What're You Doing In My Swamp? | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Dagobah Hex

[WolfMortum]

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Faction: The First Order.
Target: [member="Loto Afu"].
Starship: Caehl Ren's Furious Class Corvette.
Non-Playable Characters: Omega Four-Five-Nine
Equipment: Caehl Ren's Lightsaber, The Armor of Caehl Ren, The Helm of Caehl Ren.

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Caehl Ren watched as the Furious Class unleashed their weapons fire upon the enemy craft without warning. They were quick to raise their shields yet not fast enough before the explosion took to the aft of their ship and caused the Knight of Ren to smile approvingly beneath the cover of his helm. Upon times of War, such vessels could be detained and impounded, their cargo searched and most often removed of their former owners in the process of eliminating suspicion in their association to the Enemy. The Knight of Ren had no intention of allowing this one to escape from them, they could be anyone, possibly seeking to alert others in neighboring sectors to the sudden invasion and thus bringing upon the First Order reinforcements; risks that were best not left to chance.

"This is Omega of the First Order hailing Unidentified Vessel. Submit yourself for inspection and prepare to be boarded..." Delengtha spoke into the Communications mic, though his gaze remained locked on the vessels sensors, brows meeting dead center as the foreign craft turned it's trajectory around and began to head directly for them. Sweeping the controls, his left hand reached further into the center of the main console and pulled up the defensive operating systems for the Corvette, prioritizing their shields to their front not wishing to take any risks. Fortunate for their opposition was the cover of the decrepit vessel to stand between the Omega and their intended target. The Blaster Cannons manned by the two Knights of Ren stationed below the main flight deck continued to pummel away at the debris, small eruptions of green plasma beating down against the debris field, pieces of durasteel and mass being broken away from the bulk of the floating corpse, showering their foe in residue shrapnel yet unable to land another successful blow until their enemy had come within striking range with maximum efficiency.

The Corvette's sensors suddenly flared to life in alert as their systems picked up on the enemies targeting lock, their torpedo load-out being honed in upon the First Order vessel that upon their release, they might soar directly into their flight path. "Brace for impact!" Delengtha's voice shouted across the Corvette's intercom, suddenly veering their path away from their opposition hoping to minimize the damage dealt to them by the numerous explosive projectiles being launched with a flash of the other craft's missile ports. There was too little time for Caehl Ren to reach the co-pilots seat and strap himself in before their vessel was thrown asunder and the torpedo's first hit their shields with an explosive barrage before they soon gave way and the vessel was torn from the rear. The Cockpit remained sealed though Caehl was thrown from his feet, his head and shoulders slamming against the roof of the interior as the Corvette was sent into a dive, Delengtha doing his utmost to remain in control yet unsuccessful, their vessel had been successfully crippled and began it's descent for the world of Dagobah, flames erupting around the body of the craft as they were forced into the atmosphere of the swamp laden world now at the mercy of whatever fate the Force held in store for them.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order​

BFF: [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

Objective: As the World Falls Down​

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Excerpt From the Coded Journals of Jaius Sovv

It has been many months since I've found myself in this strange form of captivity, the personal 'guest' and occasional confidant of their Grand Moff, although at the rate things are going I cannot say with confidence how much longer that will be the case. My comprehension of the intricacies governing First Order politics is hopelessly limited, but one does not need to see or hear much to understand that a more hands on [member="Sieger Ren"] leaves little room for an executor of even a slightly moderate dispensation. Natasi is a survivor, perhaps she will find a way to move forward with her administration, still I cannot help but feel a growing concern for not only her position, but ultimately her well being, in the way that I would for an old friend.​

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And yet, if the Imperial propaganda mouthpieces that pass as news outlets suitable for my consumption were to be believed, her people are currently slaughtering mine by the tens of thousands. I try always to remember that, and to keep my eyes and ears open no matter how much I may wish to look away. Where before I saw the possibility of reconciliation, perhaps even of cooperation, now all around me this culture appears to be growing more and more diametrically opposed to our way of life each passing day. The contempt for everything Alliance drips from their voices, sometimes it seems all they do, the very foundation of their civilization, is now bent on crushing ours into dust. There can be no peace here.​

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So I remain vigilant, and seek always for information that might prove beneficial to my people should the day come I am ever delivered from this kind of purgatory. I cannot say that I have had much success so far, but while my HoloNet access is severely limited, they will provide me all the offlined datapads I require to compose messages. I must assume all my correspondence is carefully monitored, perhaps even altered or destroyed, and likewise this very journal must be scrutinized regularly by their Security Bureau. Thankfully, my compulsory Sullustan Guard service was in signals because of my conscientious objector status, so I have taken the laborious security measure of writing these entries in code. Try as they might, these words are unintelligible without the cipher to descramble them, which exists only in my hea​

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A loud thumping on his cabin door interrupted President Sovv's concentration. Setting the pad down, Jaius beckoned them to come even as he rose slowly and unsteadily from his seat with the aid of his hovercane. The FIV Concordia's guards were a seemingly impatient lot, and while the Grand Moff had had several pointed conversations with the ones assigned to maintain his house arrest while on board the Concordia, he still had made a habit out of anticipating their 'requests'.

"Your presence is required," the guard said bluntly as soon as his door slid open, "You have three minutes."

"I am ready now," a composed Sullustan elder answered just as simply, hobbling out into the corridor. He did not bother to ask who had summoned him, the guard would not respond and the answer was almost always the same. It was time to pay another visit to his...friend. From his quarters he had heard the alerts that usually preceded a battle, and given how little time had passed he had not expected to meet with her again so soon. This was twice Grand Moff Fortan had requested Sovv's presence during the course of a military operation. His curiosity was piqued.

 

[Armand Temi]

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Objective: Rescue Station Agent [member="Emilia Ravel"] and fight Alliance and Allies
Location: Near the Cave of Evil
Allies: [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Directly engaging: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"]
Nearby: Tiland Kortun, Veino Garn [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]
Soundtrack: Goo Goo Muck

“Help me!”

“It’s on the way!” Varas shouted back. They had to rescue Agent Ravel. She was not only one of the most valuable assets for the FOSB, but also what would it look like among the ranks of the Ren, with the news laddering up to Sieger Ren himself, that three Force Users could not even save one spy?

As rotten as that festering pile of bones in the swamp, thought the clone.

Cutting through the pea-soup of fog and the strong darkside current underscoring everything around them, Varas felt the Lightside of the Force, a small ember in the gloom, raking annoyingly at her psyche. As she glanced in the Jedi’s direction, she could see the saber blade shining like a torch, knowing her own crimson sword glowed just as bright on the other side of the swamp. In fact, she parried a few shots from a blaster, either from nearby Alliance soldiers or from the Jedi himself.

