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Location: Force Nexus Allies: [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Mishel Noren"] Enemies: Commas in allies lists, First Order [member="Emilia Ravel"]
The Jedi with him were working on setting up traps as he was throwing up a barrier. This barrier was all the Force and was more than adequate to protect the group from incoming fire. But it was able creating another burst of the Force-use that could be tracked to the location and the team. Putting his energy into the field, he stepped back towards the team. They had received some delivery of SoroSuub equipment, including repulsor traps and ray shields. Aside from that, they were hoping to leave some droids behind, as long as the Confederacy had them to spare.
“OK, get the traps up. I want this place to be locked down. There isn’t much we can do to stop, but early warnings? Maybe we can get it so no one is going to want to come." The sentinel nodded, there was this air of joy around him as he and his team were setting up.
He turned when he heard his name. Stepping up to the barrier he nodded to his lieutenant who approached.
“Starchaser is pre-occupied at the moment. I’m Lieutenant Tuun, Pathfinder. We were told the Republic were sending people. We can use the reinforcement here, to keep the First Order back from this location, but we also have Imperials wandering the swamp. Time to send them home.” The Sullustan nodded. “Unless, you’re a Jedi?” The Sullustan asked, more primed by Coren’s nudge in the Force, small influence really.
The Sullustan turned to Veino Garn and nodded. “It is good to see the Republic back in action. We’re ging to need everyone in the week---…” He was cut off. Veino was receiving the next message. The First Order.
Feth.
[member="Veino Garn"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"]
He stood, facing the barrier, more were coming. He knew that the Confederacy folks were not far behind. There were friends here. But what he was feeling next ws something he wasn’t sure abuot. The connection in the Force. It was [member="Taeli Raaf"]. And he knew what that meant.
War.
The Force quickened around him. He turned to the Sentinels behind him. “Keep working.” He ordered, stepping forward, he left the protection bubble and moved forward. “Alliance!” He began broadcasting. “First Order has been sighted…” He spoke as the drop ships were entering the atmosphere. “We hold this position. Pathfinders, get non-combatants out of here. We are not letting them get in here. Teams, move out.” He pulled his lightsaber out, igniting the molten orange blade, and looked to the gathered. “Veino, ready for another fight?”
His Sullustan Lieutenant was barking orders out to the special teams, sending them where they should be going, where they could find action, and putting the right ones helping to collect non-combatants.
With that, Starchaser made his way forward. Once more into the breach.
Next came the other man speaking about welcoming them and it having been a long time since the Republic had been seen around. It had been, she was aware. This was the first engagement on a Galactic level that involved Republic forces so visibly. It was still going to be a long time before they ever returned to the state of former glory that the Galactic Republic had achieved before it's fall and the Alliance had achieved in its wake. She was alright with that. Better to grow slowly and last than explode onto the scene and fizzle out.
"It has been a while since the Republic has engaged in any sort of public activity. We've been in Wild Space growing slowly."
She would have continued on, but there was mention of the First Order being inbound. That wasn't good. She signaled once with her hand and every one of her rangers put their helmets on swiftly. She turned and scanned the sky around them with her HUD, letting it pick up the ships moving in the sky. Nearby a weapons emplacement fired and the sounds of explosions occurred followed by a visual of a drop ship going down.
She glanced back towards Veino and the Pathfinders and then motioned forward with one hand, sending her people into the jungle in the direction of the falling ship.
"We will investigate the downed ship so you can continue fortifying. Feel free to join if you wish."
With that, she drew her staff from around her shoulders into one hand, and her Scutum into the other. She kept it deactivated as she darted off into the jungle with the rest of her people. She kept her footfalls as silent as possible, planning her route swiftly along lines that presented the least chance of opposition between her and the downed ship. Even if it was nothing more than Stormtroopers she knew most would survive at that altitude. Her rangers were itching to kill some bucketheads and, quite frankly, so was she.
Kyrel had stood and watched as his daughter screamed in agony as the prosthetic was put in place, connecting with her nerve endings and giving her feeling once more. But this was only briefly as she had closed her eyes once more allowing her new fingers to touch what was formerly his second Lightsaber. He then watched as finally, they had reached Dagobah through the scanners of the dropship. knowing now was the time to begin the mission he gazed briefly at Therran Graush which until today he didn't know of such a man and wondered if, by his name he was related to the Supreme Commander, neither of the two spoke as he knew both would be concentrated on carrying out the mission.
He went to the cockpit taking control of the pilot's seat he had figured that he would have better piloting the craft if there were going to be debris scattered all over the orbit of Dagobah, which to smaller ships is perhaps the best way to sneak past the enemy fleet, get good cover from the fighters and slip down to the planet. The blockade of the Hydian Way was still fresh in his mind as he powered up the dropship's systems, remembering the last time he had piloted being when he used the experimental TIE Silencer class which had allowed him to destroy many enemy craft and even straf the Istkusk's bridge.
After the systems were powered up the engines roared to life as the hanger door's opened sending out waves of TIE Fighters along with several other dropships. Grabbing the control yokes Kyrel carefully led the craft out of the Hanger of the Star Destroyer the sight of cold space filling the visor of his mask. He was greeted by the sight of the Swamp world, along with debris of both Alliance and Imperial ships, some were capital ships split in two and some were even smaller pieces, and they looked as if they were collecting around orbit getting caught within the gravity of Dagobah.
Green and red laser fire had lit up the darkness, as Kyrel did his best to stay within the debris often hiding within the bigger chunks of capital ships scattered all about, getting closer to the planet's surface, blowing open what was left of a Star Destroyer's hull creating a hole to get through as he could see the planet closer within his sights. He accelerated the speed going through the atmosphere but not without catching flames, he gritted his teeth as he kept guiding the dropship through as the clouds and sky began to slowly disappear and it gave way to fog.
Deaccelerating the craft he managed to see ground slowly as he resorted the craft to a hover. Activating the landing cycle as the craft touched down. With them successfully on the planet, he knew that getting to the planet was the easy part, the mission would be the hard one. As he waited for his daughter and Therran to come out, he had activated the landing ramp and had slowly stepped outside. The moment he had stepped out into the murky surface he could hear it all from the reptiles that had slithered on the ground to the birds flying in the air. With its gray atmosphere and dark wetlands giving it a darker and soul-sucking appeal, to the average being Dagobah was nothing, but to those that wielded the Force Dagobah was important as it played a key role in bringing the old Empire down almost a millennium ago.
