Location: Ossus - Geosynchronous High Orbit | Auril Sector | Outer Rim.
Primary Objective: Seize Control of the Station.
Secondary Objective: Eliminate All Hostiles.
Allies: First Order | [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"]
Opposition: Silver Jedi | [member="Veiere Arenais"]| [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]
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While the various Strike-teams of the First Order were able to make it planetside; by either circumventing the shield projected by the myriad of orbital stations or navigating through the hole’s created by the forceful impact of the particulate planetary debris. There were those that were forced to subject themselves to the more conventional methods of infiltration.
Thus, as the atmospheric lander was bracketed by waves of oncoming defensive fire, the vessel and its deflector grid thereafter shuddered in the twinned sensations of anticipation and agony. Though the skilled pilot’s hands had guided them away from the worst of the point defense weaponry, there were those that weren’t so lucky and had fallen prey to the projected violence of the enemy. The lives of nearly twenty soldiers were snuffed out in a heartbeat as the accompanying craft turned into an expanding cloud of fire and atomized debris. While he couldn’t see them perish by the aetheric sword of the enemy, his suit’s sensorium suite had displayed the sudden loss of life in a cascade of flat-lines ringing atop his visor. Once they had touched down onto the flight deck, he would make those within the shield gate pay for what they had done. Vengeance would be his, no matter the cost.
Weaving through the last remaining waves of defensive fire, the assault lander had made its final approach and slowly began touching down within the sparse hangar. It wasn’t greeted by silence, as the martial might of the First Order had expected; instead, the singular lander was beset on all sides by a sinister force of Xenos creatures, armed with an odd assortment of weapons. Though the weapons they deployed were designed to breach personal shields and whittle down the defenses of those that sought to take what wasn’t rightfully theirs, they encountered some difficulty when the lander’s weakening deflector screen permitted the Stormtrooper’s within to deploy relatively unharmed.
As the assault ramp had smashed into the polished flight deck of the shield gate’s primary hangar bay, the four Stormtrooper’s that were stationed before the Sergeant rushed out into the fray. The first two carried the twinned squadron’s heavy weapons, which were immediately used against the rising tide of Xenos warriors that populated the hangar bay. Crimson sheathed particle bolts were cast in the direction of those creatures that were unlucky enough to find themselves caught in the open. Which, due to the cover sparse hangar bay, meant that the possibility of racking up their kill-counters was higher than average. Whilst the first two heavy gunners began laying down the covering fire, and avoiding the weakening portions of the lander’s deflector screen, the two Troopers that had followed after started setting up their Rampart II shield generators.
Once they were activated, it would project a defensive barrier that would give the soldiers that followed after, the protection they would need to whittle down the enemies numbers and secure this sector of the shield gate as their orbital beachhead.
To ensure that the eventuality of vivification would come to pass, Torian and his fellow Sergeant had ushered the remaining Stormtrooper’s out of the transport’s hold and ordered them to fire at will. Their primary weapons were alien in design, initially brought to the First Order by the influx of Chiss refugee’s that had fled the fall of the One Sith’s tyrannical regime over their homeworld. Policed, and then later repurposed for use by the First Order’s elite militant branch, the Stormtroopers aimed - not with blaster rifles as one would mistakenly believe - but with maser-guided projectile weapons; Which were aptly named, Charric’s in the Chiss tongue of Cheunh. Due to the method of ignition and differing factors regarding the gun’s discharged bolt, it sought to deliver both a thermal and kinetic energy upon impact.
That meant, any of these Xenos creatures that were struck by the precision volley’s cast outwards by the Imperial Stormtroopers, would find themselves having to regain their footing, and any exposed carapace would be scorched beyond the point of recognition. In addition to the dangerous aspects of this weapon, when deployed against the unprotected sections of the enemy, those that found themselves struck on unshielded armour - would find themselves scorched by the coruscating electrical energy that flickered through the impacted area. Though their aim was assisted by their armour’s integrated combat microcomputer, the projected chances that they missed - were rated above average as the processors began fine-tuning their results to predict the path taken by these alien creatures accurately.
As his squad had taken up their firing positions and endured the blistering hail of firepower that was thrown their way, Torian’s gaze was drawn away from the escalating battlefront and was pulled towards the Agent of Sieger he had watched moments before. Her crimson, plasmatic blade danced deftly through the air as it returned the errant bolts that streaked through the transport’s shields. While he had to admit the sight was mesmerizing, it seemed that the movements were less than fluid - marginally slower than he had seen others of her kind perform before this moment. That was when he had recalled a short exclamation from his fellow sergeant as they began setting up their offensive. Several of these Xenos creatures were wearing some strange device on their backs, one that had matched the silhouette of a Ysalamiri harness carried into battle by the hated Galactic Alliance during their long months of the war. It seemed they affected this Agent and deprived her of her powers, leaving her mortal like the rest of them.
When she had spoken, detailing her mission that would take her elsewhere, the Sergeant nodded curtly before she had departed. He didn’t know how to respond to her fanatical zeal, let alone the mention of her mission parameters changing mid-engagement. The man could’ve demanded that she stay, and assist his troopers in clearing out the hangar bay, but such pleas would fall on deaf ears. The Sergeant knew better than to force an Agent of Sieger to obey his commands. They had their purpose, and his men had theirs. He would have to take this section of the shield gate without the support of one of the Supreme Leader’s Knights, and he was certain that the other transports who had managed to weave through the defensive spread would have to do the same. That meant the Eighth Company of the First Legion, was alone amidst the enemy and taking losses. They had to move quickly, then. They had to ensure that their numbers wouldn’t dwindle as this war of attrition began to take its toll on either side of the militant spectrum.
That meant drastic action had to be taken.
So, when the next break in the relentless onslaught had occurred, and the Agent of Sieger had found her chance to break through the withering hail of particle bolts, the twinned squads of Stormtroopers reached behind themselves, withdrawing several of their thermal detonators. Those that had unclasped these devastating grenades primed them with a single depression of the biometrically sealed activation plate and waited for the order to be broadcasted. It would do them little good to fling these devices into the thick of battle like undisciplined wretches, which in turn would allow the enemy to toss them back - making their drastic act little more than pointless. When the projected count atop the crystalline surface of his visor had reached the appropriate threshold, Torian shouted into his squad’s encrypted comms, ordering them to toss their thermal det’s. As they spiraled through the air, the enemy had begun their assault anew - adding to the distraction that may very well be the cause of their doom. When the devices would land, as the combat microcomputer had predicted, there would be little time in which these Xenos creatures could react.
:: Kill for the living! :: Torian barked aloud, allowing his suit’s vocabulator to project his voice across the escalating battle line, and to add further noise to the already deafening percussive chorus.
:: Kill for the dead! :: His warriors answered back, following the lead of their unit commander. They would fight, or they would die. It mattered not what outcome had come to pass. All that did, in the end, was that the blood of the unjustly slain would flow.
