Two for Flinching

[Tekkio]

Location: Beaches of Kashyyyk
Allies: [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] TSE
Enemies: TSJ

The command center set up was quick. Officer gathered around. "The General's forces are further on the shore, fleet are engaged in the enemy. In every aspect, this battle has fully developed." The Commander said. "High command is present here, and we've ordered to send troops into the forest. With the loss of a couple of dropships, we have to the Navy's ground forces." Some of the officers looked at each other. One looked at Tekkio. "Send the Surveillance Corps." He suggested. The Commander scrunched his eyes as if to think it be ridiculous. He picked up a datapad and then said, "They are assigned with special forces." He thought for a moment. "Very well. The added bonus of sight inside the forest might help." The commander said. "Tell Captain Ro to move out as soon as he can." Tekkio saluted and grabbed a datapad to jog off.

Captain Ro had just finished setting up the defense detail. They was guarding the EVAC site. The Kushiban ran up to him and handed him the datapad. "New orders from the Commander." The Captain took it, rubbed his forehead, looked at his Petty officers and said, "Change of plans. Tell everyone to reform." The Officers, who had just returned, jogged away once again. He turned to Tekkio. "I'll organize the others. You and the Surveillance team will be in front as scouts."

Most of the troops regrouped near the forest tree-line. Tekkio ran up to the troops. The Chief PO kneeled down to speak with the Kushiban lieutenant. "The squad is ready to move." He said. Tekkio looked into the forest. This was the first time he seen war like this. He always fought to save his kind against Xinkra and mutants. Fighting with the empire against their enemies on his oath to return the favor, Tekkio started walking. He had not seen a forest so big. He had heard of the wookies. To him, he imagined them like Xinkra.

"Move out!" The Chief said. The squad of 13 or 14 troops followed the small lieutenant into the underbrush. Tekkio wore a black uniform, which was harder to spot than those in dim-white uniforms behind him. The survey team had two options, they could catch and link up with the General's forces or scout around and make their way straight onto the goal. The Temple of the Jedi. Tekkio, leading the group, would worry about that later, his mind was on the forest for now.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Heading toward armory, Ranger Base, Kashyyyk
Allies: SJO, Lupewaurreg, Jost Cal Dayne
Enemies: TSE
Engaging: Nobody currently

“A…a…ar….are we there…y…yet?” The breathless voice of Jost Cal Dayne called out, in between bouts of coughing and wheezing.

“Not yet,” Beltran replied, for what felt like the seventeenth time since the group had left the cantina.

Despite the whining coming from the back, three beings had barely been jogging across the base for three minutes. It had become clear almost from the beginning that the overweight Corellian was having serious difficulties. Beltran continued to resist the urge to speed up and leave the man and the Wookiee to their own devices.

It wasn’t sentimentality that kept Beltran from abandoning his charges, nor was it even a sense of responsibility for their wellbeing. It was the fact that Beltran still had several items stowed away on board Lupewaurreg’s ship. Items that he would need to collect once the battle that was shaping up before them had completed.

That being said, the fact that it had taken the group this long to traverse what Beltran should have been able to cover in a good thirty second sprint was beginning to take a toll on the Lorrdian’s already precarious mood.

“W…why do we n…need to…..do t..this again?”

“We are under attack,” Beltran explained, talking as if to a child despite the fact that Cal Dayne was probably ten years older than him. “In order for us to kill those attacking us, I am going to need weapons. To get weapons, I need to go to the armory. Which is where we are going now.”

Waurr let out a deep growl as Beltran spoke. The Lorrdian wasn’t sure if the Wookiee was scolding him for talking down to Jost, or scolding Jost for wasting more time asking obvious questions. In truth, he didn’t particularly care, so he didn’t bother to ask.

As they neared one of the many armory stations located on the military base, Beltran could see a flurry of activity surrounding the building.

Several anti-grav speeders were whipping around the front of it, each carrying dozens of freshly armed Antarian Rangers.

At about this time, the base’s PA system beeped and a female voice came on. Her tone was tight, and Beltran thought he could sense more than a little fear behind it. Still, she kept it to the point, explaining the situation and wishing the defenders luck in what was surely to be a difficult fight.

When, a few moments later, the three of them finally made it to the armory, Beltran motioned for Waurr and Cal Dayne to stay outside. “I’ll go get kitted up, find out where I’m supposed to be and then we’ll figure out something for the two of you.” He told them, before dashing inside.

As he’d suspected, the inside of the building held even more pandemonium than the flurry of activity outside indicated. Soldiers from a dozen different units were arming themselves with various weapons and kitting themselves up with whatever armor remained. The Lorrdian doubted that there would be enough time for him to put on a full suit of Katarn armor, so instead he opted for a flak vest and combat harness. In addition to the “Flash 4” Blaster Pistol he already carried on his hip, he added a Ranger SMG as well as a KG-1B Neutral Particle Rifle, which he preferred over the Ranger Assault Ripper many of his comrades liked to use.

He also forwent his usual sniper rifle, mostly because this armory post had run out of them and instead opted for additional thermal detonators and a number of nasty looking vibro-blades. Beltran got the distinct feeling that this was going to a face-to-face type of affair anyway.

On his way back out, the Lorrdian grabbed an encrypted comlink headset and fit it over his ears. Keying into the main operational channel used by Colonel Calderon and the Radama Raiders, he spoke succinctly. “This is Specialist Rarr. I’m currently outside armory post 3-6 with two civilians in tow. In need of transportation and orders, please advise.”

Once outside the building, Beltran approached Waurr and Cal Dayne. The Corellian was doubled over, still trying to catch his breath. Though Waurr kept quiet, Beltran could sense the uneasiness that was growing in the Wookiee. Another being might have tried to comfort the two, but Beltran simply waited to hear back from command.

Death was his game, not comfort.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu, somewhere in the Kashyyyk System
Objective: Set up
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"]? | TBA
Enemies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Zahori Denko"]

“...and more enemy forces are approaching Kashyyyk on this vector, setting up what looks to be a slugfest...”

Gir kept his hands clasped behind his back as his executive officer continued to brief the assembled command staffs and squadron leaders about their foes. Despite appearances, Gir's mind was far from Captain Ryundai's words. Instead, his attention was raptly focused on the massive holo-projector behind the other man, where a pair of Sith Empire fleets were aiming to pierce through the defenses to attack Kashyyyk itself. That wasn't terribly surprising in and of itself. Housing the Silver Rest, headquarters of the Silver Jedi, made it a strategic target for half a dozen enemy factions. Even without the Silver Rest, the famous forest world seemed to invite attacks. In the last dozen years, the world had been invaded or attacked the same number of times. Gir himself had present for over a quarter of those attacks. He vaguely noticed Ryundai's slowing verbal pace, a sure sign that his section of the briefing was almost over. The blonde man straightened up and stepped out of the ranks towards the holo-projector. He briefly his eyes across from assembled peoples to ensure that he had their attention.

“As Captain Ryundai mentioned, another force has been detailed to deal with the fleet centered around the Invictus-class Battlecruisers. We have been assigned to face this battlegroup here...”

