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

[Darth Athora]

Odin was feverishly working his ass off as the injured continued to be rushed into his medical tent. Crimson blood was splattered on his gloves and surgeon's coat. He was currently patching up a soldier with a few slugs in his left arm and side. "We've got some internal bleeding in her large intestines and some shrapnel in his left arm. Let's see if we can stop the bleeding before we patch up the arm." Odin stated to his fellow corpsmen who were preparing to aid the injured soldier.

The group began removing the armor of the soldier while one of them applied the anesthesia to put the soldier to sleep. Once the soldier was out cold, Odin cut the layer of skin of the abdomen open and began removing shrapnel from the innards of the soldier. Once the intestines were free of shrapnel, another corpsman sprayed the wounds inside with bacta. A sufficient coat was applied before Odin stitched the soldier's abdomen back up. "Now the arm." Odin stated The arm was only slightly damaged. Few bits of metal wedged into the flesh. Odin began to carefully remove them, applying gauze when necessary. With the shrapnel removed, another corpsman wrapped up the arm and applied gauze to the stomach cuts and wrapped those up as well. "Get her into the rest area." Odin commanded. A group of soldiers walked into the tent and lifted the stretcher and carried the wounded soldier off carefully.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Allies: [member="Morro"]
Location: FIV Vigilance Escape Pod Bay 1
Objective: Abandon Ship
Post: VII
Carlyle shook his head, "Commodore Wulfgang, and Ensign Garrick." He gestured, before turning to Morro, "They're wounded Commander." He coldly said. He wasn't wrong. They were. Wulfgang had struggled to keep up, and Garrick had to be helped by the stormtrooper, with the young ensign carrying a large, bloody gash on his forehead. With the two officers limping in, Carlyle then also pointed at the trooper. "You get in." Rausgeber glided over to the panel, ignoring Morro he began to mess around with the panel. Tearing out wires, and rewiring the console, to transmit a signal across the fleet and stricken vessel.

He turned to look at Morro as he frantically began to fidget with the panel, tearing off it's casing. "Get in the pod." Rausgeber commanded, he was back to his surprisingly cool demeanour. "I'll be in right after you." He said, he once again coolly locked eyes with her, "This is my last chance to try and get the order out." He informed her, as the Vigilance once again began to rock. "Get in the pod, I'll be right behind you." He paused, and licked his dry upper lip, "I promise."

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Abandon Ship
Location: FIV Vigilance's Bridge
Post: 7
Allies: Carlyle Rausgeber

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Morro glanced at the wounded officers and felt a sudden pang of guilt that she’d been so hyper-focused on the Admiral, she’d failed to notice her colleague's injuries. Her fingers flew up to her own skull and traced the pattern of braids near the knot on her head that she’d also sustained at the first explosion. ​

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Have you lost all of your senses, Morro? It’s not just about you and Carlyle.​

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She’d heard tales of officers being afflicted by space madness, and suddenly it was as though she had a touch of it herself. The tone of her low Cheuhn-accented voice was no longer argumentative but resigned.​

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“Of course, Sir. You’re right.” Although she eyed him suspiciously as he began to interfere with the wiring on the panel outside of the pod. ​

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No more interfering. Gather your wits and use your head as you've been commanded to do.​

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Taking a deep breath, she obeyed, her gaze leaving Rausgeber’s only once, so she did not trip over the legs of the men she joined in the interior of the life-saving craft. Her breath hitched in her throat as the ship rocked once more.​

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“There’s no time!" she pleaded, toeing the narrow tightrope between true concern and defiance again. “You must get in right now, Carlyle.” They would be squeezed body to body, but dammit, Morro would sit on one of their laps if she had to, her pride a small price to pay for surviving what was rapidly becoming a floating crypt. The Chiss officer was the closest to the escape pod, but the way she had wedged herself into it, it would be impossible to jump out and physically pull the Admiral in as she wanted to.​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Get rid of the distraction.
Allies: [member="Morro"]
Location: FIV Vigilance, Escape Pod Bay I
Post: VIII

Morro's words caused him to pause. What was worth more. His life? Or those of his crew. He began to remember Castamere. The Aftermath, the stench of death within the hold of the Vindicator. The cold embrace, hundreds, if not thousands of his crew had been in. Rausgeber felt that palpable sense of guilt and bile building in his throat. There would be no more Castamere. No more deaths than those neccessary. He knew she wouldn't. Nay couldn't understand. Carlyle turned to her, he needed to get Morro out of the way first. He would not have her put in danger. Not now. This was his burden to bear. Not hers.