The planet was full of dark side energy and Kyrel could feel it's power, the darkness calling to him as if it was a sweet twisted lullaby. He embraced it taking strength from it as he knew that their objective was not far. Distance had not made him concerned what did make him even more concerned was the Jedi. He had reached out with the Force feeling various signatures a mixture of dark side and light until he felt one strange and familiar. He gasped in shock as he spoke only two words in surprise. "The Abomination." He had sensed the presence of [member="Mishel Noren"] Someone who he had thought he would never see again. He had referred to her by his name for her due to the way she was brought into the Ren and now it had seemed only fitting now that she was a traitor. He couldn't help but grin as he spoke to himself in excitement. "This is my lucky day indeed. First I kill a Jedi Master now a traitor is here... What fun this is."
As the Enforcer, he would make sure that all those who left the Ren would be punished by his hand. But he was not here for her, he was here for the mission alone. As much as it would be satisfying he had the Jedi and the mission to worry about. He did not disappoint Sieger at the Mytherian Nebula and he wasn't planning to now. He waited patiently for what their next move anticipating an encounter their enemies soon enough.
Allies: GA and SJO, [member="Marl"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] |
Enemies: First Order
Location: GA FOB
Objective: Protect FOB
Yuroic watched as his people got to work. Draven was busy helping other soldiers recover, Asaraa was acting as if she had ants in her pants, unable to settle and wandering around. If they got time after assisting the Alliance, he should show them both around Dagobah, it was an important world really. There were few planets you could feel the Force as strongly as you could Dagobah, it would be an experience for them both. The Dark Side cave was also an appeal to others, to face the Darkness within and come out stronger in the Light, but he refused to test his students like that. At least for now, war was enough of a Dark Side test, too many Jedi fell to the Dark Side sway once in combat and in combat so often. It was dangerous but unfortunately unavoidable.
When Marl rushed over with news, Yuroic swallowed hard and shook his head. It was First Order, they had come to continue their attack on the Alliance. Yuroic knew now more than ever they needed strong leadership. Looking at the sky, he saw shuttles raining down on the planet. One crashed but others were not so lucky. Stroking his beard slowly, Yuroic paused to think about the plan of attack. They needed to ensure that the FOB of the Alliance remained out of First Order hands, otherwise the planet and its surrounding area would be lost to the Alliance. Turning to Marl, he spoke to the soldier first. "We need to bunker down here. Get your soldiers and any Alliance soldiers able to fight, start making a chokehold so the First Order have as much difficulty getting here as possible."
Turning to Tanaski, "right, you need to scout ahead and keep to the shadows. Keep on comms and tell us how many soldiers and those knights of Ren people." He tapped the Padawan's shoulder, it was to reassure the young man, "don't get caught and once you found out their numbers return straight here." Yuroic then moved forward and approached his two Padawans, looking at them both with a solemn gaze. "Well, seems our trip to Dagobah has turned into battle training. Asaraa, send your droid friends to patrol the area, they can give an early warning when the First Order arrives. After you send them out, team up with Draven and stick together. Don't jump into any fights with the difficult Masters of Ren folk." He gave them a reassuring wink before he moved to the front of the group.
"The First Order think they can attack the Alliance while they are spread out and weaken, but we're here as are the other allies of the Alliance. We will prove that the Alliance is strong, that the Light Side is strong and that we will not surrender Dagobah!" Yuroic roared, hoping to inspire hope in the men and women. He then faced outwards, his eyes scanning to see where the enemies could lay. Using the comms, "Master Jyoti, do you read? The First Order has arrive here, is the Dark Side cave secure or do you need reinforcements?"
LOCATION: Dagobah Atmosphere OBJECTIVE: DESTABILIZE ALLIANCE INFRASTRUCTURE ALLIES: THE FIRST ORDER ENEMIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE / [member="Taheera Sollo"]
Having clambered up to the cockpit, the Sith Lord could see the destruction in orbit of Dagobah. Blown out hulls of vessels lingering about, the Sith Lord's vision was filled with them. His cybernetic hand whirring as his hand raised, pointing into the destruction ahead of them. "Imperial transponders? Order and Empire?"
"The Concordia is expected to drop in, my Lord. As is [member="Robogeber"], my Lord. Our proximity to uh, Dagobah, interferes with sensors and communications." The way his pilot spoke suggested he was tensing up, preparing for some punishment due to delivering this bad news.
"Very well," came his reply. "Activate the cloak," he commanded, "we'll continue down to the planet..." Sparing a glance over the sensors, the battle in Space was devastating for both sides, one would assume. But there was no definitive victor, evidently. Alliance transponders were being picked up the closer they got to the planet, but no Empire ones.
It appears the Empire is incapable of combating a real foe.
Tearing across the sky above the swamps, Graush extended his senses across the corrupted lands. There was a call through the Dark Side. Yet, it wasn't a call that he would answer immediately. Another part of him called him to the swamps, where he suspected there were Alliance Operations. The only reason he suspected, was solely for one reason; That's where I'd establish a base.
De-cloaking on its way down for a landing, the slowed momentum triggering the repulsors to kick in and the ramp opened a few metres above what appeared to be stable ground.
Heavy boots dropping out and onto the ground, Graush unclipped the lightsabre from his belt, and strode into the swamps.
Comms, transponders, and sensors may have been online, but the Force yet remained uninterrupted from the natural interference of Dagobah's climate.
"Prepare to microjump behind the Allegiance; if the Allegiance is the same as most First Order heavy ships, they should be vulnerable aft"
Mathieu Bahreiko said:
"Have our escorts draw across our bow, take some of their fire off of us, and have them tear into the corvettes with their heavy cannons. Contact Admiral Thuku. Have her group close and match our fire patterns, but make sure she stays with the fleet. I don't want her to press forward and fall into an ambush if more First Order ships arrive while she's out of formation. Make sure FLEETCOM is aware that we are engaged with the First Order in the system, and that we may expect more enemy vessels to arrive within minutes"
"Even though it may cost us an opportunity to crush the enemy vanguard, I don't want to risk being trapped as the enemy is right now!" Carmen retorted.
Cathul came to her senses when looking at the . "Besides, who is to say that the enemy has forces ready to strike at us if we come for their aft? Belay microjumping: Lokthra is out of Robogeber's range, as busy as she is protecting the shipyards"
"But Lokthra can still be of some use to us: even if she can't fire back at Carlyle without breaking formation, she is much closer to the Ziggurat and the landing craft than to us" the sensor technician commented, while looking at the console.
