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The stormtroopers searching for survivors never returned. Initial scounts found only the bodies of fallen First Order brethren. A long sigh escaped from Tiland's lips and he leaned back on his boots, stroking his beard. It was unfortunate, this waste of life. The more that governments fought to enact their will and enforce their view of peace, the more untenable that the goal became. Yet, all were too young to see the long-lying truth. No, it was a tragedy of the shortlived that they could not see beyond what lay directly in front of them.
Yet something lurked at the edge of his mind, an image pulled to the forefront by the Force. There were survivors out there, ones in desperate need of assistance. He pulled himself to his feet and leaned on the staff. His guards raised their blasters at the sudden movement. Tiland raised his old, gnarled hands.
"There are others out there," he said, gesturing towards the jungle. "And it is too much a risk for any of you to go find them. I know the ways around the jungle. I will go search for them."
The soldiers paused and he sensed that they were having a conversation over the comlinks. That was fine, he was not concerned by such a thing. He flexed his finger, just barely. "I must go help them." His voice was laden with the Force and they paused.
"You must help them," one of them said after a moment. Both guns were lowered and Tiland hurried off, a gangly old man in grungy robes running across the mud. His staff impacted in the swamp every other step and splashed upwards.
Something pulled him up short. A large ship roared overhead. This one wasn't crashing, but paused some distance off, and he sensed life forms detach themselves from the ship and plunge into the jungle below. Odd. Why would anyone want to do that at this point?
Holding the staff carefully up, he called out to them.
"Hello! Where are you? Are you hurt?"
His words, deep and rich, rolled through the jungle and echoed off the trees.
The Jidai before him may not have sought to actively harm the Sith Lord. A true Jedi, some would think, aiming to meet a common ground. Still, that own sentiment was undermined by her own hypocrisy. One does not have the ability to seek a common ground after being the aggressors and finding that their supposed prey had teeth of their own. Wounded and weakened, the Jedi of the Alliance didn't deserve the right to exist. Not in this galaxy. Not anymore.
Press the attack.
His lightsabre bit into her shoulder, sinking into some layers of flesh, but before he could press the attack, to put an end to her existence, something wrapped around his wrist, restricting him.
Glancing to his arm, he tugged at it to free it, vines already snapping from the strength of the Sith Lord, until more reached and wrapped around his form, restricting his movement.
A pang of panic ran through him.
It's the Force.
He reminded himself, his nose flaring behind the helmet as he breathed in and out, his movements slowed.
This was... To be expected, and his left hand lifted in her direction, maintaining that makeshift sheathe around his wrist, five hydrastaff heads spat out their venom at the Mirialan, globs at her face, and even at the wound at her hip. Not much of a distraction, but if the venom made contact with her bloodstream, she'd be hard pressed to actually fight back against him. Still, the vines gave cause to replace panic with irritation. It wasn't a closed space, but the restricted movement in a closed suit of armour wasn't far off.
While the Nexus itself was a good guide, there was nothing quite as jarring as listening to your own gun being fired elsewhere. The distinctive "BRRRAP" of the JSA-VAR on full-auto was like a magnet, and he instantly bee-lined towards it. The sound of fighting throughout the jungle had grown readily apparent, and so Jak steeled himself for the fight. He flipped off the safety of his rifle, still jogging forward.
Droids swarmed the forest, their normally ungainly structure even further hampered by the swamp and dampness. They turned to face him, and he yelped as they began peppering the air around him with blasterfire. If they were First Order, they would be wonderful target practice. If they were Galactic Alliance, well he'd just have to apologize later.
He grinned and began firing, singing a happy song as he began trashing droids. "Ohhhhh... I'm as happy as a big sunflower, that nods and bends in the breezes..." Four more droids fell, and he yanked down on another group, watching them crush into the swamp. "And my heart is as light as the wind that blows the leaves from off the treeses!" A spray of bullets, and another row of droids fell. He couldn't stop, though - more were coming, and he had to find friends. His ammo wasn't going to last him forever.
Turning back, he headed to the sound of shredding steel and blowing wind. That was probably a good indication.
When he crashed into the clearing, he wasn't entirely sure what was going on. There were shards of durasteel flying left and right, and a nice big bubble of the Force expanding outwards. He braced himself as the bubble washed over him, but it smoothly passed and so he looked to see who was the source of it.
There, at the source of the bubble, were two Light-siders, a man and - well, there was the source of the gunfire. He stepped close, gun down and hand raised. "I see you've put it to good use," he grinned, motioning to the gun in Ever's hand. Turning to the other, one he didn't recognize, he stuck out his hand. "I'm Jak. How can I help?"
Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] (indirectly) \\ [member="Veino Garn"] (indirectly) \\ [member="Tanaski Yumi"] Allies In Vicinity: [member="Samka Derith"] \\ [member="Elensa Jari"] \\ [member="Kayrce"] \\ [member="Rolf Amsel"] Equipment:Lightwhip \\ Armour
A small finger of light slashed through the murk ahead, the artificial glow in stark contrast to shafts of sunlight that pierced through the canopy above. Crimson eyes wrinkled against the pervasive stench of the bog as well as a slight tinge of dissatisfaction as the small handlight announced their presence to anyone nearby as much as it illuminated the path before the trio. A small smile tugged on the corners of her mouth as Ara watched the serpent slowly winding about Samka’s lithe form, the violet-haired Master seemingly unperturbed by the predator and its machinations. Instructions were given and followed, a small test for the disciple in their midst even amount the muck and mud, the young Hapan tapping into the power around them, the merest taste of the gifts the hostile planet had to offer for those strong enough to take it.
The Zambrano left them to their moment, her thoughts lost to the swirling mists and echoing calls of the natural predators lurking amongst the silt and moss. A shiver rolled down her spine as the strength of another's thoughts pressed against her defenses, the natural immunity of her Epicanthix blood keeping his presence at bay until her curiosity won out. Letting him in, a dark chuckle rolled across her lips as the image of a swamp creature, covered in peat moss and grime, vaguely humanoid in shape and yet, not, rose before her, a spectre in the marsh.
Who dares disturb the guardian? None but the swamp grass and the tree roots may come. Be gone, two-leggeds. Your kind does not belong.
Eyes narrowed and lips pursed in consideration, her mind sealed against his touch once again, the threadbare and weak voice efficiently locked away. This was not the oppressive presence of the Dark nexus lurking deeper within the swamp, a haunting call that echoed in her core. Nor did it exhibit the painful domineering she had felt once before from a mind steeped in power, such as [member="Sieger Ren"] ‘s. Whether a guardian of the bog or a construct, he was easily dismissed from her mind as a gnat would be to a lion. He would prove himself a barrier to their passage or he would dissipate into the muck from whence he came.
