Thus Always to Tyrants | Galactic Alliance Invasion of First Order Held Varonat Hex

Nuuc Lapt · Feb 4, 2018

Location: Dropping into position near the naval base

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Kyle Ajahn"]

Enemies: First Order, [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]

Objective: Survive the drop

It was time.

Nuuc's dropship sped into atmosphere alongside other craft and pods, the ship shaking around them from the friction caused by the intense speed. Turbolaser fire from the ground rose up to meet them, and though he couldn't see the destruction wrought by the First Order's anti-air, they could hear the explosions from within. He held on tightly to the secure straps with one hand and his rifle with the other, closing his eyes and taking a breath to calm himself.

As he did so, he reached out, reading the emotions of those around him, though he wouldn't have needed to in order to feel the intense fear and worry they harbored. He could feel the emotions spike every time another explosion rung out.

His old master had taught him a technique(or at least attempted to) that she found most useful in situations like these, the high stress of anticipation before a major battle. A meditative state that could help his comrades and calm them enough to be effective soldiers. While she had mastered the technique, it was one he still struggled with, though he could use it to limited effect on those around him.

Nuuc focused, reaching out as well as he could to try the technique on his men and women. It was much easier when everyone was gathered like this, nothing like when he tried with squadron in the void of space. At his side, immediately after he began, Osure put a hand on his shoulder. Hers were the stronger emotions of concern, but different from the rest. Rather than fear of death, she feared for the death of the unit. Of everyone with them. And when he looked to her, Nuuc saw an expression of readiness on her face. A look that told him she was assured of their mission and its success.

"Nearing the base," cried a voice from the cockpit as the dropship shook once more. "Thirty seconds!"

Now was the time for the Alliance to show the First Order their true power. To show them that even despite the losses they've suffered they are still a powerhouse that can strike hard and without mercy at those who would enforce tyranny and violence as a rule.

The ship touched down, the ramp dropped, and Nuuc was the first out, leading his men by example. They would be victorious today.

Eugen Aker · Feb 4, 2018

Location: Varonat Orbit
Objective: Evade (Fleeting), Board the FIV Imperator for the capture or destruction of Robogeber.
Allies: GA ([member="Mathieu Bahreiko"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Bandor Kre'fey"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Allyson Locke"])
Opposition: FO ([member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Directly Engaging: Robogeber, Gromm, Cyrus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlcUwUwjLrs

As ordered before their jump, the Ruby and Sapphire squadrons didn't overstay their welcome. After the initial volley of missiles and biots, they took evasive maneuvers while the Imps underwent the typical kill chain of choosing targets and disseminating orders across their formations, no doubt a laborious process with such large armadas. By contrast, the highly automated ships of the distraction group could launch their indiscriminate attacks in short order before scurrying away.

While still firing off continuous salvos of missiles and deploying Inago, twin squadrons of Destroyers rapidly descended on curving path toward the horizon of Varonat at full combat speed, Breakwater stations in tow as they were tugged along by tractor beams to boost their own speed and maneuvering.

Fire was taken during the synchronous maneuver, but as they were at the rear of most ships firing at them from the start, aside from glancing hits of proton beam cannons (!!!) from immobile battlecruisers, they really only had to deal with relatively weak aft and ventral fire until there was a proper rotation on the part of the enemy to maximize damage.

Most of the significant damage sustained would come from a second smaller FO formation (Cyrus) that jumped into the system right after the distraction group, their vantage giving them the good firing lines. Dancer and EWAR missiles were launched at this new threat to include them in the jamming fun.

Minutes later, and the destroyer squadrons and battle stations crossed over the horizon into the natural cover provided by the planet of Varonat itself.

In their wake, they had left great nagnol clouds (so helpfully spread out thanks to the Imp's impeccable missile defense systems) and thousands of miniature decoys to confuse targeting sensors of enemy vessels, thereby creating an electronic corridor for the assault groups (Yvarro, Varex, et al) to hit planetside with minimal casualties.

As the first phase of White Fleet's mission had come to a close, they began transitioning for real combat against the First Order. It hadn't been a mistake that the Imps in orbit had gotten off lightly - they hadn't be a priority target.

They were now.

Dozens of Warships. Hundreds of Starfighters. Against most opposition, the armadas fielded by the Imperials over Varonat would prove quite the formidable force.

But against the Inago, the tight clusters of ships just meant an easy lunch.

Behind the cover provided by missiles, nagnol clouds, and decoys, thousands closed in on the two armadas with great speed, taking erratic flight paths to further confuse the tracking of their point defenses amid environment rife with physical and electronic interference.

Still, thousands were lost in the process, either to point defenses or fighters scrambled against them.

In response to the appearance of fighters, hordes Inago would break off from their initial ship assault on an intercept course for collisions, neutronium infused mantles strong enough to cause serious harm or outright destruction to fighters that slammed into them. These Inago had essentially become ballistic missiles.

Those that managed to break through the defensive envelopes of the ships targeted their critical systems upon landing. Bridges, sensor/comm arrays, shield emitters, warhead launchers (to trigger explosive magazines underneath) etc. These were not mindless beasts, but well-coordinated killing machines. They started to spew their acid and get to work crippling the ships for easy pickings later. However, without proper intervention, they could reduce each starship to husks on their own.

"We'll definitely be ruining someone's day," Jyoti agreed.

Her tone was cool - war itself was a joyless experience for the veteran - but privately she found Allyson's expression touching. A small ray of light amid this dark maelstrom of violence they all found themselves trapped in now.

Naturally, FO escorts tried their best to shoot down the incoming Kometa (and decoys) but their speed and an incredible suite of capital-grade shielding and countermeasures would allow at least two of the three ramships to close in on the battlecruiser intact during the course of their short flight straight out of a precision microjump.

"30 seconds," Jyoti called out over comms as she communed with the droid guided vessels.

The hull of the battlecruiser was quickly closing in on her HUD feed,ramships pointed at the center of mass.

This method of breaching was a lot more extreme than the last time Jyoti and Allyson had teamed up against the First Order. Then, against a Keeper station, it has been a methodical breach using a stealth ship and hull cutting ring. Now, they were riding what essentially a 50-meter missile and punching it right through a hull at high speed.

It was crazy, but then you needed a little crazy against something like the Imperator of the First Order.

Within the last 500 meters, the density projectors in the bow activated, artificially increasing the mass oftheramships manyfold to improve penetration. When the bow finally slammed into the hull, its array of shockwave rods fired, creating devastating plasma bursts that help vaporize metal at the point of impact.

Each ramship lodged themselves well inside battlecrusier when they stopped. It was probably all mayhem and destruction around on the affected decks, but from Jyoti's perspective, she only felt a slight rumble with inertial dampeners set at 98% strength.

"We'll soften up the interior a bit before we move out," she informed the strike teams over comms. "Engaging PDCs, and calling in Inago for backup."

At a mental command by the cyborg to the Kometa, their Vespa turrets came to life, spewing streams of 40mm ion jacketed armor piercing flechettes of depleted baradium directly into the interior decks of the ship. Who could tell the exact effects of the mass drivers weapons against the new mysterious battlecruiser, but the attacks were sure to cause some kind of disruption.

Outside, packs of Inago quickly skittered across the hull for the large breaches created bytheramships.

"Spector 02 (Allyson), can you tie up the inevitable waves of marines coming our way until reinforcements arrive?"

While waiting for a response, she received a direct message from Admiral Thuku regarding her earlier transmission.

Cathul Thuku said:
"I feel it might be better for me to buff our allies in this battle, especially given the droid commander of the enemy fleet ahead of us. In fact they are moving out of position; while Jyoti fires at their aft quarters from underneath them, Bandor may as well attack the other fleet in orbit over the planet, and then the enemy fleets over Varonat will be fully distracted, leaving our ground force with limited interference for ground assault. Also, the new FO cruiser class we have engaged on Dagobah was, in fact, devoid of particle shields and devoid of point-defense, which make them vulnerable to bombing runs" Cathul told both Jyoti Nooran and Bandor Kre'fey on comms, after Bandor has arrived on-scene.

She managed to transcribe a quick message in response, also relaying it allied commanders and her own XO out of system.

Fair enough, you use your Battle Meditation in the way that you see it best benefitting our forces.

A multi-vector attack against the Imps with their weak backsides is a good idea. I've relayed your recommendations to Noa, and he should get with you as he prepares to roll out the rest of the White Fleet into the system following deployment of countermeasures for our assault groups.

Please be advised, I have now boarded the Imperator with my teams, so I'm requesting you limit your attacks to mobility and firepower kills against this battlecruiser if targeted.

She ended the transmission there and grew quiet, looking around in the Force for her target. It may have been an inorganic droid, but large fissures surrounded it none the less. In the distance, there were other large Shatterpoints representing key figure for both the Alliance and First Order. Even a single one shattered could turn the tide for either side.

She would do her part and remove the most rabid and dangerous naval commander of the First Order.

