Dominion Through Blood, Dirt, and Bone | NIO Dominion of Huk

[NISCOM]

E M P I R E _ R I S I N G

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H U K
T H R O U G H _ B L O O D _ A N D _ D I R T _ A N D _ B O N E

While the fight against the Sith slows to a crawl, the New Imperials split their attention to expansion. Focus now falls upon Huk, a verdant haven in the deepest reaches of wild space. A key world for shoring up the New Order's outer front. The Yam'rii, natives of Huk, have every intention to open the New Order with mostly open arms.

From the darkness of obscurity, the Qo'massassi emerge once again.

Antagonistic, they seek to prevent our progress.

SOJOURN, THE HUNTERS' MOON //: OBJECTIVE I //: Operation: ANIMUS SIMULACRUM II

I N _ W A V E S​

Several parsecs from Huk, a grueling exercise takes place on Sojourn. Rendered desolate long ago by a nuclear attack meant to kill the ancient Sith Lord known as Darth Plagueis, Sojourn's environment is harsh and unforgiving. Life found purchase in regrowth, covering the surface with swampy and irritated marshlands.

Humid, nauseating, and filled with all manner of toxic gas and acid rain. These grim landscapes could break even the toughest of soldiers. It has been six standard days since the exercise commenced. No way off the planet, limited supplies, and no outside contact. Imperials will only know reprieve when the exercise has reached its conclusion.

OBJECTIVE IA: REDFOR:
Armed with Hunter-Seeker droids, all-terrain land transports, and long-ranged weaponry, REDFOR is on the hunt. Their quarry? BLUFOR's VIPs. Scour Sojourn's surface, pick up a scent, and give them hell.

Spoiler: REDFOR

Noel Strasza
Daros Karmann
Sturit Goan
Théodoro

OBJECTIVE IB: BLUFOR:
Outnumbered, outgunned, and out-equipped, BLUFOR must stalk the dense marshes of Soujourn and avoid detection. The safety of the VIP is their top priority. Reach the ruins of Plagueis' ruined retreat and extract the VIP before REDFOR gets their hands on them.

Spoiler: BLUEFOR

VIP(s)
Halketh
Dorian Sicarrio
TEAM
Meko Sorrin
Archie

HUK, SPACE //: OBJECTIVE II //: Operation: INSIDIOUS AURORA

K I R I S U T E _ G O M E N​

Talks with the Yam'rii concluded with an agreement for peaceful assimilation. When conflict can be avoided in these circumstances, the New Order is no stranger to compromise. Things, however, are never as simple as they seem. When the Imperials moved for their occupation, they were met with resistance. Not from the Yam'rri, but the Qo'Massassi.

These extremist Sith belligerents have blockaded the planets. Nothing comes in or goes out without being subject to their fury. It is a direct and blatant attempt to prevent our progress. If they want a fight, it's a fight they will receive. The New-Imperial armada moves to strike the blockade and offer relief to Huk's surface.

OBJECTIVE //: BYOO

Whatever gets you to post, chief.

 

[Dorian Sicarrio]

BLUFOR VIP GANG | Halketh | Meko Sorrin Archie | Noel Strasza Daros Karmann Théodoro
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"Fuck this place, man."

Seriously, this place sucked. Maybe it was the acid rain, or the swamp smell, or the damp clothing, or the walking, or the constant sense of being hunted, or the general lack of bae, or the fact that they'd been doing this 'training exercise' for six days. Or maybe it was all of it. Probably all of it.

Oh, post-Bastion Dorian, that sweet summer child. He thought things would be easier. He thought that he'd changed, learned so much, enough to warrant him a little break. But then he'd gone and said order never rested and there he was, stuck in a swamp. Whoever had assigned him to be the VIP on this team was gonna get a saber to the gut.

No, no, he had to think on the bright side. This exercise was supposed to be only a week long. It'd be over soon, and he could have a nice hot bath.

Yeah, that was the entire bright side. Maybe he should've talked more to the folks around him.

The ground squelched as he kept walking. The company wasn't bad, he'd just been too occupied with being miserable about the situation to talk to them much. Now was a good a time as any, he supposed.

The knight turned back. "Yo. Halketh. Aren't you like, a warlord or some shit? Why'd you decide to come out here?

"Shit decision, honestly."