Crimson eyes swept across the protruding darkness, shadows and lights dancing across her vision as she advanced, content that Samka and Elensa would follow the trail she knew the disciple would pick out on her own. There was little to mask the energies guiding them deeper into the law of the fetid marsh, every step taken a harsh sound of the viscous liquid clinging to the leather wrapped foot and ankle, the strain sending a thrill of fire through her partially healed kneecap.
A constant drone buzzed about her ears, a softly rolling tidal wave of sound growing in strength until it eclipsed all sound, a wall of negative space blooming before her mind's eye. Confusion came first, until the whine of mechanics and clink of metal against metal rectified itself against the jungle’s song.
”What a waste…”
A semi-circle of droids marched before them, their bronze armour blindingly visible against the muted tones of Dagobah, a target if ever there was one. A small smile curved up, the Arch-Queen far more suited to this environment in her darks fabrics, all but a shadow against the warm air currents. Power swelled, the water churning around her feet angrily as she called to it, demanding its obedience with skills long unused. A quick flash of her palms and the water rose in a wave, brackish and coated in slime, racing toward the first line of defense cutting off their path. Crashing into the wall of automatons, sparks brought the fetid landscape to life in a blinding aurora, the screams of dying droids music upon her ears. Yet still, there were more.
Crashes. Always crashes, "y'know with the amount of money you people make in taxes, you'd think you'd have found a way to train your pilots better." Mishel had knelt down in the swamps, and picked at the dead Galactic Imperial stormtrooper's body. "But man, did you come with some sweet loot dude." She fished off a blaster from him and to his companion, "shiny oh good slug thrower, that'll be good don't think any of my brothers and sisters has figured out how to dodge a slug yet." She looked overhead where the streak of flame and smoke had once been troop transports were going down, and fast. "Seriously, if I thought you guys were bad, those are First Order transporters."
"We're the First Order, we're not evil promise as we gas innocents on Skor, woooo yeah." Mishel scoffed, "totes remember that also Jedi didn't exactly me there either."
As she stood up and looked around the swamps that were littered with the dead she felt a pull at the force, "well, well, well ... dead woman walking."
Mishel could feel [member="Ara Zambrano"]'s aura within the force and not too far, the strange one [member="Elensa Jari"], and of course one she could not mistake if her life depended on it. "Master of puppets holding my strings and telling me lies..." [member="Samka Derith"]. There was a grin on the young rogue padawan's face, "let's get this over with..."
Grabbing one of the dead Imperials she dragged his body a bit and marched through the marsh, [member="Veino Garn"] would surely feel the mixed aura of light and dark just as well as anyone. The smell of ship wreckage and death in the swamp only matched the way it felt Mishel thought. "Dreary, dead and deader." She looked at the limp stormtrooper, "like you, but don't take it so hard, you're doing a great job sweetie." As a companion that couldn't talk back. The scouting pack still on her back as she crossed the fetid swamp with what felt like an age of walking, unknowingly she ended up a little further ahead from the trio of Ren. She dragged the dead body as to set him up so that it looked like he was waving or pointing, maybe just pointing. Mishel herself ambled up into the tree top, and just in time to watch her sister Ara beat the living daylights out of some autos.
Mishel clapped, she sat at the edge of a branch, ahe put a hand up to signal them to stop whatever actions of deathjuju they were about to inflict on her. "Now before you literally rip me into so many pieces that they're not even gonna be able to clone my beautiful face back to life." She put her hands together, "just man Sister Ara that that was totes amazing, you know you're lookin' great for a dead lady."
"Can I just say it does wonders for your complexion, also, also did you know that there's a new line of makeup called 'wake me up inside' it's this awesome concealer, and," she snapped her fingers and got down from the branch with the agility and grace of a catdog. Which only meant she stumbled a bit, "man I thought that was gonna be smoother, anyway, there's this eyeshadow that goes with it that's called 'can't wake up because a Jedi stabbed me in the gut'."
"Oh, hey fam." She waved at Samka, "listen about L-49, I'd say I'm sorry about not going there when I was told but listen. I've told no one about our little cult of father Seiger, and I just, I don't know I wanna explore the galaxy without being a broody teenager. Also, I kind of want to be a Jedi which yes means you probably have to kill me now. I just, before you do that though, I just wanna say... I uh, well. Well, you were like the first person I saw when I got out of the tank and so you mean a lot to me. But I know you, you don't really have sentiments or attachments, but yeah and oh-" Mishel's eyes finally landed on Elensa, "oh dang, you're cute."
Cleared her throat, "right game face, so, man what a place to run into you guys right? I mean, do y'all come to Dagobah often or are you here to see the Cave of Ebil, because man - what would three darksiders be doing here otherwise." She looked between the three of them, "so can you just step that way." She gestured for Elensa to side step, "cause when I get my arschloch handed to me here in about three seconds, I don't wanna get my blood all over you cause you are just... You're really cute."
She peeled her eyes away from the blonde and to the violet-haired woman, and the older brunette, "okay, now you can kick my arse."
Enemies: Ara, Samka & Elensa (Engaging Directly) Allies: Veino Garn, [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Spencer"] Varanin, [member="Tanaski Yumi"], [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] Objective: Death Do Me Parted.
Veino stood there beneath the tree, eyes half-closed. He sensed the message and its responses. One was cautious, perhaps even. One was arrogantly dismissive and the other dismissive, yet not quite as arrogantly. Interesting. It was the first that would be the most dangerous. Other things, dark as night lingered near his senses. Yet, there was something curiously different as well. Something, someone, torn between Light and Dark. Interesting. He closed his mind off from the broadcast and stepped away from the tree.
The swamps nearby had been marked on their information systems as a way of better navigating. He knew which ones were passable and which ones were not, where the ground was secure and where it was false. Such data was good to know. Letting the moss fall back against the trunk, he slipped forward through the trees, hardly more than a phantom in the mist.
Yet the cave rejected its presence. It was aware of him. More importantly, while it predated the Jensaarai themselves, it could tell that there was influence of both Sith and Jedi. Yet more infuriating, he walked the path of the Jedi and not the Sith. Its voice whispered and hissed against his mind, but it could not penetrate the walls that he had built around his mind over the years. Being an empath had its advantages as well as its drawbacks.
A voice drifted through the fog and he paused, following the Force to hone in on its voice. Sounded like a woman. No, he shook his head, that wasn't right. More of a girl than a woman still. She was scared, it seemed, and hiding it beneath bravado.
