The Warrior King's Domain; The Imperial Dominion of Zenith Prime

[Arahael]

The troops were being packed in the shuttles, even before the coordinates had been confirmed. A bright display in space had already begun, and once they received the all clear, another planet would soon have the honour to fly the Imperial flag.

He felt no sorrow for whatever became of the resistance. The act alone of resisting the Empire was clearly only the fool's choice.

The go ahead was received "Deployment is a go."

"All shuttles may launch immediately."

The trip to the planet was a blur. Within what seemed like small moment, the glowing haze of the planet's atmosphere became visible. Signs of heat appeared brushing against the shields as the descent began.

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Equipped with: dark-toned robes; saberstaff.
Interacting with: [member="Anya Malvern"].​

True to the old saying of warfare: no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

Clutching at a handle overhead, Luyioth stood by the exit ramp of the shuttle, her right hand lingering by her saberstaff while her left kept her steady. The 'ground', if you could call it that, shook underneath her, rocked underneath her, thrown about by the likes of flak and other anti-air defenses. Exactly where she was to go didn't concern her: the command and control of the battle is better left to the commanders and adjutants of the Empire, she would only need show some semblance to even the shadow of the emperor in her duties. It only changed one thing: and as she lifted her hand, unsealing her respirator and simply casting it to the floor, that thing became moot. There would be no risk of depressurization planetside.

Around her, Luyioth could feel the droves of death from downed shuttles and damaged star destroyers; with a mind attuned to the force, it was hard to miss. She felt it pooling in her gut, as if grasped by a metaphorical fist of concern. Yet, as she pulled that metaphorical fist up to her chest and grasped it by the wrist with her mind's eye, she found strength in it. Emotions, as it is, is a pillar of dark side philosophy: her concern, and even fear to a lesser extent, would serve her well; and with that strength, Luyioth closed her eyes and envisioned the shuttle around her. With her doubts and fears applied, targeting a much smaller vessel, she found the force starting to pool and bob around her: battle meditation. From her position, she was able to subtly influence the immediate future: bob the shuttle a little to the right, direct the flak a little to the left, offer the shuttle pilot some guidance on the way to the ground. A light side technique, perhaps to the concern of any force users accompanying her in the shuttle, but a valuable one regardless.

From the rear of the shuttle, Luyioth continued her battle meditation. She anticipated the shuttles arrival on the ground, searching for images of its arrival in her mind's eye. Battle waited for her: an opportune chance to show the High Inquisitor what she has learned.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Initiate Robes​

Location: Orbit of Zenith Prime​

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Varik adjusted the controls on the upper panel as he noticed the heap of fire coming onto the Manticore. Moving to aid and deal with the bombers laying siege to it, he was far too late. The Star Destroyer broke up in orbit, along with the large ship that had decimated it. Seeing the opening, Ice simply upped acceleration. "This is Scalpel, moving to surface." Varik suddenly had to spin and change course as a large hunk of debris from the once proud Manticore came sailing towards him, barely avoiding it. Boosting thrusters, he shot forward towards the dying cruiser.

One of the large holes in it was a good opportunity, and Varik's TIE went sailing through the gaping wound and straight down towards Zenith prime. An enemy fighter was crossing past him, Ice firing forward lasers and catching it from the side, sending it into a downward spin. He ignored his handiwork, simply speeding downwards as the TIE Advanced screeched in response to his commands.

Finally, he broke atmosphere. Rushes of blue sky and clouds whipped past the viewport as Varik pulled up, beginning to slow his acceleration and go forward, rather than down. He skimmed across the surface of the world, the LZ just ahead. It didn't take long for him to arrive, setting down quietly behind the troop transports and shuttles while he tapped on the controls, his TIE's wings folding in on themselves. Once landed, he opened up the craft and hopped out, heading towards the shuttles and the rest of the troops. No doubt his fellow Inquisitorus would be around here, and would have to rendezvous.

[member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] | [member="DT-2417"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Varik Ice"] [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]

She glanced to her companion, she could she's ever using the force while they went down...it didn't bother her it was the light side for she believed in balance. She would compliment her later once they got a moments rest, the zabrack was truly talented and anya had know doubts she'd rise through the ranks soon enough

Once the ground met the shuttle with a soft landing anya tapped her shoulder and looked into her eyes, she gave a nodthat it was time and turned as the troopers exited the ship and took up position to defend the two inquisitors. She walked out as she could already smell the first signs of battle, no doubt the enemy ground forces were already sending a skirmish party to try and hold back the imperial army before them

I want men stationed at out flanks and front, inform the fleet that we've boots on ground and are awaiting further instructions before advancing

Men took up positions blasters raised as anya glared at the battle field before them, she put her arms behind her back as she felt varik approaching, another talented inquisitor. She looked over to him and turned

glad you could join us inquisitor ice, I can not wait to observe your skills in the battle field for myself...you included inquisitor dakwin

With that she had a trooper bring a holocommunicator and set it down as it scanned her before transmitting

-static- kalast, troops have landed and are on the ground and are awaiting orders to advance, my inquisitors are as well on the ground and ready to lead this victory for the Empire

She said arms behind her back as she stood straight

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[4ND-R0]

Soontir Rookh
Callsign: "Hound"
Location: Orbit of Zenith Prime
Objective: Support [member="Desmond C'artyom"] and other Inferno Squad Pilots
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Soontir was doing last checks on all of his systems. Making sure his armor was sealed correct. He felt a swell of pride in his chest as he once more saw the crimson patch of Inferno Squad on his shoulder. He had come a long way from beng a simple farm-boy on Eriadu. With his helmet on, he rushed to his person craft, a retrofit of a TIE Interdictor, or as it was sometimes called: the TIE Punisher. She lived up to the name, being armed with 12 proton torpedos to help give a punishing assault against the enemy.

The Hound loaded into the cockpit of his ship, going through the startup routine. He also made sure that his E-22 rifle and SE-14c pistol were in the storage compartment in the cockpit, in the event his squad was called for landfall. He heard a private com come through his comlink. The message was from Baron C'artyom, aka "Space Jockey". He smiled under his helmet as he received his greeting.

"Thank you, Sir. Glad to serve. Let's give these insurgents hell. Glory to the Empire." He said confidently before cutting the chatter.