 

[Halketh]

O U T R U N _ M Y _ G U N
The Vulture

BLUEFOR VIP
[ armor ]
Focus | Dorian Sicarrio

Swamp. How horrifically unfitting for a man who appeared as The Vulture did. He waded along through the muck, with armored hands tucked away in the sleeves belonging to the opposite arm. Of course, he had chosen his familiar armor- that gold and white set he had donned on Bastion- for this exercise, preferring to be hunted with some moderate level of protection should he have been struck. It was the wisest to walk into a war game expecting to be shot when troopers were hunting you. All the same, despite the exhaustion plaguing his mind and the sweat sticking his under clothes to his scarred hide, he remained as poised as ever. He had spent hundreds of hours wading through muck far worse than this when he feasted upon the ruins left in the wake of the galactic war. ​

Physical discomfort was the easiest thing in the universe to understand. ​

And thus, it was the easiest for him to tune out.​

He was equipped with the same stun rifle as those he was escorted by, though he was much more lax in his hold of it. Slung across his shoulder, it rested against his hip with the barrel angled towards the muck of the sopping earth. There was an aura of daydream about him in his relaxed stride, unbothered by the environment and the principle of why he was here to begin with, it seemed. ​

And yet it was the voice of the unfamiliar Imperial Knight who had been assigned to VIP status with him that drew him from his idle fantasy.​

A brow tilted beneath his helmet as he swiveled his head towards the one who addressed him. "Mm?" The Force blazed across his blinded vision, illuminating the features of the man to his left. He stared in his mind's eye, unseen beneath the segmented gold of his helm, in silence for a moment's ponder. "There is an exceptional disquiet amongst the ranks towards those like you and I, dear Knight." He started with a chuckled hum trailing his words, "The hounds will be much more inclined not to miss their shots. Tis' good practice."​

It was a simple answer for an equally simple question.​

 

[Willver Bennbri]

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B L U F O R

Halketh Dorian Sicarrio Meko Sorrin ​

On day one they had arrived on Sojourn bright-eyed. They had quickly learned that this moon was no place for them. Of course that was against their will. At least he thought so. Archie could hardly imagine anyone volunteering for this. With the frontline grinding to an almost complete halt as the new and old orders attempted to settle their differences with words, the 908th had been mostly unneeded. When the training operation to Sojourn came looking for members of the 908th, Archie was put forward. Strategic Command happily accepted a new recruit that they could mold.

On day three he had run out of fresh water. He carried water purification tablets, but the stagnant swamp water all around could hardly be purified. He had considered boiling some water, but a fire was nigh impossible. Any wood the team might have gathered was far too wet, not to mention that a fire would have surely alerted the hunters on their heels.

It was currently day six. Archie had been promoted to corporal after Havridam, but inside he still felt like he was in basic training. The swampy wilderness was far from his preferred terrain, and he felt clueless the whole time. Six days on their feet had been excruciating. Archie was no stranger to long expeditions, but stormtrooper armour wasn't the right gear for this operation. At least his helmet kept him for inhaling the toxic gas that spewed from the ground at least a few times an hour.

The lack of sleep didn't help either.

They had only been able to rest a few short hours a night, trying to put as much distance between them and the other team, and constantly on watch for their enemies or any creatures of the swamp that might be looking for a meal. Thankfully the dense brush, uneven ground, and swamp monsters of various kinds that had so far hindered the blue team's journey had also kept the red team at bay.

They only had one more day of marching until they reached the rendezvous point, yet there was no telling what would happen in that time.

Archie felt on the verge of collapse, which was made all the more worse by the Lord they escorted as a VIP. So far nothing had seemed to phase the man, which scared Archie.

There had been an eerie silence among the team for some time. No one had the energy to talk at length, which made the sounds of the forest all the more intrusive. Finally the second VIP broke that silence. He was a knight, Archie knew that much, but beyond that he was completely unfamiliar with both men that they escorted. His first impression of Lord Halketh had been one of both amazement and fear. The Lord's response to the knight was certainly adding to the fear...