"Open a channel to Lokthra"
"Channel open"
"Swat out the Ziggurat and any enemy landing craft as you can" she communicated to [member="Lokthra Dawning"], realizing that Lokthra could not intervene vs. Carlyle without giving an opening for the enemy. And also [member="Nuuc Lapt"] as well as [member="Tristram Vos"] would be able to listen in on that specific transmission.
The days where I was the one systematically fired at by the First Order are now definitely over. On the one hand, Robogeber has underestimated me for far too long, on the other hand, a number of First Order officers paid the price of underestimating me in the Metharian Nebula, she thought, while she could see her superior, Nai, being fired at, instead of her as was the case in the past. Also she pondered the risk of being surrounded on her own aft and in whichever direction another enemy would come from, and whether it was work the risk microjumping entailed. Once again, she went through the full range of emotions and an equally wide range of facial expressions, while still scrounging for means to fight Robogeber back without breaking formation. And knowing that traps of that nature can lead a fleet to a disaster, such as the battle in the Ison Corridor in the Anoat Sector campaign. And yet, her lekku were crawling when the Concordia came to appear on the tactical display; having fought it in the Metharian Nebula, she knew it had far more firepower than she herself had at her disposal, but she also knew that its captain would leave her alone so long as she left it alone. Her lekku ceased crawling when she realized that perhaps... perhaps the Confederates could fire at the Grand Moff's ship and take the Grand Moff off of her hands! That was too good to pass up, and she opens a channel to the Confederate commander, grateful for the presence of other friendlies in-system.
"Open a channel to the Confederate commander in orbit; get me... Grievous on the line" Cathul rolled her eyes when referring to [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] as the Grievous of the [Fourth] Confederacy. "And Mazik, too"
"Grievous? Funny you're referring to the Confederate commander by that name"
"This is your opportunity to spring a trap on the Concordia while remaining in formation! Take out that ship and the enemy morale will take a big hit!" she told both the Confederate orbital command crew and [member="Mazik Stazi"], while not caring about who will get to it first, so long as somebody actually could spring a trap on the Grand Moff's ship. By doing so, she also let FLEETCOM know that the
"Your orders, admiral?" the chief gunner asked, preoccupied that his superior was preoccupied with getting their orders to the other units.
"Not even the First Order's Supreme Leader would underestimate me by now; as Cavadan, Asturo and Graush before him, Robogeber shall pay the price of underestimating me! Have the frigates target his escorts while the fighters go after the landing craft"
"Roger, roger" the chief fighter acknowledged as it was turning back from their attack run on the Allegiance.
Now it was all too clear to Cathul that the tables have been turned as to her role among the Alliancist navy in a battle, at least to the extent the First Order is concerned. Because the fighters were out of range of enemy point-defense when they attacked the Allegiance, they could safely go to lower orbit without a hitch, and, unlike attacking a heavy cruiser, the fighters instead closed the distance while establishing targeting solutions on the dropships prior to launching the cluster missiles. By the time the cluster missiles were fired, however, feelings of irritation resurfaced, shuddering at the thought that, for every dropship that makes it, the dangers faced by the ground forces, Confederate, Silver, or even Alliance, would stack. And our friends on the surface need every help they can get right now, she thought, while there was a cornucopia of heavy long-range solar ionization cannons being fired, as well as more armor-piercing heavy long-range explosive HVC rounds fired at the Allegiance, knowing that keeping up the pressure against the hull and the systems underneath was a must in this environment. For now, anyway, she refrained from displaying any smile on her face, crossing her fingers while the Locus of Control and the Big Seven each fired dozens of turbolasers at the Stamina and Bravery respectively, in hopes of at least disturbing them while they came under withering fire. And cluster missiles, too. Speaking of cluster missiles, the hangar crews of the Lothal stood ready to prepare additional cluster missiles for rearming once the two squadrons are done shooting at landing craft.
Fired at [member="Robogeber"]'s forces
Had two squadrons fire cluster missiles at landing craft ([member="Rolf Amsel"])
Capital ships:
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 100% | 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: Swamps #mobileposting
Objective: search and rescue
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"]
They'd found a dozen so far. A dozen survivors. Two from the empire. That didn't matter to the healer. A life was a life. The Alliance could take care of the politics and she'd work on doing her job.
Taking a step a little further from the others, she knelt down near a body half sticking out of the mud. Gone. Green fingers gently closed the wide-open eyes.
A sound in the mist caught her attention and for a moment she was reminded of Felucia and her time with [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]. It was another kind of jungle. Filled with different nightmares.
At least they didn't have to worry about acklays here.
The mists above her and the tree line shifted as if something massive moved beneath. Ears picked up the tell-tale rumble of a ship. Frowning, she straightened as it passed. A moaning call of help filtered in the same direction the ship seemed to be going.
Fingers plucked the comm from her belt. "Any of our ships in the area?"
For a moment, she wondered if she'd even get a signal. There was a crackle on the other end. "Reports...incoming...irst orde....attack..."
"This is Taheera. Can you repeat that?"
She was met with nothing but static. Replacing the comm, she strode forward, toward that voice. Toward the ship. It didn't seem long at all until she came upon an alliance soldier pinned near a downed walker. Vines had already begun to overtake the metallic beast. Even within the short twenty four hours since the Empire's retreat. The healer knelt by the soldier but her eyes were fixed forward as something or rather, someone stepped from the trees across the smallest of open spaces made by the downed industrial behemoth.
It wasn't so much that she recognized him by sight. The man with the lightsaber. It was more of a feeling. Sometimes the force had a funny way of drawing opposites together. Tattooed brow scrunched together as she stood. Not only would he be able to see her. She knew he'd be able to feel her as well.
Allies: First Order, Galactic Empire [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Therran watched through the viewport of the dropship piloted by Kyrel Ren the destruction in orbit. Reports weren't far from the truth, there had been devastation at the highest levels. He wondered, considering the static imbued feedback he was receiving over his wrist datapad, how the Galactic Alliance had managed to consolidate and replenish their forces at such quick pace. Perhaps the intelligence reports were wrong? The debris in the orbit said otherwise. Perhaps Graush had underestimated the Alliance. His arrogance would someday be his downfall, even he knew that deep down.
He waved away the thoughts upon the successful descent of the craft on the surface. The Sith did not bother to think of the casualties they were sustaining from their risky and quick maneuver to drop ground forces upon the swampy, enigmatic and strong with the dark side of the Force planet. More accurately - he couldn't bother to think about such a big picture, the call of the dark side on the planet filled his mind. It beckoned him to a place.
A place of immense power in the dark side.
