This isn't the Faction you were looking for...[New Order Skirmish with the Liberty Concord]

[Other Space Kaiden]

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The New Order was rising, growing stronger by the day as more and more flocked to the promise of peace, order and power. Yet they were not ready to make themselves known the galaxy, not yet. They required more pull and that's where the distress beacon had come into play. During the battle of the Vong and Crusade, The New Order was able to retrieve a Confederate distress beacon off of a droid fighter's wreckage. After some minor reprogramming, the device was able to be programmed to send out a distress call with the CIS code but instead of a droid it was programmed to play a voice message that replicated the voices of Fett clones used by the CIS. The hope was that they could draw the CIS into a trap and capture their soldiers and officers in order to interrogate them and gain more information on the internal status of the CIS.

Vulcanus now stood in the forests of Seltos, a crashed heap of unidentifiable wreckage burning in the distance. Around the Dark Lord sat a small company of stormtroopers, their weapons set to kill until the whole of the enemy force that arrived could be properly analysed. This would be a defining moment in the short history of the New Order, if they were successful today they might have gained a valuable array of knowledge to use against the CIS. Vulcanus thought about who they might send...might it be Josiah or that worm Isley? Who knew, but when they got here they would face a untimely demise.

 

[Darth Ayra]

The hooded Sith Marauder was stood beside [member="Darth Vulcanus"]. Nothing could be seen of Ayra, save for the pale lips and tip of her nose beneath the cowl of her Sith robe. One WESTAR M5 rifle stood laying up against her on the side, handle pressed to the ground. It wouldn't take much for her to pick it back up and put it to use.

With a set of ear plugs inside of her, which would only activate, seal and block out noise when the decibels around her got too high (they were currently unsealed so she could still hear), a series of grenades and other combat gear hidden beneath her dark frame, Darth Ayra was ready for the next conflict. She thrived on it and it added to her intense rage and hatred for all those that opposed her.

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc moved outside of the small stormtrooper company, head down, thinking about what sort of fine prizes they might collect today. He had learned much from Darth Vulcanus and was ready to serve the New Order. He wondered what the interest in the CIS was about, of course they were a major power but was that really enough?

Do not doubt Darth Vulcanus. I shall not. With that, Trioc continued his walk beside the stormtroopers, he shook his dark cloak slightly as he reached for his lightsaber, feeling the re-assuring weight.

 

[Atlas Kane]

LOCATION: LEDGE OVERLOOKING THE AREA
OBJECTIVE: PROVIDE COVER FIRE

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The man called Azalus, who had come with his employers on this mission, had arrived with the rest of the troops on a transport, but their ways had parted there. Azalus made it his mission to provide cover fire for the rest of the troops by picking off the enemy troops if they decided to not play nice. His E-11s would be the tool he'd be using today. It was quite a simple weapon, yet elegant at the same time. It provided the owner with everything he needed. High range precision fire, though there was one drawback. The clip size. Six shots before it's empty. Same as with most Revolvers though, so no need to be worried about that. What people should worry about, was the possibility that one of those shots would most certainly hit them if they decided to make even one wrong move. This was probably going to be a slaughter. Though you might ask, uncle Azalus, what if they come after you? Simple answer: I shoot them with my other guns, of course! What do you think, am I an amateur?

So he lay there, covered by nothing but the sun above him, no trees, no bushes, no plants of any kind around him. Just dirt, rocks and a fifty something meter drop. It was a good position. He wouldn't be seen from above, thanks to his brown cloak, hat and camo for his E-11s that blended in perfectly with the ground. He would hear anyone who tried to get to him from behind, since the dirt and the rocks are quite loud when stepped on and since nothing else was making a sound, that would certainly give away someone's position and at last, the fifty something meters drop in front of him. It would not only be a waste of time to climb up there, it would also be for nothing because as soon as anyone were to poke their heads out, they'd be dead. Thanks to the good ol' rifle right in front of Azalus. He brought his arm in front of his mask to say two words to his superior and the rest of his team. ''Let's jam.''