Carlyle approached her, as the ship rocked again. Despite the shakes, as more missiles hit it, the officer remained remarkably stoic. He approached until there was little to no distance between them. He gently caressed her left cheek with his hand, it was rough and coarse against her blue, silken flesh. This time, as their gazes were interlocked, Carlyle's eyes were tender. They expressed a weariness. "Tam'orr'nurudo," Carlyle began, his voice, softly spoken as he masterfully spoke her first language. It was tender. "You are one of the greatest officers I have ever met." he paused, "Your diligence, your courage and your endeavour are without equal."

He stroked her cheek, and continued looking at her, eyes, a lump lodged in his throat. "You are destined to do a great service to your people. To our Empire." He continued, voice hardening a little, "And hopefully, you will find the glory and happiness I never had." There was a distinct beat, as Carlyle ran out of words to say. He didn't know what to do, and decidedly leaned in, and gently pressed his dry lips to hers, as he held her. The embrace was momentary, enough to get her off balance. "May the force guide you, commander." Rausgeber whispered, before he pushed her into the pod.

Before she could react, Carlyle sealed off the pod, and watched the hatch close, and seal. He keyed in the launch sequence, and stood idly by as the escape pod jettisoned into space.

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Escape
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Location: Cramped Lifepod
Post: 8

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His pause felt like an eternity, and again the wary tickle in her gut told her something was wrong, that the Admiral was in that unpredictable state she’d only heard about.

But all at once she knew, and whether it was the fraught situation or space madness, Morro would never be the same after this moment. The affliction was real, and not a phantom as she’d thought it to be. Some men drank it away, some women sought comfort in the arms of a stranger to banish the pain and sorrow, but it was real. When you stood upon the crumbling precipice of death, there was nothing you could do to prevent a type of temporary insanity as though the world held nothing recognizable, even for the Chiss who’d lost her father before.

As soon as his pale hand touched her face, Morro was keenly aware that he was not coming along. Tears fell slowly in rivulets along the bridge of her nose and despite having no pupils, her red glowing eyes held such sorrow. Absent was the normal coldness. When he spoke Cheunh, her knees felt as though they would buckle. The Chiss heard shouting behind her, alarms whistling and screaming everywhere, but it all faded into the background so she could not just hear, but truly listen to what Carlyle had to say.

And yet she would trade all of the accolades for a different expression upon his handsome lined face. He was far too determined, and what she wanted to see, what she longed to demand instead was the kind of fear that would catapult him into the pod with her.

“No, Carlyle, please-” was all she could get out before he kissed her, and though her hands reached for him, his hands pushing her back caught her off balance, and she landed upon the Commodore’s knees.

Slam!

Before she was even upon her feet, the hatch had been closed, and she could feel the thrusters began to whine.

“Commander Morro, belt yourself in, right now.”

But the Chiss was up and clawing at the hatch as Vigilance released the lifepod. “Vah tsucarah! Vah tsucarah! Ei ticsi, nah csaah!” She detected Commodore Wulfgang’s hands on the back of her black uniform, scrambling for a firm hold to strap her into a seat, but the escape pod detached with a loud pop and hurtled down towards Zonama Sekot, slamming the Chiss’s torso into the hull and knocking her unconscious for a second time that day.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Horned Vengeance" ​

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

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Objective: Continue Scorched Earth. Establish FOB.​

Location: Western Jungles; Zonoma Sekot​

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

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As the flames of vengeance burned with fury, the ending of Vong suffering would be near. This much Tarkin promised, they now held onto this land, for here they would establish the forward outpost. A beacon would be built, but the signal coding and installation would take time. Vibrodaggers were all that he had now as he blocked one hit and wedged his blade deep between armor plates. The surprise attack from the Vong had been brutal for the men and women of the Bloody Banthas. The lieutenant grappled with the Vong and felt the burning of pain against his flesh as he kept his blade dug in deep, pivoting his body to buck the enemy over. Moving to gain dominance as he gave his orders, "hold this ground! This is where we establish ORDER!"