Ah, the rashness of youth. Nothing could really match it. He strode forward more hurriedly now until he stepped into their midst. His gray cloak still lay draped over his form, blurring his outlines from human to vaguely human and larger than life. Perhaps not even quite real. It reminded him of the Netherworld when he had been stranded there. Perhaps that was the thing about Dagobah. It was so strong in the Force that it was nearly like the Netherworld itself.
"Go." His spoke, voice low and cutting through the mist. "There is nothing for you here."
He kept his Force presence dispersed and hidden through the world. It was one thing to be challenged. It was another thing to learn that they faced a Master in the Light, especially rather unexpectedly. His hand wrapped around his lightsaber hilt and detached it from his belt, but kept it deactivated for now.
Location: Tercel-class Heavy CruiserBlack Sword, near Dagobah Objective: Ready for battle Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] (Admiral Nai)(directly coordinating with), [member="Mazik Stanzi"], Cathul Thuku, Tristram Vos, Qymaen sil Jurai, Galactic Alliance, CIS, Silver Jedi Enemies: [member="Hogrum Veed"] (Directly engaging), First Order, Galactic Empire remnants
Gir eyed the holo-projector intently, watching the progress of the battle and waiting for just the right moment to enter the battle. Almost a half dozen First Order warships reverted out of hyperspace. Gir stroked his chin as he zoomed the holoprojector to focus in on the ships of Junior Captain [member="Hogrum Veed"]. Gir regarded them curiously, half-expecting more ships to drop out of hyperspace, or see them to advance to support the embattled First Order cruiser being hammered at by Admiral Thuku. Yet the ships did not advance into the world's gravity well, causing Gir to speculate that they were holding their position to either act as a security cordon for eventual withdrawal, or like him, were waiting for just the right moment to enter the fray. His comm headset produced a brief chiming noise, announcing that he had received an electronic message from Admiral Nai. He briefly reread it. Makes sense to batter them now before they can do much to enter the fight...He turned his attention to the ship's helmsman.
"Plot a course to intercept the FIV Devastator and relay that course to the Crestrunner, Hound, and Thorn. You may take us in once they confirm course."
"Aye sir."
Captain Waters ambled over to stand next to him by the holo-projector, "Attacking the enemy reinforcements?"
Gir nodded as he studied the enemy vessels, "We are but one element of the attack. It looks to be a slugging match though."
"That's what we do best," said the woman.
"But not our smaller ships," mused Gir, "well, the Crestrunner can at least endure it."
"You'll think of something sir."
"But first I need the enemy to start thinking of other things."
The man from Hast highlighted one of the smallest vessels present in the First Order fleet, a dagger-shaped vessel labelled as Machete on his tactical holo. A cursory glance over the vessel gave him a rough idea of its capabilities, though just by the ship's unusual dark tinge, he could already tell that it was reflec-coated. Not an ideal long-range target, but it'll work for our purposes...He tapped several more buttons on his console, designating the escort frigate as the task force's primary target. As the Directorate warships swung around Dagobah, using the world's own gravity to further accelerate their flanking attack on the First Order ships, dozens of mass driver cannon batteries on the Black Sword, Hound, and Thorn began to fire out hundreds of shells towards the Machete. From a distance, they appeared to be simple solid slugs speeding haphazardly towards the enemy fleet. As dumb weapons, they would have had little chance of accurately hitting anything at that range. But as the shells neared the enemy fleet, the shell's saboted exterior peeled away to reveal unactivated, starfighter-grade concussion missiles. The weapons quickly ignited their engines, surging towards the Machete from disparate angles. Amid that sudden, if brilliant light show, dozens more plasma energy torpedoes and Firelance-class Torpedoes from the same ships began to converge on the escort frigate. If the Directorate gunners had timed the launches right, all of these warheads would all be arriving at around the same time in effort to overwhelm the ship's point defenses by sheer numbers. Whether or not that would be successful would be a whole different matter. Gir watched a bright flare light up near the Machete as one missile prematurely exploded.
"You think that we caught their attention?" quipped the aging woman.
"We'll find out soon enough," said Gir, not bothering to look up at the woman.
Instead, he continued to rapidly punch in commands dictating their own approach formation and contingency orders. The Black Sword took point, with the Hound and Thorn closely hugging each side of the vessel's stern, while the Crestrunner occupied a position hugging the heavy cruiser's dorsal surface near its stern. By keeping his smaller vessels close to his temporary flagship, he could provide them with protection by extending the heavy cruiser's double-layered shields and the Black Sword's own considerable mass. Yet that this formation wouldn't be suited for the close-quarters combat that he soon expected that they'd soon enter.
-Task Force Black Sword begins gravity-slingshot maneuver to flank Captain Veed's ships
-Black Sword, Hound, and Thorn use their Rhongomyniad-class Mass Driver cannons to launch saboted, starfighter-grade concussion missiles at the Machete
-Same ships use general purpose launchers to fire Firelance-class Torpedoes and Plasma Energy Torpedoes at Machete
-Warheads timed to arrive at the Machete around the same time in an attempt to overwhelm point defenses by sheer numbers
-Task Force Justice assumes arrowhead formation as described in post
Tana soon received word about the FOSB preparing for combat, if push came to shove he'd fall back and assist in the deference or other operation, but for now he was keeping an eye on the group of Ren and troopers advancing, gauging their strength, seeing who was the weakest, perhaps pick a few troopers off before hand, cause some early casualties. Alas such would not happen as the sound of blaster fire echoed through the swamp, red blaster fire zooming in the direction of the Ren as some battles droids appeared from under the draping vines that enveloped the area. The bronze armored B1s trudging through the swampy enviroment with apparent ease, even if the water slowed their servos down a little, still whatever thread they posed was soon proved to be null as one of the decimated the front group with a powerful force pushes, 'possible master or Ren, high possibility the others where disciples or knights of some sort'.
What came next though was rather a surprise, a woman, using a dead storm-trooper for comedic purposes clapping at the Rens display, proceeding to go on some odd family like reunion stunt? When it came to humor Tana could agree it was comedy gold and all, but the relationship between the Ren and the other woman was, very strange to say the least, but then again would probably be something he'd do himself in such a situation, like if he ever bumped into Kyrel Ren ever again, though attaining a dead body on the fly may prove to be a bit hard. Either way it appeared as though this was a more personal matter, getting even more confusing when yet another force user entered the vicinity, both him and the woman emanating grayish force signatures, besides it was high time Tana reported back to the Gemander, orders where orders and getting into a fight like this would be going against them.
As silently as he had arrived Tana slipped away into the shadows once more, the tree bark cracking under foot as the Jin made a quick getaway back towards Master [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and his com-link listing the master new meet up location, perhaps Tana would be able to direct them towards the group of Ren, that is if they where not already engaged in battle of some sort. Drawing closer the smell of smoke and burnt plant life wafted through the air the sound of blaster fire echoing around the trees, a fire fight and from the sound it was two way, meaning two sides shooting at each other not some beast, and if Yuroic was there that meant a fight, with who though?