At that note, the holo-projector zoomed in to focus on the modified Pluton-class Battleship. He briefly met some of their eyes.

“...as many of you know, these ships appear to be of similar make as those that we faced earlier. They may even be the same ships, led by the same commander. We do not know yet for sure. But unlike then, we will be going on the offensive...”

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Minutes later, Vanessa Vantai would like notice the arrival of twenty light corvettes from lightspeed off her port flank, running parallel to their formation and just within long-range weapons fire. The corvettes began to fire out massed slugs, plasma energy torpedoes, and Firelance Torpedoes at the Wasp. A little bit less than alight year way, the Soresu and the other heavy combatants of Task Force Justice prepared for battle.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Carriers and sole heavy cruiser prepare for battle
-Twenty light corvettes appear on port flank, running parallel and with Vantai's formation, and just within long-range weapons fire.
-All twenty ight corvettes fire mass driver cannons, plasma energy torpedoes, and Firelance Torpedoes at Wasp.

Task Force Justice

Spoiler

Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu
Union II-class Assault Carrier Salen Toth
Union II-class Assault Carrier Rojo Trace
Union II-class Assault Carrier Laotah
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Black Sword
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue One
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Two
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Three
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Four
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Five
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Six
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Seven
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Eight
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Nine
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Ten
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red One
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Two
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Three
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Four
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Five
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Six
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Seven
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Eight
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Nine
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Ten

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Location: Kashyyyk atmo
Allies: SJ [member="Jared Starchaser"]
Enemies: SE [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

"We caught the enemy MAAC/iv off-guard, company is fast approaching, pull up, Hotelier!" Wallpaper reported while three enemy fighters were inbound towards their position.

"What about we fire from underneath them?" Varindar asked, while pulling up, and debris were flying close to her position.

"We're still out of range of the enemy flight. Plus VFR refers to high-visibility situations in an atmospherical context"

Varindar did, in fact, score a mobility kill on a MAAC/iv with a well-placed proton rocket; however, her craft lurched amid a cloud of smoke while the mobility-killed MAAC/iv crashed upon the waters near the beach, before gaining altitude while attempting to use the nearby foliage as cover to climb, with a few branches hitting her craft and draining her particle shields in the process. Here, because the contacts were much smaller, she switched ordnance to proton torpedoes, flying straight up, well, as straight as she could climb with her discomfort while hoping for the best. As they closed in on the enemy trio of fighters, the enemy attempts to fight her head-on, forcing it to dive, mistakenly believing the Jedi and fired guns at her craft, trying to aim for her windshield. But all they accomplished was to cause a few near-misses. Until she could acquire a radar lock on the enemy fighter, at which point she pressed the red button, and the torpedo was launched, and, after launch, she tried to level off, with a fraction of a second to spare before colliding, which, in the end, was a near-miss. But as she leveled off, one of the other fighters changed course to attack her from the side, firing guns.

"I'm hit! My ray shields are down!" Varindar shouted on the comms, after another opposing pilot landed a hit on her craft, making her ray shields down.

"You can't always use ordnance to fight enemy craft! At some point you may find yourself with a craft laden with proton bombs, what will you do then?" Wallpaper scolded while attempting to dodge the enemy fighters as he fired guns at another fighter.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Surface; Near Matsu
Allies: Mah Sith Homies, [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi and Co.
Objective: Money

If someone asked Lok whose side he'd choose, he'd answer in a heartbeat the Sith.

He had a fondness and likeness to that Order. He didn't know why but they, for the most part, people who just didn't give a feth about anything and did what they pleased to do. That was his kind of party. Now he wasn't stupid or ignorant of what they've done and what they were capable of, even to their own allies, but that was a risk he was willing to take. Besides they knew how to compensate for the help of their allies and it was extremely more handsome than any other faction willing to pay.

Kashyyyk meant nothing to him. Just a planet full of Wookies and big trees. The only interest in it was riches from the Sith Empire should everything go smooth and swell. Which it should...hopefully.

In his time he only knew two Sith out of its Order: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Darth Carnifex"]. The latter because of his adoptive father's ties with the Epicanthix and Lok agreeing to marry one of the Dark Lord's many daughters for political reasons. The former because of his friendship with the Sith Lady's son and the two sharing a bond over terminating a cartel faction. However, he'd choose Matsu over any other Sith.

Arriving on the surface of Kashyyyk, the Outlaw would move towards the Sith Lady in a quick manner. Unlike her, he was armed to the teeth with his armor, firearms, and whatever explosives he had with him.

"So you gonna make some Wookie zombies, mah," he said to her with an accent over the last word as he would refer to her his adoptive mom.

It would be wicked to see some hairy humanoids turned into ravaging monsters.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Silver Rest
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Objective: Protect Silver Rest

His green blade snapped and hissed through the air as it parried another blow from his opponent. The smell of ozone was heavy in the air, with the amount of lightsabers activated and swinging around in the enclosed room. It felt good, to study the Jedi arts once again. For far too long, Cassius Droma had been leading Jade Squadron on mission after mission, as well as training new pilots. He feared that his skills in the Force and lightsaber combat were getting lucky, so he was seeking out a new master. The last time he’d practiced this much was on the rainy world of Eadu with Romi Jade. That seemed so long ago…

He pushed his opponent back, following up with a clean sweep to their left bicep. The saber singed the sleeve of the Padawan he was fighting, and Cassius paused for a moment to make sure he hadn’t done any permanent damage. Luckily, his saber was on its default non-lethal mode, so he hadn’t cleaved them in two.

Just as he was ready to reengage, he suddenly short of breath. His chest tightened – a heaviness formed in the pit of his stomach. A tremor, a massive disturbance in the Force. His lightsaber deactivated with a hiss. He looked to his master, Jyoti, as the air sirens began to blare. The Silver Rest was under attack. He almost ran out of the room to head to the hangar bay on instinct, but remembered that the rest of Jade Squadron was out on a training mission in the Outer Rim. Not to mention that both of his ships, his A-wing and his YT-1000, the Stardust Melody, were both being worked on and apparently weren’t air worthy.

What impeccable timing.

In a way, this was a good thing. He’d never hone his finer skills as a Jedi if he sat in a cockpit for most of his life. He had to get down in the trenches and fight with his lightsaber rather than with twin laser cannons. Hooking the hilt of his saber to his belt, he stepped over to the center of the room where Jyoti, Valae, and the others were.

“I’m grounded for now,” Cassius said, hands casually on his hips. “So I’m yours for the time being.”

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Zavii"] | [member="Charlie"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Planet: Kashyyk​

Location: Antarian Ranger Base - 'War Room'​

Current Objective: Assess the situation,​

Deploy base forces as needed​

Assets: First Ranger Special Tactics Unit, ​

Third Antarian Ranger Infantry,​

Sixth Fighter Squadron.​

Weather: Clear.​

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"Commander Smoak! We've got activity at Dunkirk Beach! Sith forces have deployed ground forces on the shores!"

Jayce suddenly took his eyes away from the monitor that stared up at the sky battle above their mountain fortress, moving to the middle of the room where a table rested.