The ramp before him opened and like a predator he strode forward besides the Enforcer and Varas. Therran had paid little attention to the two, albeit the former's strength in the dark side was formidable and easily sensed through the Force. Kyrel spoke but Graush could not understand the context of it all. Apparently, it regarded a traitor. What traitor remained a mystery to Graush to which he would pay extra attention when the time for it arrived.
Flashing noise on his wrist datapad hinted at him the complete disability to utilize any sorts of communications upon this planet. Sensors, scanners and communications - seriously affected by the planet. This would be a blind battle. He wondered for a moment how would the Alliance keep any sort of communication here? Were they ever present here in the first place? Questions that would be answered in the near future, he assumed.
While completely blind from a technological viewpoint, Therran did not feel unnerved at all. The Force was beyond that. It would be his eyes and ears on this wretched planet. It would find for him the FOSB asset, if still alive, despite the limitations on technology.
And now it summoned him to the place of power. A brief image of a cave flashed through his mind. He believed the other two dark siders with him shared the same feeling. The call and the empowerment.
"Let's move on. There is no time for idle chat." Therran vigorously spoke and pushed on forward, his lightsaber hilt oddly in his hand. He opened his senses to the Force but while his skills in such technique were not his strong card, Graush reluctantly took to trusting the Enforcer's abilities to sense through the Force considering his earlier detection of a known to him presence. "The dark side calls. " He announced to no one in particular.
Much to gain here there was - the FOSB asset's supposedly detailed report of the battle which would give the Order an insight on the Alliance's and the Empire's capabilities in war, along with this fountain of power that summoned the trio.
LOCATION: Dagobah Atmosphere OBJECTIVE: DESTABILIZE ALLIANCE INFRASTRUCTURE ALLIES: THE FIRST ORDER ENEMIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE / [member="Taheera Sollo"]
It was less the sense of the loss of life that drew the Sith Lord to the small clearing, and more the sound of a dying being. It could've been a stormtrooper from the Empire, or it could've been an Alliance soldier. It didn't matter to him, as far as Graush was concerned there wasn't a med bay nearby, and he wasn't in the business of saving lives.
Tightening his hold on the lightsabre, the plasma blade wasn't a tool to save lives either.
It was fashioned to take them.
And that he would.
Crossing into the clearing, there was a downed Walker in the vicinity, scorched in some places, battered metal, unusable. Underneath it, an Alliance soldier calling for help, and there was someone else. A light side presence on the other side of the behemoth. Stepping out into the dim light, the armoured titan that was the Supreme Commander looked across to the Jedi Master.
She knew who he was.
And he knew who she was.
Barkhesh, and then Rutan he had encountered her.
Two separate occasions he hadn't taken her life.
The lightsabre didn't come to life, but when he did summon the Force, it wasn't to assault the Jedi, not directly anyway. Instead, it was to quiet the sounds of the dying soldier. First the moans of pain, then the application of the Force, and then the sickening snap before the soldier quieted.
"No friends to save you this time."
Metal thumb brushing upon the ignition button. The electrostatic fingertips enabled him to feel the cool button. The simplicity of the lightsabre in his palm brought a familiarity to him as hidden gaze focused in on his opponent.
"You're going to die."
And the armoured being leapt the distance, cloak snapping behind him at the sudden movement as the downwards slash descended upon the Mirialan.
Enemies: First Order, [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Objective: Hold in Reserve, Intercept Planetary Assault Forces
Command Deck // ANS Hereafter Alliance Rearguard // High Orbit
"Status on sensors?" Mazik barked for the fifth time in as many minutes, his gaze fixed upon the holodisplay in front of them currently simulating a close up, albeit static-ridden view of the engagement playing out beyond Dagobah's orbit.
"Still no sign of additional cronau flares," Bashir confirmed, the Mon Cal first officer appearing equally concerned by such reports, "Admiral Nai is requesting we hold position for now."
"What's their game?" the Commodore muttered, more to himself than any of the senior officers around him. Blood drained from his fists he had balled them up so tightly, but he relented, "Very well. Launch half our fighter complement, defensive screen, but keep the rest in reserve. We'll hold position between them and the surface."
The initial engagement, at least, was not going well for them so far. It had taken Stazi a few moments to understand that debris clouds which had constituted most of the previous days' work for both sides was hampering the enemy commanders' ability to target accurately. The same wreckage Alliance forces had spent the better part of the past day mapping and scanning for survivors or salvageable tech, their First Imperial counterparts could not be sure wasn't a hostile target lying in wait. It was a considerable advantage, but one they would not be able to rely on forever.
Sooner or later, the First Order would gain their bearings. It was their job to annihilate them before that happened.
"Sir!" another officer drew his attention to them as the holodisplay scaled out suddenly, "Assault craft, making for the surface."
"How in the...order active squadrons to break off and keep our atmo clear!" the old duros was already furious at himself for not anticipating this, "Notify the defense stations, we need those guns armed now, forget everything else!"
Mapped debris could still be used for cover, he had realized too late, and by the time his fighters converged on the Imperial's landing parties some were bound to have already made it through. Tracking them down through Dagobah's atmosphere would be significantly more difficult. Alliance ships were configured to fly by sensors and could manage coming and going easily enough, but landing and tracking a fast moving vessel on your descent were two very different things.
Any that managed to slip through the Commodore and his men would just have to trust the flight crews of the two atmospheric carriers operating near their surface FOB would be able to handle. Dagobah's atmosphere also limited their anti-air potential, but each surface carrier held six squadrons of their own, including a few squadrons of specially configured swampspeeders between them.
"A feint?" his Mon Cal first officer asked him, voice low, "Some overzealous admiral with delusions of grandeur?"
"Or an opening gambit," Mazik countered, eyes narrowing. Bashir was right, this didn't exactly add up. If this was a simple probing effort, why the landing parties? But if there was more to it, he could not help but wonder where the rest of their forces might be, "Dispatch a scout to the farside."
It was an unlikely possibility, either they or the Coalition would have picked up an attack from that direction long before now, but it was something he could do. Efforts in the Vero system had hardly begun, they needed to give the Alliance more time to find alternate supply lines that would keep their entire southern region from suffering at the hands of these Imperial scum. Which meant that, for now at least, there was no option here but to hold the line at Dagobah.
"Admiral Nai has informed FLEETCOM of our situation," Bashir reported, speaking louder this time so that all could hear, "Reinforcements are on their way from Queyta and Virmeude. Estimated time to arrival, on screen."
A countdown flashed before them, holographic numbers projected above the representation of their engagement zone. Mazik's eyes narrowed, it was longer than he would have liked.