Coming to the clearing Tanas brown gaze set upon a woman, a solider from the looks of thing engaging some First Order troopers, Yuroic himself not far behind, the man drawing his sabre, almost tripping along the way, earning a small chuckle from the young Jin, 'join the fight or stay in the shadow, hmmmm'. At the moment it looked like the Alliance troops were outnumbered and with now way of knowing how long until [member="Marl"] and the rest showed up Tana reasoned it would be best to join the fight ass it. Jumping down from the tree line, the Shinobi looking warrior unsheathed the two vibro blades ;landing a few feet behind the Gemander, "Do you require assistance Master Xaraic"?
Location: Dagobah Atmosphere Allies: [member="Nuuc Lapt"] | Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="The Major"] | First Order Objective: Probe First Order ships and protect ground assets
"Get your squad behind it and target missile systems. Those will be a bigger threat to your fighters than its turbolasers," her captain had said, catching the pilot's attention.
"Got it covered, boss," Airi said as she twirled recklessly over the canopies in her MRF-1, pulling up so that she could assume the frontmost position of her squad as they formed around her. "Caz, Rex, break formation and head for the rear, you're on missile systems detail. Luca, they'll be your cover. Make it quick and make it count. The rest of you will follow me and keep their attention up front."
"You're a woman after my own heart, Airi," Rex chuckled in delight as she and Caz broke off from her flanks. Luca broke a moment later, swerving his bomber above and behind them.
"Yeah, yeah..." Airi muttered in return. "Who wants to take pot shots at the ground troops while we wait?" Her starfighter's nose dipped down just barely so as to not break formation as opened fire for a few seconds on First Order troops, watching the ripple she had created with the rest of the fighters in her squad around her as they followed suit. It may not have hit anything, but it was still fun.
Chaos had rained all over the swamp. Blaster fire being all over the air, the dark side palpable, it's raw strength fueling the power of the Ren and their Sith companion. Varas's skill with controlling such beasts such as the reptile she was controlling dominating its will with her own. It was so beautiful it was like she was the puppet master and the beast merely the one held by the marionette. It was glorious but with the Jedi coming towards them shooting what looked to be a variant of Force Lightning from his fingertips Kyrel could only raise his saber to block absorbing it's power within the blade, laughing as he kept his blade raised. 'These fools never learn... Surrounded by darkness and those that answer it's call will not help their odds.. In the end, it only ends in there destruction.' He said gazing at the downed Dropship hearing the agent's cries for help as the woman who he was aiming for with the debris had not only managed to evade the pieces, but also the powerful force blast as well.
This was irritating him, if they do not save the agent then they would have no choice but to kill her. He preferred not to do that but would not allow the inner workings of the Order to be known. Not to these murderers, traitors, and thieves that had dared to have hidden under the guise of a government that had only brought pain and despair to the galaxy. Clenching his teeth in anger, his skin pale, veins showing, eyes as fiery and red as the infernos of Chaos itself. The saber feeding his desire for destruction, his insatiable need to kill to wipe out his enemy grew within him, but he dared not to give in to the saber berating himself. 'hnngh.. I am in control you are not... By Sieger's will... I will not allow Rabble to have this' He said to himself clenching the saber tightly even calming himself as he looked around to his enemies.
Battle droids being tossed and flung around, pleas for help falling on deaf ears as the fight grew more chaotic and in that moment Kyrel's focus shifted to his daughter who had freaked out over leaches to which his voice boomed into her mind angrily. 'Foolish Child!! Focus... Such a simple distraction can be fatal and if you allow the agent to be captured by the enemy then you will face more then my wrath and in the end, will leave you begging for death... Do not fail.' He said as if he would skin her alive himself, but underneath the angry tone had only allowed a small inkling of compassion and concern shown for his daughter teaching her a lesson and trying to keep her alive at the same time.
He then gazed at the Jedi and the soldier, considering his options were few and far between with the advancement of more reinforcements even another Jedi Knight, the trio had to act quickly lest they wish for the enemy to gain a key asset. That would be something that Kyrel would not allow. He drew upon the darkness that was all around him, only continuing his desire to kill and rage in the process. The darkness felt as if it sucked his soul but in doing so had granted promises of power and felt a feeling akin to what he could only describe as liquid fire. A sensation so dark and haunting yet so warm and comforting that he had only craved it more and what it had to offer.
He saw Therran attempt to lift the massive dropship, only slowly lifting it to which Kyrel finally knew what to do. After seeing another being entered the fray, he had extended out with his left hand drawing from the darkness both within and without to grant him even more power and strength, as his skill with Telekinesis was more advanced than any of the Ren in the Order having started from a time where he had to teach himself the ways of the dark side. He concentrated extending his hand open-palmed, Imagining the ship in his mind with ease with the combined power of both dark siders and the endless wellspring of darkness they had to draw from, Gritting his teeth from the weight he struggled at first but with his burning rage, and the power that he had and was drawing from, in a moment the dropship was launched in the air by both dark siders towards their enemies, allowing Emilia to get out of the way with Kyrel saying coldly. "Only in darkness shall we prevail and shall witness the dying of the light."
So the Order were at full scale war with the Alliance as well. She wasn’t privy to the thoughts of higher men, the ones who made the decisions of where to send the clones, of where to fire the blasters, but she had to think that maybe the Empire had just found itself the bridge needed to secure an official alliance with their so called ‘big brother’. “If you’ve secured a blockade then?” She thought of the map in her head, of the supply routes she had forced to remember during the many briefings. Dagobah was insignificant, but it was also a sneaky pass-by the main route to the Alliance’s southern territories. “You’re cutting them off. Piece by piece.” “Good plan.” Rhun muttered as he like Kayrce was handed one of the order rifles, it was lighter then expected.
The trio had moved to the downed shuttle, inspecting the wreckage and trying to get what they could from the crash site, which turned out to be no more then a few detonators. However the pressure of the nearby Alliance presence made them move quickly and soon they were among the trees once more following the sounds and lights of scattered battle.
Occasionally Kayrce would try to get some form of message out across the encrypted channels, each time answered with garbled static. It was a pain, but she knew as long as the static had a certain frequency it was being responded to, perhaps by another team experiencing the same thing as them.