"Show me the beach." He stated quickly, placing his hands on the table before him just as a projection of the walkers and Sith forces came to life.

To Commander Smoak's surprise, the enemy forces on the shores were already being engaged by artillery, aircraft, and allied rangers from behind the treelines that met the sandy shores. This, a surprise as it was, was a pleasant one at that, this would give the commander more time to mobilize the base's forces and to sure up any weak areas around the temple.

"What forces are currently at Dunkirk?"

"Commander Med-Beq's forces sir."

"Good." Smoak huffed as he walked around the projections of the walkers, blinking at the view of the beach. "Move the elements of the Third' to Dunkirk, have Colonel Calderon's unit fly in and reach the shoreline before the Infantry can get there. With a combat-officer in the field we'll be better able to assess the situation."

"Commander!" Another urgent voice of a ranger officer brought Smoak's attention away from the fight infront of him, the officer approaching him with a data pad of an airstrips' layout.

"I think I've found your extra air support, Sixth fighter squadron is the only group not currently occupied in the skies. They're awaiting orders, sir."

"Mobilize the squadron to provide escort for the vehicles and transports moving to the beach. Also, put in a call to the temple. We need to be sure that the Grandmaster and her party are safe. See if they require any more manpower."

Location: Antarian Ranger Base - Air Strip​

Objective: Secure 'Dunkirk' beach​

Allies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]|[member="Jake Daniels"] ​

[member="Kei Amadis"]|[member="Roona Osmari"]|[member="Beltran Rarr"]​

Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]|[member="Tekkio"]​

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"Sith scum on our doorstep? They brought the fun to us." Specialist Jiho' Osteen spoke up, sliding his woodland camouflaged helmet over his head. The new addition to the Ranger special tactics team, dubbed the 'radama raiders,' was quite eager for a fight.

"They sure did Jiho, and now you're going to get see just how scary a Sith really is." Lieutenant Harris's vo-coded voice came up as the man came into view on the airstrip, clad in his Katarn combat armor as every ranger moving to the front would be. The LT grasped the specialist's shoulder plate as he said this, a smirk behind his blue visor as he walked away from the rookie. The specialist stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend why a special forces operator would suddenly state how 'scary' their enemies are. In truth, Harris simply found enjoyment in the age-old tradition of hazing new unit members, and in their tight-knit platoon it was the best thing to do to keep spirits high, even when their capital world is at risk.

The lieutenant walked past several other katarn-wearing rangers, all with 'decorated' plates that featured crude drawings, kill counts, and their infamous Raider-design carved into different areas of the plating. Each ranger on base carrying ysalamir sealed in a nutrient frame on the back of their armor and kits, giving them a little bit of protection against any Sith force users.

Harris would come about where an armored-clad Valkren stood, discussing mission details with the co-pilot of their transport.

Valkren turned just in time to spot Harris approach, the pair unable to see each others facial expressions due to their blue visors that covered their faces, but they could communicate clearly due to the communications equipment in their helmet and suit.

"Sith ground forces finally showed their faces. We've got walkers and soldiers at Dunkirk beach." Valkren spoke as the two made their way around the dropship once more, looking off at a group of oncoming Raiders carrying several containers of weaponry.

"So what, we drop right on top of the walkers then, right?" The raider's XO exclaimed this while keeping up with the colonel, hoping for another quick-insertion operation obviously, the much elder officer of the group surely not losing any fire in his young soul.

"Not yet." Valkren shot down his eager XO's mission idea, although it wasn't something they hadn't done before. The young colonel grasped one of the weapon crates, helping his fellow comrades lift the equipment into their transport.

"We go ahead of the Third infantry and meet our forces at the treelines, asses the situation, and keep the Sith from advancing up the beach and to the temple."

Calderon clambered up onto the vehicle as the thrusters roared to life, helping his XO and other teammates onboard, then looking up to make sure the ship across from them carrying the remaining members of his team was preparing for take off as well. Around them a collection of four KF-02 'Talons' from the Sixth fighter squadron hovered into the air after them, providing escort as they leapt ahead of the Raider's air transport.

As they took off, Valkren could hear the words of Specialist [member="Beltran Rarr"] come through the long-range communications. This came with some confusion, knowing all too well that the specialist's main unit he reports to was not in rotation at the base at this moment.

"Specialist Rarr, it's Calderon. Combat-ready rangers are currently being transported with the Third infantry to Dunkirk beach. Catch a juggernaut to the frontline, if you think you're ready for some real soldiering." Valkren cut the communication, knowing all too well the probability of seeing the specialist on the battlefield, he'd lean out the open LAAT gunship to glance over the mountain fortress that looked over the Jedi temple, his eyes moving to one of the entrances to the ranger base, where a steady stream of Juggernauts, Skyfall-ground-vehicles, Bengal battle tanks, and 'Sabertooth' artillery platforms were all mobilizing from within the base. Valkren and the tactical officers within the base both knew that as long as Med-Beq's forces on the shoreline could hold, Valkren's strike team of vehicles and infantry would dig in perfectly. He turned back into the troop bay of the gunship, moving to his team's weaponry as he already began to plan their first steps when boots hit the ground.

Back at the ranger base, three familiar looking rangers bursted past Beltran and his motley crew, the trio sprinting off with a strange assortment of gear after one of the close by juggernauts.

"Feth! If the Sith don't kill us, you know the Lieutenant will!" Corporal Baker yelled out, lifting the strap to a launcher across his back as they went.

"You kiddin' me --- I'm more worried about Calderon's silent stare!" Specialist Lowder returned with this comment, carrying what seemed to be a heap of ammo in a rucksack on his back, plus a assault ripper attached to the flak jacket on his chest.

Private Clark piped up in-between breaths, "Hey, wasn't that the bald fella' from Alaris Prime? --- And Niflheim?"

 

[Cadmon Geller]

Location: Groundside, beachhead
Allies: TSE, Money, [member="Kor Vexen"]
Enemies: SJO, Conscious, [member="Jyoti Nooran"] (?)
Objective: Do the job, don't think too much about the moral ramifications

The rest of the ride was silent as the night, even the gen'dai fresh off the streets of Taris went quiet in the moments before the door dropped. Fear hung in the air, this would be the first taste of real war for more than half the crew, and the first time in years for the others who'd been dragged out of retirement for this job. They were all afraid, but not him, death had become an old friend.

The red light which illuminated the room cut to green and the door of the battered dropship practically fell open. In an instant he was up, an old Republic DC-18 in his hands as he bolted down the ramp, the veterans quickly following suit while most of the new blood hesitated. It cost them their lives when a blast enveloped the dropship in flame and sent Cadmon and the others darting into cover.

He knew what was expected of mercenary auxiliaries, he'd sent plenty of bands like this into the jaws of death himself, they were expendable. Pressing against the trunk of one of the massive trees he gripped the rifle tightly as fire from a Silver Jedi emplacement peppered the ground around him, and practically tore the band's leader in two. That left it to him, didn't it?

"Get your shields up, we're moving." He said bluntly pressing one of the buttons on his wristpad and activating his personal energy shield. Almost all of the veterans activated their own, those that didn't stuck to the side of those that did.