Summary of Actions:

ECM countermeasures successfully deploy against the FO and GE fleets in advance of assault groups, covering the battlespace in orbit and the airspace of Varonat Naval Base in decoys and nagnol gas to degrade the effectiveness of enemy sensors with electronic and physical interference.
Sapphire and Ruby Squadrons began evasive maneuvers after their first salvos, disappearing over the horizon of Varonat for cover as they transition into direct attack phase against the Imp armadas.
Roughly 20k of Inago biots were successfully deployed against Robogeber's and Gromm's fleet each for a total of 40k. After intercept and point defenses, 11k remain to attack Robogeber's armada, and 14k against Gromm. Landed Inago begin to attack the critcal systems of all enemy capital ships directly with acid spitters, while Inago still flying begin kamikaze attacks against all intercepting squadrons.
Boarding group successfully breaches the FIV Imperator, firing directly within the ship's hull with mass driver cannons of their ramships.

Order of Battle:

White Fleet

[SIZE=9pt]Team Juicy Bait (In System)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Sapphire Destroyer Squadron[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Breakwater Battlestation[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - BB01 [Hull: 100% | Shield #1: 95% | Shield #2: 100%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Breakwater Battlestation - BB02 [Hull: 100% | Shield #1: 90% | Shield #2: 95%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Akula Heavy Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - AHD01 [Hull: 100% | Molecular Shield: 90% | Shield #2 95% | Shield #3: 100% | Shield #4 100%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Akula Heavy Destroyer - AHD02 [Hull: 100% | Molecular Shield: 90% | Shield #2 90% | Shield #3: 90% | Shield #4 100%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kossak Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - KSD01 [Hull: 80% | Shield #1: 30% | Shield #2: 55%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kossak Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - KSD02 [Hull: 75% | Shield #1: 45% | Shield #2: 60%][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ruby Destroyer Squadron[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Breakwater Battlestation[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - BB03 [Hull: 95% | Shield #1: 90% | Shield #2: 95%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Breakwater Battlestation - BB04 [Hull: 100% | Shield #1: 80% | Shield #2: 90%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Akula Heavy Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - AHD03 [Hull: 100% | Molecular Shield: 95% | Shield #2: 90% | Shield #3: 100% | Shield #4: 100%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Akula Heavy Destroyer - AHD04 [Hull: 100% | Molecular Shield: 90% | Shield #2: 95% | Shield #3: 100% | Shield #4 100%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kossak Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - KSD03 [Hull: 90% | Shield #1: 90% | Shield #2: 95%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kossak Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - KSD04 [Hull: 100% | Shield #1: 95% | Shield #2: 100%][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Imperator Boarders[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Kometa Ramship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] - KR01 (Moloch) [Hull: 85% | Molecular Shield: 70% | Shield #2: 50% | Shield#3: 60% | Shield #4 70%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kometa Ramship - KR02 [Hull: 70% | Molecular Shield: 60% | Shield #2 80% | Shield #3: 90% | Shield #4: 95%][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kometa Ramship - KR03 Destroyed[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kometa Ramship - KR04 Destroyed (It never was there, but was just a typo in my comp, it’s now ‘ded’ anyway.) [/SIZE]

Asharad Graush · Feb 4, 2018

ABOVE THE NAVAL YARD

OBJECTIVE DEFEAT THE ALLIANCE ASSAULT

ALLIES [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Racosidae"]

ENEMIES [member="Varex"] [member="Nuuc Lapt"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

Departing from the repair yard, the FIV Executioner's shadow extended across much of the Naval Yard. Not that the blocked out natural light was much of a deterrent due to the machinations that the stormtroopers below wore, the Sith Lord found himself in a troop transport on the way to the ground below. Out the viewport, the Supreme Commander could see the turbolasers of the Executioner firing.

Even if the drop pods found their way to the ground below, the Alliance forces would be hard pressed to actually breach the Naval Base.

The shield had since been risen by the command of the Fleet Admiral in a bid to protect his creation long before the Alliance had even deployed their ground assault.

To assault the base, they would have to go by foot. A similar situation that age old governments had done centuries ago.

Touching down on the ground, just beyond the shield of the Naval Base, the Sith Lord stepped out of the transport.

"Hold the Maintenance Bays," was his order, "Win or loss, prevent sabotage of the bays." It would set them back weeks, perhaps even months depending on extensive the sabotage was. Varonat was the ideal position for its very defendable position in First Order Space, and the loss of it would force additional vessels to the front line to take longer routes. Fresh troops and reinforcements that the front lines would need.

From the barracks within the mountain, hundreds of stormtroopers were charging out on speeders and other vehicles to reinforce other positions on the walls.

Some drop pods hit the shielded base, but those hostiles died instantly in fiery explosions. Shameful deaths, but the Sith Lord could only afford to watch as blaster fire erupted from the walls behind him.

A frontal assault... No reports of sabotage of the Base. Graush's mind reached out to gauge the feelings of the troops around him, and he could sense their confidence. An attack like this will kill thousands of their soldiers for nothing.

Through the Force, the Sith Lord's mind latched onto the consciousness of his very own cousin. There was the moment of initial contact before he spoke through their connection.

:: Protect the Shield Generator and you'll find additional laurels in the Security Bureau. ::

Zef Halo · Feb 4, 2018

Location: Varonat Naval Base

Objective: Lead counterintelligence efforts and defend the base

Allies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Racosidae"], indirectly - [member="Madelyn Lowe"]

Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Varex"], [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Aryn Teth"]

Tons of feedback came on the screen before him. Waves of data unending as the officers made sense of it. Sulfur colored eyes beneath his hood watched intently the information on the screen while monitoring the dots descending on another screen showing the movement of the followed orbit drop of pods. It irritated him much more than it made him dread it. The Alliance striking a well fortified strategic location in the midst of Therran doing his job as part of the FOSB.

He would've given another thought to the suspect he discussed earlier with Agent Valeris and the theory of its connection to the forming battle of Varonat before the obnoxious voice of his cousin rang through his mind intrusively.

The command was clear and it brought a clear disgust on Therran's face. He, himself, could simply not find any skill in the practice of telepathy.

A'sharad, on the other hand, was certain of Therran's loyalty and responsibility to duty.

Of his obey of orders.

And that still drove him mad. He was still the subservient. Impatience had been brewing lately within him, to act prematurely, to make a mistake, to risk it all. Impatience spurred from the valuable information he attained while boarding the Red Veil during the blockade of L-49 - the fact of a romantic relationship between his cousin and the Empress of Teta herself. Therran had been hitting his head at the wall trying to contemplate a well-plotted plan to utilize this information as lethally as possible. Yet, nothing bore fruition yet.

His head snapped at the appearance of another signature in the Force near him - that of a Ren. Therran completely ignored her existence after giving her a glance. Just another one of Sieger's lackeys.

Slightly shaking his head to dissipate the steam within him from Asharad's earlier intrusion, the Sith Knight ventured on hastily towards the shield generator. Captain Hal Jyrran tailing him like a shadow, his helmet already on.

"Get the rest of Scourge Squad and meet me at the Shield Generator."

"Yes, Lord Graush."

Soldiers were amassing from left and right taking tactical positions trained daily in the events of an attack. He used the time of moving from the command center to the shield generator to contemplate the insurgent suspect's unproven yet guilt in the machinations of the Alliance today. A plotter himself, Therran forced himself to think of the possibilities if the suspect was indeed guilty. A cautious approach was always his thing. Where his cousin excelled in direct dominance and head first approach through strength and mind, Therran relied mainly on planning, plotting and conspiring. He was a man of preparation. A man always trying to be a step ahead. Fighting only on his own terms.

His wrist datapad vibrated and blue screen flared. A message on it: ||AGENT GARVIN DISPATCHED||

Good. The suspect would have tail, unless Garvin proved a complete failure. His earlier distrust of the local bureau chief's capabilities decreased due to the quick authorization of Therran's earlier orders that were given to Agent Valeris. His next step followed in the activation of an encrypted communication channel to a person he did not know personally - one commissioner Madelyn Lowe - but a person attached to his brief as an important point of contact prior to his operation here of pursuing the signs of a possible defector. The wrist datapad had already given him the information of the ongoing evacuation of Edgefields-on-Varonat and who had initiated it.

:: Commissioner Lowe, order the defense forces engaged in evacuating the city to remain vigilant against possible threats from the ones being evacuated themselves. :: He cut off the transmission. Nothing more was needed to be said. A premature move from his side, based on suspicion and an innate feeling of paranoia. As far as facts spoke - nothing proved his theory.

"Lord Graush, reporting in." Scourge squad appeared out of thin air behind him as they all reached the well guarded shield generator.

"Take positions." He ordered with a gesture of his hand. "Give them death and only death."

ADM. Reshmar · Feb 4, 2018

Enemies - First Order [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Astarii Saren"]

Objective - move into position in the Anoat Sector

DSD Formidable
Alliance 3rd Special Operations Force
Several Lightyears From Varonat System

War never seemed to abate in this galaxy. Reshmar had grown tired of the war and strife embodied between the massive powers of the galaxy. He had given up fighting for territory or power and had spent the last three years hunting the ominous criminal organization he had encountered several times in the outer rim. He had no intent on getting back in the warfare game but there are times when he cannot simply turn down requests. This had been one of those.