The mood was clearly getting darker as they headed forward, like shadows that followed their minds rather then their eyes. Yet they had no time to dwindle upon it, already the sounds of the swamp had started to be replaced with louder flurries of blaster fire and shouting that was less muffled by the fog. Kayrce felt her fingers grip the blaster tighter, if the closest contact was Alliance…
Location: Nearing the Force Nexus along with the Ren and FO that are there. Mission: Pick up CIS troops who assisted in the defense against the Galactic Empire - Clean up hostiles from GA space Allies: GA, GA allies and the CIS Enemies: No immediate enemy; Approaching the Force Nexus, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Varas Kyrel"] and [member="Therran Graush"] (FO troops)
With each trooper he felled, each step he took, the general could feel his desire for battle soaring. While the troopers posed no immediate threat, their feeble armor and simple perspectives, unable at times to cope with the sight they beheld in the hulking general's form, he knew there was something more behind them deeper in the swamp. And his intent was no less ablaze as he began to hear the sounds of droids being tossed about with relative ease.
"Go ahead, find them and stall them," the general boomed through his voice modulator as he watched the Magnaguards pick up their pace and begin to hurry more swiftly into the swamp towards their potential prey. The super battle droids in the general's direct command remained at his side, however, as he continued to press his advance. "Do not kill them, that honor belongs to me."
With that said, and the appearance of another small pod of First Order soldiers, the general again brandished his sabers to cut down his opposition mercilessly. Each stroke left behind cauterized wounds across limbs and body not as a spectacle but a warning to any who approached from behind. Some were far more capable than the common soldier, their deaths or miraculous survival nothing short of a boring spectacle, yet were still unable to hinder the cyborg general's advance.
As he cleared a patch of bog and trees, the swamp proving treacherous to his contingents, he could see the likes of a craft being lifted from the swampy waters. His eyes searched, glancing across fallen trees and fog ridden foliage, intent on finding the source of the power behind the feat. He cared not what his droids did, what they fired at or what they accomplished. His attention fixed solely upon two figures as he approached what he presumed to be enemies. ([member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Therran Graush"]) He traced them out of the darkness followed by a third as his path took him on a different and wide path.
One better covered, with a better vantage point.
He had come upon them in vulnerability, it would seem. He saw quickly ahead of him that the magnaguards had begun their approach, one at a time, a woman ([member="Varas Kyrel"]) and the man closest to her ([member="Kyrel Ren"]) brandishing their elctrostalves and moved as quietly as he could in slow approach. Were he to catch them by surprise in minutes absence of his wanton slaughter of the First Order troops he intended to cut them down swiftly.
His only move beyond making a careful approach, profiting off the sound of the electrostalves been whirled and wielded by his magnaguards, the general split his arms to four and engaged an additional set of lightsabers. Their light would be a beacon, but one likely noticed too late.
With the presence of numerous more droids approaching the position, they would have blaster fire, electrostalves and his sabers to contend with.
Summary of Actions
Sent both Magnaguards to approach Kyrel and Varas while battle droids continued to approach their position. Qymaen "Grievous" engaged two additional lightsabers in four armed mode while he continued his approach.
LOCATION:Fort Nemo, Dagobah OBJECTIVE: Search and repel Imperial enemies in the swamps ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance and allies - [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Ever Dawnracer"] ENEMIES: The First Order and allies in vicinity
Stephanie cocked her head to the side as the Alliance Commander [member="Aryn Teth"] spok. She was glad to have some of the Silvers she knew around as well as the Ranger unit. As the humidity and dank atmosphere of the planet seemed to sink around them and absorb into their skin, Stephanie unbuttoned the collar of her undershirt as the instructions were relayed.
Without wasting time, they broke off and formed up together. Imperial hunting and ensuring they formed a strong wall between them and the Alliance hold-up.
Asaraa spoke up with her direct and assured plan of action, which roused the others around her.
"Sounds good to me," she said as her boots squelched gently in the murky bog. "Stick together, move forward and fan out. We use the environment to our advantage and if need be move in standard two by two cover formation."
She smirked at Marl giving his rough n’ ready orders to the Rangers. Looking around, she heard the order from [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] come through Asa’s com.
"There we go. We’ll move out towards - " Stephanie stopped and turned her head, arm out. "Listen. "
The sounds of dropships tearing through the jungles and crash landing. Heavy blaster fire. Haunting echoes of synthesised voices echoing through the trees. Stephanie snapped her head to Asa and the others. The First Order had arrived.
"Fan out! Head to Yuroic!"
She waved her hand to some of the Rangers. It was a sweeping blanket manoeuvre across their position to reach Yuroic to prevent anything or anyone passing them whilst reaching their ally to assist him.
Objective: Oversee GA and Allied Fleet Movements, Defend Orbit
Glancing to the tactical holomap to her left, Admira Nai noted the arrival of several more First Order vessels with a thin smile. It was about time more of them showed up. She had begun to feel insulted by the idea that the First Order had grown so bloated with arrogance that they had though so few ships would have been sufficent for their assault. Of course, this now meant that they had to rethink matters. They now held a numerical advantage in terms of ships fielded. However, that advantage was largely negated by the presence of the Doaba-class defense stations in orbit.
"Admiral, we have reports from the surface that several First Order capital ships were sighted." Her eyebrows knitted in thought as she wondered just when that had- Ah. She smiled to herself as she thought back to the sensor readings from the Lothal. When its shields had flared abruptly, there was some concern that perhaps some new weapon was being fielded against them. However, if the First Order had been so foolhardy to attempt to jump ships directly into the atmosphere of such a chaotic place... Nevermind the nature of the idea, what was done was done. That simply presented a new problem. "Contact the Hammarström. Tell them they have First Order targets in the atmosphere. Hunt them down with extreme prejudice."
Since the First Order had decided to escalate the situation, pressing the field with capital ships, Admiral Nai felt obligated to respond in kind. It was time then to shift the tempo of the battle. As the shields flared from strikes, she reached out and gave a few taps to select comm channels. "Captain Fallaxia, Knight One, Saber One; this is the admiral. Priority targets incoming. Sunrise." That Dagobah would suffer another attack was not a question of probability. Within an hour of the Galactic Empire's retreat from the system, she had convinced HIGHCOM that the system was still under threat. If a blockade of the Hydian Route was to be successful, Dagobah had to fall. If the Galactic Empire could not manage that, the First Order would strike.
So if the question was not a matter of if, but when, then matters simply became how to prepare. More ships were on route from various points around the Galactic Alliance, rallying in Eriadu before moving to the system. Once they arrived, they would have been able to hold the system without question. But until then it was vulnerable, but it was possible to plan around that. Since she viewed continued aggression from the First Order as the more probable, Admiral Nai had elected to make contingencies to prepare for them. One of them, Sunrise, called for certain personnel to be held in reserve until the battle was underway.