At the time when the Remnant Ranger had detected only the shapes of the Jedi on her thermal scanner, she would have also noticed other forms, some small and some quite large, but none of them human in appearance at all. The noises and cacophony had piqued the interest of various swamp creatures, from Dagobah pythons which hung from the plentiful gnarl trees to giant slugs skimming around the fetid water.

One of these hulking beasts, a dragonsnake began to head towards the crash site, but turned instead to see the first line of B1 Battledroids marching mindlessly over a muddy ridge towards the swamp. It lurched from the water, swinging its long tail, mowing down the mechanicals like rumble pins.

Kyrel’s lightsaber did not plague her with visions as it normally did - perhaps even the object was humbled by such a strong darkside presence which had tamed its mischievous side. Varas merely watched as her father and Therran used the Force to blast the soldiers away from the mud-soaked agent, Kyrel even picking up debris from the dropship and hurling it with telekinesis towards the rangers. But by this time, the Battledroids had also reached the perimeter of where the crash site was and were currently being menaced by a dragonsnake in pursuit. Her green eyes widened as the droids appeared anachronistic - if not utterly helpless - against the clearly prehistoric reptile. Still, her leg itched beyond belief, and Varas reached down shaking her boot off when she realized a group of leeches clung to her bare leg, having slipped inside the pants of her armor somehow.

“Augghhgghhhhhhh!” The brunette clone plucked them off, leaving her pale limb a sanguine mess. “Oh sweet Mother of Kwath,” she cursed, channeling her one of her mother’s favorite phrases. “So fething gross.” As she threw the last one into the swamp with a disgusted grunt, she heard Kyrel’s voice now either aloud or in her mind:

"Apprentice."

Her head whipped up to see him grinning like a sly devaronian. “I promise you, the most sublime annihilation you’ve ever witnessed,” Varas spoke back.

As soon as I get rid of all of the blood-sucking leeches on my leg, she thought, her body shivering at the cold muck that was inside her boot once she put it back on.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Nearby Ally : [member="FN-2826"] "Tempest" |
| Immediate Enemy : [member="Darren Torran"] |
| Location : Dagobah jungles |
| Objective : At least try and look vaguely threatening |
| Equipment:

Spoiler: ""

- Jungle fatigues
- Stormtrooper blast vest
- Medical backpack
- "Deep Fryer" rifle

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Aes'ona slowly stepped back from Tempest a few paces upon his identification of movement--what she could only assume was a hostile, singular or most likely plural​. When she was finally back what she deemed a safe distance, she knelt down similarly to her escort.

"State your presence. Whoever you are...I am colonel FN-2826 and I demand that you reveal your identity at once or there will be dire consequences."

Or, you could just, say, leave and avoid them. Better for everyone, really, she added in her head, knowing full-well that the verbal addition would not be helpful. If this figure was in fact a member of or ally to the Galactic Alliance, whoever they were had no intention to leave. They were here to kill Dogobah's invaders, after all. And for much the same reason, her and Tempest's attachment would not leave without a fight, either.

Her knuckles had gone white and her heartbeat was deafening to her own ears, but she had enough control to not shoot prematurely. Ironically for as tightly as she the doctor's finger was coiled around the trigger, it would take quite the threat to her or hers to get her to actually pull it.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Push the First Order Back
Allies: [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Veino Garn"], Galactic Alliance, [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Varas Kyrel"], [member="Emilia Ravel"]

Sentinel Team was the name of the Pathfinders following Starchaser around. They were doing their best to keep organized. The communications specialist was holding back a bit, just outside of the fray, keeping tabs and helping the medics pull people to safety. With all the blaster fire that was ordered, that was a surprise,but they also had to keep tabs on everything. “Silver Actual, Sentinel Team. Any chance your team has any fighters in the area? Could use some in a close fire zone…” The call went out towards [member="Jyoti Nooran"] and [member="Allyson Locke"]. Maybe they had some fighters in orbit.

Maybe this was also a terrible idea. But for now? It was all the Sullustan had.

Starchaser knew he was going to have to move fast. The Corellian was fine with that. But what he needed to do was push these Ren back, and help save the ones he could. The call to fire into the fray was to set up chaos, something he knew he could navigate through. It wasn’t hyperspace and gravity wells, but it was just as busy. And it gave him the advantage. The team was at his back, and they could, and would miss friendlies, and hell, most of the enemy. The trick was to get everyone shooting. Then people would drop for cover. All he needed was a few seconds.

The Force was surrounding this place, but he wasn’t working on pinpointing it. Coren had called to the Force to protect him, he’d pull in stray blaster fire and Force throws as he ran, using his jump-jet from his light armor to launch into the air. There was someone injured, one of the First Order, some of his own folks too, right now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to act.

The jump-jet stopped when he was above the landing spot he wanted. His lightsaber extinguished as he extended his biologic hand out. Focusing the Force, and all his skills, he hit the ground, pushing the personal protection shield out, being chased by green lightning arcing and hitting ground where it could. Anyone or thing that was leaning towards the dark side would run the risk of being hit with the stunning lightning, and pushed back by the physical force of the shield extending.

And with that, Coren stood, ready.

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Varas Kyrel"]
Gear: Dawnracer's Gaiter, JSA-VAR, Ranger Armor, Ranger Blaster Stave, Ranger Scutum

And just like that her opportunity was taken away from her.

As soon as she saw the debris start to fly she knew what was coming for her. She also knew she could protect herself from it, at least partially. Dropping to her knees, she cradled them up against her chest with the Scutum laid parallel to the ground before her. As the wave of energy neared, it washed over her with no effect thabks to the negation of her gaiter. Only the debris and flying logs, one of which cracked her back, would cause her any difficulty. She grunted and sprawled out as the wave passed her and continued on, sending the rest of her people scattering.

Coren landed next to her in time to save her from the flying Durasteel, but even still she was slow to unfurl herself. As she did so, she slipped her staff into the same hand as her Scutum and reached around to pull her slugthrower. The enemy was escaping, but she wanted to try and knock them down so that they could take one the two throwing Force attacks. They could capture or kill someone in this if they did it right. She had no problem with either. They were all combatants.

"Automatic," she said as she rose to her knees and lifted her gun.

The gun switched over to the hollowpoint FMJ rounds instantly, and she squeezed the trigger, firing all 15 rounds in a flat second. They fired so fast they almost sounded like a single shot, but instead, 15 rounds shot forth at supersonic speed towards Emilia. They could be stopped, maybe, but the others had seconds to react, and an army of droids was descending on them. There was also the matter of the Pathfinders firing on them. It was still a long shot, but she'd take them.