@People

 

[Revenchent]

A message had made it to the forward fleet of the Liberty Concord. This fleet, comprised of the Concord's scouting vessels; hit and run frigates and drop ships, had responded only an hour later. Clone soldiers were in danger, and the Concord was not one to leave dying men to their fate.

This small fleet was en route, though it would take them hours. Instead, mixmatch of star fighters and drop ships had dropped out of hyperspace. A small, almost unnoticeable force to make sure the source of distress was not some sort of trap.

The first of these vessels was an old LAAT/i clearly appropriated for the CIS motor pool. It bore the white and blue marking of the Liberty Concord as it descended through the sky, coming to rest a few meters above the flaming wreckage, dark smoke lines painting the vessel in an eerie light to any onlookers. It's side doors sprang open, and a small group of eight armored figures repelled from its deck down unto the ground. Their boots shifted burnt soil with a loud crunch as they brought their weapons to bare, sleek silver armor reflecting the sharp flames of the burning vehicle behind them. Their drop ship made a sharp turn up toward the sky, and began circling the area in a wide formation. Elsewhere, other vessels, some carrying single occupants, others filled with fighting men and women landed and offloaded their organic cargo.

The force wasn't much to be reckoned with, nothing an organized army couldn't handle. They were well trained, and instructed extensively in guerrilla warfare, but in a numbers engagement, the force would be severely handicapped.

Calico Tal'verda, acting chieftain of the Tal'verda clan and head of the Concord's military forces leaned down and crushed the ashen remains of once verdant wildlife between his armored fingers. He frowned beneath the helmet, his gaze fixed on the dusting ash. "This is papa gator. Looks dirty lads." The massive man turned to stare at the twisted, flaming metal wreck. "Very dirty. Anyone catch anything coming in? I'm not seeing any signs of life at the wreckage."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra messed with her hood as she sat waiting for the Sith and stormtroopers to get a move on. She was here as an observer, a historian and archivist, as well as a mercenary for the money on the side, she made extra care to make sure her unseen companion was protected though as she placed a hand on her stomach and then looked at the helmet that went with her armor beside her. She wore her armor today, with the pure white cloak and hood she normally had with her on over it, the hood down at the moment with her hair pulled up and silvered eyes staring ahead, staring at [member="Darth Vulcanus"] and [member="Darth Ayra"] for a moment.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Ayra turned her gaze away from [member="Darth Vulcanus"] when she felt someone looking at her. Turning her gaze to [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], she studied the woman for a solid minute, before averting her gaze away from her back to the Sith Lord. "Who is that?" the Sith Marauder asked, gesturing to Alexandra with her hand.

 

[Vereor]

Vereor had arrived on the planet with [member=Darth Vulcanus], the company of his stormtroopers and [member=Darth Ayra], followed by [member=Azalus], [member=Trioc 'Quickshot'] and [member=Alexandra Cinthra], wearing the dark cloak that he wore during the engagement with the Horde and Crusade. It held at his wrists, under a wrapping of slightly lighter cloth. But over that were gauntlets of durasteel armour. Various places on his body were covered with the plating to provide that little-bit extra defence. It meant nothing against a blaster, or a lightsaber, but against something physical it could mean the difference between life and death. Even this Sith Master was not above death.
He removed himself from the large group of white stormtroopers and the Sith along with them, preferring the taller trees to the other side of the ‘crash zone’. They could give him more shade and less chance of being picked off by fighter craft, if there were any; leaves and branches obstructed most of the light in this part of the forest, creating a dark green canopy through which little sunlight fell.
Tràkata may be useful in a situation such as this, if the CIS – and Templars – were to show up.