He began lift off proceedures before joining out into the space orbit of Zenith Prime, taking point to get into formation with the rest of his squad.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Zenith Prime ​

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The Bounty Hunter was a busy man, one that was brought into the this battle without his own permission, just as it were in the days of old - something for him to dwell on later, though now he had an assignment that needed to be completed before he could be paid, before he could go on and do whatever it was that he actually did when not on the hunt or performing the Empire's dirty work. An invasion was at hand, but instead of participating and striking down enemies on the front lines his task was something different - something the Imperial Senate may not agree on, as a result, someone not directly affiliated was needed. Of course, who else to turn to but Koda Fett? The man could get the job done, he'd proven that much already, and for a price? Anyone was fair game.

The Concord Spear was retrieved shortly after Fett made his way back from the 'Wrath'. Lurgus and his son had been dealt with, dead at the hands of the merciless killer as the vessel now floats idly amidst a battle. No doubt blasted to pieces as it drifted aimlessly, a pity, it was a nice ship. Had no real place in an Invasion. Within the cockpit of the Concord Spear Fett sat, pressing various buttons, pulling and pushing until the ships engines whirred to life and it rose up from it's 'sitting' position before it eventually 'stood'. In a swift maneuver it was gone from the Pellaeon's hangar and joined the Space Battle, though not for long as Koda carved a way through with the impressive firepower of the Firespray, eventually coming into atmosphere.

He evaded the enemy fire and managed to make a break away, nobody was on his trail, nobody would dare follow. Glancing to his left every now and then; the information of this Politician was displayed, as were the firebase they were currently at - supposedly. The Concord Spear kept on it's path, zooming over the planet's surface to reach the base. He wasn't feeling as patient as he were previously, perhaps bored of this engagement or he had prior arrangements he was already late too. Either way this would only spell disaster for those at the Firebase. The Bounty Hunter's arsenal wasn't something to be looked down upon, Imperials did supply their killers well. Though it was time for an old trick that never ceased to fail.

The Military Base, otherwise known as Firebase Forn, was embedded in the alps of Zenith Prime. The area was cold, the shield placed over the complex kept it protected from the harsh elements and anything that would try to make it's way inside. This made any attempt from the Bounty Hunter much more difficult than previously anticipated. Even then, the way up was perilous enough. Icy mountains with strong winds weren't exactly the ideal terrain to be traversing.

The Concord Spear was inserted low enough that it hadn't picked up on their sensors, for now he was undetected. If not for his Mandalorian Armor, Fett may have frozen then and there. It was resistant to the temperatures that be, and his armor moderated his temperature, ensuring that he was warm enough at all times. His trust EE-3 was taken with him yet again, traversing the mountain and uncovering pathways long forgotten that would make such a thing easy.

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A green helmet with a T-shaped visor peered over the edge of the platform, unable to enter it as the eyes behind it simply observed the various species of men rugged up in warm clothing and armed to the teeth. It appeared to be just dumb luck that would be his lucky break. Koda saw the shield lower and eventually vanish as the smuggler's ship, or so it seemed, entered the compound. Many of the men focused their attention on it, and once it landed they removed themselves from their usual patrol patterns to take what supplies they could. By the time the shield was re-armed, Fett was already inside, it was too late.

He wasn't exactly sneaky. Remarkably so for someone in that armor, although the base wasn't exactly packed with personnel. Either they had a larger front to commit men to, or perhaps it just made it less inconspicuous to hide the Blue Skinned Twi'Lek Politician. Nevertheless, the Hired Gun was here to take this individual out. Tip-toeing around the compound's interior, it's warmer appearance through it's color scheme made it seem more hospitable. Perhaps even comfortable. Fett didn't have much in the way of a direction to head, his helmet sensors were his friend today. Making his way towards the largest concentration of signatures.

Reaching the large doors of what appeared to be a control room of sorts, Fett took a knee beside it's frame. These doors were in fact large, almost out of place, as were the decorations surrounding it. Whoever was inside meant business, and they were no hardened military man. This was the place, Koda was sure of it. In a swift motion he pivoted in front of it, giving the two doors a heavy kick that separated them. By the time everyone in the room could turn their attention towards them, they'd be met with a hail of Blaster Fire from an individual that appeared to be Mandalorian. One by one the soldiers dropped like flies as searing holes were formed on their bodies, causing them to drop dead. The Bounty Hunter simply stood firm, his aim moving in an arc from left to right - killing in that order.

Soon enough nobody was left bar the cowering Twi'Lek. With a weary jog and blaster still raised to a certain degree, Fett made his way over. Peering over the furniture, his carbine aimed down. With hands over her head the Politician pleaded, "Please... please don't kill me!" Tears running down her cheeks, Fett stood still, waving with his blaster; demanding, "Get up." He demands with in an authoritative tone, giving an angered sigh at the end of it. She did as she was told. Her regal clothing was ever so apparent as she moved to stand. "In front of me, hands behind your head." She replied with haste, doing exactly as he said.

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The Bounty Hunter made his way outside with his quarry. He was a killer for hire, but he didn't kill unarmed women pleading for their lives, didn't hurt that he figured he could get extra pay for bringing her in. Though this made things more complicated, his initial plan of escape gone; he had to think on the fly. In a daring move he took her to the hangar bay, crowds of Soldiers walking around, going about their duties as the Mandalorian Armored individual stood out like a sore-thumb, maybe they were too busy to really notice. Maybe they were on high alert from earlier, and someone with the Senator was her business and not theirs. He closed in on a Two-Man starfighter, facing his back to it and towards the crowds of soldiers he muttered, "Get in." Yet still loud enough for her to hear. She did as she was asked, why wouldn't she? Probably end up dead otherwise. Koda made his way up into the cockpit, and as he did he heard a voice yell out from behind him, "Hey! What're you think you're doing!" A cyborg exclaimed, moving towards him with it's blaster raised at half-mast. The Bounty Hunter persisted on his path, placing both feet inside before quickly pivoting his arm and emitting a blaster bolt that would impact with the man, causing him to yelp in pain, yet it didn't kill him.