"Then its our job to maintain this position until they get here," he thumped the command dais in front of him with his fist more forcefully than those around him expected, "No matter what."
Galactic Alliance 5th Fleet, Patrol Group Light's Hammer
ANS Hereafter | Citadel-class Star Carrier Shields: 100% Hull: 100% Actions: Holding position over Dagobah. Deploying five squadrons of mixed starfighters on intercept course for remaining troop transports entering orbit.
SU: GA [Proximity: [member="Cathul Thuku"], Mazik Stazi, [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"], [member="Gir Quee"]]
OP: FO, GE-r [Proximity: [member="Robogeber"]]
TA: ENGAGE FO NAVAL ASSAULT FORCES
Before
Naval Command had been desperate.
Barely three hours after Rick's lucky escape from the increasingly shifting battle at L-49, he had been given a cruiser with Ne-Cal provided support vessels. In return, he would be much more thoughtful about his actions. While Destiny's ramming attempt on the First Order fleet had made up for its cost of production, Destiny missed its target, its entire starfighter compliment was destroyed, and Rick almost died escaping his vessel after being picked up by the same Order ship he had attempted to ram. Destiny's success was also vastly shadowed by the events of the Alliance flagship's own ramming run, which was much more inefficient.
Four hours after Rick's escape, his commandeered dropship jumped out above Anaxes, where his new trio of ships awaited.
Five hours after Rick departed the concluding notes of L-49, he had named his vessels and set up a new command crew.
An hour later, Rick began to understand the various weapon systems in his new flagship.
Six hours after, as his fleet left Anaxes to protect Bestine, a world that would be a suspected next spot for a hostile invasion, an alert came from Dagobah about an Order invasion fleet. Rick immediately changed hyperlanes to a path leading closer to Dagobah, planning to assist the defensive forces. Weapons were quickly activated and loaded, communications arrays were set, and stored dropships were loaded with troops.
Now
ANAXES ---> DAGOBAH
Rick's fleet jumped into a total warzone. Two kilometers to his left, a trio of allied vessels consisting of a Defender-sized vessel and pickets were already heavily engaged. In front of him, a surprisingly small, but still deadly Order fleet was engaging the Alliance. In fact, the fleets of both sides were very small. He understood why the Alliance might be low on resources, but had never expected the Order to do something like this. Unless.... it was a different operation.
Rick had heard of a battle between the Alliance and Empire on Dagobah, one in which Imperial troops were stranded on Dagobah. He had also heard that the Order fleet had sent dropships into the world. Either they wanted to seize something, or rescue the Imperials. But if such a rescue was made, why? The Order and Empire might have similar alignments, but had never been mutual allies before. If any alliance had occurred, the GA would likely be reeling back even more than it already was.
He returned his focus to the battle and scanned the battlefield both visually and with radar. Using this information, he began to give out orders.
"Any enemies detected? If so, where?" Rick asked his radar officers.
"Yes, sir. There are three enemy vessels within range of our turbolaser armaments and warheads, one Destroyer-sized and the other two are smaller vessels. Raptors are not within range yet." a young lieutenant replied.
"We shall hold our position, if the Order comes to us, start firing the Raptors. But only if their vessels are shielded. If not, fire with other batteries."
"Yes, sir."
"Focus turbolasers on the largest Order vessel, prep warheads for counterattacks. Have the corvettes remain primarily escorts, we need them if we are to survive any starfighter assaults."
"I'll let the crews know."
As the officer ran off, Rick sat down in his captain's chair and watched the battle unfold. Today would be the day that the Metharian Nebula would be avenged.
Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance Status: Moving from the FIV Concordia to Dagobah Surface Allies In Vicinity: [member="Samka Derith"] \\ [member="Elensa Jari"] Equipment: Lightwhip \\ Armour
A small smirk and dark chuckle offered the only response to the Overlord’s nod to decency in averting her eyes as well as the sarcastic comment as to her own well-being. Letting the moment pass without comment, a rare occurrence to be sure, the Master followed without delay, nodding once in greeting as Elensa joined them on their path to the drop pods.
What a picture the small contingency of Ren must make as they made their way to the hangar, aimed for the surface of the swampy world below.
Darkness enveloped her, the comms of the drop pod crackling with distortion as they struggled to connect to the mainframe of the Concordia, failing to break through the oppressive atmosphere of the hostile environment. The first breath taken as the door to the drop pod depressurized and dropped into the murky water below weighed her lungs down with moisture, a choking gasp as more humidity than oxygen flooded her system. Another few breaths to stabilize her breathing taken and the Epicanthix-mix peeled herself out of the small craft, pausing as the power of the living planet wrapped around her. Darkness sang to her from the heart of the alien marshland, a soundless voice calling to her own, pulling her deeper into the dusk, it’s siren call familiar, an old friend in the gloom.
Shadows danced and played across her vision, small shafts of light breaking through the inky twilight, the outline of trees and rocks nestled into the bog exposed in the small golden rays. Sweat broke out across her skin, soaking into the dark fabric she wore, now clinging to her body as she moved, the squelch of boots landing in the mix of mud and bog water, silt gathering around her ankles sending a wave a nausea through her gut.
Her stability returned as Ara stood listening intently to the sounds of life around her, the pop and hiss of bubbles rising from the muck, the slither of foreign lifeforms slinking deeper into the jungle, away from the disturbing presence of their arrival. How long had it been since she had first stepped foot in this mire, untested, unbloodied, and still hesitant in her abilities? A soft sigh escaped as she closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, mind flashing back to the last time she had stumbled her way through the shadows, searching or the same Dark that called to her again now, her Master watching from afar.
From a small bag attached to his belt, he pulled out a length of silk.
“Around your eyes. There is more than one way to see…”
The corners of her lips turned up in a satisfied smile as the voice echoed across her mind even as she did as he bid without hesitation, a sense that was now as natural to the Master as her own eyesight. The swamp came alive around her, monochromatic and grainy, yet splendid in its simplicity. Life bloomed with the light of the force, starbursts of brighter auras mixed among the rest tugging on her mind’s eye, a deep chuckle rolling from across her lips as the brightest approached from above, the soft rustle of leaves and branches the only sign of her passage. Another, closer in distance, yet muted compared to her own and that of Decitus Ren pointed to the third Ren’s positioning.