"What if we ain't got one?" Called out a zabrak, some kid barely old enough to buy booze who'd come to seek adventure as a soldier of fortune. Cadmon let out a sigh of frustration, half tempted to tell the kid tough luck and leave him to cower here.

But he didn't, because of course now he couldn't live with leaving some idiot to die, time in the Rim had made him softer somehow. "Then stick close to someone who does, we move on my mark." They had their objective, they were going to storm the Silver's defenses and soften things up for the Sith's troops or die trying.

 

[LT-137]

Like hungry, iron children, the twinned flotillas of the Sith Empire had spilled forth from the azure realm of hyperspace, taking station high above the verdant world of Kashyyyk. In their wake, a single Corvette stretched back into reality with a flicker of pseudo-motion, occupying a place within the centre of the gathered armada. The sigils that adorned it’s golden, armoured husk, were vastly different from those that had been engraved on both the Sith and Jedi vessels that now traded blows. It was the symbol of the unblinking eye, that marked this Corvette as the property of the Golden Company, picked out from the lustrous armour panelling with alabaster and obsidian enamel. As the engines had ceased to roar, slowing their rapid advance through the stars, the warship had established itself in geosynchronous orbit over the homeworld of the Wookiees, and now the supposed capital of the Silver Jedi. It was there that it disgorged a small collection of dropships, who now sliced their way towards the surface below.

With the golden vessels streaking across the embattled skies and engulfed by the fiery embrace of re-entry soon after, the Corvette pursued their spawn.

Mytaranor Sector // Kashyyyk System // Kashyyyk Orbit.​

The Golden Company, Seventh Legion. Contractually bound to the Sith Empire.​

Objective: Make Planetfall and Establish a Beachhead.​

Equipment: See Codex NPC Submission.​

Complement: Forty Sun Guards, and Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transports.​

Bathed in the crimson lustre of the Gunship’s troop compartment, the Stellar Tribune watched in silence as his men readied themselves for battle. His shrouded gaze never faltered. Staring in vague interest, as his men adorned themselves in the flaxen accoutrements of war. Their movements were fluid and practiced, even when the vessel itself shook with the violence of atmospheric re-entry. As the final plates were locked in place, their taloned fingers reached out into the ruby-shrouded darkness and roused their service rifles from their racks. With the same ease they had displayed in cloaking themselves in gold, the Sun Guards had violated their slumbering weapons with freshly loaded cartridges of ferromagnetic quarrels, and slammed home fully-charged plasma cells.

Khonsu was swathed in his powered armour, and his rifle already hung lifelessly behind his back. He stood unhelmed just inside the dropship’s cockpit, and as the buffeting flames of re-entry faded into memory - the man’s dark eyes were drawn towards the forward display. The Golden Company hadn’t been assigned to strike at any targets before the operation had begun. Instead, they were given the freedom to choose their avenues of assault. All that mattered to their paymasters was that this world would bleed. A part of him had chuckled when he was given his orders, as a similar directive was handed down during the Burning of Thyferra. As the recollection of slaughtering the Starport filled with innocents had flashed through his mind, the Mercenary only hoped that he wouldn’t have to evacuate the surface as a Star Destroyer burrowed deeply into the planet’s mantle this time around.

Leave it to the Sith to leave a mess, when it wasn’t a world they sought to conquer.​

As his focus once again reasserted itself on the forward viewport, the Tribune watched the ever-shifting display detail the various feeds transmitted to their dropship by orbital telemetry, as well as what their automated sensors could acquire. There were no places for them to touch down near the large installation in the mountains, the site that would later be revealed as Silver’s Rest. So, instead of dropping into the gaping maw of hell, the orders had come from the Twisuns Legate aboard the trailing Corvette to take Wawaatt Archipelago - which would allow for both the Golden Company and their honoured guests to establish a beachhead on the surface. When the city there had been taken or slaughtered to a man, they would be able to move up the mountainside unmolested, and utterly unopposed.

When their dropship swooped through the cover of clouds, Khonsu’s lips peeled back into a serpent’s approximation of a smile. Soon, they would paint these towering Wroshyr trees with the blood of the Jedi, and their Wookiee supplicants. Soon, they would set this planet ablaze, and revel in the spoils of war. His blood began to simmer with excitement, as his body quivered with anticipation. He needed to have his boots on the ground, and a weapon in his hands, as they ached in their absence. Blinking away the distracting projection, and the sight of the ancient towering stalks, the Stellar Tribune adorned his shaven crown with his winged helm and withdrew into the crimson depths of his dropship. It was there that he would stand, with a taloned hand clutching the cargo netting overhead.

Kachirho awaited.​

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Allies: [member="Sokar Azad"] | [member="Apophis Natuu"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Thane Danson"] | [member="Tekkio"]​

Enemies: [member="Jake Daniels"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Beltran Rarr"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Kashyyyk orbit. Dropping towards surface.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], TSE
Enemies: SJO and friends


Jedi, Sith. Between the two of them, both probably accounted for the majority of the Galaxy's wars. Admittedly neither could be blamed for incidents such as trillions of people vanishing into the Netherworld or falling victim to an absurdly dangerous virus. In the eyes of Enyo, both cults were archaic. Locked in a religious war that saw no end. Sooner or later every empire or order ended up in the dust heap of history. The same struggle kept repeating itself, as Jedi, Sith, Empires and Republics were continuously reborn, as if the entire Galaxy was locked in a never-ending cycle. Trapped in slavish path dependency.


So it was not dedication to someone else's cause or religion that brought her to Kashyyyk. As the planet's massive forests came into view, Enyo logic processors pondered why the Galaxy was dotted with so many single biome worlds. Truly, worlds with a diverse biosphere seemed astoundingly rare.


Idly, she wondered whether Siobhan Kerrigan had ever set foot on the Wookiee planet, which the Silver Jedi had recently claimed as their capital. She wondered what the Wookiees thought of this, but then if the tribes let a Jedi sect lord it over them, they were clearly delusional, though their physical strength was not something to be triffled with. Not even for a sophisticated cybernetic sentient. Their fur made them quite flammable though. Napalm and flamethrowers seemed like effective tools.


The descent downward was more than a little rocky. The heavily armoured transport shuddered as it was hammered by counterfire, jerking its way hither and zither. The Cyborg remained undaunted, as did the host of warriors that accompanied her. Most of them were Cyborgs, less capable than her, but similarly enhanced by machinery, having sacrificed flesh and blood in return for strength. Some were Mirialans who'd been afflicted by the Sith's Waves of Darkness or scorched by the Wall of Light. The Terminatrix had nursed them back to health and freed them of some of their organic weaknesses.


A bodyguard of Shards, endowed with superior HRD bodies, surrounded her, with lightsabres clutched at their belt. Veterans of the Contingency - the part that was actually competent and did not gloat and make people push buttons for petty amusement.


"The host stands ready, Warlord. May the blood of Jedi flow. No quarter shall be given," one spoke, sounding quite close to organic. The Dark Side slithered and seethed around her, as it did around all the Shards. Their hatred for the organics was palpable. Odd, considering they were not pure machines either.