With the ship powered up and ready to go, Koda began soaring out of the hangar. He had to move fast or these goons will be all over him. Broadcasting Imperial signals he headed to the front, a place where he could seek refuge. Bobbing and weaving out of blaster fire as a rear gunner was not coming to his aid. His path kept true, heading away from the alps into more plain-like terrain. He couldn't evade this fire forever, and as a few hits had been scored against him it seemed to be giving out. A slow descent as smoke plumed out the back, another hit and he was done for. Just as it seemed dire screeching of a TIE Fighter was audible, and not long after that the enemy fighters had been blown out of the sky.

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Landing at an Imperial Base of Operations on the ground, the Bounty Hunter came striding in with his quarry. Firmly grasping the relatively attracted woman by her right thin, bicep. He was met with disbelief as he claimed, "I need her transferred to the Pellaeon; a Senator working for the enemy." Odd gazes were shared before an Officer pointed to a Pilot and then the Senator. A hushed, "Thank you..." Escaped her lips as Fett let her go. Hmm? His own mind couldn't quite put it's finger on the matter, instead it just moved on. My ship. That was the most pressing issue right now.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond’s FC-115 entered the stratosphere and began to grow red hot. It shook vehemently as the wind and turbulence rocked the hull. Atmospheric entry was easier as Desmond slowed their descent. They flew past the Imperial lines and towards the capitol of Zennith Prime. The shield was still up and Desmond thought to alleviate that.

“Prepare a cluster of ion bombs for drop,” Desmond said over his comms.

“Copy,” came the reply from the drop bay.

Desmond racdd towards the shielded city. As he flew over the center of the shield he opened the drop bay doors.

“Bombs away… We have direct hit,”

Desmond watched as the shields rippled with the force of twenty ion bombs being dropped on it. It buckled and then finally failed. Immediately enemy artillery and anti aircraft guns began to open fire.

“Alright boys let's take out some of that artillery,” Desmond announced

The ship began making dive bombing runs on the enemy emplacements. Firing several salvos from its hypervelocity gun onto military artillery emplacements.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

Zenith Prime marked the first of many victories on behalf of the Galactic Empire that Kellyn would have under his belt. Though hostilities were still quite active, anyone who stood in the way of the Emperor and his goals had their fate sealed. A group of death troopers was already in the capital, having camped for days in secrecy until the time to strike arose. When the time came, they struck and they struck hard.

Like the death trooper unit, Kellyn had traveled into the city in advance of the fighting forces, though for different reasons, and nowhere near as long as his paramilitary counterparts. His goal was to win hearts and minds, breed dissent of the current regime and to support the Galactic Empire upon it's arrival. Though many lacked the material capabilities to offer physical support to the conflict, Kellyn was able to open secret supply lines in and out of the city that provided essential supplies to imperial forces in the city, as well as drain the resources of the Warrior King as he expended them in his futile resistance against the Empire.

"Pestilence Actual, this is Olympus.", Kellyn hailed on their encrypted radio frequencies. "What is your current location?"

[member="DT-2417"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

FORT TAL'VERDA
STILETTO 2-1

Scipio had not heard of Zenith Prime but what little intel he'd read upon it was the planet was a shadow of what it used to be. A fortress world now under the control of a cutthroat, a self proclaimed King. Despite the rabble they were expected to face, Zenith Prime was still a fortress world.

It wasn't going to be easy.

Stiletto company, formally known as 5th Airborne Company, were spread into three drop ships. One per platoon. Their mission clear - establish an airhead on the western side of the Fort to initiate a new front for assault.

:: Listen up. :: Alta's voice crackled through the comms of his platoon. He realized the muffled sounds of explosions were become more and more deafening so he amplified his mic. :: Alright, listen up. LZ's gonna be hot as hell and half of Tatooine. The Navy's been dealing with hitting the chit out of artillery so we'd have at least that covered. Expect fortified positions and heavy fire upon drop, alright? Stay frosty down there, boys and gals. ::

Confirmations came in quickly and a small countdown timer on the stromtroopers' HUDs alerted them of the impending opening of the ship's hatch.

3... 2... 1...

The hatch opened up and the soldiers were off into the skies ravaged by dogfights and anti-aircraft flak.

Scipio glanced right to see the rest of the company's stormies paint the sky. Gravity accelerated him towards the ground and he began utilizing his repulsor pack to shift his movement towards the circled area on his HUD.

The rest of his platoon did the same.

Abruptly, an explosion blasted his ear drums and Scipio shot his head at where it came from.

:: Got a man shot into oblivion- :: Sgt. Nava's voice came through. A mix of worry and anger.

Another explosion.

:: We're being picked off like mynock, Two-One. What the kark? :: Nava's voice came in again.

Another explosion and they were finally down. Stiletto Two's numbers were in obvious shortage with Nava's squad half gone.

Immediately taking cover as fire rained upon them from a fortified position half a klick away. His peripheral vision witnessed the pacing of a stormtrooper towards him.

"What the kark, LT?" Sgt. Nava yelled through her announciator leaving only Alta the ability of hearing her. "Command said, you said, the fething navy jockeys' had the skies for us. Got half my squad decimated!"

Scipio turned his head to face her. She was a tough cookie but losing half your squad in one salvo wasn't the best starts to an operation.

But there was nothing to be done. And this was the worst time to be going over things like this.

"Fall back in line, soldier." He coldly retorted. Bonding in the army was a welcome bonus, but authority was essential.

Nava knew that too. Her heavy nod and return to duties implied that.

Mourning came later, now was the time to make these sons of kath hounds pay.

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[Kirk Skobra]

Kirk Skobra​

Location: Zenith Prime​

Objective: Fulfill Contract​

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Skobra,

Imperial Security Bureau has issue you
another contract, on the planet of Zenith Prime.
Zenith Prime possesses the Free People's Army.
You are to infiltrate the planet, and capture
or execute the following individual, Sal Suun.
Sal Suun, is a high-ranking Imperial criminal
kingpin, gone into exile on the planet of Zenith
Prime. We will send you further details in his
file. In approximately forty-eight Galactic
Standard hours, Imperial Warships will have
engaged the Free People's Army Navy. You have
until then.

Good luck,

What a load of bantha fodder.

As Kirk would've expected, the details concerning the contract was as vague as ever to prevent the spread of Imperial Intelligence. However, the details inside file Kirk had received at least gave him a clue on what he'd be walking into; it was a four-story compound with guards equipped with vibroweaponry, plaster pistols, and the occasional blaster rifle; the opposition could be compared to the retinue of a Hutt, with Weequays, Klatoonians, and Nikto mercenaries.