Crimson eyes opened, her own hazy vision overset by the mental map shaped by the Force and glowing with possibility. Beyond, the Darkness continued to taunt, pulling at her awareness, one step through the sediment shakily taken, muscle and bone screaming against use so soon, and yet still she moved, keep pace with the woman above, towards the small flame of the Disciple of Ren who awaited their arrival. The trio of Ren would reconnect and then they would hunt.
Objective: Exfil invaluable FOSB asset near the Cave of Evil Allies: First Order, Galactic Empire [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] Enemies: Galactic Alliance Soundtrack: All Hands on the Bad One
… but killing her father would be complicated as she had realized, and still mourning the loss of her right hand, it was easy for her to back away from any thought of vengeance. Because that’s what the feeling boiled down to. Not a crisis of conscious, nor the urge to save her own skin. Vengeance fueled her desire to eventually kill her father Kyrel Ren. But like flipping a switch on a boiling kettle, she allowed that impulse to settle and stop bubbling.
And finally her mind was a still pool, as calm and thick as the algae-ridden swamp of Dagobah below.
As sensors from the dropship crackled, Varas belted into a seat near the back of the cockpit, closing her eyes. Therran monitored the reports, what little he could glean from the noxious pea-soup of the unpredictable jungle planet’s atmosphere. Suddenly, the FIV Allegience fell silent as though it was the only vessel in space, sinking down and down, until it finally landed in the swamp near the rendezvous point.
As her father pontificated about a traitor, Therran stopped him with a curt reminder that there was no time for chit-chat. Varas assumed the cave was a vision that only she caught wind of, only slightly aware that the darkside began to slowly permeate all of their hearts and souls with its powerful energy.
"The dark side calls,” Graush muttered, and then Varas felt it too, the same Force signature that Kyrel did. “Mishel?” she asked, recalling their duel with interest. But there were other auras scattered among the fog, and the brunette clone honed onto them like radar, almost forgetting the mission of search and rescue that kept them bound together.
“Let’s spread out,” she said instinctively despite both men holding higher rankings than she did. “I know the pull of it is tempting, but we still need to clear the area.”
Draven returned from his work helping the wounded, nd saw his master issuing precise and sharp orders. A smile played along his lips, his badly burned half of his face, not seeming so particularly dark now, he enjoyed seeing the man take charge, and really come into his own. The Padawan leaped to help Marl, beginning to pile logs up, collecting debris while beginning to form a wall between two, enormous swamp covered trees. He took a moment out of these frantic actions to combine his two saber hilts, letting the mettle mesh together and form the larger, bulkier hilt, before returning it at his side. If the time came, the young man did not want to be without a weapon. As he continued to build the wall, Draven looked over his battle armor, it had been repaired, but the obvious wear and tear of the last battle had not left it without a mark. Nothing performance hindering, but simply added a battle worn quality. The impish like smile which was never far from his face once again plastered it, while Draven worked the force. His mastery had gotten significantly better since he had first come into his master's service, and it grew stronger daily.
The soaking wet clothes and boots were nothing comfortable, and the Padawan had to cringe every time he took a squishing step, sweat pouring down his face while he worked. Finally, he had to stop, stomach rumbling, and becoming rather snappish, Draven took a seat on a semi dry patch of land, and took out of his pocket a tiny block of cheese he had saved. It was pungent smelling, and rather disgusting to the uncultured pallet, but the man seemed to like it, and scoffed it down, enjoying every savory bite. The wall was about up to his waste now, made up of stray logs, branches, mud and other debris which could be found around the area, forming a surprisingly sturdy structure.
The small Master had demanded Elensa's company, though the Hapan woman was of little inclination to offer it - truth be told, she wanted only to find empty quarters aboard ship and sleep for a day or two, to replenish her energies and allow her wounds to heal fully. In truth, any sensible being would have insisted upon that for everyone aboard - it didn't do to drain your troops and push them from battle to battle without respite. But war rarely allows for pleasant interludes, she reflected coldly, knowing that there was little choice. Command wouldn't order them into the fight unless they had to - and the Knights of Ren did not stand aside and leave the troopers to fight alone. That wasn't the way the First Order operated.
The blonde would have offered a sigh if she could, but instead she settled for a simple nod of acknowledgement as the two Masters made their preparations to leave. Elensa pushed herself off the bed she had been sitting on and pulled her armoured tunic back on over her underclothes, covering the bacta patch that now concealed the shrapnel wounds that had peppered her lower torso. She pulled a sash around her waist with a grimace of pain as it tugged at her wounds, fastening it to keep her tunic closed. The solid sensation of the rancor-leather against bare flesh felt good, cushioning her skin against impacts. The softer shadowsilk tunic that lay atop it concealed the protective armour, and Elensa followed it up by pulling on the metal-covered leather arm-guards that covered her right side from wrist to shoulder. Her cloak finished off her outfit, clasped against the shoulderplate so that it would follow her motions rather than moving out of place. I almost look ready for battle. She certainly didn't feel it.
Her lightsaber pike rested then in her free left hand, though she had a strap for it that would rest across her chest that would hold the pike firmly against her back, off the floor so that she could move freely. Still, the young woman felt a little unsteady now that she was standing, and it felt easier to use her weapon as a crutch, leaning against the stave as she took one step across the cold metal deck, then another, and another. The pain of her injuries and the stiffness in her limbs were enough to make her want to descend into calm sleep, but she would be offered no such quarter, and instead simply had to draw upon the pain, using it to strengthen rather than weaken. The Code got it wrong, didn't it? It is through suffering we gain strength, not merely passion.
Moments later, she settled into the forbidding drop-pod that would accelerate her towards the planetary surface below, following the suit of those who were her lawful superiors. The metal face of the pod settled over the top of her, feeling her enclosed as though in a coffin. The lights of the computer display that activated as the pod seals hissed closed did little to alleviate the feeling. And if something were to go wrong, this would indeed be my tomb, the young woman reflected morbidly. Her stomach lurched as she felt the pod fired, the inertial dampeners doing enough to keep her safe, but failing to fully cushion the sensation of being dropped from a height, spiralling out of control into the atmosphere of the planet below. Only as it closed upon the surface did the repulsorlifts fire, slowing her descent enough to drop her roughly onto the ground, rather than simply impacting with the force of a torpedo.
The pod opened, revealing a scene that was so very different to the cold and clinical military bays of a Star Destroyer: this was a murky swamp, befouled by filth and untouched vegetation, a place that could not be further from the civilised world. The gloom was blinding to her - Hapans were not known for their night-vision, and the was little light available to penetrate the darkness. The young woman scowled and removed a small c-beam illuminator, affixing it to the wrist of her left arm, activating it to project a soft white beam of light ahead of her, to provide her with the ability to see where she was going.