Reshmar had held the honorary rank of Admiral in the Galactic Alliance since its inception many years ago and had from time to time assisted them. It had been very rare for him to fight for the Alliance and as a rule he generally kept himself in a reserve position with the Alliance and only activated when absolutely needed, it seemed this was one of those times.

"Admiral here are those reports you ask for sir," said a young Sullustian walking up beside Reshmar. Reshmar turned and took the datapad from the man and motioned for him to walk with him down the corridor.

"This is your first combat mission is that correct Lieutenant?" ask Reshmar reading over the text on the datapad. a moment passed and the trepidatious young Sullustian answered.

"Yes sir, I have spent the last five years as an adjunct to fleet command and never left Sullust. This is my first assignment in the black sir." said the Sullustian officer. Reshmar nodded and continued to read over the report. They neared the lift door and Reshmar looked up from his reading and handed the pad back to the Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant Sora isn't it." ask Reshmar of the man as he stepped into the lift. The young Sullustian nodded an affirmation and remained silent "I am attaching you to my personal staff LT. Now I need you to go to engineering and get the latest reactor readings for me. After that return to me in CIC" said Reshmar as the doors slid shut and the lift activated.

The doors slid open on the lift and a large room lay before Admiral Reshmar. Around the walls, monitors gave a panoramic view of space around the Formidable. Above those monitors larger monitors had data and images of the projected battle to come. Reshmar stepped off the lift to a whistle and an "Admiral on the Bridge" Reshmar looked around then walked down the stairs to the central part of CIC. "Carry On" said Reshmar as he walked to the central command center. Before him, a large table sat with holoprojections of the forces nine squadron commanders Reshmar walked up to the table and looked from one to the other.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I trust you are all rested and ready for the day to come. I have just transmitted your operational orders to your personnel datapads. This information is for your eyes only. If your XO or any of your crew question what we're doing and why, have them take it up with me. This operation will not be prey to any information leaks. Now each of you have your orders, Now you know why I had each of you follow very different routes. Interdiction commanders. This all relies on you. Follow the orders as they are for the first portion of the operation. After that, you will have greater flexibility to operate in theater as you see fit. Attack Commanders, you know what to do, it is pretty self-explanatory. Follow your orders and the plan in general. Bombardment Commanders, As you can see you are the hammer in case we need it. We're not here to kill anyone but if the Order gives cause to return fire slap them hard and fast. Now you have your orders from here on out we will be under communications Black protocol. Do your jobs and we will come out of this day without any loss of life. Your excused." said Reshmar as the commanders nodded and one by one their holographic images disappeared. Reshmar turned to an officer standing at the communications console.

"Commander, get me a channel with Commodore Strazi" said Reshmar looking at the large forward display now showing footage from Varonat. From the CIC of the Formidable, buried deep him her armored hulk, Reshmar had streams from nearly every group now engaged in the sector-wide battle. "Admiral, channel open sir" said the comms officer. an image of the Duros appeared on the screen.

"Admiral, My forces are in position and will be beginning operations in the next hour, Any further orders before we go Comms Black sir?" asked Reshmar.

Galactic Alliance 3rd Special Operation Force

Aryn Teth · Feb 5, 2018

Aryn Teth

Varonat Naval Base, Varonat, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories

Objective: Landfall

Allies: The Galactic Alliance Assault Force 'Rancor'

Enemies: The First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Therran Graush"]

The briefing had been done half a million times over, partly so that Aryn could deal with the arrogance of [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]. Aryn didn't exactly feel too pleased working alongside the woman who had once been a major enemy of the Alliance, but he understood the significant value of the intelligence that she could have granted the Alliance for their assault on Varonat, and if [member="Allyson Locke"] had been willing to clear the woman to be able to assist with their operations, he would have to be able to accept her assistance as well.

Time would only tell if it was assistance that was worthwhile.

As they neared the Varonat system itself, the Supreme Commander had shifted away from the briefing room to prepare himself. Ensuring he was equipped in his Vanguard-Class suit of armour, allowing the magnetic lock on the side of its armour plate to hold his lightsaber in place as he made his way to the pod bays. They were immense, loaded up with an incredible amount of troops and Jedi, men and women who would drop in and around the Naval Base itself, surrounding and overwhelming the First Order's troops who, should things have gone to plan, should have been distracted in amongst the cities themselves rather than the base.

As they arrived at Varonat, Aryn watched as the first few pods began to drop, almost instantly there were calls coming in from those that had landed, pods had slammed into a shield that should not have been there, yet the early drops allowed for enough of an adjustment that the majority of troops were landing clear of the shield. Climbing into his own pod, he sighed as he strapped himself in, closing his eyes as he felt the mechanism begin to turn and he was forced free of the ship.

The moments between the pod dropping and hitting the ground were a blur, but Aryn was surrounded by chatter through the radios, calls on First Order movements, on where troops had laned, scattered and separated from squads, things were not going as they'd been planned to but efforts were quickly being made to correct mistakes, to regroup and push on adjusted objectives.

Aryn was jolted suddenly by the pod as it hit its target, hard. He could tell by the sound of tearing and metal bending that he had hit a building, one just outside the base, his pod landing right in the middle of the building itself as the door opened up, a sudden and horrid smell hitting him as he stepped out into a pool of blood. Holding his breakfast in just barely, Aryn pushed out and looked over the walls of the base.

The sabotage of the maintenance bays at the Naval Yard were crucial for the Alliance, and Aryn was certain they could push into the base even from the outside to meet that objective, yet he knew that the shield generator would cause problems, things would be a lot easier if it were deactivated, so it was the goal Aryn set his mind to. With the defenders spread out by the sheer number of Alliance attackers, Aryn began to carve his way into the base proper, the blue blade of his lightsaber clearing a way as he made his way slowly but surely towards the shield generator.

Robogeber · Feb 5, 2018

Carlyle sat in his position, watching as Therapy Command began to foolishly now come to him, pressing their offensive. The oncoming data and telemetry provided by the fighters and bombers, as well as assisting vessels was critical to the First Orders success here. Even while on the ropes, Rausgeber wished to have all information available to him at all times. What did provide some interest, was the drones deployed. Again, the Jedi had attempted underhandedness as their main tactic. Conventional warfare seemed beyond them. However, the drones, which now clustered around the fleet, were again using something not quite prepared for. Their drilling.

It was another attempt to replicate the mediocre results of the buzz droids over Skor, and Ossus. However, this time, they had chosen a different attempt to subvert the First Orders superior technological advances in shielding. Rather than use drills, or even blasters. They were using something a little, slower. The source was still unidentified, but the Fleet Admiral remained confident that it would be an ultimate non-sequitur . Quadanium steel armouring amongst the larger destroyers had seen to the slowed effectiveness according to preliminary reports, along with aerial superiority. "Pull more fighters away from interception." Rausgeber commanded, coldly, the fighters had taken a beating. The Jedi had opted for suicide tactics rather than conventional man to man fighting. Typical, of cowards. Casualties were now a little higher than what he had wanted. "Keep them in reserve, collect any droids which attempt to land aboard our vessels, and ensure our decks are kept clear."

The crew of the Imperator acknowledged the order, and wordlessly returned to their work. A relative calm having enveloped them. They were energised, and it seemed their commander's brief lapse in judgement was nothing but a memory for them. As the crew tirelessly now changed the Imperators firing arcs and solutions to bombard the smaller Alliance vessels, Carlyle couldn't help but feel doubt cloud his mind. The droids left hand, now trapped as a fist after its servos broke, was nursed by his right, as they sat entwined beneath his back. Carlyle contemplated the idea, that this situation was untenible. The first Alliance fleet was bad enough, however the one which had now leaped to his flank was causing headaches the officer couldn't quite elaborate on. The Fleet Admiral's meditative silence and data analysis was broken, "Admiral Rausgeber, we have a class blue transmission sir." The Comms Officer informed him, "It's directed to you."

The crew glanced curiously at their commander to gauge his reaction. Carlyle shot them all a stern stare. Class Blue's were rare enough as is. Only persons of the highest intelligence and military calibre received them at the best of times. To send one in battle, was a strange event. Almost an anomaly. Already, the over anxious mind began to calculate possibilities. Some, would, in retrospect be outlandish. However, Carlyle nodded his head, "Beam transmission to my receiver." He informed the officer in a neutral tone. Usually, he'd have plugged himself manually into the communications console, an attempt to show his juniors the visage of his former body, and to extent, glory. But given the battle, there was no time for such showmanship. As the Communications Officer keyed in the signal, and relayed it, Rausgeber's holographic eyes closed.

"Fleet Admiral Rausgeber," The voice began. Rausgeber almost shuddered. The voice, was recognisable. One he and few had been privy to. Supreme Leader himself. Already, Carlyle's circuitry began to jump, electrons pumping like adrenaline as his personality matrix began to fluctuate in shear terror. Supreme Leader was addressing him. "See to it the Alliance assault ends here. Now." Sieger Ren continued, after an agonisingly long pause. Rausgeber was about to relieve himself and return to command when the First Order's leader revealed more. "I have been watching you Admiral," Carlyle tensed, his body standing tall. This development was concerning. Fear radiated through him. "Since before Mustafar." Rausgeber now felt a weight fall upon his shoulders, "You have not yet failed me yet, and should you stay on your current trajectory, who knows what power might be yours." The droid felt his ambition stoked. Pride now replaced fear. "Good hunting Admiral. Do not disappoint me." The man's words reverberated within Carlyle, shaking him.