Playing things smart like he should be doing at this point in his career, he'd infiltrated the planet prior to the Imperial invasion into system of Zenith Prime with his Firespray-31 Class Patrol and Attack Craft, parking it in a remote, rural location on the planet to prevent it being tampered with by Stormtroopers that were too curious for their own good, and with good measure, activated the optical camouflage system to prevent it form being found on any scanners.

If this guy was as rich as Imperial Intelligence said he was, he couldn't be too careful. As he rolled out of the main cargo ramp of the Firespray Class Patrol and Attack Craft in his speeder bike, he activated his own optical camouflage system to prevent himself from being captured by the crime lord's possible scanners and thermal detection systems, and threw on a long, hooded flecktarn poncho-cloak to help him blend in further with his environment. After a considerable trek through the wilderness of the forest, he'd eventually come across the four-storied compound of Sal Suun. There were a handful of Weequay, Nikto, and Klatoonian mercenary-guards idly patrolling the clearing around the compound with a wide array of blaster pistols and vibroweaponry.

The seasoned bounty hunter waited like a snake in the grass, from the scope of his DC-17m Sniper Rifle, scoping out the premises.

 

[Zef Halo]

FORT TAL'VERDA :: WEST SIDE
STILETTO 2-1

:: Stiletto Two-One, this is Stiletto Actual, how copy? :: The cap'n's voice emerged from the internal comm slightly deafening the noise of the suppressive fire raining upon them and the explosions in the distance.

:: Stiletto Two-One, this is- ::

:: Copy, Stiletto One. Hearing you well. :: Alta finally interrupted his captain.

:: Casualties report, how are you faring? ::

:: Half a squad got shot midway in the air, Sir. ::

Silence befell the conversation.

:: Stiletto Two-One, I will need you guys to move in towards that half standing depot over there. We'll have to move in closer if we want to take down that nest. :: Orders came in digital form across his HUD.

:: Affirmative, Cap'n. We'll commence in a bit. Out. ::

He cut the transmission and changed channels to his platoon's internal comm system.

:: Stiletto Two, this is Actual, how copy? :: Scipio took a look at the nest about half a klick away from here and at the depot less than half the distance of the nest. Clicking a few buttons as the confirmations from the Squad Leaders came in, his HUD came up with the exact meterage to the depot.

183m.

:: You see that depot over there, we gotta get there. Get your best throwers and pop some smokes to cover our movement. Stiletto One and Three will suppress as much as possible. :: Alta elaborated.

A minute later and the recognizable shapes of the 'nades were tossed almost perfectly. Almost immediately after roaring fire erupted from Stiletto One and Three's positions. No ammo sparing.

:: GO! ::

Scipio jumped off cover and dashed forward. Attention completely upon the depot while adrenaline rushed as they moved with the cover of the smoke. The other platoons' fire stopped and it was matter of time before the nest focused on random fire at the smoke.

The expected reaction came late to the stormtroopers' fortune as they were safely positioned on the back wall of the depot.

:: LT, this is Tusk. We're entering the depot. ::

Close.

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[Vestille Thumahra]

Zenith Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Two
Objective: Conduct asymmetric warfare upon the Warrior King's forces.

Like disease carried upon the backs of rats, Pestilence swept through Zenith Prime.

With the first supply depot gone and having carved out a decent chunk of enemy combatants, a sense of disarray had been established within the particular sector of the capital. As smoke bellowed into the sky and the distant sound of conflict echoed near and far, Pestilence continued their swath of disruption and chaos. With Imperial Forces pushing on various objectives and now entering the city itself, the task of Pestilence was simply disruption of supply lines and hit and run tactics; ensure reinforcements were slowed down to a trickle rather than continuous waves. Several passageways and highways led to various sectors of the city, sectors where Imperial forces were utilizing as their primary entrance points. The scum were fighting back and fighting back hard, though even their best would falter and become crushed under the feet and tracks of the Imperial War Machine.

Moving deeper into the city, utilizing their knowledge of the more subtle and lesser known passageways, Pestilence finally found themselves at a crossroads that served as the main means of travelling to various parts of the capital, though in times of war, acted as the central hub of logistics across the various fronts. No doubt, taking and holding this position for the Empire would speed up the conquest significantly, taking out various transports and personnel belonging to the enemy. Hit and run tactics had their uses, for sure, but holding the location seemed far more profitable. With how significant it was, however, it was heavily guarded and with the heavy fighting in the streets and the recent knocking out of the supply depot, the enemy was on high alert, though all armor and equipment had been pushed to the front, the necessity for such assets to hold off the bulk of the Imperial force meant that the Warrior King had to use his resources sparingly and prioritize. His army wasn't as capable as the Empire's, nor was it as stocked with armor support and other assets that were essential in times of war. He was besieged on all fronts, outside his walls and from within.

This only made it easier for Pestilence.

DT-2417, having taken up position alongside his men, didn't need long to assess the composition of the troops guarding the crossroad. He had also noticed that several heavy weapons had been left behind, probably awaiting pick up to be moved closer to the front. If Pestilence could take the position now, they could easily utilize the heavy weapons stationed at the crossroads to hold the point in the event that enemy reinforcements came with the intent of utilizing the roads to move to defensive positions to try and contain the Imperial advance. Time was of the essence, the opportunity for a simple capture and hold objective amidst the invasion wouldn't come around again for quite some time; the reward of success was, in itself, more than worth it.

Spreading his men out into the two separate squads, the plan was to follow a pincer like movement utilizing a grenade barrage followed by moving in and mopping up the survivors. In order to preserve the equipment that would be vital to maintaining a much easier defense, the teams would utilize ISDC-01 canister grenade to ensure to keep explosive damage to a minimum, even if it meant it would only incapacitate the garrison stationed there, Pestilence could simply mop up once the position had been secured.

A few moments later, the attack began.

13 Death Troopers descended upon the crossroad outpost, 13 Death Troopers tossing their grenades into the various spaces and allowed them to release the gasses. Within moments, the maddened giggling and hysteria among the enemy garrison. Completely incapacitated and unable to react as Pestilence moved in and secured the site. Taking up the heavy weapons and hunkering down to watch all points of entry to the area, the position was within Imperial hands without as much as a blaster shot.