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

A while earlier, a Techno Union freighting armada had picked up a familiar distress beacon; it was CIS-encoded. It was first forwarded to the council of the Techno Union, thereby being delivered shortly after to Templar and Chairgirl of Ri'ess Regal, Saera Savan, onboard RRDI's new orbital construction ring. The girl hadn't the slightest idea what it entailed, but she did know one thing; her mother constantly assigned her a bodyguard droid, but it was nothing like her Mirari droids. This droid was clearly different... special. Stronger. She forwarded it directly to her alchemy lab's command-infrastructure droid on Crystalsong for analysis. [member="IBIS-01 Taskmaster"] had slowly but surely deciphered exact Vehicle ID of the signal and ran this through the Techno Union's manufacturing database. It pulled up a positive match to a fighter confirmed downed at the battle of the Silken Asteroids. Saera was there.... She remembered how it played out. Because of that small CIS detachment, it cost her a pretty hefty business deal and one that would benefit the CIS as a whole, no less. There was another thing. The voice, it seemed to be... modulated. Upon much deeper spectrum analyses via the IBIS's parallel processors and transcoders, it was confirmed to be slightly... off. The displacement was marginal, so the authenticity could not be confirmed nor denied. All that could not be argued was that a fighter lost at the Silken had somehow made its way to Seltos; at least, that's what appeared to be the case. There was only one thing to do. Investigate.
Saera had since donated the Crown to her mother's own machinations back on Crystalsong, where it was kept for planetary defense and guard duty. It had since been replaced with the lighter, more modern Skira-Class ordered at the SSB expo from Mandal Hypernautics several months before. A Techno Union vessel, now officially captained by the chair girl, the Skira, two Glaive E support frigates and a squadron (36) of Languor fighters jumped in to track the signal and hopefully locate the craft, or at least its beacon. It was at first presumed that salvagers or free merchants had simply picked it up after scouting the war and had brought it with them here. A world was a large place to search, and it wouldn't come easy even for such a moderately sized group.
The three capital vessels jumped out of hyperspace into low orbit around the planet. Immediately, the two Glaives followed protocol orders and began entering the lower atmosphere, scanning hundreds of square kilometers every minute as they began homing in on the beacons faintly growing signal. They'd likely be just visible from the ground, though the Skira had remained in space with most of the Languor escorts. A flight of four per frigate also descended to the surface to guard their precious vessels in the event of a pirate attack or even an ambush. One could not be too certain in the loose confines of galactic space. At the forefront of one of those five-craft groups was Saera, in her own double-black Languor fighter. She was never very good of a pilot by any extent, but the full-view holographic HUD and advanced flight computers made it almost as easy as having an AstroMech fly the thing for her.
Beep-Beep... Beep-Beep...
"This is Chair Admiral Saera Savan of the Techno Union RRDI fleet on behalf of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. We are receiving a distress signal from this system and planet. If you read me, please state your current location and status...."
Punching in a few commands in the Holosynthetic trade-mark display, she had the message placed on repeat on a self-muted channel in thirty-second intervals. Once the Glaive picked it up, it could be transmitting to friendly vehicles anywhere within a thousand-kilometer radius. That also meant that the refitted Liberty Concord ships would hear it as well....

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Isley Verd"]​

((( Sorry, Canal. I had you confused for Calico again. Ignore that notification. )))​

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Calico's Location

The Mirialan clone had come down in the ship with Calico, and now scuffed at the ash with the toe of a boot. "Metallic...not seeing a hell of a lot of organic material..." She said, mostly to herself. Small scraps of metal could be found in the dirt. Bluejay glanced at Calico. "Papa Gator?" She muttered in disbelief. Still can't believe we're calling him that...

"Also, I imagine you might care a bit that we have CIS people in the system?" She said, picking up the comm broadcast on the old CIS channel she'd kept linked into her helmet.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Keziah Denko]

Keziah as of late was being careful with were she went and what she did. The Padawan at the same time didn't want anyone to get worried or suspicious of her behavior which was why when Calico invited her to come with him she decided to come. She wasn't concerned too much. This seemed simple enough and besides she had been training more as of late so if there was an issue she could protect herself.