After the Galactic Empire's assault, the debris had been an easy way to conceal additional forces. From behind the damaged shipyard, hidden within its sensor shadow, amongst Captain Fallaxia's group, a Nebulon B9 rose above the floating debris. Its presence had been a particular inclusion of Admiral Nai's, as she had plans for it. At the same time as she gave the command, a signal was sent throughout the Alliance fleet, signifying the start of their counterattack. Dagobah was their stand against the First Order. If it was to be lost to them, they would ensure that the First Order's advance was so blunted it could no further. "We have the signal, Admiral."
"All hands; brace for forced reversion. Helm, jump us." Resting a hand on the holotable, Admiral Nai watched as the ship began to pull forward and angle towards the right. Their vector seemed to take them straight across the front of the First Order line. There was an opening, a gap in their lines, and she exploited it. The stars suddenly elongated and the ship began to jump into hyperspace- before almost immediately being yanked back into realspace by the present of the artificial gravity well projected by the Nebulon B9. They had not moved far, but they hadn't needed to jump far. Rather than have the First Order at their fronts, they now had themselves against their backs. "Helm, bring us about. All batteries; fire on their engines. Signal Captain Fallaxia; have her keep as many First Order ships in the gravity well as she can. Order all reserve fighters to engage the First Order ships. "
Admiral Thuku should have made a jump with similar results, but there was no time to ensure that her command had been followed. Althought the heaviest cannons could not be brought to bear immediately, the rest of their armaments were not quite so restricted. Octuple batteries swiveled as far as they could, blasting fire at the First Order's flanks as soon as targets presented themselves. "All missile bays; fire on the marked targets." One group of First Order vessels had wisely shifted their particle shields to double forward, no doubt an attempt to blunt the impact of the hypervelocity cannons. Had she not had the means to execute such a clean jump to their rear, it would have undoubtedly been a wise move. Now it would haunt them. Hull plating slid away, revealing racks of missiles. A weapon for knife-fighting ranges, the racks rapidly began expending their missiles at the designated targets while flak cannons began to mass fire on the vulnerable engines. The escort cruisers, while not carrying as heavy a payload as the Noble-class, followed suit.
They had been run out of L-49, but not all who fled were broken. They had retreated further into their own space, but not every step back had been out of fear. They had chosen Vero as the system they consolidated themselves in, and yet they were still in Dagobah. Much like how the Galactic Empire had found the fetid swamps of Dagobah to be a dangerous quagmire, so too had the system been selected to lure the First Order into making a mistake. As starfighter squadrons began to spill from ship and station, it was clear that there was still quite a bit of fight left in the Galactic Alliance.
Galactic Alliance 9th Fleet, Defense Flotilla Azure Star
Name: ANS Unto the Breach Class: Horn-class Escort Cruiser Shields: 85% Hull: 98% Target: FIV Lochaber
Name: ANS Once More Class: Horn-class Escort Cruiser Shields: 89% Hull: 99% Target: FIV Navaja
Allies: [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Sol Stazi"], Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="FN-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="The Major"], The First Order, Galactic Empire remnants
Location: In Atmosphere
Objective: Hunt of the Red October First Order capital ships
The clouds shifted ominously on Dagobah, as if projecting all the chaos and rage of the unfolding battles back upon the surface. Ghosts of shapes turned over in those clouds, ominously moving to and fro with the tides of battle. As one frigate from the First Order moved and discharged reinforcements to their forces, a larger shadow began to move. The electrical disruptions disrupted sensors and made accurately targeting any vessel almost a nightmare. But it did not concern itself with such matters. A squadron of X-Wings suddenly flew over the swamps, firing at any targets they could find. Gunships moved to reinforce beleagured Alliance positions while more fighters swarmed over the surface. Aboard the bridge of the ANS Hammarström, Captain Viktoria watched the shifting clouds with almost unnerving intensity. Somewhere, out there, were First Order frigates. "Keep watch on the clouds. Coordinate with local UNICOM forces; isolate sightings of these ships and bring us against them. I will not have them steal away on our planet without so much as a challenge."
"Send it," Amaya ordered she stood aboard the HVS Kirehe, in tow were gunships and dropships all here to assist the Galactic Alliance. Admiral Nai ( [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] ) had placed the call for aide when the Galactic Empire had invaded. Amaya brought ships to Naboo to prepare but given the travel from Concord Dawn they were unable to make it then, thankfully - the First Order seemed to be ready to strike where it's ally could not. Allowing the Daughter of Isley Verd an opportunity to help, Admiral Nai would receive word that Clan Verd would be lending a hand on this day, "ask the Admiral where she wants us, and to give us a target." The Kirehe was slower than the others, the Saveas were at the point with the Tangata dropships not too far behind. [member="Dorn Skirata"] would get a ping informing him of Mandalorian reinforcements and a question of where he wanted them to be placed. Auli'i gunships escorted the Kirehe but would soon peel off and take a few Tangata's to Tatooine which would be the last destination on this run.
The Kirehe hummed as it traversed the hyperlanes en route to Dagobah proper. Amaya stood on the bridge clad in beskar'gam the symbols of her clan on either pauldron, helmet tucked under her arm. "Dispatch, send a message to my father, we shall join him on Tatooine once we're done here."
"Of course."
"Open a channel to our vode," she instructed and when she was given the signal, "vode an, let us heed the call for help, we remember the injustice at the Galactic Empire served to us on Myrkr. Let us impart this to their brothers, just as they imparted their war to our lands. Let us remind these schuttas just where they are, first Dagobah and then Tatooine."
A resonating chorus of chants and war cries as the Mandalorians of Clan Verd were on their way.
Poodoo: it's clear by now that, in the Metharian Nebula's aftermath, the First Order's supply of pilots is stretched dangerously thin: this is a textbook example of what can go wrong when you place a TIE fighter pilot in a capital ship's helm console, Cathul thought, while the Carousel crashed against the Lothal at lightspeed, with streaks of blue light flashing where the enemy frigate collided against it. While the Carousel was disintegrating in that fashion, the particle shields not taking a whole lot of damage in the collision proper, the surprises became all the more unpleasant with the debris rocking the ship and even taking Cathul off the command console, falling flat on her lekku. And the particle shields of the carrier weren't entirely drained, nor did they fail, but they certainly did take a beating. And yet, FLEETCOM feeds reported several movements: [member="Lokthra Dawning"] was radioing in that she was commencing her operation against the Major and also Admiral Nai was moving to engage Charlotte Reed, but before doing so, Nai left orders to microjump on Robogeber's aft. Precisely what she wanted to do earlier, but later, and also a very similar maneuver compared to what she did in the Ison Corridor. Meanwhile, the two squadrons nevertheless braved the flash in order to get their ordnance reloaded with more cluster missiles: shooting down enemy landing craft was heavy on ammunition.