And then he heard the fateful sound of the FIV Benavidez moving from the Eastern Jungles to the Western. Laying down a smoke screen, and rocket barrage, "DOWN!" He shouted to his men, Tarkin in his now dirt and blood stained alabaster armor dove away from the incoming fire. While the canopies were lit with fires and smoke, he turned his head - the swivel of his helmet moving and fixed to the beacon. It hadn't quite gotten to full installation, which meant the mobile fortress could not be deployed until then. "Keep your heads down!" Tarkin shouted his vox-feed lit up as he listened to the others in his platoon, "I repeat stay down, the Benavidez is providing support."

Dust and debris billowed again, dirt, shrapnel, and flesh had been thrown. Tarkin used his HUD and scanned in either direction, no Vong movement. With no time to rest he was on his feet and checked for his dagger. Lodged within the last Vong he had fought with, the officer would have to track it down later. A hand over his blaster as he removed it from its holster on his back. "Keep the flames ready, I want a headcount." His helmet had told him about the casualties, but he still wanted the headcount. Boots crushed the ashes of the jungle floor, soot-covered and with the scars of battle along the bottom. "Get another beacon there, and there. Alert command, we've acquired Zonama Sekot on the Western front, for now. We'll need additional support, requesting Army support and Jet troopers along with bunker supplies."

"Of course sir," Viramontes acknowledged as she moved to get the orders out to Central Command, where the request would be seen by none other than Supreme Commander [member="Asharad Graush"]. While the Supreme Commander may not recall the lieutenant, the lieutenant would certainly recall him. From his early days, fresh out of the Academy and stationed on Mephout, and now the lieutenant was no longer the shoot of the hip officer. He had grown since then and if the operation on Zonoma was any indication, he did his homework. He knew his enemy, which was why he came with fire and flames, knowing blasters would do little against the harden biological Vong armor.

He had already achieved his personal quest, quenched his thirst for blood. While the deaths of Vong would not bring back, Waterford, Dancause, Maddessen or Kowalski. It made him feel better, and the pain just a little easier to bear. Forward Operating Base Maddessen would be established here, but it would only be the first. Lieutenant Tarkin and the 103rd would wait for the modular, mobile fortresses to be deployed before moving forward to establish three more bases. A suitable foothold for any of the First Order's legions, "this is Bantha One-Three-One to all Imperial forces, Western Zonoma secured. I repeat Western Zonoma secured, establishing FOB Maddessen, relaying coordinates now."

Their task had not been easy, it had taken what seemed like hours but in reality no more than one-two at best of burning and fighting. Fire having done most of their work to send Vong scurrying, and as the lieutenant looked at his wound. He questioned the color of his blood as it ran from his armor red and then hit the ground with an unnatural hiss. The stain it left behind was not the natural copper brown that blood would leave, no, this, this was black. A tainted black that for now could be colored as something else but the lieutenant wondered what it was and what was happening to him. Those answers laid elsewhere away from the stench of death and the marks of fire. Beyond Zonoma, Ranulph Tarkin would soon learn what would become of him...

- FIN -

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DSVDcw6iW8​

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Carlyle watched the escape pod hurtle away from the Vigilance until it fell far below the viewport. He tensed up. This was undoubtedly it. He returned to the panel, and mindlessly tinkered with it, hands entwined around wiring, as he coldly, and methodically began to rewire what had been a local broadcaster to something else. Although the thundering of explosions continued, and became greater, Carlyle persisted. His hands became red and raw, cut and sliced open as he tried to recode and change it to suit his purposes. His final goal.