Enyo gave no response to that. Truth be told, she did not hate Jedi. Or feel the need to pontificate about her supposed moral superiority because, to be frank, she considered morals to be chains around your neck. In a way, the Jedi had helped make her what she was now. If Korriban City had not been bombed by them, her body would not have been broken and burnt by hellfire. She would have remained a weak and deluded puppet. Her thoughts drifted to the Jedi Knight she'd duelled on Mirial. Perhaps he'd experienced a similar enlightenment. Perhaps the loss he'd suffered had strengthened him.


"If possible, capture Padawans for the upgrade. Be mindful of the planet's beasts," Enyo said flatly, emotionlessly. If any Jedi were captured, they could join the ranks of the Geister. The transport ground to a halt as it touched down upon the surface of the planet. The transport landed close to that of a Sith Lady Enyo was rather familiar with. One of the few individuals she respected.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Juggernaut transport, enroute to Dunkirk Beach
Allies: SJO, Lupewaurreg, Jost Cal Dayne, [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Roona Osmari"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Jake Daniels"], [member="Kei Amadis"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Tekkio"], [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Engaging: Nobody currently

Beltran cocked his head to the side as Calderon’s transmission came through. If the Lorrdian had a sense of humour worth speaking of, he might have found the Colonel’s challenge to join the third for some “real soldiering” to be humorous. As it stood, he took the challenge very literally.

In truth, this was something of a first for the former mercenary. It was true that he’d been in numerous firefights in his career, the most recent of which had taken place on Denon not two days earlier, but even the largest fight he’d ever been in paled in comparison to what he was about to experience. Another man might have found trepidation in the concept, but Beltran wasn’t prone to fear.

At least not fear of physical injury or death. His fears were far more complicated and esoteric.

Reaching up to his ear, he keyed the comlink’s transmit button and responded with a simple: “Acknowledged, Colonel.”

He then turned his attention to the two beings who were now staring at him. “I’m being sent to the front,” He told the Wookiee and his Corellian companion. “The Sith forces have set up a beachhead at Dunkirk and we’re to hold them there. I would suggest that the two of you head back to the cantina and try to find some shelter. With any luck, the enemy won’t penetrate far enough into our defenses to reach here. Just ride things out and I’ll come find you two after the battle is over.”

The Corellian, Jost Cal Dayne, was the first to respond with a nod of his balding head. “Uhhh yeah,” He said, his voice suddenly more than a little uncomfortable. “Well uhh…good luck, yeah? I’ll be sure to knock a couple back in your honor.”

It was probably about as sentimental as Cal Dayne ever got, Beltran figured, and it was certainly more than he would have offered had their positions been reversed. Still, Beltran offered the short, overweight being a single nod before he started to turn his attention toward securing the transport Calderon had spoken of.

There were half a dozen juggernauts parked in the immediate area, and Beltran could make out insignias for the third infantry on passengers of at least three. He was just about choose one at random when three rangers rushed passed him, all in various states of dress. Though it took them a second to recognize him, the Lorrdian knew who they were instantly and called out.

“Corporal Baker!” Beltran shouted, even as the three Rangers were already turning their heads in Beltran’s direction, modulating his voice so that it carried perfectly above the din of rushing soldiers and moving transports. “Hold that transport, I’m coming with you.”

His goodbyes said, Beltran was more than ready to leave Lupewaurreg and Cal Dayne in the relative safety of the Ranger base when he heard a soft moan-yowl come from behind him. Glancing back at Waurr, Beltran was treated to the sight of Jost Cal Dayne’s eyes almost literally bugging out of his head.

“Are you fething kidding me!?!” The fat Corellian half screamed at the Wookiee. “You want us to go with him?! Ar-ar-are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

Lupewaurreg looked down at his friend and let out another growl. Though Beltran couldn’t understand the massive, hairy being, he was able to infer the Wookiee’s next statement through context. Waurr wasn’t about to sit by in relative safety while Beltran and the other Antarian Rangers went out to defend his homeworld.

“Yeah but…you’re not even armed!” Cal Dayne shot back, the look of panicked desperation in the Corellian’s eyes intensifying as he sensed the futility of trying to talk a Wookiee out of anything.

To this, Waurr looked around and quickly honed in on a pair of Wookiee militiamen who were jogging past the armory. Each of them, large in their own right, only came up to the shoulders of the massive beast that was Lupewaurreg. Stepping in front of them, Waurr called out in the Wookiees' native language.

Before his eyes, Beltran watched the body language of the other two change from mild confusion to something akin to hostility as they both shook their heads vigorously in response to whatever Waurr had said.

Only because the Lorrdian had an uncanny natural sense to read a being’s intentions from their body language, did Beltran know what was going to happen next. With a sudden burst of movement, Waurr lashed out at the closest of the two Wookiees with a massive, but surprisingly quick, right cross. His fist caught its target right on the jaw, dropping him to the ground in a clean motion. From the fallen Wookiee's hands Waurr collected a black bowcaster.

The fallen Wookiee’s companion would spend barely a second looking at Waurr in stunned confusion before Waurr would take the butt of the bowcaster he'd just acquired and drive it savagely into his face, dropping him to the ground-out cold-in similar fashion. From the second Wookiee Waurr would collect a bandoleer of extra bolts for the bowcaster and a large, terrifying looking Ryyk blade in a brown leather sheath.

He would then fix the bandoleer over his shoulder and strap the blade to his back before turning back to a shocked Cal Dayne and an increasingly impressed Beltran Rarr.

“Right,” Beltran replied to Waurr’s suddenly soft grunt. Glancing back to the transport where Corporal Baker and the others waited, the Lorrdian called out again. “Better make some room, I’m bringing company.”

With that, and Waurr in tow, Beltran turned and made his way onto the transport. None of the Antarian Rangers who had just witnessed Waurr in action made so much as a sound as the massive Wookiee crawled onto the juggernaut behind Rarr. Outside, a stunned Jost Cal Dayne struggled for words.

“You…” He murmured looking at Rarr, as if begging the Lorrdian for help or at least a modicum of support in the argument. “He…” The
Corellian continued, pointing at Waurr as the Wookiee settled in. “They…” He looked down at the two unconscious Wookiees lying on the ground.

“Oh feth me!” He exclaimed, waddling up the transport’s ramp. The fat Corellian then took a seat at the end of the row. Several of the Rangers on board gave Jost incredulous looks, but nobody seemed particularly interested in voicing their obvious reservations. Certainly not in the presence of the Wookiee, at least.

Meeting Beltran’s curious gaze, Jost Cal Dayne shrugged once and called out. “Well, it’s not like Waurr is going to leave the ship to me if he dies. He knows I’d just lose it in a card game anyway.”

This prompted a couple of muffled laughs from the other passengers as the transport began to move, heading out with the rest of the third infantry toward the beach and the front lines.

The Corellian continued, “Speaking of which, any chance you’d forgive our bet from earlier? You know, seeing as I’m probably going to be dead in a few minutes?”