"Can you keep that up and push on the ship with me?" she asked Coren. "Let the droids distract the others and we can take the two there. They're trying far too hard to rescue the woman for her not to be important."

Strategic asset. That's what she would call the girl. They wanted her badly enough to send three sensitives to rescue her. That made her a strategic asset. They either needed to kill or capture her.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Dagobah, GA FOB

Allies: GA, SJO, CiS and allies
Enemies: FO and allies

Nearby: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]
Engaging: N/A

Spoiler: Gear

Armour:

Sasori Armoured Robes
Murr Earings

Weapon:

Asaraa's Lightsaber

Droids:

1 Pack of Pred-X - Deployed on Patrol around the FoB
1 Pack of War-X

Asaraa rested her hands on her hips, blue eyes following Yuroic as he bounded off into the swamp, following him until he was lost from sight before she shook her head almost despondently. “Typical, running off leaving me behind. Who’s going to pull you out of the fire if you run off like that,” she muttered to herself. If anything happened to Yuroic while he was out in the jungle, well she didn’t think Jairdain would be too happy with her. The Padawan made a note to have a word with her master about putting himself in danger, especially when he was the commander of the entire Silver Jedi expeditionary force…although, if she was honest, that willingness to put himself in danger rather than his troops was part of what made him who he was. And to be entirely fair, she wasn't exactly enamoured of the idea of running around in the swamp, in the wet muck, she already had to wear the boots which was a major consideration on her part, she hated wearing anything on her feet if she had a choice.

The young woman paused, listening to the interplay between Marl and Draven, the boy’s fears. “We’ve got the base, we’ve got time to set up, and before you know it we’ll have control of the skies. We got this,” she agreed, flashing them a bright smile as she inclined her head to Marl. “Need a hand getting your turrets set up? Two hands would make it a lot faster than one alone.” Besides, just sitting here waiting was tough for anyone, especially for someone like the Togruta who preferred to do, to get involved rather than sit passively. Patience was something she might need to work on...just not today.

 

[Nuuc Lapt]

Location: Dagobah Atmosphere

Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Airi Tobec"]

Enemies: First Order, [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="The Major"]

Nearby: [member="Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] - Anybody else near the crash sites

Objective: Ground - link up with Alliance assets at U-wing crash site/don't die, Air - Probe First Order ships and protect ground assets



IN DAGOBAH ATMOSPHERE



Captain Jelt's view of the area down below was obstructed by the fog and thick brush of the Dagobah ecosystem, but he could see the First Order frigate clearly. It was one of the ships that had come into atmosphere alongside the one that crashed, leaving a scarred, deformed shape in the ground as smoke trailed from where it made its violent landing.

"Mon, get our sensors checking that frigate for weaknesses," he commanded, attention focused solely on the frigate.

"It's a Sith design, Captain," the Sullustan replied as he kept monitoring the scans. "Boneshatter-class. I've seen them before, they can do some damage if you're not prepared, but weak from the back. Have the fighters circle back around and try to knock out those missile launchers."

Jelt nodded, pacing along the bridge as he waited for Hugo to patch him through to the fighters down below. "[member="Airi Tobec"] it seems you're in charge in the air now. That frigate can hit hard from the front, but it's vulnerable from the rear. Get your squad behind it and target missile systems. Those will be a bigger threat to your fighters than its turbolasers."

A low hum began to sound off from a terminal on the bridge, followed by a loud beeping sound. It was the signal that the dropship down in the hanger had just launched, and would soon make its way to Nuuc's location down in the swamps. Twenty men may not sound like much compared to what the First Order and Alliance could both bring to the table on the ground, but it was a considerable number to the Salvation. They were sacrificing their on-board marine complement on top of ten pulled off from other crew duties, leaving him with a less than optimal amount of people working the ship. But Nuuc was their only force-sensitive, and he was too valuable to Jelt to lose.



ON THE GROUND


Nuuc had spotted the frigate up above early on, and did his best to stay out of view deep in the tree cover. The SERE kit came with a canteen that he always refilled before a mission, and he was glad this one was no exception. He wouldn't drink this swamp water even if he were on the verge of a painful death by dehydration.

After a drink he tucked it back into the bag, checking his manual compass to make sure he was going the right direction. If he were still in the air it would have been much easier to follow the smoke to the U-wing crash site, but that was wishful thinking, and wishful thinking was never practical in a warzone.

Aside from the roaring of the frigate overhead and distant blaster-fire, along with the sounds of mortar rounds landing, the swamps were quiet enough. Nuuc figured the local wildlife had decided to get far away from all these disturbances to their home. It was a smart plan, though sadly one that they likely couldn't maintain for long. War had a way of finding the innocents and making their lives hell.

Did he really crash so far from the U-wing? It felt like he'd been walking for ages, even though it had only been a few minutes. Perhaps it was the thick mud of the swamps sucking on his boots that made it feel that way. The extra effort he needed to put into simply walking was exhausting.

Nuuc lifted his left arm, pressing a button on a wrist-mounted comm unit. "This is Nuuc Lapt, putting out a call to any Alliance troops on the ground. I'm making my way to the U-wing crash site, if anyone is on this channel please respond. I am a friendly, hold your fire."

With nothing left to do but walk and wait, Nuuc kept his feet moving, cursing the muck that threatened to absorb his entire body, starting with his feet.

 

[The Major]

Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah
Over Dagobah ground | Present Time | Objective Blue
First Order Security Bureau Operations Task Force
Allies: [member="FN-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Emilia Ravel"] and The First Order
Enemies: [member="Nuuc Lapt"], [member="Lyra Sunfell"], [member="Kip Hollaran"], [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Lokthra Dawning"] and the Galactic Alliance

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Having been unmolested while scanning and providing overwatch in what now approached high orbit, the FIV Tortuga had managed to glean some alarming information for the imperial forces currently engrossed within the entropic swamps below. A veritable army of unconfirmed origin had streaked past the corvette at a range detectable on the scopes. While concrete numbers were impossible to ascertain in space rough estimates could be derived from the size of the various craft, their number, and approaching formation. Before they disappeared into the fog it appeared as though they were headed to the Alliance Forward Operating Base. This was reported down to the task force ships running close air support. Another confirmation raised the stakes: a group of Alliance vessels moved off from their post over one the many defense platforms and were approaching at flank speed to the main axis of advance near the main objectives. Trouble was incoming. Already in a risky position, the stealth corvette engaged its cloaking device and set a course in a circular motion from its present position. They had exposed themselves enough and some dagger tactics might help extend their operational life. For now, the crew aboard would have to contend with nervously waiting to be able to see once more. Flying blind was unnerving for even the most hardened agents.