It took a matter of minutes, and a hundred cuts and burns, until he succeeded. Although he didn't have the range to contact the other vessels in the task force, this would do. Carlyle tapped the now cracked screen of the terminal, and began to broadcast. "Remaining crewman, this is Fleet Admiral Rausgeber." Carlyle began, "Abandon your posts, and get to the nearest escape pods." He commanded. Despite the trembling of his jaw, he kept it clench. "Get out of here," He began, "And may the force be with you."
The Vigilance was knocked again, sending Carlyle spinning, and hurtling towards the ground. His head it the cold durasteel with a dense thud. He watched, lying down on his side, as the remaining escape pods began to launch. A small smile pursed his lips. He'd at least saved some lives. There would hopefully be survivors to console the good Commander about his final actions. He lay there, rolling onto his back, as blood began to run out of the newly found wound.

So this was it. Death. The all encompassing end. To be frank, this was not the way he wanted to go out. If you'd asked him twenty years ago, he'd have said after a marathon of decadent intimacy with several young women. Ten years ago, in the arms of a lover. Today, in retirement. But now, was his day. The rush of his success began to fade, and the calm that had come over him dissapated. Carlyle reached into his tunic, and clasped the two things which would guide him into the afterlife. A good cigar, and a bottle of scotch.

He took the black metallic flask from his tunic, and uncapped the lid, letting it clatter to the floor. Picking himself up, Carlyle leaned against the wall, and took long drinks of the blisteringly warm liquid. He winced, initially as the Avalonian scotch entered his system, but soon found the warmth he felt within his stomach comforting. He laid his head back, and through half lidded eyes watched the void. The alcohol numbed his senses and his mind.

Was this what his good friend Ranulph Gudderian felt, when he perished on Kaeshana? Had this been how the countless officers Carlyle sent to the void, either by his hand, or poor decision making, felt? He winced a little at this feeling. There was shame there. A deep sense of shame. He reached for his lighter, and flicked it on, igniting the expensive brown roll of paper between his teeth. The rich, intoxicating smell put him at ease.

As the reactor fires began to spread, Carlyle could not smell the putrid smoke beneath that of his cigar. As the temperature rose, Carlyle's numbed senses from his liquor ensured he didn't notice. In fact, it wasn't till he saw the fireball racing down the corridor behind him, through a viewports reflection that he realised what was happening.

"It's all been bloody marvellous....."

 

[Soundwave]

Location | Established outpost
Objective | On standby
Company | [member="Tour Sera"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

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Zul continued to watch with interest at the sergeant as she interrogated two Vong, coercing them into giving her the information she sought. Brutish and archaic perhaps, a bit upfront in regards to intimidation, but charming in her own way. His head tilts off to the side as she leans in and takes the information, his attention shifting over to Kyrel who had arrived. His little muse of the sergeant would have to wait. He seems to lightly take off from the ground, robes fluttering as he seemed to drift and glid a few inches from the ground over to where Kyrel, gently touching down with his feet as he held his hands behind his back, ready to relay the information he had extracted from several Vong since arriving on Zonoma Sekot, assuming Kyrel himself had not already obtained said information.

The silent, hooded figure would patiently stand at a semi-formal posture, giving his full attention as the Enforcer was asking of who was in charge to which the Sergeant had pointed out to an officer, likely the one who had established the perimeter. His attention would be focused on the Enforcer, only briefly interrupted as he glanced up at the sky and seeing what was left of the Vigilance through gaps in the thick clouds, watching as more and more bits hurtled to the surface and ready to make landfall like comets. Several escape pods could be seen dotting the sky heading down as Zul watched. They would need to be located and retrieved as it would be highly unlikely that the crew housed in them would last long against the Vong.

Zul would return his gaze upon his superiors, awaiting further instruction as he remained on standby. Whatever had happened to the Vigilance certainly did not bode well for the rest of the First Order ships in the vicinity. What a tragic feeling there was that hung in the air, though it did not seem to phase the robed figure in the least. Surely whatever relevant and important figures had managed to vacate the ship before it was about to explode in a fiery nova high above them.

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Receive medical attention
Location: Dr. [member="Odin Dazh"]'s tent
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Post: 9

Morro awoke with a start, clutching at her chest. She took a huge swallow of oxygen as though drinking from a pitcher of water, and then rose up on her elbows. Her head pounded, especially on the right side, and when she reached her hand up to feel, she realized a bandage was wound around her temple. Her raven locks had been unraveled from their braids and re-tied into a sloppy ponytail.