A singular response sufficed Carlyle, "I will not fail you, my lord." The droid solemnly replied, before the transmission broke up. His face now began to glow, and a pixelated vision of his face emerged to the command deck, before easing to his nominal resolution. Confidence was now in the Admiral's repertoire. Supreme Leader had given the Fleet Admiral his upmost confidence, and the officer would be sure not to break that. If what the man said was true, and Carlyle knew it was, greatness was within his grasp. It would be his destiny. His legacy. "Continue on present position." He ordered, "We will hold this position until the last man." He continued. The Alliance would not break them. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

"Sir, more contacts coming out of lightspeed, sector five sir." The Sensor Officer reported. Carlye's eyes narrowed. They would be Gromm's problem. Not his. Cardan's fleet would bear the weight of these reinforcements. The Galactic Empire's men, in Carlyle's eyes were fodder. Men to be expended in the glorious defence of Varonat. If that meant men who followed their false Emperor, and had forfeited themselves to traitors like Tanomas Graf were to die, so be it.

A smirk pursed the holograms lips, "More bodies to feed the void." He coldly lamented, standing tall. This would be his moment of triumph. If Supreme Leader had foreseen his victory here, than it would be Carlyle's finest hour. A true show to those amongst his peers and subordinates whom still doubted his ability. That even when out-manned. Outnumbered. Outgunned, and even outmanoeuvred, the Sixth Fleet, and it's Imperator would not waver beneath the lack of tactical imagination and ability of his adversaries. Nay. This was his Hoth. His Starkiller moment. Carlyle's eyes shot to the tactical display, as the Bothan commanders fleet deposited itself to the rear. This was perhaps a little too much for Cardan to handle. Reinforcements had to be given.

"Move some of our vessels to turn about, and draw fire from the Deliverence." Carlyle aggressively barked. He would not allow this new weapon of mass destruction to be destroyed upon it first outing. Perish the thought. No. The siege engine would act as bait. It had coaxed the eager Alliance into action, and now its substantive defences would work as a delaying tactic, one to entrap them. Like moths drawn to a flame. He would destroy them. However, for any trap to work, he now needed to set the pieces, to ensure that those he ensnared were doomed. "Is Ion Command operational?" He inquired.

There was a distinct pause, as the Communications Officer began to organise an inquiry. Carlyle's deep, blue glowing orbs were transifxed upon her. She picked her head up, and nodded. "Yes sir Admiral. The battery commander just requires a target." The Fleet Admiral allowed another smile to bloom. It was time to even the odds. But again, an acceptable target was yet to be found. The droid scowled, now, as it scoured the holographic display for an easily accessible weapon for the Sixth Fleet to take, and make its own. And that was when, he found it. The Jedi battlestations.

"Order four squadrons of bombers to deploy," Rausgeber began, explaining his plan to the bridge crew, "And perform an ion bombing run upon one of those heavy destroyers the Alliance has brought with them," He gestured to one of Nooran's vessels, "Try and disable its weapons systems." He ordered, before then turning his head to the Comms Officer, "Order the battery to fire here," He added, "And have the Malice, and all surrounding vessels, now use their tractor beams to push the station towards it." It was a classical battering ram technique. One, which Carlyle's many storied heroes Gial Ackbar had at one point discussed in his many memoirs on the Galactic Civil War of his time.

As a squadron of TIE Reign bombers now moved and delivered a barrage of ion bomblets, upon the Jedi destroyer AHD01, before veering off to the protection of the Sixth Fleets point defence weaponry. As this happened, the V-150 Ion battery stationed as apart of the Varonat Naval Yard commenced fire upon the Breakwater Station, designated BB02. Now, the FIV Malice, FIV Vindicator and FIV Terror now began to pre-emtptively push the station towards the AHD01, in an attempt to pressure the Jedi either out of position, or to destroy a station, and one of their vessels.

Carlyle was rather tickled by the idea of his mischief. "Admiral," The Scanning Officer began, "Sir, we have reinforcements deploying out of lightspeed." Rausgeber chuckled, this would be the fangs needed for his trap. The Admiral watched the terminal light up. Carlyle read the speculated contacts, and could not suppress a grin. Now how would the shoe feel upon the other foot?

"The more the merrier." The Fleet Admiral commented. He watched his screen as fresh friendly contacts, a mass of battlecruisers now deployed, and began to tear the offensive forces apart at the seams. Soon, they would fall. Bit by bit. One by one, the Alliance's commands would collapse. A sign of what their disunity created. What their ideology of freedom and democracy truly created.

But, it would not be all good news. "Sir, enemy vessels are deploying pods," The Scanning Officer informed the Fleet Admiral, his voice filled with alarm, "Admiral, I think these pods contain enemy combatants, sir," Carlyle's expression darkened a little. He hadn't imagined there would be any attempt to subvert the supremacy the First Order held on the ground. But no. Again, reckless planning by the GADF would see thousands thrown through yet a meatgrinder, with no material success or result to speak of. Galactic Alliance politics in a nutshell.

"Do not let them reach the surface." Rausgeber snarled, "Dispatch fighter squadrons to destroy these pods before they can slip through our control." He would not allow the Alliance to cheaply subvert conventional techniques and firepower, through no merit bar using a device as crude as a drop pod. Gravity may have been the master of the pod, but it was Carlyle who was master of this system. Not them. Any intruders to the Imperator's Rest would need to press through the vice like grip of the Admiral. There would be no-!

The entire battlecruiser shook, as the ramships slammed into the reinforced hull. The droid was knocked off balance, but quickly regained it. "Report!" He bellowed. The crew began to scamper around, as they attempted to create some form of report. Rausgeber glared, and turned to see members of Skull Squadron moving towards him, he waved them off.

"Sir, we've been rammed!" The Chief Engineering Officer reported, glancing up from his datapad, "They've rammed right through the cargo bay sir, and have reached sector four." Carlyle frowned. Sector Four, that was where the main storage of rations was kept. He allowed himself to frown, and contemplate what had happened. How had the Alliance so skillfully snuck past their sensors? How had this been allowed to happen? Why, had it happened? "Casualties sir, are at a minimum, according to early reports. Unable to perform a proper assessment."

Carlyle glowered, "Lock down the cargo bay, and prepare it for venting." Carlyle replied, "I want any and all boarders shot, and killed." He barked, "There will be no prisoners." He turned to his FOSB compatriots, "Seal off the sector, and create a perimeter, with the security team." The droid bellowed, his voice modulator strained by the shear anger pulsing through his circuits, "Rally all FOSB and army assets aboard, and have them prepare defensive posts and checkpoints,"

"I want these bastards off my ship!"

Battlegroup Imperator | Battlegroup Armageddon | Battlegroup Doom | Imperator Command

Name: FIV Imperator
Class: Desolator-Class Battlecruiser
Shields: 90/100
Hull: 95/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 5x TIE HIN | 3x TIE SF III | 5x TIE "Reign" Bombers

Name: FIV Deliverance [Siege Mode Active]
Class: Mandator-V Siege Battlecruiser
Shields: 75/100
Hull: 97/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 8x TIE/M Fighters | 11x TIE Scimitar Bombers

Name: FIV Predator
Class: Resurgent-II Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 99/100
Firing at: ANS Chernoborg
Hangar: 3x TIE Special Forces III | 2x TIE Reign Bombers

Name: FIV Malice
Class: Modified Resurgent-I Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Purity of Thunder
Hangar: 2x TIE Special Forces III | 2x TIE Reign Bombers

Name: FIV Crusader
Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 2x TIE Special Forces III

Name: FIV Apex
Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar:2x TIE Reign Bombers

Name: FIV Vindicator
Class: Modified Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Purity of Thunder
Hangar: 2x TIE Crown

Name: FIV Prosecutor
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 96/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 3x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Menace
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 97/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 2x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Pride
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 98/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 3x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Survivor
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 96/100
Firing at: KR01
Hangar: 3x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Terror
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 96/100
Firing at: ANS Purity of Thunder
Hangar: 3x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Titan
Class: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 97/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 3x TIE FO/MK III | 2x TIE Reign

Name: FIV Varonats Pride
Class: Predator-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Lothal
Hangar: None.

Name: FIV Subjugator
Class: Predator-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None.

Name: FIV Defender
Class: Predator-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None.

Name: FIV Harridan
Class: Predator-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None.