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[Asha Krataajontû]

HUK, SPACE //: OBJECTIVE II //: Operation: INSIDIOUS AURORA
NIO FLEETER OPPOSITION
TAGS: OPEN
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The Kaleesh paced the lining of the bridge, blaring and conflicting reports booming through the room as she quite visibly watched as New Imperial ships came blaring out of the darkness of hyperspace. It seemed as if they would be more willing to defend this planet than the Grand Commodore had expected of them. What did she have to her name? Not much that she would call “well made” to sling blaster barrages back and forth between the New Imperial interception fleet. A scattering of war wearied scrapheaps. All of the vessels were quite visibly worn, dilapidated, either gained in raids against the New Imperial Order or scavenged from battles. Holes punched through at random, rendering entire sections of the vessel inoperable, and the amount of power that they had willing to dedicate to shielding proper was… less than she would have preferred.

None the less, their mission here was simple. Hold the line. Defiance to the end. Stop the NIO from securing this planet bloodlessly.

For the Sith’ari, everything.

“Your Grace, multiple NIO entries out of hyperspace, how should we proceed?” Asked one of the officers, rushing past her, turning on his move to backpedal away.

“All vessels hold your ground, wait for them to get into range. Scramble our starfighters, give them something to worry about.”

The NIO would know the name Vymerigh if she had her way.

 

[Simon Meinrad]

H U N T E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
REDFOR
OPERATION : ANIMUS SIMULACRUM II
H U N T _ A F T E R _ Y O U

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Looks like there was a planet that mirrored Crik’s personality. Ugly, unforgiving, and ruthless. The Storm Commando harbored several traits that brought concern to several officers as he seemed to be...primal in comparison to the rest of his peers. Then again, he wasn’t the only one in the military that demonstrated that behavior. There were many types amongst soldiers. Some fought for the thrill of it, to feel alive. Others for power and ambition. And the rest for a cause.

If one had to categorize Crik, he definitely belonged in the former with some other minor attributes that made his own unique character. A good soldier, and an effective killer. He got better at killing with time passing by.

Give him an assignment and he’ll carry it out at the last letter, or at least die trying.

And this week’s operation gave him the thrill. Little games between comrades and if they thought this was a walk in the park simulation to be taken with indifference, Huk proved that completely wrong. The surface of Huk was still irradiated with sectors of its ecosystem completely defunct or adapted in strange ways of life. Despite that it was impossible to sustain a semblance of civilization in these swamps the eternal acid rain mourning this desolate planet. Soldiers complained, but Crik adapted to it with his training and skills making that possible. They would be extracted after the completion of these games, and the limited supply hurried soldiers to perform their orders. This world brought a different side of the participants. First day people were calm and patient, but now? Desperation made them a bit violent and impatient, creating a different persona; a different ego.

As the Mandalorian creed went: “Only the strongest shall rule.”

A team of Scout Troopers, Storm Commandos, and other reconnaissance units was what Crik was a part of. If Scout Troopers always butted heads with a Stormtrooper, imagine putting them with Storm Commando special forces. Both felt supreme, but eventually put aside their differences for the mission.

They were on the hunt for VIPs, exactly what they specialized in.

Hungry like the wolf.

BLUFOR | Halketh | Dorian Sicarrio | Archie

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[Meko Sorrin]

O B J E C T I V E 1
ALLIES / BLUEFOR | Archie | Dorian Sicarrio | Halketh
ENEMIES / REDFOR | Simon Meinrad

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Day Six.

Soujourn was like hell rebranded. Rations were getting ridiculously low, another day out here would be the end of their supply. Everyone was on edge, they had to keep moving at all times which meant constant foot aches until they reached their destination. Any mistake or any wrong turn could lead you straight to the enemy. If one was not aware all the time, you were bait for the Hunters. And the environment wasn't any help either, the trudging the through marshlands would eventually give him a disease. Other people would have given up by now, thrown in the towel. Meko isn't other people.

The VIPs had a little dialogue between them, yet Sorrin was already pre-occupied. He was looking out towards the deeper parts of marshland, looking at bushes and brush, checking for a barrel to poke out of one of them. The dark colors, many places to hide, perfect conditions to hide a rifle. His jaw unclenched as his eyes sort of controlled themselves, starting to fall on their own. It was hard to concentrate while running on hours of sleep. His stun rifle followed his chest movements as he moved through the sludge, sweeping the perimeter. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

He was on high alert. The rendezvous point was at least a day away by estimation, and if they were that close, they couldn't stop now.