The Chiss officer appeared to be some kind of ground-side war zone, but it took her a few minutes to piece together what had happened.

A thin blanket covered her torso, a hospital gown the only garment she wore.

“Where is my uniform?” she asked no one in particular. The soldier in the medical cot next to hers only moaned. She swung her legs over the side of her own cot, tangling her legs up in the IV line.

Growling and cursing in Cheunh, she began to pull out the piping from the crook of her arm, causing blood to trickle out. A nearby nurse saw and shouted, “Doctor, doctor! She’s awake.” The human nurse, blonde and candy striper-like, almost as pretty as the girls in the Morale Division, tutted at her and tried to get the Chiss back in the bed.

Morro grabbed her by her scrubs, splattering the turquoise outfit with small droplets of blood from her arm until the nurse was able to wrestle the IV line back in.

“Did Admiral Rausgeber survive? Is he here in this hospital? Please! You have to tell me.”

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ - Heal the sick and injured.
AO - Medical Tent
Post II

Odin peeled back the flaps of the tent and rushed in to check on one of the injured soldiers. She apparently had just wakened up and was a bit hysterical. Odin walked over to her and gently placed his hand on her arm. "You need to relax, ma'am. Everything is going to be fine. Focus on healing and we'll do the rest. Your job is done." he said in a comforting tone.

Odin walked to the foot of her cot and looked over a datapad with her name at the top. "Commander, you have nothing to worry about. We'll get you patched up and on your feet again soon." he stated followed by a warm smile. "Walter, make sure the Commander here gets whatever she needs. Understood?" he commanded of one of the corpsman. "Yes, sir!" she replied before walking off to find her some food. "Anything I could do for you, ma'am?" he asked.

[member="Morro"]

 

[Tour Sera]

"Does anyone have a map? We need to verif-"

Tour's barking was interrupted by a rumbling from the skies above - the Vigilance escape pods lit the midday sky up like a meteor shower, its beauty eclipsed by the implications of their ominous appearance. Something was happening in high orbit, supposedly where the Order's ships were on standby. The simple-minded sergeant couldn't help but look up, her pupils dilating as she pulled her attention away from above, and looked back down to the ground as she pulled a portable holo-display device out of one of her suit's compartments, and flashed a 3-D visualization of the immediate area - 20 kliks in all directions - as far as the Order's sensors could detect.

If the bug was telling the truth..

With a few touches of her fingers, she singled out a particular area northwest of the current AO - about 17 kliks. She placed a ping marker on it, and then put the little device away as she walked past a couple of navy corpsmen, not raising her eyes as to avoid unnecessary banter typical of the auxiliaries and the regular Stormtrooper corps when they two had the distinguished privilege of working together. She entered one of the medical tents, hoping to find either engineers or communications officers - but instead found [member="Odin Dazh"] tending to the injured and managing the orderlies.

"Ensign?"

She staff sergeant approached the human male, offering him a salute as she slung her Sky Raider around her waist again. "Staff Sergeant Tour Sera, 27th Company of the 1st Auxiliary Legion. After taking a quick look around, she asked, "How are the men? How many'll still be effective?"

Staff Sgt. Tour had reason to ask. After the outpost got its bearings together after that attack, she'd pitch for her newly gathered intel to the CO's present and move for a counterattack. They'd be needing all the men they could get.

@Morro @Zul Grimm [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Receive medical attention and find out what happened to [member="Robogeber"]
Location: Dr. [member="Odin Dazh"]'s tent
Post: 10

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The doctor on call mistakenly thought Morro was a wounded soldier. He’d not yet realized that she was the naval Commander who’d been found along with Commodore Wulfgang and Ensign Garrick, all alive, but bruised and battered from the extremely turbulent ride from the Vigilance escape pod.

His gentle and calm demeanor did nothing to pacify her.

“My job is not done here,” she said, still sitting on the bed, but taut and poised to rise up again. “I need to find out whether the Admiral and my fellow officers survived. And what was the final death toll on the Vigilance?”