Steeled by the estimates of incoming force, the recovery task force under FOSB jurisdiction put in a emergency request for cover from any friendly vessels able to assist. More importantly, they updated the 6th fleet on the valuable, tentative intel. It may not be perfect, but a wealth of recordings, modded maps, and dispositions flowed upward to the vast battlenet above. While it may not be enough to save themselves someone had to benefit from the data.

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“Unacceptable. The First Order cannot fail today. Prepare my squad for a hunt. We will rectify these mistakes by tooth and nail -if need be.” A heavy silence hung as nobody was apt to correct such directives. “Agent Metz, you will man this post in my absence.” He nodded, stern and attempting his best facsimile of seriousness before approaching the holomap now looking criss-crossed with thick black arrows and red swathes. Without much more fuss the Major marched off, thoughts muddled as it started to feel colder and colder.

The frigates maneuvered themselves to rain supporting fire upon enemy starfighters harassing the advancing elements while zipping around at that low flight level while at as high a speed as possible while in atmosphere. Their collective roar reverberated between the trees, shaking the earth and causing any animals foolhardy enough to remain to scurry in panic. While they did acknowledge the report of incoming vessels coming to ruin their party, there was little else that could be done without further support. Dreading the worst, all ships dispelled their compliments of fighters and LAAT/Is, each filled with reinforcements. Most of these peeled off to the rear sections of the Empire’s formations, hopefully picking up the wounded or at least evacuating some of the reserves. The Beat Siren, urged by a very specific order, slowed down just enough while nearing Objective Blue: or the caves. Enemy emplacements began to hammer at the patrol vessel and chip away at the shields. . .

And a hatch opened, and the Major peered down with two fellow hunters flanking. Each of them had the grisly look of deathtroopers with their stark black cuirasses, only they both wore rather haggard looking frock jackets over the set sown with armorweave of a dusty, grimy looking color. Instead of the typical helmet they wore tightened waterproof scarves and bizarre, tricolor hats held with a crude strap and puckered with an array of bird feathers too old to identify specific species. Jet packs adorned either hunter, but the strange woman carried most freakish tool of all to compliment her mirror sheen suit: a pretty, pink parasol. The Monster's Parasol.

“Once we are down there stay out of my way and follow behind me.” She crowed methodically, and the men nodded, hefting heavy repeating blasters and tightening the straps upon their hats.

Menagerie ready, they jumped off the Beat Siren at about 200 meters over the ground, looking like ants spat out from beneath the vessel’s shadow. They plummeted as though a mania had befallen them under the strain. Just as they nearly crashed into the treetops both men activated their jets, sending a plume of flash-condensed humidity in a downward spike as bits of their coats were burnt by the pressure and heat dispelling near their hindquarters. It was all loud enough to sound like rifle shots to the untrained ear; only, drowned out thanks to the passing roar of the patrol vessel’s blue tinged engines fired off —then faded away. The hunters waited for a few peaceful seconds, using the time to scan the fetid murk with their blasters lugged cavalier at hip level. Silence lasted almost long enough that one could just make out the hissing of flying roaches… and then the Major floated down to bramble level. Her parasol was incidentally designed to double as a rather stylish, or abhorrent, parachute. Seemingly nonplussed by the muddy bog or misty dew banks meandering betwixt the massive, twisted trunks —the operator confirmed her bearings, engaged an icon blipping on her HUD and begun to proceed. Closing and spinning the parasol up and unto her red caped shoulder, the woman began jogging to her latest objective: a set of flaring IFF tags and at least one crippled biometric emergency beacon. Being not very far from a certain crashed gunship, it wasn't difficult to perceive the distant echoes of staccato blasts and bursts.

I think I'm stupid, thought she. For you see, the Major was, above all else foolish. So foolish it boggled even her own comprehension. Slave to reasoning so elusive, this soul aged at heart compared her darting steps and agile swoops to the same type of grace exhibited by a woodsman sprinting in cold climes, churning through snow like a mountain lion. Achieving all that could be managed when pushed to the limit they advanced with determination, clinging to thoughts of sudden death. The three hunters each achieved this higher consciousness, elevating them beyond the petty concerns of swamp or stink.

Spoiler: OOC Info

Please note that all ships are IN MOTION at high speed. -accuracy of fire +evasion

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Spoiler: OOC Info

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FOSB Operations Task Force:​

FIV Tortuga

Nightgaunt Class Stealth Corvette(x)​

Shields: 100/100​

Hull: 100/100​

Status: Scanning ships over sector in low orbit​

FIV Tirade​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate (x)​

Shields: 97/100​

Hull: 81/100​

Status: Nominal, CAS​

FIV Hemwick​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate​

Shields: 96/100​

Hull: 99/100​

Status: Nominal, CAS​

FIV Carousel​

Boneshatter Class Assault Frigate​

Shields: 0/100​

Hull: 0/100​

Status: Destroyed, all hands lost​

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FIPV Beat Siren​

Kerunos System Patrol Vessel (x)​

Shields: 91/100​

Hull: 90/100​

Status: Nominal, Armed I&R​

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FIPV Blackhole 3-3​

Kerunos System Patrol Vessel​

Shields: 0/100​

Hull: 0/100​

Status: Destroyed, all hands lost​

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Spoiler: Gear

Monster's Parasol
Garbage Chrome Suit
Ax
Revolver​

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[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Fort Nemo, Dagobah, Sluis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Objective: No Quarter, Hold the Line​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance and their Allies​

Enemies: The First Order, Leftover Imperials​

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As he set down the communicator on the desk before him, Aryn let out a sigh, moving to stand and turn away from the comms station as his attention was diverted by the new visitor from the confederacy. His gaze focused on the cybernetic body of the individual, at first assuming it was a droid of sorts as the voice began to speak, but it was as the man spoke that Aryn noticed the flesh behind its mask, an eyebrow raised in curiosity as he turned his gaze to follow Jurai's out to the droids in the FOB. He could say many more gathering troops out there, allies from the Silver Jedi, among the Alliance and the Confederacy, and now among the Sovereignty as well. "Your assistance is appreciated, General. I will leave you to organize your troops." Giving the man a nod, Aryn watched as Qymaen left the tent, turning his gaze towards Srina for only a moment as he raised an eyebrow, before moving back to the map table.

More reports were in, Aryn heard as scouts and [member="Coren Starchaser"] reported First Order troops and Knights of Ren convering on the cave of evil. He was drawn back to a time before the Empire had begun their assault, when he had faced down his now-ally, the high-sovereign, while he attempted to corrupt the cave. It wouldn't have surprised Aryn if the Knights of Ren had similar plans for it, there were few reasons otherwise that one could want to go there. Reaching down, he picked up the communicator to make a direct link with Coren. "Sentinel Team, have troops plant charges around the cave, bring it down ontop of itself, if it's not done in the next thirty minutes, i'm calling a bombing run on that location." He would not give the First Order any opportunity to tap into the dark power that lingered there, he would sooner see it destroyed than have it fall into their hands.