The Warrior King's enemies dropped to the floor in a matter of minutes, laughing all the way until their lungs ceased to cooperate. At least they died laughing, not screaming. Not that it mattered to the Death Troopers.

Enemy communications picked up, several squads as well as transport vehicles were approaching and planning to use the crossroads to bring supplies up to the front. How surprised, they would be, when it wasn't their comrades in arms that welcomed them but rather missiles and heavy blaster fire. With Pestilence already set up and knowing exactly which direction the enemy was coming from, they were dug in and prepared, now all they had to do was wait.

It wasn't long until the convoy came into sight and the Captain stated his order; as several Death Troopers opened fire with missile launchers, striking the transports and setting them ablaze and killing several of the infantry that were moving alongside it, the convoy was thrown into complete disarray, trying to fight back and form some form of defense against the numerous blasters that were fired upon their position. Many died, the rest not willing to take their chances and began to flee, hoping to fight another day. They were in Pestilence's sight perfectly yet the Captain issued the order to hold fire.

The rats would run back through their tunnels, spreading their fear and the message of the coming doom as they scurried.

++ENCRYPTED IMPERIAL COMMUNICATIONS++

Spoiler

"DT-2417 to Olympus, transferring coordinate update to you. Secured and holding vital logistics crossroad. Enemy supply lines disrupted."

[member="Kellyn Muir"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

The FC-115 Desmond flew shook and buckled as the craft soared through the open skies of Zenith Prime. Anti aircraft fire laid down stupendous amounts of flak for Inferno and Desmond had to pull every trick in the book to avoid the craft being hit. Desmond took the craft above the artilleries range then turned the craft about.

“Armored column moving towards the bulk of our forces in sector Kresh! Need immediate air support!” An Imperial officer announced over the comms.

Desmond turned the craft round so that it faced planetside and began to dive. Flak immediately met them once again. Red fiery explosions roared all around the craft. Diverting power from the shields to power the ion engines to maximum drive Desmond pushed the vessel to its limits. He yanked on the ships yoke and the craft spun sideways in turn, performing a barrel roll at extreme speeds. Still bombs exploded throughout the air and Desmond knew he needed more speed. His palms were sweaty and his body trembled from the G force as he diverted power from several weapons systems.

“Prepare to fire!” Desmond shouted to his crew and noted that shortly after wards the hypervelocity cannon, the only other thing with power, was loaded.

Desmond could just make out sector Kresh on the radar. He was dangerously close to the ground, but maintained his dive. Now even laser fire from the occasional regular raced after them. They had to pull up soon… But, if they slowed down even a bit, they’d be sitting ducks for the anti aircraft fire.

“Sir the ground!” A panicked voice warned over the comms array.

300 meters, less than a millisecond passed.

200 meters, another split millisecond.

100 meters, Desmond yanked upwards on the Yoke

“FIRE FOR EFFECT!” Desmond shouted and heard the familiar boom as the hyper velocity cannon let loose. Mounds of earth were kicked high into the air as the nuclear rounds rocked the earth. The armored column was reduced to dust and in their place a small mushroom cloud stretched into the air. Desmond began to climb with his craft once more into the roaring skies.

 

[Aram Kalast]

THE PALACE​

Everything was going wrong and it was in no shape or form his fault. The Imperial’s were not meant to get planetside in the first place, nor were they meant to even be able to deploy these legions of Clones and walker support. The most annoying thing of all though was that they had the audacity to launch commando raids within the city itself, his own city, his fortress on HIS planet. Enough was enough.

“Have the guard move into defensive positions.” He snapped at another of his kind, who like many coward before his form and scarpered off to do his bidding. “I want every single man, woman and child on those streets with a weapon in their hand hunting down those damn bucket heads, and fetch me a maiden. I need some relief.” He began to walk away from the main throne room to where a hooded being was stood, expectantly for him.

“I fear my master has declared need of me elsewhere, he highly advises you retreat and leave this planet to the Empire. We will have the means of recollection soon.” There was a strange calmness to his voice, relaxed and commanding. “I shall be pushing through the engaged fleet soon before your forces are routed in space.”

“Routed? You mistake strategic genius for destruction.” The warrior-king snarled. “I have just allowed my fleet the time it needs to manoeuvre and…”

“…Be outwitted by a superior tactician. You will never win against the Empire by dum luck. Still I implore you to retreat, my master has declared you still have much use in our future plans to sub-“

“I spit at your master. What has he ever done for me? Eh? Nothing.” A strange twitch had come about his face, anger pulsing through his blood. “I wish I never allowed him to think he had sway with my glorious rule.”

“Very well. We shall part then. Do not expect salvation when the executioners come calling.” The hooded being turned and departed the scene leaving the king to spit remarks at his departure. His anger made him ignorant to the messenger who had just come up behind him.

“Sir. Imperial Forces have entered the city.”

SOMEWHERE

“A breach has been made.” It was small and in a dangerous location but the constant energy rounds that had been hitting the city walls had finally made their mark. “The distractions of Pestilence and Stiletto groups were responsible.”

Aram smirked. The next stage was in place. “Excellent. Order all legions to advance, place the executive order twelve and seventeen to Stiletto and Pestilence.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Also alert Inferno that operation Crownbreaker is in full effect.”

“Yes sir.”

OOC: The city is now open to advancing Imperial Troops.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Varik Ice"] [member="Luyioth Dakwin"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

https://youtu.be/5WvfZuuaUkE

Orders were received, anya turned to look at her inquisitors giving a nod. It was time to lead the empires soldiers into battle against this mad king, time to decimate his army and take this city for the Empire!

inquisitors with me

She would walk to the front and step onto a rock as she looked at the city, already she could see a opening for which they'd poor through like a flood and go straight for the palace! Activating her saber the orange blade like fire as she raised it and spoke

victory is at hand! Let us crush this city beneath the empire and eliminate this...king...FORWARD MEN! FOR THE EMPIIIIIRE!