Get your head in high gear.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective II: Operation Insidious Aura
Location: NIV Gorgon
Ally: Tavius Muuaji

Rexus Wenck grunted as he heaved the weapon power pack onto his back. This was to be a very instructional operation for the Death Trooper if the brief was right. A combined arms, special warfare boarding of a far larger command vessel between two organisations within the New Imperial Order. The Prefsbelt Stossjaeger, and the New Imperial Storm Commandos. For Prefsbelt, their cooperation in this matter was a means to an end, to assess the capability of the New Imperials, and he imagined this was conversely a similar opportunity for the Storm Commandos. Not that it mattered now, mission objective was key here.

The NIV Gorgon, a speedy little Cacadore-Class corvette weaved its way quickly through the blockade, darting in and around the larger escort ships, and avoiding most of the interlocking firing zones entirely as it did so. "Alright Courier team," The vessels intercom buzzed, with the voice of the ships Captain, "Your jump zone is up in t-minus minutes. Be ready."

Rexus steeled himself, and attached the battery pack on his back to his belt, before approaching the airlock. Dergan Twigg, the seven foot eight monster followed. "All comms, check in." Rexus drawled over his transmitter. "Rommulus on one."

"Remus on two." Twigg growled in a similar fashion.

"Stosssquadron Kampf on three." Stossjaeger Captain Angus Boph snapped to attention.

The Gorgon now picked up speed as it began to fly as close as it reasonably could to the hull of the far larger and imposing command ship. "Drop in thirty boys." The Captain snapped, as the airlock began its decompression sequence. "Good luck Courier. Hope you deliver!"

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Objective II: Operation Insidiou Aura
Location: NIV Gorgon
Ally: Rexus Wenck

Tavius was an honest man when prompted.

There was a slight amount of intimidation when he set eyes on those Death Troopers from Prefsbelt Command. Tavius himself stood over most members of the Stormtrooper Corps outside of his armour, but when he found himself garbed and almost a whole foot lower than members of the aforementioned team, he couldn't help but chuckle lowly to himself, silently shaking his head as the countdown came in.

"Jetpacks only when you need to. Short spurts. Too long, and you'll be sent too far off course."

The 257th Storm Commando Platoon was ready. Deploying from a multitude of airlocks and being jettisoned out into the cold void.

Tavius was the first one of his squad out. There was a potential for calculations to be off - they were quite literally having to maneuver through hostile vessels to get to this point. There'd be no point in saying some part of him was afraid, the chance was low, but he had imagined himself going out as splatter across a hostile starfighters viewport.

The suction of space sent the multiple squads across the expanse of space to the enemy command vessel. He hadn't spent much time in zero-g in his military career, but he was relatively familiar with jetpacks. His earlier words had been for the members of his squad just as much as they were for him, replaying the instructions as he flipped over, the jetpack cutting on abruptly to slow his approach.

Starfighter screens had already been deployed. If they wanted to get out, they'd have to be quick. If they were too slow? Left behind, likely killed.

"Fifteen seconds to entry."

The open hangar was the goal. As individuals in their own suits, they could travel undetected through the void of space, but as soon as they hit that deck and blasters started firing, they'd have to move like lightning.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

V A N D A L
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
STORM COMMANDO TASK FORCE 'DARK RIDER'
VANDAL SQUAD
C R A W L _ A W A Y
ANIMUS SIMULACRUM II | REDFOR
REDFOR | Simon Meinrad
BLUFOR | Halketh | Dorian Sicarrio | Archie | Meko Sorrin

Just what the doctor ordered. Or more accurately, just what IMPCOM had assigned of him. Wargames. And a VIP hunt at that. A chance to hone in on and string up a target, ideally forcing the BLUFOR into blundering their side of the op, allowing for a degree of finality to this cat and mouse. They might be closer on the tail had it not been for the tensions that had slowly compounded with the REDFOR unit. Crik didn't ever help with that. The guy was a stud, a real killer. But he was abrasive to work with, incredibly so. Berik wasn't anyone that was 'loved' through the Storm Commando Task Force either, but he certainly beat Harend in that match.

He wanted off this damned rock already. Six days was more than long enough to be caught in these fucking games. He shimmied himself back into position, the sniper position held by Crik and Berik completely shrouded into the surroundings with a thick Ghili draped over their armor as he peered through the scope of his weapon.