As he set the communicator down, he felt the shaking of the ground beneath his feet, the report was in to him before he could even question it, the map table beneath him updating with details of the crash site as he cast his gaze over his shoulder towards [member="Srina Talon"] "One of the First Order ships, looks like a frigate, crashed on the surface, it wasn't far, either." He knew that troops would need to be sent to check on the crash site, any survivors would be moving quickly, but he needed to make sure they were stopped if they could be. Glancing out to the FOB, he set his gaze upon [member="Cassus Stoma"] and his AECO troopers. "Sovereignty AECO troops, your mission is to investigate the crash site of that frigate, track anyone who's left the crash site down."

What was more as he looked over the map, Aryn knew there were Imperial troops still out there, but finding them with mere scouts in the swamp was difficult. Luckily, the Alliance's air superiority seemed almost complete, by the number of crashed and first order ships being shot down Aryn was informed of, and he knew he could call upon pilots like [member="Allyson Locke"] and [member="Jyoti Nooran"] to provide CAS and scouting efforts if they were needed. Reaching out to them with his communicator, he spoke into it again. "Locke, Nooran, troops near the Cave of Evil require CAS if you can provide it, I also need scouting runs to locate First Order and Imperial troops moving away from their crash sites." He knew the two pilots would be able to follow his orders well enough, but he still needed more troops out and searching, the Alliance and Confederacy could hold the FOB, but searching parties were necessary.

Setting down his communicator, Aryn turned his gaze over his shoulder towards the Silver Jedi gathering outside, moving out of the tent, he moved over towards them, giving [member="Stephanie Swail"] a gentle nod as he approached, only having spoken to the woman briefly once before as he looked over the others present, giving [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] another nod before he began to speak. "I need the Silver Jedi moving out in search of Imperials in the swamps, i'm sure more than a few of them have survived their crash landings, we can't let them get to any positions where they might be able to escape."

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: LAAT crash site, near the Dark Side Caves.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: The First Order, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Varas Kyrel"][/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt], [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: The Galactic Alliance & Allies, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Tiland Kortun"].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]: Try not to bleed to death.[/SIZE]

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Leaning against the buckled plates of the crashed gunship, Emilia made a decision. It was one she should have made a year ago, one that had been suggested by numerous peers and coworkers. This life was not for her. She’d been headhunted as an agent of the Bureau because of her special skill set, but she wasn’t cut out for field operations, that had been proved time and again. Even working for the Administrative Directorate, her role had been fraught with danger. Assassinations and the infamous FOSB purge had very nearly cost her life. She smiled ruefully to herself. How had it taken her this long to realise.

It seemed a faraway dream, with the wounds she’d just sustained, but in the moments of clarity intercut with blinding pain or dulling numbness, she made her decision. Once she got out of this disgusting swamp, and her injuries had been treated, she would resign for the Security Bureau and work somewhere nice. Somewhere with a view, and where the sun would warm her skin. She leaned back and smiled, fading away from reality for a moment. She imagined the glittering beaches, a cool drink in her hand, and a small house just to herself. Maybe then she could take the time to meet people, form friendships and relationships, maybe even settle down. She’d find a job as a radio technician, somewhere far away from the war. Just the prospect of escaping made her giddy.

Suddenly, she was shunted back into reality, a twinge of pain had brought her back into reality, and it was clear her condition was deteriorating. Her skin felt cold and clammy, and her breathing was laboured. Each time she tried to suck in a breath, it was as if she couldn’t get any air. What’s more, she began to feel nauseous and dizzy. If help didn’t come soon, she knew she didn’t have long. A voice from ahead caught her attention, she was pretty sure the woman had said “automatic,” whatever that meant. She found out a moment later, as the soldier rose up and kneeled in the muck. Emilia flinched as she saw the gun, and tried to move out of the away.

It was no use. In her weakened condition she’d barely shifted her balance to try and move before the enemy fired. Emilia felt the impacts in the same impact the shot cracked through the air. Slugs by the cacophony they created. The 12 shots had crossed the distance in an instant, the majority flying over her head and pinging off the metal behind her. Some did hit, and they struck Emilia in the chest, the first two doing the work to destroy the armour plating that protected her, and the second two fractured apart on impact, burying shrapnel inside of her chest. Another slug struck her shoulder, but broke apart harmlessly on the thick armour.
The effect of the shots was instantaneous, Emilia’s breath caught in her throat and she let out a strangled howl. The initial pain, strong as it was, faded in mere moments. It was replaced by another wave of numbing, this time like ice-cold needles that left her without sensation. Darkness began to gather at the edges of her vision, threatening to overwhelm her. She struggled to stay awake and alert, knowing that falling unconscious now would mean certain death. Underneath the armour she felt her underclothes soaking with blood, and she began to shiver uncontrollably, eyes locked ahead in a blank stare. Her mind ran in overdrive. This is bad, This is bad, This is bad. I am going to die. Another overwhelming wave of drowsiness threatened to drown her, but she clung to her consciousness like a drowning man clutches at straws.

Heart beating rapidly, she grabbed her rifle, manipulating her numb, tingling digits like she was operating them remotely. As she held the gun tight, the swamp dimmed and blurred, her vision failing her for a moment, before returning clearer, but blindingly bright. She was in a bad way. Pathetically, she tried to shift her weight, to crawl away. It was no use, her limbs were lead weights, not responding to the commands from her panicking brain. This was it, this was the end. Craning her neck to see if the Ren had arrived, she spoke softly. “Please... Save me.”

 

[Cassus Stoma]

Cassus Stoma​

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Dagobah, Sluis Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Objective: Secure Crashed First Order Vessel​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Adversaries: The First Order, [member="The Major"]​

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A simple, "Yes, sir." came from beneath the AECO Team's Squad Leader's helmet. His grizzly tone, within itself, could explain the veteran he was. Meanwhile Cassus merely stood from the side, observing the immediate area as the new orders and location was displayed on the helmet's heads-up-display. The five man grouping had begun it's arduous journey through the swamps of Dagobah in it's attempt to locate this crashed vessel and provide reconnaissance if not resistance against the forces that may or may not still remain at the crash. Stoma hadn't paid much mind to that just yet, however, they had a ways to go and a new world like Dagobah caught his keen eye.