Morro did not rose, but watched him pick up the datapad. At least now he knew who she was. Her temple began to throb, so reluctantly she flopped back down on the bed, pulling the blanket over her for modesty sake. The Chiss officer felt the urge to snap at the medic, but quickly realized he was only trying to help. Still her nerves were raw, her emotions running high, and it was likely Carlyle was…

She swallowed, not wanting to face the truth. The kiss before he’d slammed the hatch in her face - it was no platonic gesture, though it could be construed as fatherly, maybe, tender for sure. She put her blue fingers up to her lips as though feeling the memory.

“More pain killers, please. Morphine?”

Truthfully, she wanted the morphine to numb her emotions more than any physical pain. In a softer, Cheunh-accented voice she asked, “What is your name, Doctor? I don’t want to keep you longer than you need, but I do really want to know what has happened to my colleagues. The Vigilance… is it gone?”

 

[Darth Athora]

OBJ - Heal the sick and injured.
AO - Medical Tent
Post III

"Ensign Dazh, at your service, ma'am." he replied to her question about his name. "The grunts call me Bones. Whichever works for you, ma'am." Before responding to her second question, Odin looked through other pages in the datapad to see if he could get her an answer. "We don't quite have the final numbers on the fallen from the Viligance, ma'am. We're still recovering those who've made it out in the escape pods. There's not many of us down here to get the death toll efficiently, but we are trying our best I assure you." he responded. "We've some officers here receiving medical attention as we speak, but the admiral has yet to show up on the reports." he sighed before returning the datapad to it's original spot. "If he's out there, ma'am, we'll find him. We've got our best men out there."

Then, a soldier stepped into the tent and spoke with Odin. Once she saluted him, he responded in kind. "Good day, Staff Sergeant. We're doing what we can to get our soldiers back out there. Can't really give you a definite number just yet, but I assure you that everyone here now will live to see another day." The corpsman came back with some rations on a plate for the officer in the bed. "Here you are, ma'am." she said. "Corpsman, get the commander some painkillers. And up the morphine dosage a bit." he commanded of her. "Will do, sir." she replied before leaving the tent again.

[member="Morro"] | [member="Tour Sera"]

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

Objective: Receive medical attention and find out what happened to [member="Robogeber"]
Location: Dr. [member="Odin Dazh"]'s tent
Post: 11

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The corner of her lip quirked upward in a wary smile when Dr. Dazh said to call him Bones. And all through his report of what happened to the Vigilance, she did not breath. A sharp gasp followed his specific words “We're still recovering those who've made it out in the escape pods” as she’d just remembered that, Morro you need oxygen.

“I understand. But the best men were up there with me.” She rubbed her face with her blue hands and then crossed them on her chest, coffin-style resigned to just lay there and pull herself together.

“I apologize,” the Chiss officer blurted out. "I did not mean to suggest the best men and women aren't down here as well." She reached over and grabbed a small white medical pillow off of an empty cot beside her and hugged it tight. “You give me hope, Dr. Dazh. That we will find the personnel we lost on The Vigilance.” That we will find Caryle. Morro gazed at the rations, and though her stomach growled audibly, she knew she would not be able to eat until she calmed down a little.

“I saw bodies. Charred bodies and limbs missing. I-I… I’m sorry I should not speak of it.” She watched the Corpsman prepare the morphine to inject into her IV.

“How long have you been with the First Order medic team?”

Casual conversation helped a little bit until the drugs kicked in.

 

[Progflaw99]

Over an hour it had taken her to get this far. She'd landed nearly two ago. First had been the issue of finding a landing position - that was the easy part. Since that moment she'd struggled to push through the dense underbrush at the outskirts of the jungle. This place was alive. She could feel it there, a sentient presence about her different from the Force. It was unique, more than just the trees, the birds, or the creatures within the jungle - something much greater. Stepping over a small downed tree, Anilah's eyes looked all around her, soaking up the vibrant imagery.

"This place..." she whispered to herself. "..So beautiful."​

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Large trees filled her view, the canopy high above allowing just a flicker of light through as it splayed across the underbrush. It appeared all so serene, but Anilah knew looks could be deceiving. Despite the serenity she felt now, there was definitely something else here, something darker and more sinister. And so she continued on, weaving between the giant trunks of the Bora, avoiding the tangled brush, and even crossing over a small stream. The place felt so empty and yet there was a vibrance there, something practically singing in the air as she traveled. It seemed almost as if it was guiding her, calling out to her from across a great chasm and she could barely hear it. She paused momentarily to orient herself, breathing slowly in and then out. The voice calling out to her - she would seek it.

