Faction Valor's Edge (GADF)

[Raylin Fall]

AT THE EDGE OF THE ALLIANCE-


FIREBASE KOR, KAAL
Coruscant Standard Time: 1310

Listening and Observation Post 5-14

GADF, 4th Raider Battalion, and Others



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Firebase Kor, named after Tulan Kor at the very edge of Alliance Space, was quiet, as it was most nights.


As part of the GADF's efforts to secure their borders and prevent Sith and Imperial Incursions- as well as now, Mandalorians, a series of listening and observation posts were setup in key areas. They were manned at all times, staffed at all times, and were vital to create a network of eyes and ears across Alliance space. With the Imperial assets in the core of the galaxy and expanding- the need for these listening posts is vital. And more importantly- along one of the many hyperlanes in the Alliance.

To that end, these listening posts were routinely staffed, rotated in with other units. And with the disaster at Tython, the GADF Marine Corps and other units were in disarray and lacked a lot of personnel for specialized roles. Raylin himself had been sent here- apparently there was such a shortage of Corpsman and Medics that Raylin was given special pay to come do a rotation at the listening post. Not that he minded, really. It was a lot of clinical work that he didn't normally get to do. Troops here were often tired veterans, and it was a break from scheduled PT, coursework, or patrolling to stare at monitors and walk around a base all day. The only adjustment was the length of the days, 36 hours to the normal 20-ish of most planets. The rotation was also shorter, or the year, 210 days. To that end, it was still unpleasant to wake up and it still be dark, and it took awhile for troops to adjust.

The compound was nestled in-between two mountains, in a natural concealed position. The Firebase was only roughly 700 square meters, with a barracks, lounge, medical center, the observation post, an armory and a gym. Raylin was in the gym at the time being. He had to go during the day, particularly at lunch. He didn't like not being available for clinicals at the beginning and end of the day- when most of the troops would get sick or have an injury, or he'd need to administer medication. With age came regression, and he needed to keep in shape with the younger boys, and being a Recon Marine, he had to especially make sure that he was in good shape- and he felt that as a Corpsman, he needed to provide a healthy image if he wanted to give health advice.

That being said, working out with a sidearm on your leg wasn't fun. It moved around, clanked, was unpleasant, but the base directives were clear- armed at all times. Annoying as that was. He jogged along on the treadmill, the pistol in it's holster jiggling around as he ran. He gave a deep sigh, frustrated by having to carry it. He didn't want to get caught during the day when a staff officer walked in, or so help him, the base commander. He kept it on, grouchy as he was.

Then, the lights flickered.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Boom.

Explosions ripped outside, and a symphony of shouting. Rockets streaked across the sky, slamming into the base. They removed the generators and were directly targeting the listening post. Raylin pulled himself as the treadmill came to a sudden and violent halt with the loss of electricity, and took cover. As soon as the rockets let loose, the alarm blared only to quickly die out. Machine-gun fire, outgoing and incoming, and the snap-hiss of blaster fire, exchanging. From what he could tell, the enemy- whoever they were, were up on both of the hills, flanking their positions. And by the amount of incoming blaster fire streaking down from the mountainside...

It was a lot.

Firebase Kor was under attack. And part of Raylin knew that they wouldn't be able to call for help. No one this coordinated and this much firepower did anything like that- and the fact that they went after their immediate power supply indicated a more capable enemy force. Jammers, too, probably.

So you're cut off, surrounded, with no heavy artillery, no backup coming without you making some choices. Are you going to get a transmitter working again? Make a plea for help some other way? Figure out a way to get past the jamming? And who's attacking?

To that end, you're not a superhero, you're surrounded, overwhelmed, and ambushed- fight to get to safety, or just survive the ordeal. They're coming for you. Don't let them.​

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[Max Akratonos]

It was late, ships time. A lone supply officer was sat in the long range comm room of the Inadmissible, relaying a supply request from firebase Kor, to the local sector depot. It was dull work, but the officer appreciated the simple rigidity of the task. At least she did, until the holocall was cut short mid sentence.

She tried reestablishing comms. Nothing

She tried restarting her computer. Nothing

This was weird. Outposts didn't just go dark like that.

She made her way to the Bridge, the lighting was dimmed, but she could still see the glow shining out from underneath the Captains office door. She knocked, and the staccato voice of the captain allowed her to enter.

Akratonos looked at the officer curiously. "What seems to be so urgent, Officer...."

"Ceralion, Sir", she replied. "I was in a holocall with a small Firebase two sectors over, before the line was cut. I couldn't reestablish the connection sir, and I fear something may have happened.

Akratonos sat quietly and looked pensively out of the window, looking over the still crippled Vanguard.