A war cry went out as men started forward anya charging as the rain of blaster started from both sides, anya blocked shots that came towards her dodging left right as they grew closer and closer to that wall, once within range anya stopped as she focused on the force. The air grew warmer and warmer till she inhaled and sent fire that name a line, it climbed to the enemy as they screamed leaving a opening as men got past the first defenses unleash hell on earth both sides hitting, punching, shooting, kicking...it was close combat at its finest

Turning towards a guy as he came running and sliced him down, another came to her left as she held her hand up and threw him roughly to the ground with a sickening snap as something broke in him. Her eyes couldn't be seen, only a dark hood with what seemed like darkness inside

 

[Zef Halo]

FORT TAL'VERDA
STILETTO 2-1

The platoon carefully ventured within the half-destroyed depot checking their corners carefully for any lingering threats.

Nothing.

Scans, sensors and physical checks yielded the same result.

Depot had no tangos.

:: Alright, sergeants, who's our best rocket firing man here? ::

:: Sir? :: Sgt. Dev's voice came in confused.

:: Exec Twelve and Seventeen are in effect and we're lagging behind. Gotta improvise. ::

They were supposed to have already open an airhead to commence an assault from this side of the city. Their movement was severely impeded by the flat and lacking cover land that sported a machine gun's nest on a slight rise.

:: Did y'all go mute or something? ::

:: No, Sir, it's just- it's an entrenched target a 100 meters away. :: Dev replied.

:: Are you a karkin' Imperial stormtrooper, Dev or what? :: Lt. Alta cut him sharply. Dev was, of course, right. Dev was the complete antipode of Tusk, the all-muscle no-brain robot. Not that Tusk was a simpleton but...let's say his bravery seemed a bit over the top and he never questioned any orders. Truly, a great addition to the Empire's war machine.

:: Yes, Sir. I- ::

:: Who is our best-::

:: I'll do it. :: Nava's cold voice interrupted the comm channels as she passed right in front of Scipio heading upstairs with a private by her side.

:: Good. If they see yo- ::

:: I know, LT. We'll have to improvise. ::

The job was tough, they had to find a vantage point without being seen beforehand. Upon choosing their vantage point, they would have to be quick with aiming and firing. Otherwise, that gun down at that nest would shred the stormies to oblivion.

:: Alright. The moment that rocket is fired I want you all to get into a position of firing and rain hell upon them as cover for the other two platoons that'll charge the nest. ::

Confirmations came through and Alta did not waste time to inform his superior - Stiletto's cap'n - of their intentions.

A minute went by awfully slow with only the muffled noise of steps on the floor above filled the void of the silence. For a moment the footsteps halted. A few seconds passed before another few steps were made in a quicker pace before the explosive sound of a missile being fired was heard.

The platoon quickly embarked on finding positions to fire. Some from within the depot, others took positions from outside of the depot and unleashed suppressive fire upon the scum's position. Alta had popped out of the depot, destruction laid where the nest was but the smoke and fire hid what the actual result was. Peeking around the wall he saw the two other platoons charging towards the nest before disappearing into the smoke and Stiletto Two ceased fire immediately to prevent friendly fire.

Seconds passed painfully slowly before his comm buzzed with activity.

:: Stiletto Two Actual, this is Stiletto Actual, area secure. Move to our position. Repeat - area secure, move to our position. :: The captain's voice came in calmly through the comm.

:: Affirmative, Stiletto Actual. Stiletto Two moving in. :: Alta replied with a smile on his face then changed his channel to his platoon's. :: Yeeehaaa!! Nice shot, Nava. ::

:: Thanks, LT. :: Her relief clearly showing in her tone.

As the platoon moved out from the depot towards the former machine gun nest, dropships were already initiating landing procedures.

Airhead secured.

Now onto the Fort itself.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond heard the orders. He watched as the main bulk of Imperial forces began to converge on the enemy capital. It wouldn't be long till the warlords reign came to an end. Desmond’s ship rocked and swayed as he began his climb upwards through the skies of Zennith prime. The g force pulled at his flesh and bones and he found himself pressed painfully so against his seat. A sudden jarring sensation and the ship's alarms began blaring. Red lights flashed everywhere and several of the cockpits systems failed. Smoke was trailing throughout the ship and Desmond’s sharp climb swiftly turned into a stall. The FC-115 began spiraling out of control, heading ever downwards. Desmond keyed the comms “Strap in boys! We’re in for a bumpy ride!” He yelled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Artillery and flak rained all around them. The ship's engines spluttered then caught aflame. It appeared everything was going to hell in a handbasket. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Just another day in the Imperial Navy.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Desmond thought as he glided the craft through the enemy fire the best he could. The ship bounced off the rooftop of a large building and hopped like a skipping stone across several more. It hit a cleared roadway and crushed whatever lay in it’s path. Desmond was knocked unconscious as his head smashed into the control system before him. The smell of smoke brought Desmond back too and he quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. He grabbed hold of his disruptor rifle and made his way through the ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“All call signs, report,” There was static for a short moment before ghost familiar voice came through. “Sir we’re outside. Everyone’s okay,” Desmond let out a sigh of relief and made his way towards the exit. He hopped out of the ship and his cybernetic HUD picked up several friendly signatures, but they were all cloaked. Desmond decided not to test his luck and did the same. He keyed Inferno one’s private comms “Status report,” Desmond said quietly, despite his voice being masked by the helmet he wore. “Enemy patrols. A whole platoon of them. We landed just outside the palace. Looks like they got armour too,” Phantom reported. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond suspected the trooper had already secured a nice little nest for himself on the high ground. The Chiss nodded. They could use this to their advantage. They just had to sneak past the patrol. Alright Inferno One form up on me. Verpines only. “Copy,” Inferno converged on Desmond’s position and the squad of elite commandos began to make their way towards the palace. [/SIZE]

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Initiate Robes​

Location: Zenith Prime​

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He supposed it was not any time for subtlety. He saw the High Inquisitor charge, rushing forward as Stormtroopers and other military personnel charged forward with him. He activated his saber, deflecting bolts that not only headed towards him, but some toward the stormtroopers on his flanks. Varik continued to sprint, making much more distance between himself and the others charging thanks to his enhanced speed. Rushing forward, he horizontally swung his lightsaber, cutting deeply into one soldier's neck and taking his head clean off his shoulders.