"I don't think anything is alive out here at least not anything I can sense." She stated still glancing around the wreckage for a sign of anything. She knew that just because she couldn't sense it didn't mean that something wasn't there. They still needed to be careful. They all needed to be careful especially with the CIS now here as she knew her beloved was a wanted man. The last thing she wanted was for him to be captured and taken into custody.

"You don't think this is another trap?" Her glance turned to Calico shuttering slightly as she thought of their time in the cave. Keziah couldn't afford for that to happen again. She hated to say it but someone had to put it out there.


[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal was in another gunship that contained ten clones men including his personal squad, Zealton. Equipped with his assault rifle with all the Slugs and attachments, his vibroblade sword on his back, a pistol, two detonators, a flash grenade, a smoke grenade, a shotgun, and his ARC trooper armor Canal was ready for whatever came at him. He and his team landed near the wreckage site and came out of the doors of the gunnship. "Stay high alert men. Even though these are our brothers they still are part of the CIS. So there might be CIS personnel on here ready to surprise. So once again: keep your guard up." Then came in the voice from Calico on the comm link. "No, brother. No signs of life. Not even my HUD says so. What are your orders, sir" Canal replied back to Calico and waited for his instructions on what to do next. A perfect team Canal has in his point of view: three excellent snipers, three demolitions, and the rest assault. Nothing too shabby or what it wasn't a really good team but it was a team that could get the job done.

[member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

Anouther shuttle landed, and Ori'Alor stepped out, in the standard armor of the Liberty Concord. The one difference was the Dark Grey Armorweave Robe over the armor concieling Ori'Alor's form and her weaponry. She had her Beskad, her twin Czerka Machine Pistols with Bang Shells, The Double Barrel Shotgun she got from the OP, and her Fett Kal Trench Knife. "Papa Gator, I have a bad feeling about this." Ori'Alor said, palming a pistol grip under the robe "I can't feel anything specific, but the Dark Side is strong here." Ori'Alor risked a brief glance at Canal, a small spike of worry making itself known under her cold combat disipline, she didn't like the sound of this op sense it took her notice.

 

[Revenchent]

Confederacy ships in the system--Calico had considered it as a possibility. He tuned directly into the channel, curtesy of his suit's direct link to the majority of Concord ships.

"Admiral, this is Calico Tal'verda, head of the Liberty Concord's military branch. Our forces arrived to investigate the distress beacon. All we've seen is a twisted metal wreck."

The former Grand Marshal frowned to himself. He shifted the DC-17 in his hands, the weapon looking insignificant compared to his massive armored suit. He cut the comm for a moment.

"I'm certain it's a trap dear. No bodies, nothing. We would see something if this were genuine." The clone stared down at the ash around his feet, kicking it about idly. Clouds of dust particles flowed through the air with each kick, dirtying his armor.

He held up a hand to his helmet, manually switching the comm frequency to that of Canal and the rest of those deployed on the ground. "Confederacy ships are in the system, as Bluejay was quick to point out. They have Galaar in custody." The man cringed. "It's likely they're trying to get us now, too. Especially after that bounty...find defensible positions and hole up. We can't be certain if the Confederacy staged this or something else happened. We're a small group, we can wait and see what exactly was intended to happen here. If things get heavy, the rear fleet will move to extract. We clear?"