"Its most likely interference, or maybe just a power cut. I'll send a scout just to make sure, but we are spread too thin to even think about sending proper reinforcements."

Ceralion appeared satisfied with the answer, and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

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Aboard the Dorin Fury, in hyperspace.

The B-wing gunship was not built for comfort, hell it didnt even have enough bunks for all three crew members to sleep at once. But she was fast, and she packed a punch. A young Twi-lek sat in the rear facing gunners seat, marvelling at the endless swirls of hyperspace, before the call of their name gently brought them back to a state of lucidity.

"Torna, you good?" Asked the Bothan co-pilot. "we're dropping out of hyperspace in a minute"

"Roger, powering up systems now."

The swirling lines of hyperspace coalesced into individual stars as the Gunship reverted to realspace over the planet Kaal, and the co pilot attempted to establish contact with the outpost. The line remained silent. The pilot decided to bring the gunship in for a landing to physically establish contact.

The ship made the usual unnerving shuddering as it broke through the planets atmosphere, yet it didnt subside. Torna realised that this new suddering wasnt turbulence, but cannon fire.

He barely made out his pilot yeling "get a message back to-" before cannon fire ripped through the cockpit. Torna's flight suit pressurised automatically with the breach of the cockpit as he felt the wind rush through the cockpit. Straining his head to see past the bulkhead he could make out the copilot attempting to wrestle with the controls, the pilot hanging limply in his seat, and the planets surface, marked with a rapidlky approaching outpost.

Torna swore he could see the faces of troopers on the ground at the outpost, staring at the stricken vessel with disbelief before there was a loud crash, and Torna felt himself black out.

 

[Erran Lanith]

Firebase Kor.

Erran and a small contingent of Alliance Commandos were doing a rotation along these outposts. These outposts were strewn throughout Alliance space to give the Alliance as much of a heads-up as possible to an incursion. Alliance Special Forces usually made up a small detachment on these bases, sometimes a squad or just a member or two. Erran was lucky; he had five men, a potent force in case of an incursion by Sith, Mandalorians, or even vagabonds or pirates. Their objective was to reinforce the base as combat personnel and, if need be, respond to local distress signals or areas of interest to the Alliance in the nearby system.

It was dark, and while he would rather be in his cot watching the holonet, it was shoot-house time. On the edge of the base, Erran taped off the ground to resemble a house with multiple rooms, entrances, and exits. The tape was coded and linked to their HUD, giving them an overlay of what looked like a standing structure. It was basically expensive Virtual Reality that commandos could use to hone their skills in CQB.

Repetition. That was the key to CQB. Erran had enlisted the help of a few soldiers to act as roleplayers, playing as hostiles or hostages. His fire team ran through scenario after scenario, rescuing hostages, taking fire and casualties, and bettering their ability to respond to a close-in fight.

During one of the scenarios, Erran's audio began to deafen his ears, blocking out the sound of distant explosions.

"Cancel feed," he snapped at his overlay, which immediately shut down the VR experience, allowing the darkness of the night to overwhelm him. It was quiet for only a second before the mountains surrounding the base lit up with a myriad of colors, colors that arced down toward Firebase Kor, detonating in huge plumes of fire and smoke. The base power flickered and then went dark, plunging them into absolute darkness except for the tracer rounds from kinetic fire and the brilliant beams of energy from plasma weapons.

"Get to the defenses quick!" Erran snapped at his men, "Bors, Talon, get to the armory. I want heavy weapons and vehicles ready to reinforce the perimeter; let's move!"

Erran and his other two squad members ran to a small IDF bunker, hunkering down and returning fire into the mountain from which the heavier weaponry was coming. The gunfight had barely begun before a loud thunderclap erupted from the sky above them. Erran spared a glance upward just in time to see a B-Wing fighter on fire, plummeting toward the base.

"Incoming!" he yelled over the base comm frequency to anyone who could hear as the fighter struck the base like a meteor from heaven, throwing Erran and countless other individuals to the dirt.

TAGS: Raylin Fall Max Akratonos

 

[Raylin Fall]

EVERYTHING WAS LOUD


FIREBASE KOR, KAAL
Coruscant Standard Time: 1310

Listening and Observation Post 5-14
ALL ALLIANCE FORCES


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It all went tits-up, rather quickly- the entire base was soon pelted by rockets, and the exchange of gunfire and blasterfire. Raylin bolted between buildings, the swarm of incoming fire immeasurable to count quickly where it was coming from. Raylin bolted for the armory first- slipping on his blast-vest, and webbing, as more Alliance troopers came into the room. He tossed rifles and machine guns, grenades to everyone that entered.