As much as he liked to posture himself the cold operator, he didn't have the patience for this anymore.

<"What'd we say? Six hours...nothing. We're getting back on the move."> Berik said as he slowly rose up to a kneeling position, just then he was able to get a better view through the treeline and walah. The tip of the spear to the VIP extraction crew heading up BLUFOR's operation. He rushed to the nearest cover he could find, a felled tree trunk before mounting his weapon unto it for stability.

He didn't adjust the range finder, barely pulled a target into his sights and fired unto the escort, the crack of the blaster bolt ringing through the woods and making purchase on nothing but a thump into the nearest tree branch.

<"Fuck..."> He muttered under his breath as he tried to pull another target into his sights.

Meko Sorrin . A familiar sight. He grasped the pistol grip tighter before squeezing down unto the trigger. Even if their element of surprise was blundered and wasted.

 

[Damocles]

I _ A M _ D A M O C L E S
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
738TH IMPERIAL STARFIGHTER SQUADRON "OUTBREAK"
INSIDIOUS AURORA | HUK ORBIT
RAIDER II-CLASS CORVETTE 'GOVERNOR'

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Compared to Huk, Erkit was most certainly a blue milk run.

Going from scanning refugee ships to fully-fledged warships about to try and blast him out of space was a jarring contrast, but this was the sort of conquest that Damocles yearned for. Vengeance against the enemies of the Empire was an intoxicating feeling, pure and simple. Stuffed into the same TIE/OTx Outlander as the last operation, he commenced a pre-flight check before warming up the ion engines of his starfighter. Thumbing a switch, Damocles was released from the rack and pushed forward on the throttle, screeching out of the hangar bay.

"Outbreak Squadron, form up on me." The voice of his commander came over the comlink, prompting Damocles to veer to the left to meet up with the rest of his squadron, a swarm of other TIE/OTx starfighters. Flying across the battle with numerous other squadrons, the Imperials began to engage the starfighter screens that had been deployed by the enemy.

Damocles felt his fighter rock slightly as laser bolts were deflected or absorbed by his shields, yanking the sticks to manoeuvre out of the way and bring a hostile into his sights. He pressed down on the buttons and unleashed a burst of laser fire onto them, reducing them into a floating scrap heap.

He supposed flying was really growing on him.

Asha Krataajontû
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[Cormac Thire]

P E N I T E N T
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
SEVENTH FLEET | HAND OF VENGEANCE
HUK | LOW ORBIT
PELLAEON IV-CLASS STAR DESTROYER 'PENITENT'
K I K O
FOCUS | Asha Krataajontû | Damocles

Huk was already put to the sword by the Sith Empire and thus, largely pacified at the onset of the arrival of the New Imperial Order. There was little left to fight over but even still, these Sith dogs would be in the shadow of New Imperial conquest every step of the way. With the strategic demands of the Third Imperial Civil War and the growing New Imperial expansion toward the Core, IMPCOM plucked the Kel Dor admiral and a select battlegroup of what vessels to be spared to pry the Qo'krataa blockade from Huk, a planet in contested space still 'technically' under Sith Imperial control but driven in lawlessless with the authority of the Dark Lord withering to nothing after the New Imperial victory at Dubrillion.

"A few New Imperial, a few Sith...a few...well, a few ships I'd only heard about. It's certainly no Task Force Siari." The Prefsbelt helmsman spoke to Var Koon, flicking a finger through the datapad in his hands as he approached the Kel Dor standing over the holo table, his alien hands grasping the edge of the table as he surveyed the scene projected before him.

"She named it after herself?" He broke his train of thought to ask.

"By all indications...yes."

"Should've only expected the best from the Sith Imperial Armada...hone in on this Legate here." The lone battlecruiser of the Sith horde stuck out like a sore thumb, even in its state of disrepair, the Kel Dor was all but certain they'd deemed it the flagship.

"The NIV Yalta Val, part of the detachment of the First Crusade sent to lift the first siege of Borosk. Deemed destroyed...recovery couldn't reclaim it and somewhere between the first and second battle of Borosk...seems the terrorists came into posession of it." Pryde said.

"Put a hit on the hypervelocity gun. Top of target priority. Last we need is to show Huk we can not protect them." Var Koon commands. Thus, 'Outbreak Squadron' and Damocles were pinged for the mission, should they want to take it. Given its target priority, if they had the chance to pin themselves on it, certainly would've been a good choice.