"Damage report!" she ordered, still trying to get back up on her feet.
"Quick! Our sensor technician has fainted! Also, the particle shield chief is reporting similar symptoms" the chief engineer shouted, with a tone that suggests a critical condition. "Get a medic down here!"
"We're being hailed" the communications officer reported, while the patient was laying on the floor.
"Patch it through"
"Admiral, my sensors detect an unknown First Order ship in a fleet I'm about to engage, sending sensor readings now. Have you heard of such a vessel?"
"Negative, Lokthra" she answered to her. "Keep hunting the First Orderers down there"
"All units, stand by for microjumping behind Robogeber! We have just seen what can bad flying do, so make sure you're not flying directly through any of the targets!" Carmen ordered, prior to making said microjump.
While the three capital ships were making the microjump, Cathul realized that she was dealing with the classical symptoms of a heart attack, with the sensor technician's coronary arteries being clogged. Ouch, this is what happens when you are the go-to person for first aid in the CIC: thank the Force for Carmen. But I have to do something; I'm not placed in command of Therapy Command for nothing - in medvac, medical care is the hallmark of what makes medvac, well, medvac, she thought, while attempting the Force-powered equivalent of an angioplasty, with the clot being steadily dissolved as the clot is being crushed, ground down to the molecular level, and the implications for the blood flow in the patient's heart muscle, which was steadily returning, but rehabilitation is in order for that sensor technician after the battle is over, provided the patient survives the battle. Meanwhile, the particle shield chief was being brought to the sickbay to get treatment, which was always risky to perform in battle, but that was emergency medicine for you. And the treatment was not yet over for the poor sensor technician that the microjump was already over, reverting over realspace, aft of Robogeber. He will then have the unpleasant surprise of being hit from behind.
"Repeat!" Carmen ordered to the gunnery crews. "Concrete Column squadron, drop heavy plasma bombs on the Stamina, Powerleveling squadron, drop heavy plasma bombs on the Allegiance, tractor beam operators, commence tractoring in the Bravery and draw it towards the Allegiance!"
"Roger, roger" the heavy tractor beam operator acknowledged, while locking on to the Bravery.
"This is Concrete Column Leader, the enemy has begun deploying reinforcements in orbit" one of the bomber pilots reported, pointing to what's happening elsewhere.
"Open a channel to Rick" Carmen ordered, while turning in the direction of the communications console.
"Channel open"
"Rick, sensory data indicates that there are hostile reinforcements incoming. Open fire on Hogrum Veed's group!" Carmen ordered [member="Rick Kaloo"] before switching channels to [member="Roth Tillian"]. "Wild Knights, we have microjumped aft of your target: backup is on its way"
At the order of repeat, gunnery crews opened fire at the same targets as they previously had, albeit from a different angle, one that would make Robogeber go on the defensive. While firing arcs were not concerns on any of the ships Therapy Command could deploy here, the First Order tended to have aft blind spots on their capital ships. So the flagship was able to both fire at the enemy cruiser's aft, the Allegiance, with nearly all weapons, and Cathul, oblivious to the actions of the rest of the ship while still busy nursing the sensor technician back to health, has no clue as to what she is missing on: the heavy tractor beam of the Lothal attempting to pull the Bravery towards the Allegiance, the heavy plasma bombs being dropped on the Allegiance, as well as the Stamina, supported by the Wild Knights. In fact, Carlyle's aft was as stuck in the dangerous quagmire that befell the GE as the GE assets that they were trying to exfil. But, given the criticality of the sensor technician to the CIC, the white Twi'lek had a lot of thoughts related to the time when a medical droid could fetch the patient to finish the job: Each and every second I spend nursing the patient is a second where I can't do my job effectively, hurry, medical droid, this is when I need those the most, she thought, while using the Force to act like a clot-buster after the Force-powered angioplasty was done. Meanwhile, the medical droid was placed in a forced march not unlike those that might be experienced by infantry on the surface, in an attempt to get to the patient.
Microjumped aft of Robogeber
Attempts to tractor the Bravery onto the Allegiance
Fired at [member="Robogeber"]'s forces from behind
Had two squadrons of bombers drop plasma bombs on the Stamina and the Allegiance
Capital ships:
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 60% (particle shields: 20%) | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Allegiance
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Stamina
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: FIV Bravery
LOCATION: Fort Nemo OBJECTIVE: Search/engagel enemies ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance and allies - [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] ENEMIES: The First Order and allies
Pash joined up with the Silver contingent, falling back and listening when he recognized Aryn Teth speaking with Stephanie and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]. The Matukai was at a disadvantage, having literally just dropped into the system, not knowing the full extend of the situation. Pash gathered what he could from overhearing the Alliance leader, and the commands given by Arasaa and then [member="Marl"] in turn. Find surviving enemy troops, prevent them from escaping, but the commlink call from Yuroic gave new urgency to the SIlver's task.
The team began to surge towards the perimeter, Marl at the head of the rangers, Pash staying close to the Jedi padawans's flank. But his boots squished to a halt when he saw Stephanie hesitate and stop, her head turning, searching. Then he too heard the sounds of blaster fire, fighting was underway. The Silvers moved forward with renewed purpose. One of their own was out there.
As they passed the base perimeter and slipped into the mists of the quagmires, Pash reached back and slid out the wan-shen from its sheath on his back, the haft springing to its full length. The heavy, moist air of Dagobah filled the warrior's lungs as he slogged through the damp soil, fanning out a bit, as Stephanie had instructed. Pash kept sight of the markings on the lekku of the Togrutan padawan, finding her easier to identify as she moved through the swamp. The pole arm wielding Lothalian didn't have time to set the channels on his commlink to that of the allied command structure, and would have difficulty communicating should he become separated.
The Force coursed through his sweating body, his training rendering it a vessel for its energy, enervating muscles and nerves, seeping along his limbs and imbuing the weapon in his hand with its properties. It had been a long times since Pash had seen a fight on this scale. He had only recently arrived among the Silvers on Kashyyyk, and had yet to truly meet those Jedi he accompanied into battle. They would certainly come to know each other in the next few hours.