The swamp planet would certainly be considered disgusting by many; it's array of scents, sights and the humidity of a never-ending swamp wasn't favorable. Yet to Cassus - a man who had spent the vast majority of his years on a radiated, desert, hell-hole - this was an exotic paradise. He couldn't help his natural curiosity, wandering eyes darting to each and every new thing he happened to see. Thankfully enough his armor was temperature regulated, he wouldn't feel whatever disgusting humidity was on the outside.

The AECO men simply made their way towards the downed frigate. Whatever lay ahead was yet to be seen. Yet as they moved with caution and weapons at the ready they expected anything to come their way. The survivors would certainly be on edge.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

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[member="Rolf Amsel"]​

The stormtrooper’s hands pushed hard against Kayrce as he came to, armoured fists hitting the exact point where the expandable foam was currently protecting her wound, causing her to stagger backwards and leaving her in yet another roll of agony. However it put space between her and the confused First Order trooper who seemed to be having just as much issues with staying on his feet as she did herself.

She could hear Rhun shouting at the soldier, telling him to calm down while he was keeping his posture as open as possible. There had to be a blaster somewhere, his hands pointing around towards the pair of Imperials as its wielder resembled a caged and cornered animal. Slowly but surely the realisation seemed to sink in, his actions becoming less agitated and his stance relaxing. This gave Kayrce the time to stand to her feet, Rhun aiding her up.

“Yes, we were deployed with the fourteenth strike force to cripple the rumoured Alliance fleet amassing in the system. However, something went wrong.” She wasn’t entirely sure herself of the events after they had boarded the shipyard, radio communications having been silent since their deployment. However from what could be garnered through the static the Imperial’s on planet were forming into small pockets of defence against a vast amount of enemies among the swamps, as for the fleet. Again absolute silence. “I have to ask though Colonel. What is a storm commando of the First Order doing on Dagobah?”

He gave his warning, and both Kayrce and Rhun would make no indication of threat as he reached for his weapon. They were both tired and worn-out, having a First Order commando shoot them dead now was probably the nicest thing that could happen. “Biometric scanning. The Order and the Empire, forever more similar then we will ever care to admit.” She flipped the blaster in her hand, catching the barrel and extending it, trigger first towards the Colonel. “We both know that without a weapon we’re all dead.” She gave Rhun a look as he grabbed another blaster from one of the other troopers littered in the swamp. “This is Agent Trask, one of my team is still MIA, and we aren’t getting any indication of location from radio communications.”

Rhun gave Rolf a nod. “Just Rhun will do.” Kayrce could hear the tone, Rhun had always spoken of the order with respect. That was no different in direct conversation.

“I don’t know your exact priorities on the planet, but I would like to get to some form of Imperial resistance. I need to try and get some form of indication of command.” She requested as her hand unconsciously remained too long on her wound. Which gave Rhun a sudden realisation of concern, yet he remained silent. “However for now, consider the First Order in possession of Inferno Squadron.”

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Dagobah, GA FOB

Allies: GA, SJO, CiS and allies
Enemies: FO and allies

Nearby: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
Engaging: N/A

Spoiler: Gear

Armour:

Sasori Armoured Robes
Murr Earings

Weapon:

Asaraa's Lightsaber

Droids:

1 Pack of Pred-X - Deployed as scouts for the Silver Jedi Expeditionary Force
1 Pack of War-X - Deploying with the Silver Jedi Expeditionary Force

The Togruta inclined her head to the side, head bobbing in a respectful nod towards [member="Aryn Teth"] as her fingers reached down, brushing over her lightsaber as a knowing, almost playful smile played over her lips. “Head out and hunt down anyone wandering around the swamps, I think we can manage that.” The man was different from the last time she’d met him, he seemed much more sure of himself, in control of the situation. Gone was the spacer who’d been wandering around a market in search of parts for his lightsaber, in his place a solid militart leader who had taken command of the situation. The young woman’s eyes flicked over to glance at [member="Cassus Stoma"], raising a hand in his direction. “If you guys run into any trouble by the frigate let us know, we shouldn’t be too far from you and can swing by to help if needed.” Her gaze flicked over the soldier and his troops before she smiled, “Hopefully you won’t need it but the offer’s always open.”

Nodding at the Galactic Alliance Supreme Commander and his troops the young woman turned away, glancing over the other Silver Jedi present. “[member="Marl"], you’re probably the stealthiest of us, and the most experienced. Do you wanna take point? Tanasuki is already out there somewhere trailing a group of First Order troops, but we need eyes out first. I’d hate to just blunder into someone, especially with the element of surprise on our side.” The last thing Asaraa wanted was to let all the Silver Jedi forces get wiped out right off the bat, she liked her skin too much, and the other’s were pretty nice too. “If you take your Nightstalkers, set them up along the flanks as scouts, that way they can collapse in on the enemy if we end up in an engagement, a team of angry wookie snipers is enough to mess with anyone’s day. Between them and the Pred-Xs we should be able to hunt down anyone wandering around out there, though I’d prefer to draw them into an ambush if we can.”

Gesturing at Stephanie and Draven, and the rest of the contingent the Red Skinned Togruta grinned, resting her hand on the head of the nearest War-X, “And I guess that makes us the main force. It’ not like last time, when we’re heading towards a specific target, we’re going hunting so, I’d prefer to have us all near the centre of the line, just behind Marl, for now so we can respond to anyone who the scouts find as a group rather than trickling in and potentially getting into trouble.” Well what do you know, all that time hanging out with Valkren and the other Rangers seemed to be rubbing off. “But if you want to spread out along the line, we might spot something that the Ranger’s miss, I’ll leave that upto you.” Smiling at her friends the Togruta pulled her commlink off her belt, raising it up to her lips to raise Yuroic, “Master, the Galactic Alliance has asked us to head out into the swamps to deal with any units of First Order or Imperial troops that might be around now. I’m deploying scouts and we’re heading out of base, you should be able to find us, we’ll be off the paths but following a patrol route to start.”

There were two final updates to make, a quick call to Tanasuki, to make sure he knew where they were ad a quick message left to [member="Jyoti Nooran"], were all she needed before she was ready, satisfied that the chain of command knew what was going on, and ready to meet the challenge ahead.

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Join the fight
Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Ever Dawnracer"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Therran Graush"]

Yuroic reached a group of Rangers, some of whom had died in their crash landing. He helped the ones he could in recovering and ordered them back to the FOB as he narrowed his eyes and scanned the area. It was definitely a swamp world, not one to be welcoming or easy to traverse for battle. Annoyingly the First Order hadn't come to them, they were in a strong position to attack but it seemed that the Knights of Ren had a different agenda. Curiosity tugged hard at Yuroic but he had to think of the people he had under his command. He couldn't go do his own thing as he usually wanted to, there were others that needed him. He turned about ready to return to the base.