They couldn't setup the squad-mounted weapons yet, not until they had a better position. He grit his teeth, racking the blaster rifle into a chargepack. He took his medbag, as much ammo as he could carry, and an extra rifle. There was bound to be someone in the base that wasn't armed. He slipped his helmet on, barely armored, barely put together, tired, thirsty-

But damn it, he was fucking Recon.

And Recon wasn't about to let anyone take this fucking base. The local chatter was active- it seemed that the jammer was only affecting outward, long-range and inter-GADF transmissions. The screaming on the radio was apparent as he turned on his comms inside the armory, rounds kicking up and around their building. None of the rounds could penetrate the structure of the armory, everything was pre-fabricated or uparmored. Short of a direct turbolaser hit, the buildings were safe.

But that could change if they got close- a few grenades, or breach charges and they'd be royally screwed. They had to push them back. Whoever was attacking them, couldn't be the last force they sent. They were the probing, the vanguard. Anything after was larger, meaner, and much, much worse for the Alliance forces in the area.

Raylin collected his breath, then broke into a dead sprint outside- just in time to see a screaming ship fly overhead, slamming outside their position. Alliance ship, at that. He couldn't remember the model exactly, but he knew it was theirs. Raylin turned his head, spotting immediately one of the Nova Corps troopers, he waved at them with the rifle he picked up, slinging the spare one. He pointed an unarmored hand at the wreck.

"COVER ME!"

Raylin wasn't going to let them die out there- the jammers screwed their life support systems, their IFFs, everything. It was his job to make sure the Troopers came home. And right now- he was doing a poor, poor job. He scrambled between cover to cover, taking return fire at what he could make out on the ridgeline. One body fell over, tumbling down the mountain. It looked like Stormtrooper armor- but then again, it wasn't a "right now" question. He grit his teeth, pushed himself up with his free hand, and charged forward- the crash site was getting closer and closer. And the intensity of the firefight only ramped up, as the Defenders began to take position.

The Alliance was dug in. Their enemy was on the move.

All in all, it was not a good place to be.

Max Akratonos l Erran Lanith
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[Livia Rehn]

Valor's Edge
Location: FIREBASE KOR
Objective: Reinforce Firebase Kor.
Allies: Raylin Fall Max Akratonos Erran Lanith
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: ???

"War is not chaos—it is the slow, methodical erosion of certainty. The moment one side hesitates, the moment doubt takes hold, the battle is already lost. Victory belongs to those who move forward without question, without fear… without hesitation."

-MUSIC-
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The ground trembled beneath the rhythmic percussion of incoming mortar fire. Firebase Kor was under siege, its defenses holding—barely. From her position near the eastern perimeter, Private Livia Rehn crouched low, pressing herself against the armored barricade as streaks of blaster fire illuminated the night. The distinct thump-thump of repeating blasters reverberated across the compound, punctuated by the sharp snap-hiss of energy weapons exchanging fire in brutal efficiency.

Her grip on her service rifle was firm, steady—controlled. No nervous tremble, no flinch from the concussive shockwaves of detonation. Discipline dictated that she stay focused, absorb the chaos, and act accordingly.

A voice crackled over the comms, raw and urgent through the static interference:

"All units, be advised! Firebase Kor is engaged! Enemy forces on high ground, bearing three-one-four, distance six hundred meters! Infantry closing on our northern perimeter! Repeat—infantry closing! Defensive fire is a priority! Alpha Company, confirm status!"

A second later, her squad leader's voice, Sergeant Kade Hurn, came through with practiced steadiness:

"Alpha Actual to Firebase Command. We are en route, moving through the west access path. Four squads, staggered formation. We'll be in firing range in three mikes. Over."

Livia shifted her stance, eyes flicking to her fireteam. Her squad had taken cover behind a reinforced barrier, rifles trained on the shadowed ridgeline where muzzle flashes flared intermittently. The enemy had picked their approach well—high ground, narrow lanes of advance, and near-total darkness, save for the emergency strobes that flickered weakly amidst the firefight.

Another explosion tore through the compound's western flank, sending a plume of debris skyward.

"Bunker Two is hit! We need reinforcements on the west side, now!"

A moment of static, then the clipped response from Command:

"Negative. Hold position. Alpha Company is moving to engage. ETA two mikes. Set up defensive lines."

Sergeant Hurn motioned sharply with two fingers, signaling her fireteam to move forward. Livia fell in step, rifle raised, movements precise and economical. Each step was deliberate—terrain assessed, cover points noted, fire lanes calculated. They were pushing forward, slotting into the defensive line just as another burst of incoming fire raked the area. The red streaks of blaster bolts carved through the darkness like the fangs of a hunting predator.

Livia's rifle kicked against her shoulder as she fired three quick shots into the distant ridge, suppressing an enemy firing position. The unmistakable thwump of an anti-armor rocket launch sounded from her right; the projectile streaked skyward, trailing smoke before slamming into an enemy position. A column of fire erupted from the impact zone, followed by secondary detonations—ammunition cook-off.