Ice leaped into a large group, slashing rapidly in multiple directions, trying to create a defensive whirlwind that cut down anyone that approached. It wasn't perfect though, one soldier breaking through as he charged with a vibrosword. Raising the red-tinted blade, Ice blocked the downwards blow that came for his head. He pushed the soldier back, slashing the stomach of another before he came again. He blocked a mid-level slash, twisting his wrist and putting pressure on the sword, along with the man's grip on it. He forced the sword downwards and into the ground, before he flicked his wrist to raise the saber and thrust it forward, the blade searing through the man's chest as he fell to the ground.

There was an exhiliration that Varik felt. He could feel the biting winds of home, the enjoyment of the hunt he'd missed so much but had never known he needed. Yes, this was his place. This was where he felt the most comfortable. As he slashed at yet another soldier, a woman this time, he noticed all the soldiers surrounding him beginning to retreat. He almost found it satisfying before a thought crossed his mind. Why would they run? They didn't seem scared, and-

Ice's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a high-pitched screech coming towards him. Far away, someone had launched artillery. Directly to where he was standing. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed forward, enhancing his speed and leaping through the air to try and get more distance, turning his head to glance back at where it would land. It was closer than he thought. Mud, dust, rocks and shrapnel went flying in all directions as the Initiate was blown through the air by the force of the explosion.

He felt a sharp pain in his face before he finally landed on the ground a good distance away, the force protecting him from any more physical damage or broken bones. Though he only took a few seconds to recover, he was disoriented, grabbing his saber once more as he stood up. His other hand reached up, held alongside his face as he gently pulled with the force and winced for a moment as he felt shrapnel pulled from his face, one bigger part just beneath his eye. He was lucky it hadn't been higher. With his face, robes and saber now decorated with mud and dust, Varik ignited the red blade once more before he rejoined the offensive; he didn't have time to rest and recover. The Empire had a planet to capture.

[member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Equipped with: dark-toned robes; saberstaff.
Interacting with: [member="Anya Malvern"]; [member="Varik Ice"].​

Blaster fire slammed into the ground her. Shrapnel fell from the sky alongside dust and dirt, and a disjointed orchestra of yells and groans dominated the air. Battle in the modern day is a chaotic thing - yet filled with strong emotions, for as far as Luyioth's mind's eye could see. In a way, it was almost stimulating, but it was simply so rich in the very lifeblood of dark force philosophy. As Luyioth pressed forward, her saberstaff trailing behind and alongside her as she went, she breathed it in; she took the air, thick in emotion, in through her nose, and let the sensation of a thick syrup fill her chest. It was exhilarating - yet, while she left so alive, she also felt vulnerable; some might argue they are two of the same, but for Luyioth, she would much rather one than the other.

There were enough Inquisitors on the thick of the battle; a third wasn't necessary, better applied elsewhere. Looking to her right, it was hard to miss a slew of green and red blaster fire being exchanged in an adjacent street. Following the street direction up, an intersecting street returned to the main road, behind the main battle itself. A flanking route: an opportune opening for her both to contribute with more value and avoid the thick of the battle itself. Lifting her saberstaff into the air - an impromptu banner to rally behind, just as noticeable as the imperial standard - Luyioth took to the right, a small group of arriving army riflemen following behind her.

A cloud of dust followed Luyioth as she slid at an angle into the adjacent street, one hand brushing along the road while the other held her saberstaff cocked by her side. Blaster bolts of green and blue came towards Luyioth, only to meet twirling crimson pillars to be cast aside into the ground and walls. As Luyioth pressed forward, casting bolts aside as she went, reinforcements pressed up behind her to add to the hail of imperial fire; and now, as Luyioth took the helm of the flanking force with imperial stormtroopers and riflemen laying fire too thick for the defenders to retaliate, she lifted her left hand and dominated the force into pooling in her arm. With a destructive thrum, a wave erupted forward from her hand, catching a few of the defenders and sending them off their feet but more importantly: wearing down an already crumbling building, causing it to let out a screech as its supports buckled and gave way. Closing her fist, Luyioth grasped the broader wall with her minds eye, and with an aggressive gesture running across her body and two her right, she threw the rubble and debris into the defenders to gory and destructive effect.

Yet, as the defenders ran from the flank to fall back to the main line, the battle did not end. Stormtroopers rushed to the top of the rubble to fire at the fleeing defenders while riflemen poked their blaster barrels into the rubble, searching for any survivors who might shoot them in the back. As Luyioth climbed over the rubble, perching herself atop with the pillars of her saber sucking back into the hilt, a hand grasped at her ankle: a bleeding and dirty hand, tendons pressing through the skin in its tight grip. Looking down, she was met with a more concerning sight: the barrel of a blaster pistol. Her response was more instinct than anything: a rapid twirling of hands, violently twisting the wielding wrist more than 360 degrees with one hand while wrenching the would-be assailant out of the rubble with the other.

The sight Luyioth was met with made her freeze. A zabrak woman, about the same age as her, with fresh blood streaming down her exposed face yet fierce determination in her eyes. In the pit of her gut, Luyioth couldn't help but draw similarities between herself and the unfortunate woman. The woman, despite being hung in the air by one of her hands and the other being disfigured into a terrible shape, continued to fight: she kicked and flailed, striking Luyioth multiple times to no violent reaction; Luyioth was too busy staring at her, confronted with a contradiction. Does dark side philosophy not teach use of emotions? Yet, her teachings would also have her kill this woman in the name of the Empire, while her instincts nudge her to spare the woman. Even now, as she kicks at her, she only draws more similarities: fierce and instinctual determination, to the end.

A rifleman approached the Inquisitor, lifting his rifle to take aim at the woman held in the Inquisitor's grip, only to be stopped by a stormtrooper. They surely had their own opinions: less than kind, more than likely. As the strikes from the kicks continued to throb and churn more, Luyioth's reactions grew more violent, until she eventually made a snap decision on what to do. Throwing both hands forward, Luyioth threw the woman into a nearby building, leaving her to her own fate; ultimately, she decided not to deal with it. Looking back to the soldiers to rally them, Luyioth continued her path forward.

From the flank of the main battle, Luyioth charged into the battle midst the very same stormtroopers and rifleman. With saberstaff in hand, she led those who followed her into the side of the defenders: a violent slam from the flank, thinning more of the defenders between more and more imperial soldiers.