@Everyone

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Viola. A response, though it was not the one Saera had hoped for. She was still very new to the prospect of admiralty and, indeed, even her fleet was new, still mostly fresh off the ring's assembly lines. What made it all worse was that it was presumedly the ex-head of the very Confederate Clone military, gone AWOL with the rest of the Concord in defect. The man was worth something to the CIS last she had actually checked, and though the price on his head was far too small for a figure such as he, he was still a prime target for Confederate forces should they intercept. Just like her mother, a fox at heart, she'd play the cunning and patient role.... The repeating com cut out and the lines were opened up to all Techno Union forces in the area under her corporation's control.
"Commander Tal'Verda..." she paused, recalling all she had heard while the weight of her voice set in. "Today's your lucky day. I'm no soldier, and I have no interest in the bounty on your heads. What I am interested in is finding the source of the CIS distress signal currently transmitting from this system. I was able to determine...."
Saera paused again. She realized that perhaps better it was she withheld certain aspects of information from them, at least for now. She'd watched half of those fighters go down herself. If the Liberty Concord didn't have any of it figured out yet, she still had both the upper hand and the initiative.
"...That the beacon is located on this planet. It is from a CIS fighter, probably an escort. Don't be surprised if you don't find any wreckage nearby. I believe they might have left the area for shelter and brought the beacon with them."
One thing that still came across as odd was why a fighter beacon registered to a fighter lost lightyears away would be on this remote little world.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"], Others​

 

[Djorn Bline]

Great, CIS. And I thought I wouldn't see them again. As he and the rest of the troops heard Calico's saying through the comm links Canal looked around his surroundings and saw a forest in the distance. "Sir, I suggest we move out towards the forest," he pointed out to the forest, "it would provide us with defenses and we could ambush the enemy if they wish to engage us in combat. But that's just my opinion and the rest I clearly understand." He looked on his HUD and saw his love, Ori'Alor with the team. He saw her take a glance at him and his instincts told him that she was worried for him. He too was worried for Ori'Alor and perhaps even more worried than she. He didn't want nothing harmful come to her cause that would mean to Canal that he couldn't protect those that he loved and cared for and that he was a failure. He went on over to her and said in a gentle, low tone, "Hey, sweetheart. Why don't you join my team? So that way we can keep an eye for each others backs and not worry for each other if we're miles apart and not be distracted if we have to engage with the CIS or anything else that would be identified as a hostile to us." It would be a good idea for both of them so that way their combat wouldn't be poorly since they were both in each others mind. His head came close to her and whispered three words to her, "I love you," in case something did happen to the couple. He waited for her response if she wanted to join him or not.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @others

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

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Vulcanus was silent as more and more of the enemies began to show up, but something was not right. They dressed as the CIS and they moved as their soldiers had, but their ships flew the colors of a faction that Vulcanus had never encountered before. This was not what he expected, but they were committed to the mission now and they would take what they could. With a silent hand gesture, Vulcanus motioned for a pair of two forest colored Stormtroopers to move up into a firing position just ahead of the pack. Their movement was the signal for the other pairs of Anti-Aircraft teams to move into their positions, one carrying the launcher and the other carrying the ammo. In all there were six teams of AA and each had orders to take down the most immediate air threat in the vicinity. Each stormtrooper wore the army of the Sith's old enemies, the blueprints had been procured by Darth Vorskr during his assassination of Ronin Fel. The Jagged-Class Stormtrooper armor was superior to the Empire's old version in the aspect that it's HUD was updated and the armor could be adapted to any situation with minimal armor variants.

"Bravo-Two in position" the team in front of Vulcanus said, their voices concealed by the helmets and only heard by those wearing the Stormtrooper armor or a special made earpiece to receive the current signal they were using,

"Bravo-One, taking up firing position now" again and again each team reported in, their targets varying from dropships to gunships.

With the rocket teams in place, Vulcanus looked over to the Stormtrooper commander beside him and gave the signal for him to do final check to be sure everything was ready. One by one he checked the status of each team on his HUD. The rocket teams were in place, the snipers in their nests, the riflemen in the holes and behind cover and the Graug Mortar team sporting Skyfire mortars had set up deep in the forest and that meant everything was in place. Watching the scene, Vulcanus finally gave the order to attack. The commander spared not a second getting on the universal communications line for the Imperial forces and giving the word

"All troops tackle, I say again tackle!" and with that simple phrase, hell was unleashed.