 

[Théodoro]

// THEO // THYRSIAN SUN GUARD // STUDENT OF WAR
// OBJECTIVE // PREDATOR // CAPTURE BLUFOR VIPS
// FOCUS // Kolson Vrask Simon Meinrad Daros Karmann Noel Strasza // Halketh // Archie Meko Sorrin
// REGALIA // IN BIO // Stun Blaster // Wraith Pattern Aesthetic Variant // Swamp Camouflage // 2x Wrist Rockets

Enough waiting.

Every moment before this during the exercise had been waiting. Waiting for the scanners to pick something up, waiting for their prey to get closer. Now that battle was upon them, boredom had fled the Sun Guard's mind. The fire that'd been dampened by Sojourn's acid rains flared.

It hadn't been all terrible, he supposed. The relative silence and lack of distractions had allowed him time to better understand the skills and mindset of the New Imperial commandos. They were far from poorly trained; their discipline and focus was impeccable. Still, he hadn't seen them in a combat situation -- nothing was the same without danger. Perhaps attending a training exercise was less educational than another battle.

Theo wasn't one to rest at range with a rifle, content to pick the enemy off at a distance. While a few of the Storm Commandos stayed back, the young warrior crept forward to the targets they'd marked. He took up his own position around twenty meters ahead of the BLUFOR group and waited in silence behind a tree.

Alas, he could not wait any longer.

The ones wearing the more curious armors were the VIPs, and it'd be a disservice to the exercise to not go for the objective immediately. The Sun Guard took a half step away from the tree, raising his right gauntlet and firing a fibrecord whip at the smaller one. He aimed to ensnare his target then pull him away from the enemy guards while they were occupied with the sniper. His own strength, the armor's, and the pull of the fibrecord line should've been enough to pull the man right into the Sun Guard's fist.

 

[Cartr Arkhis]

Arrival
During transport from Frigid Dawn to Huk Cartr observed alongsite Star Destroyer Commander how is the operation going he noticed small hole in enemy blockade.
<Why are they not using this Hole in defense, they could atack Flagship with Bombers directly>
<you may forgot about it but not all fighters are as fast as used by your squadon TIE Slashers that are made to order especially your TIE is impossibly fast Captain Cartr>
<Right...>
meanwhile they talked about curent situation in battle Some crewman Run into Comand room and alarmed:
<We will exit Hyperspace in 30 minutes Sir>
<Great I already have a strategy to deal with enemy Flagship>
Cartr Smiled and went to Hangar, when he arrived he ordered Engineers to mount Hyperspace Engine instead of missles to TIE Bombers of his Squadrons
<Comander do you have plan how to deal with Enemy ?>
<Yes, you remember what happened to "Supremacy"?>
<This is most Dangerous plan we ever executed... lets do it!>
<To fighters, we will soon arrive at Huk>

When Star Destroyer arrived at Huk Cartr and his Squadrons flew from hangar and joined other pilots in battle to break the Blockade and while they were dealing with weak Hostile Fighters they got close to hole in Blockade that if trajectory will be corect will enable His Bombers to destroy enemy Flagship in one decisive hit, he checked scanners for last
<Good no Interdictor fields here, Bombers Fire the Present for our Freinds>
<Lets see how they will defend against this!>
<Payload gone, will go into Hyperspace and hit target in five>
<Four>
<Three>
<Two>
"This must Work" This was the first time Cartr Caught himself praying....

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: Tavius Muuaji
Objective II: Operation Insidious Aura
Location: Enemy Command Ship


Rexus grinned as the doors opened into the void, and cackled. He took one look at the lead Storm Commando. Giving the smaller man a nod, Rexus cackled slightly over his comms, "Best of luck." Taking one step back Rexus then paused, before then lunging himself into the void. The Stossjaeger, and Twigg followed suit.

Jetpacks were activated, using the advised short burst to keep them on track, but their momentum would carry them. Still, chills ran through Rexus spine, as they slowly moved toward the gaping maw of the open hangar. They would all survive the void. Their armours had ensured there was plenty of room for oxygen and life support, but there was a vulnerability to them, that the Death Trooper despised. His target tracking HUD was going wild, as starfighters friend and foe buzzed around each other in the distance.