The others were nearby - she would have been to sense those two from halfway around the planet, even with her lesser skills. Both were shining beacons of their own, potent and forceful, intruding upon the consciousness of those that might sense them like a bright light shone in the eyes. Elensa disengaged the crash restraints of her pod and pulled herself out of the coffin, her feet stepping onto soft ground that yielded beneath her boots, though firm enough that she did not sink into the swamp. A soft white haze floated above the ground, a whisper of fog brushing against her long skirts. What a repugnant place this is. Join the First Order. See the Galaxy... she thought with a scowl, wondering why they never went anywhere nice.
So be it. Let's get on with it, shall we?, the Disciple reflected, inhaling a deep breath of the air. It was warm, fully of heady scents that were reminiscent of rotting vegetation and something she didn't care to identify. Clearly this planet had largely been left to itself - and the Force echoed through it in a silent scream of dark energy, haunting and cold. This place is strong with the Dark Side, she realised, deep-blue eyes narrowing cooly as she felt it take a grip of her. Welcome to the jungle, Elensa noted sardonically. We don't play by civilised rules here. The Force tells it as it is: feast of it, or be feasted upon.
Something told her this wasn't the sort of place one visited and left as they had arrived. Set foot now upon a planet that might be your grave, she mused. Would it be her body that would sink beneath the surface of the stinking waters that straddled the fetid ground? This place felt like death, and she could not be wonder at whether the Force was offering a premonition of her fall, or merely a word of caution. What possible reason could you have to have brought us here, Masters? Did they know what they risked by setting foot here? And what threats are hiding through those trees?
She would find the others, and then perhaps they would learn of that together.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmVzbTh-mQg The steel eyes of Tempest shifted to his right as he couldn't help but notice Dr. Aes'ona Terrani fidget some as she stood there through the black lens' of his helmet. He felt bad for her, this was her first real combat scenario and she looked like a nervous rookie right on the day of barrack inspection. Though, he couldn't blame her. Tempest remembered his very first combat deployment and how nervous he had acted and how he had been throughout that tiny little mission of his. Tempest had grown an attachment to the doctor, almost like she were a friend. Of course, they wouldn't be friends, the military administration probably wouldn't allow it anyways, hell, they hardly knew each other. Though, through the joint experiences and missions they had shared together, Tempest considered her an ally, a companion...a 'friend.' The hand of Tempest fell from the railing, softly holding the shoulder of Terrani with a firm resilience and reassurance to her. "Terrani...you'll be fine. Just stick with me, and if you have to shoot someone...just make sure every shot counts." The voice of Tempest didn't come out as fiercely as it had done so moments earlier, it carried a gentler and softer tone of reassurance with it this time.
The interaction between Terrani and the Doctor was short-lived as the hum of the engines dampened to a softer, almost non-existent buzz yet the audio-receptors of Tempest's helmet. The ship must be hovering above the ground now, perfect. Now it was time for action, finally. The door of the LAAT/i, the Firehawk, slid open in earnest to let out both the doctor and Tempest out first, followed by the seventeen storm-troopers under command by Tempest. Three stayed close to Tempest and the doctor while the other's spread out in front of them. Information had it that a bunker of Alliance fighters laid in the marshy jungles up ahead. It would be a bloodbath and an utter battle-zone. Which was the reason they were walking in the direction. The doctor was to help with med-evac, and Tempest was her escort along with his troopers. Though, that didn't mean that all they could do was fight. Far from it. They were crashing down the steel hammer of the stormtroopers upon the Alliance, meant to smash them into oblivion and specks of dust. Tempest didn't believe the fight would be too difficult, making him walk with a relaxed posture with his weapon held out in front of him, barrel pointed downwards.
Dagobah: Force Nexus Assembly Area Rekha Kaarde, .... [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Varex"] | [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Veino Garn"] Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey and a few grenades that she had picked up a couple sticky ones, a few stun ones they were small, and two flash bangs just for aesthetics.
Force Nexus she had a few ideas about how to deal with a force nexus. But there were other things that were on Dagobah that would make it more interesting and right now she had tasked AB her droid, and a few of biological Droids and one transport. But now if they found what she wanted that would be great if not. She'd have to do a plan B. In the meantime she heard that the First Order had been spotted.
"Feth" She moved around in a lightsaber fight she was useless, completely. But now she could climb a tree and take some shots. She looked up...she looked over to where she saw Coren moving away from the group. For a moment she felt fret and worry a quick shake of her head cleared her mind he was important to her whether he knew it or not. He didn't. She made sure to keep all that was private about her just that private. But it was fear in her creeping up shouting about being alone again, about losing friends again. Those thoughts moved her forward her need to protect those at any cost to herself.
Rekha stepped out from where she had been working.
She studied the terrain her skills were suited for flight this ground fighting it was painful but she kept learning each time she had to do it.
|Nearby Ally : [member="FN-2826"]"Tempest"| | Location : Dagobah swamps | | Objective : Provide medical evac of GE forces/Survive the GA assault | | Equipment:
Most likely, easier said than done, but she'd be damned if she did not do her best the follow that order.
She stepped out after Tempest and another trooper when the gunship's doors slid open. The other trooper offered her a gloved hand, swinging his rifle to one side on its shoulder strap, to assist her in her decent, and she gladly accepted. Keeping one hand on the stock of her hanging rifle, she took her tactical datapad off her belt and began assessing the minimal scans of the surrounding area. "First things first," she began, taking care to keep her voice as low as humanly possible, "we need to find and set up a rendezvous zone for the evac." The plan was to send the wounded that could travel doubling back to a secured landing zone, and then call back Firehawk. As for those that could not move...well, she would cross that bridge when she got to it, if it even became apparent.
Location: Dagobah Wilderness > Swamps Allies: At the Swamps | [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Cassus Stoma"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"] Opponents: N/A | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Samka Derith"] (Soon™) Objective: Find the Dawn of Dagobah | Assist the Galactic Alliance in the Swamp
Mishel's meditation ended the moment she felt her brothers and sisters. She pushed her lips to the side and got up, dusted the mud, dirt and grass from her pants, no point in sitting here when there's a family reunion to get to! With her mind clear the teenager settled herself where she stood, the word excitement didn't begin to describe what she was feeling. Nervous, uncertain she was sure she could feel them now through the force. "I thought I felt the feeling of anguish and rage," she said to herself, "ah brother." Wonder how long it'll take to get him to remember the smell of leathery burnt bacon, again. The padawan spoke of [member="Kyrel Ren"] who had adorned her with the name abomination, and for a long while, that name bothered her. After Utapau and her literal run-in with a beskad. The only abomination around these parts is you, bro - cool story tho. Lemme guess, you brought Varas? Cool. Been meaning to say hi to mah niece, again.