Six missiles let up the sky like hellfire, exiting the forest and heading into the sky before anyone knew what was going on. The first gunship took a hit in the right engine, the explosion spitting flames down upon the ground forces and shaking the trees with the shockwave. The gunship screeched like a banshee as it spun out of control and into the forest where it exploded into a violent display of light and heat. Following in its wake, three other gunships and two dropships went down in a magnificent flame of glory and all within a few seconds of one another. There was no pause...NO mercy and the treeline lit up like the gates of hell as two E-Web blaster positions opened up on the enemies lines and Graug Mortars screamed an echoing howl of death as they arched through the sky....

 

[Revenchent]

Calico had just opened his mouth to reply to the admiral when chaos erupted. Confused, and then terrified cries emanated from the comm channels used by the Concord's pilots. In only a moment, the majority of the ship's that had broken atmosphere were burning heaps on the forest floor.

"Put the birds down." Calico barked. If the remaining ships would land, they would make much harder targets.

That was when the mortars struck.

One of the OST men accompanying Calico's team was blown into smoking, visceral bits. The Chieftain paid no heed, and motioned toward the treeline to the east, opposite the way that the whistling mortars were coming from.

"Shift it!" He roared through the loud speaker. The soldier bolted for the tree line, moving in zig zags as dirt exploded up into the air from mortar fire. He had no time to issue orders, not until he was out of the fire. Ori'alor and Canal could handle directing the other fire teams for the time being.

He kept Keziah in his gaze as he broke through the muddied trees, turning on his heel to wave on the rest of their people.

Ambush.

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Double-beeps lit up on Saera's RRDI HoloSynth Heads-Up-Display. Alerts rung out with an orange-to-red gradiating glow. The Glaive had picked up missile signatures several hundred kilometers out on radar sensors, and the alert networked into all accompanying craft, prompting the warning to display in similar fashion for all of the other Languor superiority fighters.
"Feth.... What the heck was that? SEWACS, I want you to gun the engines, bearing one-eight-five, vector twelve-hundred to target reading. War-Akk flight, form up on me, tight spread, finger four formation. Maintain an altitude of thirty three thousand feet and stay below the Glaive. Don't take any risks, stay frosty."
Saera, though young, was well taught by fellow pilots in RRDI's corps and had already begun trying her best to emulate their mil-speak and terminologies. She wasn't the best at it... but she was steadily learning, which a child her age hadn't boasted for eight hundred centuries since the days of young Anakin. She proceeded to open a direct line with [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] on the line he had picked up on before, hoping he would receive inbound transmissions again.
"Regal Fleet to LC; what's your status? We're picking up what seems to be light missile signatures in high trajectory. I say again, what's your status? Are these your 'heads?"
The Languors of late had all been equipped with fixed-mount pylon PSIS-M jammers since Saera had come into office, so whatever was going on, she hoped they wouldn't be using it to high-tail out of there. They'd never find their answers then.

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

Lieutenant Jusik gave a wide grin as the first signs of distress picked up along the CIS but not quite CIS ships. Not that it really mattered. This was all a show to let the galaxy know one truth.

The Empire had returned. Reorganized under a new figurehead and pure vision.

And they would have satisfaction.

Jusik's Sixth Squadron had sat behind the planet's moon until the moment had came. It was a time for glory. For victory.

As the various TIEs warmed their engines Jusik gave a simple line over his com.

"Ready Gents?"

The acknowledgement lights spit back yellow in reply. A conformation. The Sith adjusted himself in his suit, glaring out his Harbinger's viewport before disengaging the landing gear. The Squadron had been tracking the enemy naval forces since the moment they came into system. The current plan of action was to close with the fighters and prevent them from maintaining position, which wouldn't be difficult given the TIEs superior speed.

The fighter group launched into the system star's bright light before gunning into Atmo. It took a matter of around fifteen seconds before the first TIEs were within firing distance of the enemy, the Lt among them. The Imperial Pilots opened up on the Languor fighters with the full armament of their vessels.