Beltran held Cal Dayne’s gaze evenly as he responded. “Not a chance in the seven hells, Cal Dayne."

“Oh feth me sideways.”

 

[Onrai]

Location: Kashyyyk
Current Objective: Ignore the Mandalorian pirates and engage the Silver Jedi ships.
Allies: [member="Zahori Denko"], [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"], any other TSE forces in space
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"](potentially), [member="Gir Quee"], any other SJO forces in space

"We have incoming Mandalorian ships."

"Ignore them and don't shoot at them. We're not their enemies, and we have no reason to get them caught in the crossfire." Vanessa responded, sending a hailing message to the Mandalorian ships. "Attention, Mandalorian vessels - this is Vanessa Vantai of the Void Irregular Fleet, Sith Empire. We are engaged in combat actions against the Silver Jedi Order. Vacate the battle field and travel to a safe distance so you are not caught in the crossfire. If you attack us, we will be forced to engage in self-defense. Should we be attacked by your vessels, we will report your treachery to Mandalorian high command - who will not be happy that you have broken the treaty." Now that the warning was on the books, Vanessa had an official record of her having warned them. This would not look good for

"Ma'am, we have incoming. Twenty corvettes are launching a torpedo fusillade. They appear to be the torpedoes used at Anzat."

"Excellent... Did we successfully acquire the command frequencies for it?"

"After heavy examination of the disarmed torpedo, we should have them."

"Good. Order the captain of the Traya​ to reconfigure the broad spectrum sensor jammer and narrow its frequency jamming to the frequencies we're transmitting to them. Once he has done so, tell him to activate the sensor jammer. Those torpedoes will tear the Wasp apart if they get a full barrage."

An encoded burst transmission was sent from the Ablution to the Traya​, whose captain quickly ordered the reconfiguring of the sensor jammer as the torpedoes drew near. Already flak guns, antimissile octets, and laser cannons were firing at the incoming ordnance, and though some was destroyed, Much more slipped through. Soon the jammer was operational, and the fluid, homing pathways of the dodging Firelance torpedoes halted to a straight line. This left them easy pickings for the anti-ordnance weaponry, as almost all the barrage was destroyed, a couple of torpedoes flying through the jamming field and getting ionized, their momentum sending the dead ordnance hurtling into the void of space. At Vanessa's signal, the jamming field was disabled.

"Now it's our turn. Signal the reserve fleet to jump at a separate angle and immediately open fire. Guardians, Massassis, engage the corvettes as they draw near. Your beams and octuplet heavy turbolaser turrets should dissect them in short order." Plasma began to shine from both the Main and Reserve Fleet's beams as they charged up, the Massassis firing their LBeams at the corvettes. Even at their naturally decreased power level, against a 50m long ship, they would assumedly be effective. Turbolaser fire would spatter across long range as the fleets would begin to engage the hostile Silver Jedi ships. Even the secondary batteries of the Conquerors, Attritions, Legacys, and the two larger ships would spray out at long range, hoping to strike the corvettes. Vanessa looked at the sensors - there were plenty of corvettes, but she did not see any of the bigger ships.

"Concentrate your fire on four of the corvettes. We'll keep the beams on the Conquerors and the Ablution​ warmed, but won't fire them until the big ships show."

tl;dr
Message was sent to Mandalorian ships informing them to get out of the battle zone
Message also said that if they attacked they would be fired upon and the Sith would send information about the treaty violation to Mando high command
Ablution sends a transmission to Traya​ regarding the reconfiguring of the broad spectrum sensor jammer to target the Firelance torpedoes' command frequencies
​Traya​ reconfigures jammer and jams incoming torpedoes allowing for their destruction, then disables jamming field
​Wasp​ is hit by some energy torpedoes and mass driver slugs
Reserve fleet enters the field of battle separate from Main fleet
​Ablution, Endeavour, Traya, and Claw​ attack Red 1, ​Ablution​ does not use its beams
Scylla, Gorgon, Wasp, Bulwark, Enforcer, and Zeplin​ attack Red 5, Scylla and Gorgon​ do not use their beams
Thule, Zeplin, Dorn, Hydra, Basilisk, and Mordecai attack Blue 1, Hydra and Basilisk​ do not use their beams
​Manticore, Sartinaynian, Ragnos, Kotiate, Blitzer, Talvira, and Crimson attack Blue 5, Manticore​ does not use its beams

Spoiler

Main Fleet

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship(with LRBBeams instead of LRHHVels) | Ablution​ | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Resolute-class Supercarrier | ​Endeavour​ | 1800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya​ | 1200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Scylla | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Gorgon | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | ​Wasp​ | 400m | 63 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

​Starfighters​

2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (24)
3x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (36)
2x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (16)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (48)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (72)

Reserve Ships
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Dorn | 1200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Hydra | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Basilisk | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Manticore | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | ​Sartinaynian | 800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Ragnos​ | 800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Mordecai​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Kotiate​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Crimson​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Talvira​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Blitzer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Bring the rain
Location: Kasshyyk Orbit

Allies: Sith Empire - [member="Vanessa Vantai"], @Mulokai Zarandur
Enemies: Jedi & The Puddycats - [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Gir Quee"]

Lightfall Dominion Fleet

Spoiler

Goreblade - Invictus II-class Star Battlecruiser 100/100
6/6 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 1

Blackgate - Invictus II-class Star Battlecruise 100/100
6/6 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 2

Stryfe's Rage - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100/100
24/24 TIE squadrons
Action: Getting battle info to the rest of the fleet

Maladi's Pain - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100/100
24/24 TIE squadrons
Action: Getting battle info to the rest of the fleet

Boethiah - Harrower-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 3

Hermaeus - Harrower-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 4

Malacath - Harrower-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 5

Mehrunes - Harrower-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 6

Wildfire - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Monsoon - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Hurricane - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Venom - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 7

Carnage - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 7

Acid - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 8


Toxin - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action: Firing on Blue 8

"Admiral, enemy ships have exited hyperspace. Portside of the initial assault fleet. Shall we engage?" a comms officer reported.

"Indeed. Tear them to shreds." Zahori responded, her fists clenching with rage.

With Zahori's order given, the Lightfall Dominion fleet positioned itself on the starboard side of the fresh enemy fleet and turned their guns for the newly arrived vessels, led by [member="Gir Quee"]. Goreblade and Blackgate began firing upon Blue 1 and Blue 2. Their combined sustained fire to the broadside of both ships was unrelenting. Meanwhile, Maladi's Pain and Stryfe's Rage were providing necessary tactical information as they had some of the best sensor arrays in all of the Imperial Armada.

Boethiah and Hermaeus unleashed their weaponry on Blue 3 and Blue 4 respectively. While their guns were firing on these ships, their tractor beams were fired at them, looking to pull them away from the main fleet.