Name: FIV Devastator
Class: Marauder-Class Cruiser
Shields: 92/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Lothal
Hangar: 2x TIE FO/MK III

Name: FIV Concord
Class: Marauder-Class Cruiser
Shields: 75/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Impasse
Hangar: 2x TIE FO/MK III

Name: FIV Bespin's Wrath
Class: Maraduer-Class Cruiser
Shields: 83/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 2x TIE FO/MK III

Name: FIV Ison Legacy
Class: Marauder-Class Missile Cruiser
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 2x TIE FO/MK III

Name: FIV Guardian
Class: Sondheimer-Class Interdiction Cruiser
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Impasse
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Enforcer
Class: Empire-Class Light Cruiser
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Lothal
Hangar: 1x TIE Reign Bombers

Name: FIV Honour
Class: Empire-Class Light Cruiser
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: 1x TIE Reign Bombers

Name: FIV Sabre
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Blade
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Rapier
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Iago
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Duellist
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: Screening Iago
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Gladius
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Long Sword
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Iago
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Broadsword
Class: Dagger-II Escort Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Iago
EWAR Active
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Bombardier
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Catatrophe
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Ballista
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Mayhem
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Riot
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Doom
Class: Halberd-Class Artillery Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Storm
Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 65/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Chernoborg
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Eclipse
Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Blaze
Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Cyclone
Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Hurricane
Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: ANS Chernoborg
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Brute
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 88/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Instinct
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: ANS Chernoborg
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Feral
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Unrelenting
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 94/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Merciless
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Bombard
Class: Brawl-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: ANS Viscount
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Regal
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Monarch
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Loyalty
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Royalist
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Princess
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Prince
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Fortan's Wrath
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Regal Warfare
Class: Fortan II Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Callous
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Raze
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Stamina
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Stallion
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Scrambler
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Bronco
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Pursuit
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Chaser
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Ranger
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Gallant
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Brigadier
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Hero
Class: Charger Class Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: KR03
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Martyr
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Ossus' Folly
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Reprise
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Guerrilla
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Commando
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Chaser
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Glory
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Dragon
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Hussar
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Interceptor
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Wisdom
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Watchman
Class: Bolt-II Class Picket Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Gallant Rogue
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at:Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Disruption
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Overwatch
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Fighters
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Gunners Doom
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Ace
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Sorrow
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Cazadore
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Pride of Endor
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Repulse
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing At: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

Name: FIV Zabraki
Class: Mukhitar Anti-Starfighter Corvette
Shields: 100/100
Hull: 100/100
Firing at: Screening Inago
Hangar: None

5x TIE Reign Bombers Squadrons attacking Purity of Thunder
10x TIE Reign Bomber Squadrons attacking Putiy of Thunder
4x TIE Reign Bomber Squadrons attacking Purity of Thunder
4x TIE Reign Bomber Squadrons attacking AHD01
11x TIE Scimitar Bomber Squadrons attacking

19x TIE FO/III Squadrons attacking Inago
9x TIE FO/III Squadrons attacking fighters
8x TIE/M Squadrons attacking fighters
5x TIE HIN Squadrons attacking Inago
5x TIE Special Forces Squadrons attacking Drop Pods
2x TIE Crown Squadrons attacking Drop Pods

Itash Mecetti · Feb 5, 2018

Location: Lower City Residence
Objective: Reconnaissance
Contractor: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance
Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Allies In Vicinity: [member="Varas Kyrel"] \\ [member="Ara Zambrano"]
Equipment: His voice. His looks. His title. His name

The conversation with Tae had been sweet, short and to the point. Thank the Balance for that, she was incredibly dull and had to be taken in moderation. There is only so much you could hide with a pretty face in his experience. Then everything got karked. An evacuation procedure was put in place and things slowly started to shift into chaos.

Unexpected.

Equally unexpected was the appearance of a lovely lady to his side.

Lord Itash glanced her over, took in the accent and then made the calculation she was worthy of his time. Kuati, yes, indeed. "Oh, this would equally be avoided in Tapani space, I assure you, Lady..." Leaving that last bit hanging for her naturally to fill it with her name. He wondered if she knew Wyman or more importantly if Wyman knew her, he'd have to commit her face to memory.

One a name was given Itash extended his hand, palm upwards, for her to place hers in it. Bringing it gently to his lips, if allowed and brushing it slightly. The classical Tapani greeting.

"Lord Itash of House Mecetti. It's quite a pleasure." The attention of the Queen did not leave him. A glance to her showed him the smirk she had.

Why a smirk?

This was becoming problematic. They still had a job to do here and the Alliance's arrival was throwing a large wrench into it. They would have to move fast, because an opportunity like this didn't arrive every day.

Progflaw99 · Feb 5, 2018

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Varonat Naval Yards | Hangar A1059X

Outer Rim | Anoat Sector | Varonat

Allies:

The First Order | The Galactic Empire

[member="Racosidae"]

[member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Leskie Tomiet"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

[member="Shaydae Desmaris"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Enemies:

The Galactic Alliance

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Varex"] | Unknowns

The darkness consumed him, literally and figuratively as he remained seated. Sieger's thoughts were pushed outward, an imposing presence against the minds of his soldiers, his warriors, his servants. Each and every one would feel the Supreme Leader's presence, not only his presence but his indomitable will forced against their very conscious. With the arrival of enemy fleets in orbit his attention on the here and now faded into the background. Each fighter pilot, each gunnery officer the subject of his mental domination. Guiding their hands and will, Sieger impressed upon them a voracity unparalleled. For blood. For glory. For duty. Each one under the Supreme Leader's influence emboldened, reassured, guaranteed victory - whether or not their lives were forfeit in the process was but an afterthought. Driven as if the host of hell itself was at their heels they fought. The Alliance had finally been goaded into a response, a response they would regret.

Amidst the murky gray of existence, Sieger was made aware of a new presence. Nearby. One of his order, a woman by the name of Racosidae. Sieger at one point and time had known each and every one of his disciples, each knight and master beneath him - these days he knew many by name only, instead his attention drawn to the greater picture, his relationship with the very order he created suffering. Even still, he knew of the woman and that was enough. For now. As the woman approached, Sieger withdrew a fraction of his focus, enough to reanimate his still form. With a slow turn of the chair he came to face the woman as she stepped into the chamber. "Your promptness is appreciated." Slowly opening his eyes he laid sight on her, a piercing gaze boring into the woman's skull. Even now he could feel the subtle siphon, the ripple of her own she created amidst the Force. *Dangerous.* he'd even told himself. *But necessary.* The power contained within the woman, the very existence of such a woman was a weapon that could be used to great effect... if wielded properly. Still positioned on either side of the doors, Sieger's Praetorians stood. Silent sentinels, poised to strike at an instant should it be required. Such consideration wasn't a special circumstance of her arrival, their stance would have been the same had it been Sieger's mother herself.

"The Alliance has sent the Jedi. Can you feel them?" Sieger had largely ignored their presence, pinpointing their location near impossible, but he knew they were there. Something was different, in the atmosphere, in the air. It was like the lingering smell of garbage after it had been removed, the hint of sour from spoiled milk, the sharp aftertaste of a reheated cup of caf. It was unpleasant. A sneer creased the Supreme Leader's features, his crimson eyes glaring in the low light of the room. "Know that feeling, focus on it, dwell on it. The smell of it, the taste of it. So shall you know your prey." Wisened fingers gripped the edge of the seat as his heartbeat rose, the ember within flaring towards open flame. "I can feel the hunger within you - a ravenous beast. Control it, feed it, use it." His voice trailed, a disturbance pulling his mind from the darkened room. The First Order forces were far from faltering, but more focus was required. "Join me, tap into the power at your fingertips." With a subtle nudge, gentle whipids began to stretch towards the woman's mind, beckoning her into a conjoined consciousness with the Supreme Leader.

Leskie Tomiet · Feb 5, 2018

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Varonat spaceport[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The First Order | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unknown Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rook Andron"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Give me a map. My people will make our way to a shelter, we’ll take some of your more… ethnic members. We’re not of the Order, and they’re not human. Worry about the citizens first.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Vaire was speaking to her but his words caused the Ensign to blink in confusion. “Ethnic members?” She repeated with a furrowed brow as the meaning sank in. Just as she was starting to [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]like[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the man, he had to make an odd statement like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I’m... not sure you understand, Officer Vaire. Everyone who works with the authority within our space is a citizen of the First Order, regardless of race. I’d like to make sure everyone gets through this, human or Morodin,” she cast a glance over at the families taking shelter here, being ushered onwards by port staff. The Morodins were odd creatures, utterly alien in appearance but they were still alive. They were still living, breathing, thinking, feeling sentient beings. It might not be the case for everyone in the First Order, but to her, their lives meant just as much as any human here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He did, however, say something which made sense. She did have a post to get to, a Star Destroyer fully prepared for combat, one which would surely see action in the battle above. They needed her. Did this task truly take precedence over her post.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Okay,” Leskie nodded. “Okay.” However as she was prepared to instruct her Imperial guests on their destination, the comm on her ear crackled to life with the authorisation code reserved only for the highest level military staff. Even though the communication was a broad message, not a personal one, even though the man on the other side had no way of seeing her, Leskie stood upright at attention at the voice she recognised as [member="Asharad Graush"], the Supreme Commander hissed in her ear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Escord the… Imperials to the nearest shelter. The Naval Yard is too far of a distance to travel. Grand Admiral Cardan is otherwise preoccupied with the battle in orbit to inspect our guests.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ensign Tomiet gulped audibly as the Commander paused. His voice was cold, mechanical and it made her uneasy. The man had done many things to protect their nation, not all of them pleseant. Even through a com, Leskie could tell the Supreme Commander was not a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]nice[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] man. The thought of what may happen if she disobeyed such a direct command buried any thought of returning to her ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Do. Not. Lose. Sight. Of. Them.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With that the line was cut. The ensign, now slightly pale, made eye contact with the Stormtrooper, Desmaris, and nodded. They’d have both received the order. To make such an order on the account of new arrivals meant these Imperials were either suspicious or they were VIPs. She hoped it was the later.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Flight Officer, Vaire!” Ensign Tomiet stood straight once more, doing her best to sound authoritative. “You and your crew are to come with me to the nearest shelter until the enemy fleet is routed!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With that she turned to march with the crew outside the hanger doors and onto the Varonat streets, keeping her hand slightly closer to her sidearm as she did so.[/SIZE]

