abandon Ship
Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge
Post: 5
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

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Morro crawled backwards so the stormtroopers could lift the Admiral up off the floor. To add insult to injury the Vong kept attacking, taking full advantage of the ailing Vigilance like the vile aliens they were. It was now that she noticed the blood streaming from Rausgeber’s flared nostrils, the fire inside of him still strong to command and control. And she watched incredulously as he did not follow his own orders to feel to the nearby escape pods.

“So the rumors are true. You really are crazy,” Morro growled with an unexpected burst of frustration. And despite the pounding of her own heart with adrenaline, she appeared rather composed compared to the rest of the panicking crew, even side by side with the Admiral himself. Emotions were an anathema to the Chiss race, and she was no exception as many of her peers and Rausgeber himself had witnessed, despite her warm hand upon the skin of his cheek once as she’d comforted him that night on Dossun.

“The console has been destroyed. To transmit the signal would mean employing an unorthodox workaround which... it would take at least fifteen minutes to set it up." There was no time to explain that her first job with the CEDF was as a systems engineer. To do what the Admiral wanted to do would likely take longer than fifteen minutes and would seal his fate, the Vigilance his coffin.

She’d formulated the words in her head: You are coming with us to the pods, even if I have to drag you there myself.

But they came out of her mouth as a complete surprise to even the Chiss with the most vulnerable and uncharacteristic candor.

“No. No, I’m staying with you.”

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: @Morro
Objective: Abandon Ship
Post: VI
Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge

Rausgeber's eyes flared at the Chiss, this was no time for disobedience. Carlyle watched her, and a snarl came over his face. "Go." He commanded, "Trooper, stun her if you have to, but get her moving." Rausgeber demanded, as he fidgeted with the console. He singed his fingers on the console, and glowered. "Kark!" He snapped, waving his hand, cradling it. The screen crackled, and then blew up, a thick plume of toxic smoke seeping out of the cracks and into the air. Carlyle held his breath, and moved away from it, coughing. His eyes locked with Morro's, and he glared. "Do not defy me again, Commander." He warned, "Much more is at stake than just us."

Commodore Wulfgang and the other members of the party hadn't left yet. And it was clear time was wasting. In Carlyle's mind, there had to be somewhere else to command the evacuation order. And he would find it. There was now way he was letting his crew perish in this event of calamity and disaster. The Vigilance once again shook, as more missiles hit the hull, the Vong ships now clung close to the ship, attempting to avoid the withering fire from the rest of the fleet.

"Fine." Rausgeber bellowed. He set off down the bridge, and the deck. Flanked closely by the remaining members of the bridge crew. Carlyle lead the group to the local escape pod bay, which sat at the rear of the bridge's super structure. It was clear that the damage to the bridge had spread. Panels sat abandoned, crackling. The lighting for the vessel began to dim, and small spot fires within the ships wiring began to form. Whoever, or whatever had done this would pay, in Rausgeber's mind. Already, there were dead, those who were caught in the initial surge, now limp where they expired at their posts.

After a few minutes of silent, and frantic marching, until they reached the bay. Usually kept sealed, the door was fully open, revealing a portion of the vessel as of yet untouched by the power surge. Carlyle keyed in the code for the activation of the singular escape pod, and his eyes began to dance around the room, looking for some panel he could jury rig. "Alright." Carlyle began, gesturing to the escape pod, "Let's get in."

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Abandon Ship
Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge
Post: 6
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

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“Stun me?” she asked incredulously, angry and hurt at the same time that the Admiral would even consider it. She gazed at the floor where the shattered glass lay in pieces and picking a shard of it up, gingerly to not cut herself, she said in a deep and threatening voice to the nearest trooper: “You touch me, and I will slice your throat so fast you will choke upon your own blood."​

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She then turned to Rausgeber, her red orbs apologetic. “Admiral, Sir you misunderstand me-”​

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Her plea was cut off by another booming rumble through the Vigilance.​

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Morro had to slow down her breathing in order to not panic, but at each explosion, each one seemingly louder than the next, she began to feel the adrenaline take hold, her legs screaming now to her brain to get the bloody hell out of there.​

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But her boots felt stuck to the floor of the bridge as though glued there.​

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He was right. There was more at stake, but she’d only wanted to… how could he, want to stay? Oh feth, she would not let him die here alone! Her father had perished in solitude, unable to hold any of his family close due to the contagious virus that ripped through his body. While her relationship with Rausgeber was clearly different than patriarch and daughter, she realized her bond with him had grown so strong that she was going to remain by his side no matter what. Whether the bond was real or imagined, she did not know, only that it felt like she was sucker-punched in the gut to think of the Admiral being gone from her life.​

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“Yes, finally, you are speaking clearly now. No more talk of getting the damned signal out." Relieved, Morro followed along to the escape pods with a trail of officers and guards directly behind the Admiral, all attempting to remain calm and not sycophantic. The Chiss could not care less how she was perceived. Her adoration for Rausgeber had reached a fevered pitch and she could no longer deny it. As they exited together, Morro felt a zap of electricity from one of the nearby panels and let out a sharp cry, but only sucked upon her burned thumb, not halting her pace or seeking sympathy.​

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But once they’d reached the lone pod, the Chiss officer realized how small it was. With a worried expression, she glanced around at who was left, realizing that not all of them were going to fit. ​

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“Let the Admiral go in first,” she hissed to the trooper who she’d already threatened once.​