Malacath and Mehrunes pushed forward with all the Eradicators as they fired upon Blue 4, Blue 5, Blue 6, Blue 7, and Blue 8. Endless rain of laser fire flew from the Lightfall Dominion fleet. They were focused on the decimating the puny ships in record time. As this occurred, the half of the 83 TIE squadrons (996) engaged the corvettes as well, while the rest stayed behind to escort the fleet. Their lack of any escort made them easy targets for the TIE fighters.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

OBJECTIVE: Gather samples, spread some corruption​

LOCATION: Kashyyyk Jungle​

ALLIES: The Sith Empire​

ENEMIES: Silver Jedi Order​

​

​

The landing from the drop pod had been straightforward and well within the expected landing zone, which Darth Excidium attributed to the skill of the pilots of the fleet overhead. Stepping out of the landed craft, the door wide open, the Sith Lord was dressed in his usual robes, his long-handled lightsaber firmly on his belt, the hood of his cloak drawn and covering his face. Exiting the same pod were a half-dozen Sith Troopers, flanking Excidium as they followed his lead. Walking with purpose, the Sith was searching out his Apprentice, [member="Farah"], using the Force to pinpoint her location in the vast jungles of the planet. From what he had seen during the descent, her pod had been a little out of control, which had separated the pair...

"What do your sensors say, trooper?" Darth Excidium asked, glancing over his shoulder to one of the men in armor, their blaster rifles held loosely but ready at a moments notice. "The sooner we locate that wayward pod, the better."

There was a moment as the trooper continued scanning, narrowing in on the specific frequency of the other drop pod. A second later he pointed a gloved hand, motioning toward the West. With a nod, Excidium began to lead the way, his senses flowing in the direction indicated, finally having a narrower field to search - and no sooner had the Sith Lord done just that, than he caught the familiar presence of his Apprentice. She didn't seem in distress, which was promising, and also appeared to still have her contingent of Sith Troopers with her.

Increasing the pace, Excidium bounded through the jungle with long strides. He wanted to reach Farah as soon as possible, so they could begin searching for that famed bacteria that was reported to be around their present location. The results of some initial testing had revealed quite a potential for use as a weapon, and if they were able to take some proper, untainted samples then the chances of creating something wonderful was more within reach...

"Be on alert, I sense the battle spreading nearby." The Sith Lord commanded, as he pondered at the location of his first Apprentice, [member="Olrunn Darr"]. "I expect little resistance this far abroad, but don't let your guard down."

Glancing up, Excidium couldn't help but notice the distant explosions and bright display of weapons fire from the amassed fleets above. While certainly a power to behold, there was still something said about the lesser suspected, more concealed threat that was now moving through the jungles. And once the pair had completed their first task, Excidium had something in mind that would cause the Jedi no end of irritation...

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Repel the Sith; defend Kashyyyk
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire

”Nghhhhhwaaaa. Uuunnnnawawawa, roooooof. Achhgrrr achhhh..”
”Awrathakka and Kachirho are locked down. Thikkiiana, Rowrakruk and Orriorr too. We are ready.”

Stephanie stood by an orange and brown furred Wookie who was talking to the wider cities across the planet and making sure any and all habitats were safe and prepared for the onslaught. It would not be the Jedi the Sith were out to take – it would be the innocent lives of those who had lived on Kashyyyk for generations; the Wookiees. Anyone who dared to stand against them would be a target. A prime example of murderers and cowards stepping onto peaceful soil.

"Good." She nodded to the hulking warrior. "Help the young and defenceless get to safety and keep in contact! You," she tipped her head to the fully black Wookiee beside. "Get your forces out into the jungles. Ensure the traps are set and the defences are tight; use our environment against them to stop them coming through. Go."

With a bark, the Wookiees nodded and moved away with a pack of others to their areas. The Padawan looked into the distance, seeing many not taking stance with anti-air weapons, ground forces and shields. If this was an invasion force, then the Rangers would have to pull out the big guns; if this was a simple assault and show of force, then it was down to them all to unite their skill and defence to repel the Sith and show that the Silver Jedi were beyond what they expected.

Stephanie saw craft up in the atmosphere engaged in combat, and a number of dropships looked to be coming down. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of them coming to her home; her world. Asa was the first to reach Stephanie, followed by Tanaski.

"You alright? Well this wasn’t what I expected when I woke this morning. I’m not even properly dressed for the occasion." She rolled her blue blade casually around 360 degrees in her right hand. "I want us to move forward, but not stray too far – there are stronger Jedi than us – currently – out there and I want to ensure the Rest is safe and the Younglings too. We can do this. We are stronger together. We are not afraid. They have under-estimated us."

She gave a sly grin at the Padawans.

"No Master fun, remember?"

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Jungles - Headed towards The Rest
OBJECTIVE: Don't fall down in to the under-forest.
ALLIES: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]
ENEMIES: SJO | Will tag more specifically as locations/enemies become more concrete.

There were probably many words the current galaxy-at-large would call her lack of motivation to armor herself. Old-fashioned? Foolish? Lazy? The pale tapestry of scar tissue her body had become was proof enough that she might benefit. Presented with the adjectives, she might have agreed. In a world where technology was only becoming more deadly, where greater and greater shows of force evolved, walking from a dropship with nothing but armorweave and her lightsaber seemed like begging to get hurt.

But if one stopped to ask her, the answer was simple: which was more fun?
Fighting, cocooned safe and heavy in a metal bubble designed to cut you off from sensation?
Or feeling the adrenaline and freedom of a real fight?

Or more succinctly: the true weapon was her mind.

Also useful was a Mandalorian with enough screws loose in the right places to consider her an adoptive parent. Reaching up from her diminutive height to cup the cheek of his bucket-helmet with a metal hand of her own, a short greeting, a fond one. “I find they’re more useful as puppets.” The closed-mouth smile that accompanied the statement was unsettling.

Signatures she knew meandered around the planet but there was one...close.

The landing hadn’t been easy. The sky was filled with the dark monoliths of ships, and the Silver and their allies had wasted no time in engaging. It had been all she could do to reach the surface without becoming a casualty and it had somewhat messed with her trajectory, landing in tangled jungle somewhat off from the beach where muted troop engagement could be heard. In the end however all that mattered was that she had reached the ground. From here it was a matter of seeking out concentrations of Jedi.

And that signature…

“This way,” she said quietly, hand on the hilt of her saber in case Jedi lurked. Her path would take her towards a beacon of Light, but also hopefully intercept a woman she hadn’t seen in years...

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Somewhere in the endless Jungle. Heading towards the Rest.
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: SJO


Enyo was prideful. But not too proud to admit that she was operating in a rather unfamiliar environment. The forests of Kashyyyk were vast and seemingly endless. Gigantic trees reached out to the heavens. Manifold beasts populated the jungles. Wild animals that could be dangerous even to a machine.


Her training had taken place on Gehenna. The hellish hothouse had probably been equally dangerous or close, but it was a desolate wasteland of caves and desert. Nothing grew on that binary furnace. And most of her time beyond that had been spent in urban areas.


By contrast, this world was teeming with life, wild and primal. But she welcomed the challenge. It was what made a warrior needed to test herself and grow stronger. The landing had not been easy, but they were on the ground now.