Kyrel Ren · Feb 6, 2018

Location: Varonat, Edgefields Lower City. Warehouse

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Asheda Tyr"], [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Enemies: Galactic Alliance

Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Zark's Second Lightsaber, Armor of the Enforcer, Gloria Blaster Pistol

Kyrel had seen the look that Decitus was giving him has his armored hand had retained a firm grip on Tyr's shoulder. She had heard the young woman's whining tone and had looked at him with a look that made him cringe. For a moment he decided to redirect himself from Decitus's gaze to look at Asheda releasing his grip as Decitus had asked of him. He spoke to Asheda the metallic tone of his mask hiding his expressions well although one couldn't help but sense irritation behind his words. "Do not do such things in my presence again Tyr." He had said knowing that he did not want much to do with the young agent and how she seemed eager to embarrass him in some way shape or form in front of an Overlord no less a superior to the Enforcer.

Speaking of the Overlord, Decitus had approached Kyrel in almost a business like a manner putting her meeting with the former King of Commenor on hold. Despite her young appearance to that of a child, Kyrel couldn't help but almost shudder at the power he could already feel from being in the same room as her. He was strong in his own right of course but even such power that he had wielded were starting to show physically on his body. Nonetheless, at times he was in awe of the Elder Ren. She asked in a business like a tone if his recruiting had gone well to which he only replied giving a nod of respect. "Aside from the usual example that needed to be made all is well.. Soon they shall be escorted to the transports that will take them to Skye. Our work here will soon be finished."

Although none could quite compare to his own Apprentice Varas who had more power that could perhaps go beyond him. He was not impressed with the batch of Force Sensitives they had acquired. Perhaps they would change his views but for now this was like any other mission. In the end it would be to serve the Supreme Leader, and for the Ren to grow even more powerful then it is, within the past few years they had made their mark on the Galaxy by emerging from the Unknown Regions following the downfall of the One Sith to see the Light Side cower and break before them.

Snapping him out of his musings were the distant and loud sounds of sirens going off in the distance, and in the same time, his Danger senses were triggered... He could feel it, the Jedi, the Alliance... They had finally decided to strike to which Kyrel could only help but try to hide a Predatory smirk that had tugged at his lips. Ignoring Asheda's remark he had spoken to no one in particular. "It seems the enemy has finally struck back at last... We must make sure the new Disciples are kept safe." He said believing them to be a priority.

Magnus Ren · Feb 6, 2018

ORBIT OF VARONAT

ABOARD THE FIV IMPERATOR

ALLIES [member="Robogeber"] SKULL SQUADRON

ENEMIES [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Once again it was time for the Executioner of Ren to find combat against the Galactic Alliance.

The last time had been in a nearby system, Anoat, on the FIV Kuragin, where he had seized control of the command deck, and then had proceeded to thwart an attempted sabotage of the vessel. Of course, his decision had been on the wrong infiltration team, and the Kuragin was lost, but it was merely a tool, a means to an end. The Force was the ultimate weapon in the Galaxy.

It was something that those in the military, like the droid commander Rausgeber had forgotten.

The Moff Council as well, and this government.

[member="Sieger Ren"] making himself more and more visible to the people of the Order would rectify that sentiment.

The Force was ultimate.

And we, the Ren, will remind them all.

Tightening the straps of the armour across his torso, the Knight of Ren looked about the corridor, as he heard his 'orders' sounding through the comm.

Charged with the defense of this vessel.

Units rerouted to the breached points.

Skull Squadron?

Just as he turned the corner of the hall, he spotted his team. His presence unsettled them, that much he could tell, as he secured the blacker than black hood over his head.

"With me," he ordered. Walking through their ranks, "Situation?"

"Hostiles in the cargo bay and sector four."

Magnus turned, heading in a different direction. It was a repeated tactic. Board an enemy vessel, there could only be so many places that one could sabotage, no matter the size of the vessel. Magnus had learned that much from his brief tenure as the head of Kuragin's operations. But this time he had a real, frontline Admiral dealing with the opposition in the void that was space. Magnus, the Executioner of Ren only had to focus on the protection and preventing the destruction of the Fleet Admiral's warship.

"They'll go for the Bridge." Even on Kuragin, the team that he had intercepted had been enroute to the Command Deck. They never learned, but they weren't Magnus' students. The only thing he could grant them were swift deaths. To further underline his point, he said nothing, but soon enough they followed along.

"We'll cut off the intruders in... One of the intersection hallways." Long corridors, but only so many bodies could move through at once. Certainty flooded him, he could do this.

I fight in service of the Supreme Leader.

In service to him, I grow stronger.

Zark San Tekka · Feb 6, 2018

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Symara Tarriq"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"] | [member="Kyle Ajahn"]

Enemies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]

Objective: At Light's Breach

Jungle Perimeter
First Order Naval Base // Varonat

Varex knew something had gone wrong before they had even landed. Through a hail of turbolaser and other anti-air fire, the Vaemath had caught a briefest glimpse of the nearest First Imperial city at the height of their reentry. It was some distance out from their target drop, but he could clearly see an organized trail of starships rising away on the planetary horizon. Alliance starships in orbit, and an evacuation already underway, something was off about their execution.

They had planned for this contingency, if the infiltration team had been somehow delayed or this Morodin 'Star Blossom' resistance movement had missed their initial contact point in Edgefields. The Inquisitor's pod was one of the fortunate many to land short of the Naval Base's still active defense screen, but some were not so lucky including a few pods carrying Jedi warriors. He had felt their deaths through his team's shared psychic connection, traumatic echoes of brave souls' psyches imprinting upon his memories, but he had trained his entire life to distance himself from such emotional complications.

Their landing was a rough one, and the Jedi Knight was forced to utilize the hydraulic motors in his power suit's sabatons to force their egress hatch open. Grateful Pathfinders began to pile out of their assault vehicle, before a jungle alive with blaster fire cut down the first ones out into the open. Holding out his arm to signal for the rest to wait, powerful hands gripped the pod's outer hull and propelled him up and out onto the jungle floor. The first few shots struck his suit's personal energy shield, before Varex activated his gauntlet's kyber emitters and set to work deflecting a hail of anti-personnel fire tracking in his direction.

His pod's other Jedi inhabitant quickly followed, and together both Shadows provided a bulwark for the remaining Pathfinders to pile out and break off into the surroundings where they could not be so easily picked off by First Imperial defenders. Varex was not a veteran military tactician, but even he knew enough to understand that this shield generator had to be their first priority. Before they could even begin to consider their true objective, the success of this occupation had to be ensured.

Nearby, the Inquisitor could sense [member="Aryn Teth"], and felt certain that his Supreme Commander had come to the same conclusion. Calling his fellow Shadows to him through the Force, he marched forwards towards the Naval Base. Any who stood in his way, the Knight would cut down without a second's hesitation or remorse.

Nuuc Lapt · Feb 6, 2018

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Symara Tarriq"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Kyle Ajahn"]

Enemies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]

Objective: Push through First Order defenses

The forest had erupted in blaster fire the moment they began to pour out of the dropship. Nuuc hurried for cover behind a wide tree, popping his head out around the side to unleash quick bursts of return fire at the defending troopers. His fellows had found cover of their own, as the thick woodland provided enough for everyone to find a tree and begin taking fire.

Well. Almost everyone. Sergeant Osure and her unit made it through unscathed, but Sergeant Nathan Simlit took a blaster bolt to the head the moment he stepped off the transport, his helmet doing nothing to cover his face. Nuuc didn't want to look at what was left, and it was almost a blessing that another of their men had taken a hit and fallen on top of Nathan's head, covering the mess.

Two others had been taken down, leaving them with twenty-one going forward. There were plenty more Alliance men than just his unit, but these deaths were ones that would hit him harder after the battle was over. Nuuc had served with them for years, fighting alongside them. Death was an expected thing in their line of work. They were not the first comrades that he would lose, nor would they be the last, but the time to grieve would come later. There was still a job that needed doing.

"Alpha squad, stay back and provide cover!" he shouted over the screeching of blaster fire ripping past them. "Beta squad, on me! We're pushing forward!"

"Copy that, Lieutenant," Osure acknowledged, her voice only barely raised even in the harsh environment they faced. "You heard him Alpha squad, twenties forward!"

The blaster fire from Osure's squad halted for only a moment as nearly two dozen dull thuds took their place. Though he couldn't see them, Nuuc knew what was coming next, and he held a hand up in the air for the watching eyes of his men.