"Keep on it lads," Twigg growled from his position, "Once we're in," And they were closing now, close enough to spot the crews prepping for the second stage fighter launch, "We hit hard, fast and without mercy." Rexus could feel his hands tightening around his rifle as they closed on the airlock. About twenty meters left. He could now see the maintainence crews and pilots, having spotted them. Trying to ID them. Oh they were gonna have fun.

"One more thrust." Rexus growled, pumping his jets a little more, and speeding into the hangar. Rexus deliberately angled himself. Once they hit through to the artificial atmosphere, Rexus' full body in armour slammed into a diminutive pilot reaching for her pistol. The blunt force trauma of his body slamming her, left innards smeared across the hangar floor as Rexus skidded across it. With her compatriots now in a state of arrested shock, Rexus took his time to kill.

"Storm Commando, this is Rommulus, we have impact!"

 

[Tavius Muuaji]

Obj 2
Rexus Wenck

As soon as Tavius passed through that magnetic containment fields shield, the command vessels artifical gravity took hold and his magnetized boots slammed the deck. Ahead, the Death Troopers were already rampaging through the hangar, streaks of blood painting starfighters and the very ground he stood on as the other members of the 257th Legion fell into line behind him, quick accurate shots being taken on hostiles that were nearby.

"Romulus! We're moving!"

And then the Storm Commandos were charging forwards, falling in together, as he drew up the schematics within his HUD.

Charges were being set on starfighters that had not taken off in the first wave, and then they hit the corridor.

Mission was for the engine room and to cause critical damage before evacuation.

However, other teams were peeling off to head for other priority locations, such as the command and shield generator decks.

 

[Meko Sorrin]

O B J E C T I V E 1
ALLIES / BLUEFOR | Archie | Dorian Sicarrio | Halketh
ENEMIES / REDFOR | Simon Meinrad | Kolson Vrask

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The shot was loud, heavy, and a miss.

Meko heard the sound of the bolt hitting a tree trunk to his right. He instantly ducked down as he looked in the direction of where the shot came from.

A second later, another shot whizzed right by his head. 2 centimeters of stale air separated another blaster bolt and Sorrin's head. A perfect shot, just a little too slow to hit its target. Meko quickly hurried to a nearby leaning tree. He looked over to the VIPs, signaling with his hands to take cover quickly. <"Take cover!"> He yelled.

Dissecting where the failed blaster shot came from was very simple. The blaster bolt hit a tree to the right so the shot came from the left. The straight angle means that the rifle that the bolt came from was on a flat surface. They were obviously covered by fallen tree logs and bushes, so spotting the assailant would be difficult. All of which means there shouldn't have been an error with the first shot. It should've been a straight line to the target. How the sniper failed is beyond him.

He gripped the rifle with both hands and held it to his chest tightly. Any exposed body parts would be bait for the sniper. Based on the shot precision, waiting for an opening would be difficult. He had to strike back, get them to mess up, and follow through with the counter. A smirk appeared on Sorrins face. It was the little details that made the job count.

He spoke up from behind the leaning tree, <"I know you hear me! Come on out so I can put a name to a blaster!">

 

[Simon Meinrad]

H U N T E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
STORM COMMANDO TASK FORCE "DARK RIDER"
VANDAL SQUAD
OPERATION : ANIMUS SIMULACRUM II | REDFOR
REDFOR | Kolson Vrask | Théodoro
BLUFOR | Dorian Sicarrio | Halketh | Archie | Meko Sorrin
T H E _ G A M E _ O F _ L I F E

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He gave an annoyed grunt to Berik when his fellow Storm Commando became bored and exhausted being in the same position for six hours. Holy shit, where'd all that time went? Time really does fly by when one isn't paying attention to their chronometer. For men like them? It was fairly common to let the minutes eat away, slowly decaying their cells to become less and less of their youth. Other folks would probably queen at twenty minutes in being so static and constantly observing the terrain.

But enough was enough, he supposed. Crik would've called it quits at seven hours, if he was being honest.

Luckily, Berik made the call as their prey appeared before them. The escort team for BLUFOR's VIPs. Another couple of minutes and they wouldn't catch them. Both men had the same idea of engaging the enemy wat long range, blending in with their surroundings. They had the element of surprise until a shot was fired from Berik with it not hitting anyone, it hit something though.