"Target neutralized. Moving up!" a voice reported over the squad net.

Livia stayed silent, keeping her focus on the advancing line.

The ridge was crawling with hostiles, their outlines barely distinguishable in the shifting light of the firefight. Alliance troops were dug in, trading fire from behind makeshift fortifications. It was a grinding, brutal exchange—both sides locked in a contest of will and firepower. The air was thick with acrid smoke and the scent of scorched metal.

"Rehn! On me!" Hurn barked, breaking her focus. She was already moving before he finished the order, falling in step beside him as they shifted positions to reinforce a weakened flank. The sound of movement in her earpiece confirmed Alpha Company's approach.

"Alpha Actual to Firebase Command. We have visual. Engaging now."

From the northern perimeter, fresh waves of Alliance infantry surged forward—Alpha Company had arrived. The sight of reinforcements pressing into the fight sent a renewed burst of adrenaline through the defensive line.

Livia adjusted her stance, bracing against cover as the incoming fire intensified. The battle was far from over, and she had a role to play. No hesitation. No deviation.

Just precision.

Just control.

She was Private Rehn.

 

[Kayla Shan]

Valor's Edge
Location: FIREBASE KOR
Objective: Reinforce Firebase Kor.
Allies: Raylin Fall Max Akratonos Erran Lanith Livia Rehn
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: ???​

Could hear voices crackle low over the comms, her breath just barely steady beneath the sound of detonations echoing through the compound walls. "Little busy today, aren't we." Her tone was clipped, practiced—more to keep herself focused than anything else. She dropped beside a scorched wall, sliding her medpack open with one hand while cradling a wounded soldier's head with the other, fingers slick with blood. "We're getting chewed up out here. Flanks are compromised, comms are dead, and I've already got three burn wounds and a gut shot waiting on triage. So unless you've got a miracle in your pocket, I need you mobile and I need you thinking."


She paused, checking the wounded soldier's pulse, then flicked a stim injector into his thigh. "Whatever this is, it's not a raid. It's a kill op. They knew what to hit and how to hit it. That means we hold, or we get buried." Her voice trembled just slightly at the end—just enough to betray the weight of what she was carrying—but she pushed through it, sealing another wound with a portable bacta patch and shoving the soldier toward the fallback corridor. "For feths sakes, how is a girl supposed to work in conditions like this?"

She cleaned the blood from her hands, and slid her helmet on over her head. One of her corpman raised his head, and asked. "Shan, the hell are you doing?"

She hummed silently to herself as she unslung her rifle, powering up the weapon. "They're taking too long with the wounded, I'm going to go get them." She remarked, moving out of the safety of the improvised shelter, and out into the active warzone.

 

[Raylin Fall]

INCOMING!


FIREBASE KOR, KAAL
Coruscant Standard Time: 1334

Listening and Observation Post 5-14
ALL ALLIANCE FORCES


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It was pure kinetic chaos. His helmet radio was screaming, troopers engage this and that- calling out fires, directing rifle fire. He grit his teeth and pushed forward, the rocks under his feet sliding underneath his boots- blaster fire scraping by him as he pushed his way towards the crash site. He was still combat effective, he could still fight, he was still in it.

Not a single Marine, Soldier or anyone here was going down without a fight. If there was any chance to survive, he'd take it. And that included making sure everyone else came home. He reached the crash site- not too far from his position. Other troopers covered him, while Raylin toiled around the crashed gunship.

Both pilots were dead- one by cannon fire, and the other probably from impact. No pulse and no time to grieve him, Raylin unbuckled the third crewmember, who was out cold but seemingly not too bad off- he'd be sore and cut up, but probably would survive. He checked his pulse and his blood-O2 levels quickly. Stable, for now. Raylin, under cover fire from other troopers, unbuckled him out of the webbing and pulled him from the crash site.

There was a long trek back to base. Raylin was getting old. It was going to hurt. But the man wasn't heavy, no- he was his brother. He repeated that line again, slinging the crewmembers' arm over his shoulder, yanking him up to his feet, and throwing the dead weight over his shoulder. He screamed in pain, and in strain of his body. And Raylin began to run, signaling for the Alliance troopers to retreat. Even with the reinforcement of a platoon roughly, there was still an overwhelming enemy force. If he had to guess- they were up against nearly several companies worth of hostiles.

Raylin's feet were heavy, his legs burned, his back ached. But the safety of the perimeter wall was closer and closer- blaster fire scraped around him. He was close- but the fire was getting intense. He screamed out one simple request-

"FUCKING COVER ME!"

Max Akratonos l Erran Lanith l Livia Rehn l
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