Immediately after, explosions rocked the forest, and Nuuc's hand motioned forward as he slipped out from behind his tree, rifle held forward in a rock-steady grip as he hurried towards the incoming blaster fire. The trigger on his own rifle gave little resistance as he squeezed it, letting off a tight burst into the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosions of Alpha squad's grenades. Before long he and his squad reached a series of downed trees which provided significant cover as they were shortly after joined by Osure and her men and women.

"What now, Sir?" Osure asked as she reloaded her rifle's dual grenade launcher.

"Now we hold this position and provide covering fire for the rest of the assault," he replied, glancing over when he spotted a pair of lightsaber blades whirring about, blaster fire reflecting off the two of them. Nuuc considered for a moment utilizing his, but he would be of more use to the overall mission providing support here. "The more fire we put on the First Order the less they're able to put on us. Hold 'em back!"

He leaned up over the edge of his tree, pulling the forward trigger on his dual grenade launcher and sending explosives towards the First Order troopers before firing off a fully automatic burst.

Asharad Graush · Feb 6, 2018

OBJECTIVE CRUSH THE ALLIANCE OFFENSE / PROTECT THE SHIELD GENERATOR

ALLIES [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Racosidae"]

ENEMIES [member="Nuuc Lapt"] [member="Varex"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]

The Supreme Commander needn't worry about the defense of the Naval Base. Tens of thousands of stormtroopers protected the base, and the Alliance would need just as many, if not more to actually destroy the shield. If they continued dedicating forces to that task, they would eventually overwhelm his cousin and the defense teams already in place. Yet, there was an appeal to shuffling the troopers along the wall to pick off the Alliance forces as they resumed a frontal assault on a walled base. Even without the shields, there yet remained dozens of weapons emplacements that could tear apart Alliance forces.

As if to emphasize his point, a heavy whirr sounded behind him, and in the direction of the generator, and his cousin, a tree was shot to pieces as an explosion rocked the ground.

"Let's move." The contingent of troopers with him assuming attention as they began their journey from the walls to the generator.

Another opportunity for simple minded cousin to make an attempt.

Lightsabre snapped into his palm as he ran along the length of the wall, closing in on the shield generator.

Untouchable on the battlefield and off it. Any move he makes will result in his immediate death.

The crimson blade came to life as a leap brought him into the treeline, force aided, he joined the battle in the form of an alliance squad moving in the same direction as him.

Cavris Lyran · Feb 6, 2018

Location: Varonat, Lower City
Allies: FO, [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] |
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Objective: Ensure everyone is calm and safe

Cavris heard the Governor mention that the Alliance had attacked the planet. His blood boiled at the thought of those war mongering fools attempting to hurt the Order's plans for security and order. Moving around, he could feel the eyes of the rich staring at him. He was now a reminder of authority and the familiar face of the First Order. Fear was high among them, but he knew that if he kept them calm then there would be nothing to worry about. Last thing they wanted was a riot, he would be ruthless in taking anyone rioting down. Though it would be stunning them, it would be some action to enjoy in Cavris's mind. He gestured to everyone to leave the party.

"Please remain calm, the First Order has everything under control. The Alliance will not succeed in their desperate attack against us." Cavris spoke with an unwavering certainty that was burrowed into his mind by his parents. There was no guarantee when it came to war but Cavris was certain that the First Order would succeed. They had the Supreme Leader on their side, they had the will and determination to secure the Galaxy from conflict. Their beliefs would ensure their success. He was certain of it.

He stood tall, guiding the rich to their luxury chambers and safety bunkers. It was sickening to see the wealth divide in front of him but the wealthy paid for their weapons and machines against the Alliance and their allies. One day perhaps they would not be needed. Then he hoped the Supreme Leader executed them all. His eyes vigilant on the party for supporters or Alliance sympathisers.

Zef Halo · Feb 6, 2018

Location: Varonat Naval Base

Objective: Lead counterintelligence efforts and defend the base

Allies: First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Racosidae"], indirectly - [member="Madelyn Lowe"]

Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Varex"], [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Aryn Teth"]

Soldiers took positions at a hastened pace around various different defensive emplacements around the shield generator. This was a strategic point, it would be per standard heavily fortified and well defended in the case of an emergency such as an assault by hostile targets.

Just like today.

Maneuvers to set up positions of tactical advantage around the shield generators were the initial protocols upon the sounding of an assault siren. Then came the walls and the rest of the base. 6th fleet had done well or so Therran assumed. Their battle readiness ensured an extended window of time for the defensive contingent to take up their defensive positions.

But all thoughts were waved away upon the sight of his cousin. A grimace formed on his face as he observed the formidable sibling's arrival. Beacons of the light side dotted his mind and he realized that Jedi would most likely spearhead this assault, as per usual Alliance tradition.

Is he underestimating me?

The thought made him fume but on his face none of that anger was evident.

Therran gave him a nod of acknowledgment then turned to where his senses signaled the arrival of light sided force users. He did not have much to say to his cousin.

Would this be a new opportunity for the younger sibling to strike?

LT-137 · Feb 6, 2018

First Order Naval Yards // Ison Corridor // Varonat.

The Golden Company, Fourth and Seventh Legion's. Contractually bound to the First Order.
Objective: Defend the Naval Yards.
Equipment: See Codex NPC Submission.
Complement: Forty Sun Guards, and Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transports.

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, The New Jedi Order, [member="Varex"], [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Aryn Teth"]

Allies: The First Order, [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Racosidae"], [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Madelyn Lowe"] (Indirectly.)

If he could’ve lived for a thousand years, not once would the Thyrsian lose interest in the blade he held before him. The ritual knife was ornate, carved from knapped obsidian and it’s handle; wrapped in tightly wound golden twine. Its surface seemed to drink in the light of Varonat’s star, exuding nothing more than an ethereal gloss whenever he twisted the hilt about in his grip. While a majority of the blade was fashioned to be simple, a single crimson gem glittered atop the blade’s pommel - engraved with the symbol of the unblinking eye. This knife, like the others that had been fashioned, was used in the blooding ritual when a worthy initiate had proven himself in battle and earned the respect of his peers. Running his dark, hooded eyes over the weapon once more, Khonsu turned his gaze to the mercenary kneeling before him. With his commanders absent, fighting elsewhere in the galaxy, the rites of initiation had fallen to him to perform.

“Under the light of an alien sun,” Khonsu began, pressing the pointed tip of the obsidian blade into the man’s bare chest. “Under the gaze of those you will call brothers,” The mercenary before his Tribune began gritting his teeth, as the knapped stone began sliding through his taut, pearlescent flesh, marking him as one of the Blooded. Thick rivulets of crimson poured down the man’s chiselled frame, as the sharpened edges of the stone carved out a symbol - one that matched the unblinking eye engraved on the pommel of the blade. “I bequeath this mark onto you. Your compact with the Golden Company. With it, those who serve our outfit will know that you are kin. With it, your life has gained newfound purpose amongst the stars. Betray it, and your life is forfeit.”

With his hand, and the knife thereafter soaked in the blood of their newly ordained brother, Khonsu bid the man rise. “I know your pain, Brother. We all do. Once you’ve adorned yourself in the armour, the underlay will work towards healing the wound. It’ll sting, but that’s to be expected.” As the Sun Guard rose to his feet, an inquisitive hand drifted towards his chest, and the ceaseless river that poured forth. “Obsidian always cuts the deepest,” The Tribune mentioned, as he saw the question forming in the man’s eyes. “That’s why we encourage you to adorn yourself in armour after the ritual is complete. We use it not only for its ritual significance throughout the ages but also because it leaves a lasting reminder of the oaths you have made.”

“Will it scar?” The Mercenary asked as he turned away to paw at his undersuit.

“Undoubtedly,” Khonsu replied, sliding the ritual knife back into the armoured sheath. “And it would take a fortune’s worth of bacta to remove it, especially now that Thyferra burns. Kolto will not do much other than replenish the flesh around the scabbing, so you’ll be stuck with that brand until we find a new miracle healing agent.” This brought a smile to the Tribune’s face, as he thought of one - who had tried to escape the brotherhood through similar and devious trickery before. “So, stay true to the Golden Company, and you won’t have to worry about the consequences.”

The newly ordained Sun Guard scoffed. “You pay too well for me to look for work elsewhere. Who gives a damn if I have a new tattoo if the credits keep coming?”

As the words had left the Stellar Legionnaires lips, Khonsu’s communicator began chirping. “Speaking of credits,” The man mentioned as he withdrew the device from his belt, and held it before him. With a flick of his thumb, the small communicator thrummed to life, and a holographic figure materialized atop the projector pad. When the connection established, her hands immediately went to cover her eyes, and the sounds of surprise echoed across the encrypted line. “Dammit, Khonsu,” She shouted, nearly breaking the characteristic calm that came with the expected Imperial principles. “Put on a shirt or something.”