 

[Tour Sera]

Tour left the tent, leaving the ensign and the orderlies to their charges as she stepped back into Zonama Sekot's tropical-esque climate. Her arms swayed freely now as her weapons were either holstered or slung. She briskly walked past resting corpsmen, Stormtroopers and auxiliaries having a break as she looked for a nearby CO to report to. She patted Sara as she moved past behind her, and gave the occasional auxiliary she recognized a small nod of the head or a wiggle of the brow as she kept walking. Here and there recruits could be seen cleaning up the mess from earlier, as well as unloading supplies from the arriving transports. More auxiliaries began to return as well, having either accomplished or come to a dead end with their own recon missions - the small LZ was beginning to look more like an outpost at this point. Barring the Vigilance, as soon as reinforcements from Virgillia arrived perhaps the First Order could begin landing some of the prefabs to establish a forward base for the rest of the planet.

In the meantime, the staff sergeant would have to find a CO to report her newly acquired surface intel to - living planet as this was, its inhabitants, of which majority were Vong, had taken to organically culturing what the rest of the galaxy would refer to as rare metals.

Seizing the mine-farms would be the next step in securing the resources we'll need to expand from here, she thought as she finally caught sight of [member="Zul Grimm"], the Ren Disciple whom she recognized from earlier. She made sure to dust off her armor as she stood at parade before clearing her throat and speaking, "My lord?"

 

[Soundwave]

Location | Established outpost
Objective | Awaiting further orders
Company | Whoever is in the outpost

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The robed and hooded figure would continue to stand like a statue amidst the Stormtroopers marching around, scrambling to re-establish the perimeter after the last attack. More and more ground forces were arriving and quickly setting up positions, scorching the earth and raising the vegetation to expose the Vong. His gaze was focused on the Enforcer, silent all this time as he simply waited; like a bloodhound waiting to be given the order to seek. It appeared the crew from the Vigilance had been recovered and were being treated for injuries.

As he waited, he would close his eyes from beneath his veiled hood, meditating whilst standing as he sought out the Force to guide his next task. His meditation would go undisturbed as he zoned out all the background noise until all was silent, the only thing he felt was the life of everyone moving around. Such a world lush with life, such a shame to see it all burned down, however, they stood in the path of the First Order's expansion, so it had to be crushed underfoot like the blossom it was.

Zul's hooded head would lift up as he sensed someone approaching him. His head turns to her, followed by the rest of his body as he turned to face her, his hands still behind his back as the sounds of everything around him burst into existence. He would look down at the woman as she addressed him, staring at her in silence for a moment. A voice would be heard to [member="Tour Sera"] but it appeared to be coming from everywhere and inside her head. It echoed in a hushed tone, " You address a Disciple...Not a Knight or Master...I am no Lord...Staff Sergeant Sera... "

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: The Camp​

Objective: Destroy the Potentium​

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

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Kyrel looked at the group eyeing them closely, apart from him enjoying the looks of surprise on everyone of course. He took a moment to calm himself but the yellow look in the part of his face that was exposed still showed. After some moments of silence and for a moment became irritated that no one stepped up and spoke to him, and then in that moment an officer came forth, he identified himself as commander Stelton. He looked to be a bit shorter than he was due to the suit, but Kyrel still felt fear within the man, and he felt slightly amused as he usually never cared for Officers. He looked at him for a moment looking him in the eye and allow him to see himself exposed before he started speaking, his irritation not known through the baritone. "Commander Stelton, I have need of you. I have crash landed due to the difficulty this world has cost me and I require transport. I am on a very important mission given to me by the Supreme Leader himself." ​