 

[Zef Halo]

FORT TAL'VERDA
STILETTO 2-1

Blast this, blast that, blast everything. Objective was clear - eradicate any pockets of resistance on the way. The airhead secured by Stiletto Company had opened a new front in the assault of the heavily armed fort Tal'Verda. The enemy was flanked and easily dispatched. Only at a few, more congested areas did they find it harder to proceed through. Nonetheless, the enemy's serious issue with logistics have had them run out of munitions and flee as the stormtroopers advanced.

:: Stiletto Two-One, this is Stiletto Two Actual, be advised, we've got reports of artillery fire on one of our Inquisitor units. Source is possibly less than a quarter klick from you. ::

:: Copy that, Stiletto Two Actual. Green light on disabling said artillery? :: Alta replied as he reloaded his blaster.

:: Affirmative, Stiletto Two-One. Free to engage. :: The captain closed the communication on the other side.

:: Artillery? In such an urban area? :: Nava's questioning voice came through the platoon's internal comm channel.

:: Doubt it. Mortar, maybe? :: Dev suggested.

:: We'll find out in a bit. :: Tusk said.

:: Transferring feedback from the Inquisitor's unit about the attack. :: Alta tapped a few buttons on his wrist control panel and upon the three other sergeants' HUD would appear a diagram of the Inquisitor's unit's location and a red line in a slight arc suggested the possible trajectory of the shell.

:: Can't be artillery, LT. It's too congested. :: Nava pointed out.

:: It's a gun. :: Dev said confident in his belief. :: It has- ::

A loud thud noise interrupted their chatter and the platoon began moving forward faster until they reached an open market square, clearly abandoned. One of the surrounding buildings was a slightly more elevated tower. Another loud thud followed with smoke arising from the side of the tower.

:: It's a gun, alright. :: Alda pointed out. High caliber most likely, too. The issue wasn't that. Neither was the issue that the gun kept on firing on the Inquisitor unit's position, allegedly.

:: Reaching that tower's going to be risky. :: Tusk took Alta's next words from his mouth as he peeked from the corner of a building. :: Perfect location for an ambush. ::

:: No smokes? ::

:: No, Sir. ::

:: Damn. Rockets won't do chit on that, as well. :: Alta spat out.

:: Thoughts, lead? :: Nava asked.

:: That's what I am doing, sergeant. ::

The gun fired once again.

:: You've all got our flanks covered, right? :: Alta questioned.

:: Obviously. :: Nava replied dryly. :: Half-circle around the square. ::

Yeah, that was obvious but Alta was buying time to think of a way to get through with minimal casualties.

Abruptly, he began stripping his armor.

:: Lead? :: Tusk turned his head to face his superior.

:: What's he doing, Tusk? :: Nava asked.

:: Getting off his armor, uh, I think. ::

:: What?! Why?! ::

:: Clearing the buildings' gonna end up in a butchery. Going through the market square is suicide. Waiting for reinforcements will keep that gun killin' our men staggering their advance. :: Alta explained as he remained with only his helmet with one final command before taking it off. :: Someone get a gun from the goons we killed a bloc away, and a jacket, and boots. My size, alright? ::

The helmet came off and whatever was going through the comms the lieutenant could no longer hear it. He put his armor away leaning on a wall, a bit like a corpse. Not long after did two privates arrive with necessary clothes.

"Really?" Scipio held an obviously oversized jacket. "Aight. At least the boots are fine."

He took the rifle in his hand and looked at the market square. His focus on the square was interrupted by another fire from the tower's gun and Tusk's helmet blankly staring at him.

"You sure, Lead?"

"Theoretically, no. Practically, yeah." Alta replied. "I will disable that gun. You wait for reinforcements before storming every damn building in this square. I will be done before that."

Or so he believed.

A nod was all he received from Tusk.

Here goes nothin'

Scipio dashed feinting panic, although his adrenaline was truly rushing in his veins.

"THE IMPERIALS ARE COMING. HELP. HELP!!"

"Shhhh, fool." A loud whisper came from nowhere.

Still alive midway, he kept on running in panic towards the tower. Upon reaching the door to it, he was grabbed by two massive hands and pulled in like a bag of potatoes.

"Shut it, fool. You're gonna let the Imperials know we're here."

"Kill 'im, Boon. That moustache can't truly be able to fire a gun well. We'd do better."

The man, Boon, analysed Scipio as the latter laid on the ground acting helpless. Scipio looked at him but said nothing.

"Kill 'im, Boon. C'mon." The darn Devaronian kept insisting with a sinister grin typical to his species.

"No." Boon replied. "The more men, the better. Get up."

"Yessir." Scipio replied as he stood up, rifle in one hand.

"It might be too darn late for you to get in another building without being accidentally seen. Get upstairs, there should be a vantage point for that gun to hit 'em bucketheads good."

"Yessir."

Perfect.

Scipio quickly went on his way up the spiral stairs. His actual destination came earlier than Boon's sniper nest. He stopped and watched as two men loaded and fired a large gun through a big enough hole. They had enough ammunition compared to the earlier adversaries his platoon met. The LT stepped into the open chamber where the gun was, the place seemed to be a former storage area.

"Hey! Whatcha doin' here?!" The Weequay of the duo sternly asked, his hand itching for his holstered blaster pistol. His partner, a Dug, glanced at Scipio before going back to loading the munition.

"Boon sent me to help. The Imps are comin' soon."

The Weequay gave him a suspicious eye before gesturing him to come over. "Be hasty. We gotta keep on killin' them Stormies."

"Killin' them Stormies, YEAH!" The Dug confirmed enthusiastically in broken Basic.

"Yeah!" Scipio feinted excitement and paced down to the two. He began helping them load munition into the gun waiting for the moment it fired to cover the noise of murder. The lieutenant expertly put the shell in the gun, closed the hatch and the Weequay happily fired. Almost simultaneously did Scipio unsheath his dagger and with one move stabbed the Weequay straight through the neck cutting vocal cords while the Dug was busy taking another shell from the stack. His next move was jumping on the darn alien and suffocating him to death.

He pounced on the Dug, the alien's flail body easily being pinned by the much larger human while his throat became an easy target to block all relationships it had with the air around.

It was all done.

And he realized that he had to keep firing the darn gun till reinforcements came.

What a stupid plan this 'excursion' of his turned to be.

[member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]​