That was when the call from Asaraa kicked in over his comms. So they had been ordered to move out, patrol the swamp area and looking for signs of the First Order. Yuroic approved, they were reacting to the First Order's attack, they had the main base secured with defences but they could still be offensive. Moving in the shadows, Yuroic transmitted his location to Asaraa. "We shall join up at this point," he said as he sent a location marker not a few metres from his current location, "from there I will take over the Jedi force, just make sure you don't fall for any traps and be careful of the wildlife, the battle has likely stirred them up." Yuroic commented, as he kept his mind peaceful, ready to communicate with Dagobah's dangerous animals.

He moved along, hearing the many shouts and screams of battle, there was definitely a war going on. The fog and heavy presence of the Force made it difficult for him to pinpoint where the fights were. It was obvious that they were more likely to stumble onto an enemy that be able to attack through surprise. Yuroic only wished he was able to see like Jairdain could, there would be a chance she wouldn't be blinded by this fog. As he wandered, he made sure that he was walking straight to the location he would meet the other Silvers. He had to take leadership back and progress forward. It was daunting as he felt a bit more at ease being alone, there was no one dependent on him, no lives at risk if he made a poor judgement call. But, he couldn't remain blind to the fact that a Jedi of any rank needed to work with others. Especially if he was going to be a Watchman.

Yuroic reached a very thick swampy area, it was difficult to move quickly but Yuroic reserved his energy and moved at a decent pace. He heard nearby shots and saw a soldier firing at a red haired First Order soldier. Yuroic had reached a battle it seemed. "Hey, do you need assistance? I have a group that is coming this way!" Yuroic called to the Alliance soldier as he activated his saber and sensed the presence of three Dark Siders. This was definitely a fight that he would have to involve himself in. Yuroic stepped in faster, nearly tripping but then steadied himself. Raising his gold blade, Yuroic prepared for a fight. He was sure that Asaraa, Draven, Marl and the other Silvers were not far behind him now. They could stop these Ren folk.

 

[Marl]

Objective: Comb the swamps for hostiles.
Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | @Aryn Toth
Enemies: First Order

Marl looked over to Toth, who ordered the SJO to comb the swamps in search of First Order forces. Marl thought the Rangers were better equipped for defending the base, but good soldiers follow orders.

Marl ordered the rangers to ready up when Asaraa approached him of taking point. She then let everyone know what the plan was. Impressive for a padawan to step up like that. In times of war you need people like her. It reminded him of the Clone Wars.

“I don’t mind taking point. As for the rest of your strategy, it’s very good, Asaraa. Sound and using a good amount of the resources we have available. We might make a strategist out of you yet.” He gave her a slight smile and a pat on the back.

“You heard the lady! I want to be on the move in 10!” Marl yelled at the rangers. “Wilkins! I swear if you are not ready in 10!” He scolded at the soldier. Now the fun begins.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: Exfil invaluable FOSB asset​

Location: Near the Cave of Evil​

Allies: First Order, Galactic Empire, [member="Varas Kyrel"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Emilia Ravel"]​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [NEARBY] - [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Veino Garn"]​

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Therran watched carefully as the events unfolded hidden behind the thickness of Dagobah's flora. Miraculously, or using some cheap trick Therran could not decypher, the soldier that had approached Ravel seemed unaffected by the storm of force energy that he had earlier hurled at that position. Nonetheless, that fleeting thought disappeared the moment a Jedi entered the fray. A beacon of Light in Graush's senses. A beacon that the influence of the dark side nexus encouraged him to obliterate. With each passing moment the corruption grew stronger, the dark facade growing thicker before his eyes and judgement.

It consumed him.

Burning with the ethereal, Therran slowly began the ascent to madness.

He fixated his gaze upon the Jedi. Suddenly the head of which transformed into that of his greatest rival - his cousin Asharad Graush, the man holding the power of House Graush and that of the whole First Order military.

Trembling with anger and ambition from within, the feeling of finally getting rid of Asharad, his biggest obstacle and target, engrossed him. The taste of victory was right there, he only had to clinch it. All of it a product of the twisting nature of the dark side nexus nearby.

Small objects began picking up around both Ren and within the Force shield of the Jedi. Or Asharad in Therran's eyes. Eyes affected by the nexus' illusive nature.

While the small tempests of chaotic telekinetic energy were harmless, the Sith's mind began picking up the downed LAAT shoving the injured Emilia away. It shook with Graush's invisible grasp as he strained himself to pick it off the ground. If he succeeded, Therran would hurl it with brutal velocity at the Jedi and soldier aiming to pick up everything on its way up to where new reinforcements arrived.

The Force was limitless, but he was not.

 

[Arage Bao]

Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah
En Route to Dagobah System | Present Time | Hyperspace
FIPV-9 System Patrol Vessel: Blackhole 3-2 (Repurposed Security Bureau Craft)

"Ain't just her brain I'd pick, if you know what I mean." Sienar softly joked with his friend, while stretching softly and getting his gear in order for the mission ahead. The decision had been made early on that Alec would participate here. He didn't have a wife who would grumble or make his life hell, because he was getting tired of being a pretty little pup in the household. The First Order had its head straight as far as Alec was concerned, so putting on a darkened helmet with opaque visor seemed to be the right decision here.

He'd fight, bleed, maybe get some action and then go back to the Tion Cluster.

Just to get a feel of what the old days were.

Settling himself down in a chair next to Talbot was one of the easy things, but waiting for the briefing... was not. Alec wanted the action, he could already feel the thrill starting to rush through him.

The shiver up his spine.

There wasn't quite anything like combat to get your heart pumping.

[member="The Major"] | [member="Talbot Vitalis"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="FN-6767"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah System​

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LAAT/i Gunship (Wreckage/Crash Zone) | Oscar Mike​

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Enemies:​

The Galactic Alliance​

[member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"]​

[member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]​

Allies:​

The First Order | The Galactic Empire​

[member="The Major"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kayrce"]​

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"Yes, we were deployed with the fourteenth strike force to cripple the rumoured Alliance fleet amassing in the system. However, something went wrong.”​

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*Something went wrong...* He shook his head, then immediately regretted it. *Something definitely went wrong.* Rolf had been on plenty of drops before, some nearly as violent as the most recent but something felt different. They'd figured out the results of the Imperial battle quick enough, but what they hadn't anticipated was the sheer amount of coordinated response from the Alliance Forces. Either they'd delayed too long, or there was an information leak somewhere - it hardly mattered now. The situation was what it was. Rolf nodded gingerly in response.