"Berik, where the fuck did you learn how to-" his tone aggressive and dominant, able to intimidate recruits but not veterans and initiated soldiers that had been through hell and back. His words meant for Berik on his miss, but his vulgar language got distracted with another member on REDFOR, a Thyrsian mercenary that was all by himself and decided to act independently from the rest of REDFOR. Probably had the skull thicker than a Mandalorian brute. "Holy shit, is this amateur hour?" He would've loved to drill one on the mercenary. Typical for individuals of these so-called warrior culture to act like the best thing on the block. The mercenary lacked discipline, evidence with his lack of communication. How the hell was he still alive?

Forget it, time to salvage the half assed attack they had just committed to. Anyone that exposed any body parts visible through his scope was free real estate. A shame he couldn't use a particle beam rifle for the job. If IMPCOM was so adamant of putting them through hell, mind as well give free reign to all weaponry.

Shame.

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[Rexus Wenck]

Objective II
Location: Enemy Command Ship
Allies: Tavius Muuaji

"Understood!" Rexus growled in reply to the Storm Commandos, "Alrighty!" Wenck barked reloading his rifle and getting up, "Kampf Three, proceed to objective!" The Death Trooper snarled, "Remus!" Wenck's head turned back to look at Twigg stomping, and crushing a S-IMPs head like a grape beneath his boot. "Remus, we are leaving!"

Twigg stood tall, and cocked his head almost like a saddened puppy. "Comms silent until objectives are reached." Wenck reminded the soldiers, "Happy 'unting." With the hangar cleared of hostiles for now, Rexus stormed off in the direction of his and Twigg's objective. The command bridge. Admittedly it was very much so commands pipe dream to take the bridge, ergo the sabotage runs to engines and shields. But, the doctrine of decapitating the enemy still held true.

The two Death Troopers thundered through the corridors of the Sith vessel. The terrified cries and screams of staff followed as they attempted to get out of their way. Momentum carried them. "We are gonna kill you bastards!" Twigg cackled manically, "And I am gonna make sure it's a bloody one!"

 

[Jalter Volff]

Location: Huk Orbit
Objective: Insidious Aurora
Tags: Asha Krataajontû | Open to Interaction
Ship: TIE/HB Bruiser
Forces: x7 TIE/HB Bruiser

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Jalter found himself preparing once more for another battle far from his own home against the Sith. But this was not the Braxant Run, nor were they fighting against the Sith Empire, no this was Huk and they were fighting the Qo'massassi. Jalter along with his squadron had returned to the frontline after enjoying a period of R&R after the fall of Bastion and he was eager to get back into his bomber.

As he walked from the briefing room back to the hanger his squadron lined up as Jalter arrived. "Alright ladies I know we're all itching to get back out there but I'm going to say a few things first." he paused looking at each helmeted pilot. "We are here to break the blockade and that means we are prioritising capital ships. I know we're all eager to show those other pilots that the Bruiser is better than anything they fly but we got a job to do. Any fighter that engages you is fair game but do not go off starting dogfights. Am I understood." In unison the squadron responded. "Yes Sir." Jalter nodded. "Alright, get to your TIEs. Lets go show these Sith why they call Darkstar pilots Hell Hounds." He said with a grin under his helmet.

In an instant all pilots rushed to their Bruisers and Jalter with his cybernetic leg hobbled to his. Once inside he felt a sense of relief seeing the controls of the Bomber. From the bomb and missile bay datascreen to the targeting & Sensor System Jalter felt as if he was home. The voice of the ATC came in and Jalter listened in. "This is Control Tower to Brawler 3-1. You and you're squadron are clear for take-off. Good hunting." Jalter nodded as the voice came in and once released from the TIE rack he punched the throttle and out they came of the star destroyer. "Stay in formation." he said over squadron comms and the bomber flight began its flight past the NIO ships which surrounded them and towards the Qo'massassi blockade. As the battle begun the Bombers of Darkstar began their attack.

As enemy fighters came swarming in the Bomber flight began weaving through the wave, firing their heavy laser cannons. Jalter felt the Bruiser shake as he was hit by an enemy fighter and he switched over to missiles, firing a brilliant missile which slammed into the attacking fighter and incinerating it. "Stay on course. Once we break through this we'll have a choice of targets with their capital ships."