With inhumane precision, her minions made their way into the depths of the jungle. Not a single word passed between them, at least not verbally. For the Iron Fist warriors utilised purely electronic communication on the battlefield. It was so much more efficient than verbal. Beyond that they used hand signals and the like. The sounds of battle could be heard in the distance, but the noise was muted and offered little indication as to the progress of the engagement. Assuming it had even begun in earnest. Red beams lit up the sky as the Silver's flak fired upon Sith transport ships.


A very familiar Force Signature beckoned to her. One that she had not felt for a long time. They seemed to be inexorably drawn to one another. Wordlessly, her minions fell in line, with the scouts among them moving ahead to notify the others in case they came across enemy positions or patrols.


When the Witch-Necromancer happened upon Enyo, she'd look upon a figure clad in dark phrik armour, though her face had not yet been obfuscated by a helmet. She still bore the fact that was the spitting image of Siobhan Kerrigan, though it now lacked the scars that the Korriban City inferno had inflicted upon her. Indeed, she probably looked more unblemished than her template. A huge maul rested on her back.


Her aura was...different.

Colder, hardened.

A twisted merger of

woman and

Machine.


"Matsu Xiangu," for a moment Enyo's red eyes flashed behind her human irises, before they regained their human brown. She cocked her head slightly as she looked upon the Dark Lady. It was a verbal tick she'd unconsciously picked up from her Creators.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Juggernaut transport, enroute to Dunkirk Beach
Allies: SJO, [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Beltran Rarr"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Jake Daniels"], [member="Kei Amadis"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Tekkio"]
Engaging: N/A

Roona’s feet pounded the ground as she sped back down the mountain path. She navigated the rugged terrain fairly easily, her eyes sharp and alert. The Ranger Base came into view, she wasn’t far now. Pulling breaths in quickly, she pushed herself to close the distance. Once she was within the base, her pace slowed to a very brisk walk. She wanted to bend to catch her breath, but didn’t allow herself the time for rest.

As she glanced around, Ranger personnel were in swift motion.

“Yo, Echo!” She heard Clark call out as he made his way to the transport. “You’re late!”

She waved at the private, a friend she’d made on Mirial – one of her first missions with the Radama Raiders. Having caught the tail end of their conversation, she now knew that the Sith had come to Kashyyyk. It was a brazen move, she had to say. But her attention was momentarily grabbed by a rather portly man and a Wookie waiting outside, Roona’s head turned as she squinted at them before speeding inside to get her things.

It was clear that she was moving against the flow, as she had to push by to get where she was going. A few irritated glances were thrown her way, but Roona’s stony face would not betray that she’d even noticed. At her locker, she quickly threw off her PT garb and slid into her shadow armor. It wasn’t on the same level when it came to the classic Katarn Armor, but it was far faster to assemble – and she was quite short on time. Her hands worked fast to snatch up the rest of her items, but she held them in her arms rather than putting them on.

After a quick stop for weapons, she arrived outside to find that everyone had already gone. Feth. Breaking into a run, she hurried to catch up to the others. And once she was on board, she worked to get her vest on and attempt to compose herself. Her sandy brown hair was matted against the sweat beading on her forehead, and she was less than her normal rigid-looking self. Reaching down to fasten her belt, she found that it wasn’t in her hand.

Looking down, she searched under several pairs of boots before she found it… under the foot of the squat bald man from before. What was he doing here? He certainly didn’t look like Ranger material.

“Excuse me,” Roona said, and then yanked the belt from underneath him.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Jungle
Enemies: TSE, maybe [member="Darth Excidium"]
Allies: Apparently SJO


Elpsis was no Jedi. Truth be told, she had terribly little love for their kind and their sanctimonious ways. She'd run away from them as a little girl and never looked back. On the whole, her adoptive family was not keen on them. But the Force worked in mysterious ways. And so Incendia found herself walking upon the surface of Kashyyyk. The forest was so vast and the trees so high that it felt like the jungle was swallowing her as she moved in. It was as far away from civilisation as could be imagined, yet she did fear the jungle.


There was a beauty to this place. It teemed with life, wild and untamed. The blind seer, who perceived the world solely through the Force, could not help feel awed. Even though a feeling of sadness filled her, for this forest would soon be tainted with violence. Not the natural kind of violence that occured every day in the jungle, but the sort that was brought about by greed, cruelty and lust for power. Or a simple desire for destruction for the sake of it.


Still she walked. She was clad from head to toe in her somewhat archaic looking phrik armour. Her lightsabre rested on her belt. She'd brought guns and a bunch of grenades. Her dreams had told her that blood would be spilt today, so here she was. May the Heavenly Mother give her strength.


Visions were far from an exact science. But one had guided her here, as vague as the details had been. Explosions thundered in the distance, and the sky was lit up by weapons fire from the fleets in orbit. Perceiving a dark presence, she picked up the pace, seeking to follow the threads of power to their source.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Airdropping into woods not far from Vexen beach head
Allies: The Sith Empire, The Golden Company, Other Mercs | [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Tekkio"], [member="Thane Danson"], [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, Not sure who else but [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Operation Guillotine

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFO0Xo9TZ54​

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Scipio had never witnessed Captain Najek so passionate in a mission. His speech after the brief was done seemed as if someone had possessed him. The captain burned with fury as he spoke about the same enemies they would be facing cowering in fear and fleeing as the Sith Empire expanded its territories leaving behind all the worlds up for grabs. He spoke of their arrogance in their bloody onslaught over Mirial. Scipio had noticed a few Mirialan faces around him, all driven by vengeance. Their numbers in 5th Company of the 42nd Airborne had dwindled after the invasion on Thyferra. Those of them who had survived were no longer called rookies.

Now they blasted through the atmosphere aboard numerous highly armored SI\AIT-s. It was the lieutenant's first ride on one of these. They were brand new and they were deployed straight to the renown 42nd Airborne's troops. The airborne were hoping they would use the shock attack and amassing of General Vexen's forces on the beach to pierce through and airdrop behind enemy lines. Hostile front depth remained a mystery, their aim would be to form a front adjacent to Vexen's shaping an L and attempting to enclose it entrapping the enemies and slaughtering them. Various objectives were set to focus on the complete destruction of highly civilian populated areas and soft targets such as hospitals and living locations. As Najek had said - they would be given no mercy.

:: Countdown to drop 10...9...8...::

The clock ran down and the hatch opened deploying from a high altitude the airborne infantry. Scores upon scores of Sith-Imperial Legionnaires dotted the sky and darted downwards towards the ground with intense speed. Inertial dampeners allowed them to remain alive with the extreme g force hitting them. Before they knew it, the Airborne troopers were on the ground within the thick woods of Kashyyyk, carefully landing with their repulsor packs.

:: Status report. :: Scipio ordered through the comms to his platoon. Green affirmatives colored his HUD before they were redirected to Captain Najek.

:: 'member, paint civie ta'gets, call in the Armedah. Rinse 'n' repeat, legionnaires. :: The lieutenant stated before focusing on his surroundings. HQ was probably being set up now somewhere in the midst of the woods and soon enough more information feedback would paint their HUDs.

:: Let's go. Eyes open for damn carpets. Don' forge' - Jedi scalps count for te', carpets for fi', rangers for one. ::