She took a step to the caves well now...
Mishel shut her eyes a moment as she let her lips curl into a smirk, "so many relatives, so little time, guess I oughta just pick my faves then." She shrugged her shoulders and then grabbed her handy dandy little holopad and typed out a little message to her mentor again, seeings as how she was gonna be late.
To: [member="Ember Farseer"] Subj: Imma B Late
So, I'm here right, and who knew that the First Order was gonna just show up and get on the Galactic Alliance like a bro picking up his other bro's sloppy seconds? I DIDN'T! And well, they happened to have brought my whole fam damily around, a deplorable bunch but they make the best brownies in the Outer Rim. Anyway, gonna be late to D'Qar don't touch the wires!
Love Mishel.
P.S. Can you get some sweet rolls from auntie Jo?
"Did I at least..." She patted herself down checking for some sort of communication device, "man, it's embarrassing enough to have lost my best slug to GASA Rent-A-Cops patting me down at customs." Mishel continued to check herself over, "oh for the love of Ashira they took my fancy comms too." Mishel knelt down and grabbed hold of the scout pack she grabbed from the FOB on her way out. "Rations, rations, flashlight, rations, soap, underwear," the teenager chucked the items out of the bag as she continued to search for some sort of communications device, "rations, Ashira have mercy what is this? A bag of holding?"
Mishel chucked more things out. "Rations, more soap, ooooh well this is fancy."
"Fight tooth decay when you ignite your very own..." She plopped down into the ground as Dagobah's fog rolled in, "toothbrush... saber, why doesn't it..." (x)
She smacked it against the palm of her hand, "AH HA! Score! Totes keeping this." The girl slid the toothbrush into the liner pocket of her jacket and got back to rustling through the scout pack for a comms device. "Rations, oh hey liquid cable dispenser - nice, rope, lock, where..." She looked down at the smaller pocket, "of course." Mishel unzipped it and grabbed the communications device.
Once the bag was repacked, Mishel slung the bag over her back, "this way to the Cave of Ebil and Lord of Angst and his Clone or this way to a likely hood of losing another limb." The teenager looked at the two directions, her choices were the Cave or the Swamp, "right, and ladies and gentlemen welcome to Air Dagobah our destination will be le Swamps with continued service to the Cave of Ebil." As if she hadn't been on enough Star Tour flights, "please fasten your seatbelts and ensure that your tray tables are locked and in their upright positions."
The words of [member="Taeli Raaf"] echoed in Aryn's mind briefly as he looked over the map table, boredom had been registering among the Alliance's new Supreme Commander, however he had hoped for a better solution to such boredom than yet another battle. Yet, war now surrounded Aryn Teth as the First Order descended upon the Dagobah System and sent their troops down towards the surface. The communicators around the tent had burst to life with activity, troops reporting contacts and in-atmosphere fighters and gunships engaging with the First Order as they tried to prevent as many troop landings as possible. Just as quickly as Aryn had been thrust into the position he now held, Dagobah had been thrust back into warfare, a war that Aryn knew would soon enough be engulfing the entire galaxy.
Just as it had already begun to engulf him.
Briefing after briefing was dropped in front of Aryn as scouts continued to report in. Knights of Ren, Imperial stormtroopers, gunships and all manner of First Order assets were landing around the swamp, making their way towards the FOB and converging upon patrols around the Cave of Evil. In orbit, Admiral Nai had already begun to engage First Order assets along with the rest of the fleet. At the very least, Aryn knew he could trust in Nai's leadership, she was a skilled commander, one of the best, if not the best the Alliance had to offer, but she was an Alliance commander, would the countless allies from the Silver Jedi, the Confederacy, the Coalition and the Sovereignty listen to her?
Would they listen to him? Aryn knew all too well that disorganization had plagued the fleet during the battle of the Hydian Way, it had almost claimed them here against the Empire, the Alliance could organize themselves perfectly well, but the Alliance Bloc as a whole was still content in its independence, they needed more if they were to face off against the First Order and see any great success. They needed a leader.
In an instant, Aryn was spurred to action, he stepped away from the map table, moving back to the comms table he had stood behind before. Ushering the officer from his seat, Aryn moved to sit, fingers drifting over the controls as he linked his communicator to an open frequency, his call would go out not only to the Alliance, but all of its allies. Since rather quickly being forced into his position, Aryn had little opportunity to present himself to the people of the Alliance, to present himself as the Commander he now was. Today, the Alliance and the entire galaxy would know who the new Supreme Commander was, and the First Order would get a fierce reminder that he would not bend, nor break, nor give any quarter.
"Alliance, Confederacy, Silvers, Coalition, Sovereignty, Resistance and Republic, this is Supreme Commander Aryn Teth. You're tired, you're wounded, you're battered and worn down from battle after battle. That's what the First Order is counting on with this assault, they think you're weak, that it will only take the smallest push and you will fall before them, that you will back down and let them roll over the galaxy." Passion poured through his voice, and as he spoke the natural radiance that Teth carried with him surged outwards in the force, even those who didn't feel it within themselves could feel the intensity and presence of the Supreme Commander. "Today, it's Dagobah, yesterday it was the Hydian Way. Tomorrow it may very well be Coruscant, Geonosis, Demonsgate, Kashyyyk, Eadu or a thousand other worlds that have known peace for so long. The First Order wants to rip that peace to shreds, to make all the galaxy bow before them and feel the wrath of their tyranny. I have fought alongside you all, and I know you won't let them, prove to them that if they want to fight, you'll give them a fething fight!" His voice raised, and his presence radiated out even stronger, echoing across the world as his own voice carried throughout the FOB, even without the boost granted by the communicator. "We will hold the line here, today we look to the First Order and we say no further! When the galaxy is old and dying, when another gulag plague threatens to wipe away all of our history, let today be the day that people still tell stories of! Let today be the day that the Alliance stood, when we said no more, and we held!"
Aryn knew all too well as he lowered his communicator that reinforcements were on the way, fleets that could be spared from Thyferra, from Eriadu and from countless other systems, even among their allies were coming to Dagobah, but they would take time. Before they got there, the Alliance would either drive back the First Order, or have to hold until their escape could be managed.
Today, the First Order would get a fierce understanding of just who they were dealing with.