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He stood there for only a moment as he gave him one last glance starting into his very soul for a moment, and then moving to see the other ones in the camp who had fought the vong, from the group looked to be mostly Auxiliary forces. He felt he could relate them, but remembered they were merely pawns for the First Order to use, and although he may have despised them to some degree he could respect them for the path they have chosen in carving a path to the future, a future where Imperial flags reign across the galaxy, and every being will know the peace and stability of the First Order and its enemies will suffer its wraith. He inspected each one and noticed they were beings he had not seen but as he inspected each one, until he had seen the familiar face of the captain of bolt squadron, but was not wearing her TIE uniform anymore, looking at her his gaze became one of anger as he made sure his stare went into the depths of her soul, he spoke his cold tone disguising the disgust he had for her "The former Captain of Bolt Squadron and a deserter, welcome home. I hope you may seek redemption for your sins and rise to your former position." ​

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Not wanting to bare the sight of her any longer he moved forward, his cape flowing as a gentle breeze moving in, he noticed the wounded being tended to and looked to one slowly crying out for help, or screaming in pain, and Kyrel felt slightly sorry for the man until he sensed something in the Force, it was a dark presence like him and as he looked more around the camp he saw what looked to be a woman, and an armored being of sorts, for which Kyrel had recognized. He walked forward to them as he addressed the man first. "Disciple Grimm. I heard that you would be here... I suspect you had a hand with the group of the rabble in the camp... Why are you here?" He then felt a tremor in the Force as he looked to the woman, who he had seen make it through an assault by the vong and through her surprising skills she survived the encounter, He thought to himself as he looked to her. 'Could she have the Force.... I wonder.' He then spoke her as if he was curious. "And who are you?" ​

 

[Tour Sera]

The disciple's psychic-speak startled the staff sergeant, who up until now, bravado aside, had no real experience of working with more gifted individuals. Tour's shoulders tensed up a bit as her eyes widened, and an audible gulp was heard from her throat. Still, she exerted what effort she could to appear Stoic in the face of such alien uncertainty.

"Ah, well, apologies then, Disciple. Err, Disciple Grimm."

About a second passed before Tour cleared her throat and began making her regular report: "I've received intel from two Yuuzhan Vong warriors of an organically run mine nearby. There could be something in it for us - ore, rare metals. Proximity signature scans also hint at the presence of saber crystals." Tour was just about to continue as she was abruptly cut off by [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s addressing of [member="Zul Grimm"].

The staff sergeant took a step back, letting the more senior Ren address the disciple, and let out the lightest of gasps after the Jedi Slayer addressed her personally. She hadn't been counting on that. She gave a salute, and rest the hand behind her as her other held her cracked helmet by her waist.

"Staff Sergeant Sera, my Lord. 1st Auxuliary Legion."

 

[Braser Steltan]

"Of course my Lord, however unfortunately my ship is not with us the moment. My second in command is using it to carry out a strike on the Vong encampments while I oversee the outpost." Without a word, the black armor clad figure strode past him, seemingly displeased. As the Ren walked away Braser glared at him and held his chin in the air. ​Knights of Ren, pfft, I will not be intimidated by such foolish tricks.​ He watched the tree line and before he knew it, his ship had hit its mark. After several gleams of faint green light across the horizon, a plume of green and orange flame flared into the sky. Smoky hands, twirling out to the sky. He smirked as he pictured the burning Vong, he had just served swift imperial justice. Not a moment after his successful strike a faint, yet thunderous boom filled the valley. He looked to the sky to see faint flashes of yellow light, and several small objects falling from the clouds. Something must have gone wrong in the space above, those were escape pods.

The man quickly strode back to the center of the clearing, a shaky hand activating his comm. "Lieutenant get back here now, we are pulling out, ill fill you in when you arrive." ​He breathed heavily and looked back to see the massive frigate looming back over the trees, its engines shaking the branches of the flora. The ship deployed its landing gear and hovered down to the ground, its large ramp falling into the mud. He jumped onto the platform and turned back to the various ground forces around the outpost. He removed his cap and let the gust of wind from The Stark's engines blow through his hair. "Attention ground forces, we are pulling out of the system, any ground forces that are heading back can come aboard, this is your only call." Several stormtroopers and his security force of navy troopers marched back up the ramp, he looked around and spotted the young auxiliary he had spoken too. Private Sara he remembered, he locked eyes with her and gestured for her to come aboard.

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