"I have to ask though Colonel. What is a storm commando of the First Order doing on Dagobah?” ​

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*Now that's the question isn't it?* The First Order had surged ahead towards the Dagobah system after the blockade had been established across the Hydian Way. It had been seen as a tactical strike, to finally sever the Alliance hold on the worlds Galactic Southwest of the Alliance's capital, Sullust. The most important among them - Lothal. Lothal had long been the focal point of First Order strategy, aiming to cut off the stronghold and see it weakened before finally cracking the shell and getting to the meat inside. It had taken them far longer, primarily due to the irritatingly resilient Alliance forces they'd come to meet. The Alliance had made them work for their conquest, a price payed in blood, sweat, and piss. The Colonels expression soured for a moment, the stench of the bog near overwhelming. "That's a complicated story, and one that I'm not at liberty to discuss. Suffice it to say, that we now hold a blockade across the Hydian Way and much of the sector. Upon the battle's conclusion..." He reached out, gripping the blaster before bringing it closer. Unfortunately for the Colonel, it wasn't his weapon, that would have made it easier but thanks to his familiarity with the weapon he knew what he had to do. Cradling his sidearm while he manipulated the weapon, he continued. "...we received scattered reports indicating a battle here. Our fleets were already headed to the sector but made a stop here. The Alliance almost seemed to be laying in wait when we got here, far less scattered than the initial reports suggested."

“Biometric scanning. The Order and the Empire, forever more similar then we will ever care to admit.”​

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At that Rolf smirked. Yes, the two did have a similarity about them. Though their tactics and foundations might have been different they certainly tended to lean towards the same advancements in technology. It was good to know it was admired, especially given the somewhat tenuous relationship the First Order had with the Galactic Empire - it had been reborn at the hands of a traitor, but even traitors had their uses. Such concerns weren't for the rank and file like Colonel Amsel, but for the Supreme Leader himself. A brief urge to find his helmet caused him pause, soon resumed as he'd recalled the difficulty the ship grade sensors aboard the LAAT had encountered while trying to scan the surface. It would have been a useless endeavor.

“This is Agent Trask, one of my team is still MIA, and we aren’t getting any indication of location from radio communications.”​

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“Just Rhun will do.”​

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“I don’t know your exact priorities on the planet, but I would like to get to some form of Imperial resistance. I need to try and get some form of indication of command.”​

“However for now, consider the First Order in possession of Inferno Squadron.”​

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The dialogue progressed, Rolf finishing the work and re-sealing the blaster's inner workings just as Commander Kayrce conceded command to himself. "Here." he said, handing the blaster back the same way it had been received. "We call this, the G-11F. A newer addition to our armory. Not much else you need to know, but be careful at close range, the results aren't exactly clean." Forcing himself back to his feet, he felt a little better this time. A quick visual scan of the area around them told him he'd have to rely on his sidearm for now. "We'd best get going. No sense in joining the dead." With that, he took a wobbly first step through the muck of the soft ground, following up with a more sure one after. "Let's find us some help. With any luck, we'll be able to liberate a shuttle or something so we can get us all off this rock."

 

[Kier Grey]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53M6EVfZTNA​

Cpl. FN-6767 "Scars"
Dagobah Surface, Fetid Swamps
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Luther Ando"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="[/COLOR]Kip Hollaran"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Nuuc Lapt"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Tank Trooper Variant, one-color white passive camouflage)
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• T-8B Self-Loading Precision Carbine
• G-11F Blaster Rifle

Trotting through the mud each one of Scars' footsteps make a repulsive squelch whilst they sink into the mud with each passing step; white plastoid bodies barely visible beneath where he feet lands. "I won't end up like you." Scars mutters at motionless comrades laying beneath a thick veneer of debris, mud and sprouting grass noting that the planet seemed to grow and consume all while keeping emerald eyes firmly laid upon feet moving even as the wound in thigh and hip ever burns albeit with a reduced passion thanks to the work of Ando who had seen the appreciative Corporal to Medical attention. A bright red flash and something screams up into the air with a pierching shriek bringing gaze over shoulder, Scars spots a pair of flares soaring towards clouds belching forth smoke and red hot fire before hanging loftily in the air. Not hearing Ando's intention Scars verbally beats Ando with her dry sense of humour. "Why don't you just call them over here!? It's not like this could get much worse!" Scars' lips cock into a slight smirk continuing to sprint the hellfire appears to intensify with Shrapnel being thrown through the air like rain drops in a kaminoan storm, gleefully searing hot shrapnel rips through the air knocking the Corporal around with a cascade of metal lodging itself all up thigh; tearing through bodysuit though goes unnoticed with adrenaline fueling muscles, unlike a majority of combat Troops Scars' had no duraplast armour from knee to hip and is paying for it in precious sanguine lifeblood oozing from several wounds. Wincing she feels a gentle tickle grow up the outside of thigh, attempting to spare it a glance before gaze is gripped by an incoming Repulsor roar. "Halt! Hit the deck!" Scars roars, permitting herself to slip on the mud and land with it seeming to swallow her armour completing the earth brown finish it had been accumulating since they landed. Some bolbous metallic whale lumbers towards them; floating above the ground, shouldering weapon with finger tightening around trigger almost firing. "Contact! Axis, Tank!"

Scars almost bursts out in a crescendo of joy when Luther identifies at as 'friendly' staggering to rise after beating metallic fist against helmet firmly. Tears well up around the artificial spheres; happiness and appreciation becomes overwhelming and dropping the last of her war-sculpted tough-girl facade in a sea of fear, adrenaline and shrapnel zooming above helmeted head. "Oh you beautiful Revheads, yes!!" The mortars briefly pause and Scars pushes up out of muck with a pained grunt staggering towards the two grinning Army Troopers in the doorway as the tank's side Repulsor door was lowered open. Limping towards the Repulsor she offers left-hand to find it firmly received, pulled up into the tank shivering uncontrollably from shock and Adrenaline Scars finds a pair of vacant bantha leather covered seats right near the entrance behind another pair of seats which appear to have Army troopers in-front of them and proceeds to slump down completely dirtying the seat with thick, moist mud that drips off of her armour. Placing her safe T-8 carbine against the hull carefully Scars slumps back into the chair only to notice a series of metallic shards protruding from the outside of right-leg beside the Hull Wall, cursing beneath breath. "Medic! Ando!" Scars yells out within the confines of Repulsor tank, Scars calmly examines the Shrapnel; senses dulled by the stims yet coursing through dilated veins breathing deeply she waits for Ando in an uncharacteristically good mood, jesting at him. "Doc, this time it wasn't my fault I swear" Scars offers the friendly jest in defiance of the situation's hopeless steadily resigning to the idea this campaign might be her last, she survived the FIV Wrath on Kaeshana and Hoth only to die in the muck to a few mortars? Guess better late than never, comforted by the idea that a number of comrades yet await in the Afterlife.