“Your call came at the most inopportune time, Imperial. I was performing one of my outfit’s rituals, and sadly, I am too far away from any coverings. Besides, we Thyrsian’s take pride in our bodies. It is our way, perhaps,” Khonsu halted his train of thought before it had run its course. There was no need to adopt the visage of a snake-charmer, as the woman before him had come with a job - who wouldn’t have bothered contacting him in the first place. “Nevermind that, I take it you’ve got another job for us?”

“Indeed, I do.” She said as she tried to avert her gaze from the sweat-kissed torso and shaven scalp that engrossed the entirety of the transmission. “Our long-range sensors have noted a build-up of Alliance activity in the nearby sectors, which leads Central Command into believing that they’ll make a move into the Anoat Sector, again, and attempt to cripple our production facilities. So, I’ve been authorized to transfer your standard contract rate, with additional fees, into your account - and that of your compatriots. When they make their move, I want you and your men to intercept them and assist our forces in the Sector. They will break themselves on our anvil and know that their offensive is foolhardy. Take no prisoners this time. Wipe them out, all of them.”

“It’s a pleasure to serve the First Order,” Khonsu uttered, with a thin-lipped and serpentine smile.

“I would also like to mention that the bounty we’ve placed on Admiral Thuku is still active.” The Tribune’s eyes rolled as that name once again had come to mind, bringing forth the shameful memories of his fighting withdrawal. His blood slowly began to boil, as the Imperial Handler spoke of their bounty, and how the Golden Company was suited to such… unpleasant methods of warfare. “While Central Command doesn’t consider her as a valid threat to our flotillas, it seems only fitting that we outsource her elimination to talented mercenaries, like yourself. If you have the chance and re-encounter the Excubitor, I’d highly recommend taking it. The bounty will only be active for so long, before we allocate the credits elsewhere.”

The Thyrsian nodded. “Of course. One way or another, I will bring you Thuku’s head on a silvered platter. Until then, I’ll have your technicians patch me into the Order’s battlenet, and go where I’m needed. Khonsu, out.”

Terminating the transmission with a flick of his wrist, the Sun Guard replaced the communicator on his belt and began readying himself for battle. The assembled mercenaries followed their commander’s lead, adorning their muscular frames in the golden power armour, and sealed themselves within their shimmering tombs as they twisted their helmets into place. As the Golden Company was finalizing the preparations for departure; slamming fresh cartridges of ferromagnetic quarrels into their gauss rifles, the warning klaxons of the Naval Yard began to wail. The Alliance had come, and Khonsu couldn’t help but chuckle at how convenient this was.

“Easy credits.” He murmured.

As the protective shield had encapsulated the entirety of the Naval Yard, a curse slipped through Khonsu’s lips. While they would be able to slide through unmolested, it was the hellish storm that awaited them beyond the protective barrier that had given him pause. The skies of Varonat were alight with the dozens of defence cannons stitching the distant horizon with hundreds of plasmatic bolts, seeking to intercept the incoming horde of missiles and subsequent drop pods that would attempt to lay waste to the surface installation. Though their pilot was gifted, and their vessel was highly maneuverable, to try such a suicidal run towards the stratosphere would mean that they risked being blown up by their allied emplacements, or catching the wrong end of an incoming enemy missile.

Accordingly, the Golden Company had found itself on defence duties, aiding the thirty-thousand Stormtroopers that populated the Naval Yards, in pushing back the meagre Alliance offensive.

That wasn’t even considering, the extensive planetary defence force that had doubtlessly been marshalled into active duty. Varonat was, for all extents and purposes, a fortress world, and the Alliance sought to break them with nothing more than specialized drop pods and munitions? Had the Golden Tribune been an officer, instead of an employed mercenary, such actions would’ve been an insult. Instead, Khonsu kept his thoughts fixated on how quickly this first strike would be repulsed, and allowed himself to indulge in the tantalizing notion of finally engaging a so-called Jedi in honourable combat.

“We’re coming in on the Shield generator,” The pilot’s voice echoed across their encrypted comms, drained of all emotion by the monotonous static of connection. “Ready yourselves for the drop!”

Clearing his mind of what was to come, and tightening his grip on the overhead strapping, Khonsu waited in silence. He blotted out the sounds of the patched communications and focused - narrowing his world to a point. Everything else, from the distant explosions against the First Order’s perimeter, to the reports of dropships making their way towards the Naval Yard through the jungle, became meaningless. Only the moment, when the interior and overhanging lights of his dropship flooded the compartment with crimson mattered. That meant they were close, and his world would soon erupt into a kaleidoscope of migraine colours, and deafening sound; enough to drown one’s self in the ebbs and flow of battle. At this moment, the calm tranquillity that preceded the chaos of war, the Golden Tribune ran a quick systems check and ensured that everything was optimal. His fingers tightened once more, as the pilot’s voice echoed within his winged helmet, nearly triggering the vast array of weapons that mounted his vambraces.

“Deployment doors retracting.” The monotonous voice announced as the interior floodlights shifted into a verdant hue. “The light is green!”

With his world narrowed, Khonsu acted on instinct. He rushed forward, allowing his powered armour to carry him forth from the deployment deck, and bounded into the weightlessness of Varonat’s atmosphere. “On the bounce!” He cried, as his armoured form rocketed towards the distant surface. The others followed after him, bounding out from the interior of the dropship and allowing themselves to be embraced by the planet’s gravity. As they neared the First Order’s defensive line, the very one that encircled the shield generator, Khonsu ordered that his men activate their suit’s repulsorlifts, which denied the world of its newfound bounty and permitted the heavily armed Sun Guard’s to safely touchdown on the installation’s artificial ground.

Thus, as the wave of dust as thrown up into the air, the Sun Guard’s began moving into their positions and thumbing the activation switch on their mobility shields. Now encapsulated in a portable deflector screen, they levelled their gauss rifles and took their places near their Imperial Paymasters. While the Golden Company lived, the shield generator would remain tall, denying the Alliance the bombardment they desperately needed to win the day.

Taeli Raaf · Feb 6, 2018

Location: Lower City Residence
Objective: Mingle with society
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies in the future: [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Madelyn Lowe"] [member="Cavris Lyran"]

Equipment: A stylish dress, a comlink, her wits, and the Force

"Danu," she answered, allowing him the pleasure of accepting her hand and kissing it. "Ellaria Danu. It is a pleasure to meet someone of equal pedigree here, Lord Mecetti."

She could commit his name and face to memory as well. The Tapani sector was in GA space after all, and a Tapani nobleman being here meant one of three things. There were FO leanings among the nobility that would need to be addressed... he was spying for the Tapani for their own ends by working with the First Order... or he was a mercenary. The calloused hands she felt definitely indicated he was not afraid of doing work himself. And the hairs on the back her neck were prickling, as though someone was watching her. She didn't need to guess who it was. An encounter such as theirs on Bespin would... leave a lasting impression.

The First Order troopers were starting to escort guests to either panic rooms, or their chambers here, but there were a great deal of them and it would take time.

"My apologies though," she said, giving him a dazzling smile. "I wish I could speak longer with a fellow, but I feel the Queen of Panatha staring at us and she would seem to want my attention. If you'll excuse me."

She gave him a small bow of her head, and slowly made her way through the crowd to where Ara Zambrano was standing. A window to their left showed a view of the city beyond, but even in the distance and in the sky, it was clear the battle had begun. She didn't exchange a word with the Master of Ren yet, simply taking a sip of her water.

"I confess some pleasure in seeing you survived your injuries from Bespin," she said in way of a greeting. "And I suppose congratulations are in order for your new role. Queen of Panatha, such a high honor for you."

Samka Derith · Feb 6, 2018

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Edgefields Lower City[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The First Order | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Tiland Kortun"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The… usual example?” Samka rose a single brow at Kyrel. “I do hope you didn’t traumatise the poor creatures too much, Kyrel. We don’t need to recruits with a thousand yard stare.” The chiding she gave the man was only light, he hadn’t done anything wrong per say, a harsh hand may nurture as well as a gentle one, it was simply how their methods differed. Samka didn’t shy from brutality, if it worked, she’d happy accept it. She’d just seen one too many times the method backfired.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her gaze flickered towards Veiere as well, hoping the man hadn’t overheard. Samka wasn’t sure where he stood on these issues anymore, to play it safe, she’d rather not advertise the darker activities they were up to while around the former Jedi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]All these concerns became secondary once the warning sirens began to blare. Veiere left to investigate as Kyrel spoke to her, making mention of evacuating their batch of recruits.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I’ll see you later,” Samka muttered a sarcastic comment beneath her breath on Veiere’s departure. It was playful, not biting, she knew the man wouldn’t have gone far but still the girl couldn’t resist a small jab.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hold that thought, Kyrel,” Samka’s mind drawing up fresh schemes. “I have… an alternative idea. Call it trial by fire,” a devious smile lighting up the young woman’s face. Placing both hands upon each of Kyrel’s shoulders, the small Ren lifted herself onto her toes to hiss in the man’s ear. “Let us see how well they fight.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A grin half mischievous, half sinister crept onto her face as she lowered herself back to the floor. “We should do our best to not let them all die but we couldn’t have asked for better orientation! We’ll see who is weak and who is strong, who is brave and who is not! What do you say, Kyrel? Your opinion is valued after all.”[/SIZE]

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