[SIZE=11pt]Samka nodded as Elesna focussed on the caves, the snake draped around her bobbing its tiny head too. “Yes that’s where it’s strongest. A pity this swamp is so busy for a backwater like this, we’ll have plenty of opposition.” As if on cue a squad of Battle Droids emerged amidst the bog. Samka remained seated atop the tree branch, apparently unconcerned by the intrusion but watched Ara carefully. The woman had grown powerful. A dozen or so foes vanquished in a moment. As one of the droids below her collapsed, Samka called upon the Force, pulling the machine’s head from its body and up into her hand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Hm,” she mumbled curiously as she inspected the B1 droid. “The Alliance don’t make these. They may have procured them elsewhere but…” Samka shot her companions a glance. “The Confederacy has been making nice with our enemies. If they’re aligned against us, they’ll die like the rest.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Then it happened. The person she had least wanted to see here despite her senses telling her of the girl’s presence, she’d hoped it was a mistake but no Mishel was here. It was enough to finally get the young Ren to hop off of the tree she had sat in, a soft thud as her light form landed on the mossy ground.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]She didn’t used to talk this much. As Mishel babbled, Samka moved to telekinetically reach her companions. “Move on ahead, I’ll handle things here and catch up shortly. Stay hidden, we’re outgunned here.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]If Mishel was expecting an attack, it didn’t come. Instead Samka merely walked up to her and spoke back. “I didn’t teach you to desecrate the dead,” her eyes flickered to the body of the Imperial Stormtrooper she’d so gleefully posed. “Rather sickening behaviour for a Jedi, wouldn’t you say?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Samka crossed her arms, “Leave then. Go and explore the galaxy. I’m here for Dagobah, as loathsome as this disease ridden primordial soup is, it’s rather growing on me,” Samka rubbed beneath the chin of the snake curled around her for good measure. “I’m not here to kill you, there’s more than enough for me to contend with.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“I’m offering you this chance,” she gave Mishel that reassuring smile she always had if the girl was afraid or confused. “Just leave and we can pretend this never happened.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Another figure approached ([member="Veino Garn"] ), one not quite human in form. Samka rose her brow as she took in the appearance of the encroaching being, the Light Side bristling from him in sickening warmth.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Oh my,” she whispered beneath her breath, otherwise she appeared stoic, the Overlord having suppressed any internal emotions from appearing on her surface. No move yet was made to reach for her weapon, Samka Derith simply stood there, a small girl rocking to and fro on her heels, waiting to see what would next unfold.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Behind her, storm clouds began to gather and the low sound of thunder rumbled through the air.[/SIZE]
A tone of bitterness made itself readily known as the Colonel responded in the affirmative. "Until there's nothing left." Rolf paused, listening to the sounds around him. The sounds of the jungle swamps filled the air, punctuated by small bouts of blaster fire, gunships flying overhead - it was impossible to tell whose. "Do either of you have any idea where we are? Initial telemetry revealed next to nil on the terrain down here. Sensors were all over the place." They'd managed to get away from the wreck but the trooper turned Storm Commando was starting to feel like they were travelling in circles. Everything was wet, everything was muddy, and the thick canopy above prevented any idea of what was going on in the skies above the jungle. As if that wasn't enough, the deep roll of thunder could be heard in the distance, splashes of light trickling through the upper reaches of the murky swamps. *Blast.* thought the Colonel to himself. That was one thing he recalled seeing on the console just prior to his unceremonious arrival upon the planet's surface.
*Electrical storms. Violent ones at that.* Dagobah was far from a tropical paradise, the climate hot, wet, and humid. Couple that with an over abundance of jungle terrain and the overwhelming fog and you had a recipe for disaster. Even now fog sifted between the trees and weeds growing across the mucky ground. The sheer density of it sent strange echoes of creatures and man made interruptions making everything sound both near and far. It was disorienting. Several times as the ill fated trio progressed through the swamps Rolf raised a fist, dropping to a knee in fear he'd heard a passing Alliance patrol or native jungle beast only to realize that he was merely seeing ghosts. "Fething swamps." he muttered under his breath. Eyes rising towards the canopy he saw another flash of lightning and heard the resounding crack of thunder - if it hadn't started to rain yet, it was surely about to. Whether or not it had actually begun Rolf couldn't discern but what he did hear was the sharp staccato of what he could only assume was a slugthrower. His trained ears had difficulty determining exactly which direction it came from - which was exactly why he let his intuition guide him. Waving his arm silently the Colonel moved forward towards the gunfire with the others in tow. As silently as they could manage he would approach, his armor not quite as heavy or cumbersome as the standard First Order issue allowing him to do so more effectively. "Keep up." he whispered. The shots had come from just ahead. In a final push, he stopped just short of the clearing, fingers grasping his weapon tightly. There he waited, trying to understand what he saw before him.
Location: Dagobah Shipyards Allies: Alliance Enemies: First Order
Captain Fallaxia was a proud Vaemath, but she was also a bit nervous. She was using a new ship for something that wasn’t just a skirmish fight. The ‘Spear of the Alliance’ was her long-time friend’s command, but she was the captain of the vessel. She followed her commander into battle, and did the missions he was assigned to, and today, it was sent to Dagobah. She had arrived with the small escort as a part of the relief ships. She was supposed to be giving aid, but when the First Order had showed up, she was told to take her ships and remain close to the debris field around the platform.
She was in command of three vessels, the ‘Spear,’ an assault frigate by the name of ‘Starshine’, and finally a Nebulon B9 that was a special request by Coren, apparently he had a fixation for the Nebulon Frigates, by the name of ‘Atoll’. Why Starchaser needed an interdictor, she had no idea, the B7 would do perfectly fine, and it wasn’t like they were chasing people, this was a rescue operation, not a border skirmish, after all, but he preferred to keep working with a certain set of ships. Still, she was waiting her call here.
The idea was that they were going to sneak up behind the enemy, and use their chase-tactics to keep battering them. And with that, she was good. Just… anxious. The Vaemath surveyed the fight, watching from the shadow, waiting for the call.
Objective: Deploy Gravity Well
Allies: Alliance
Enemies: First Order
The Vaemath was waiting in the wings, hidden in the shadows. What she was waiting for was her cue, and that was coming rapidly. Hearing the call from Admiral Nai, Fallaxia nodded. “Move us into the fray. Alert the Atoll to begin its cycle of interdiction. Starshine should stay close to us, and assist in defending the Atoll. Targetting, find me a hole, and begin firing.” Came the order from the Vaemath.
She was a captain, but she was dreadfully out of the tactics for a frontal assault, but keeping ships trapped? That she could do. The Spear of the Alliance was moving to keep themselves between the enemy and Atoll, working on keeping mobile and trapping the First Order.
“Launch fighters.”
Galactic Alliance Skirmish Group ‘Vanguard’
Name: ANS Spear of the Alliance Class: Ranger-Class Destroyer Shields: 100% Armor: 100% Objective: Protect Atoll
Name: ANS Atoll Class: Nebulon B9 Frigate Shields: 100% Armor: 100% Objective: Gravity Well
Name: ANS Starshine Class: Telum-class Frigate Shields: 100% Armor: 100% Objective: Fighter Screen for Atoll
