When the Skye Falls [First Order Dominion of Skye]

[Krayn]

Objective: D
Locate the and remove the S’kytri Patriarch and Supreme Council
Enemies:[member="Herodias Ren"]
Post 03/20

“Admiral.” Belis had cleared the trees and pulled out his comm-link that was connected to the First Order fleet sat above the planet.
A small humanoid hologram appeared from the device in his hand, tall and pristinely dressed in the uniform of the First Order.

“Master Ren.” The holograph said, flickering as she did thanks to the connection between the wilds of the planet and the orbiting fleet. “We have you on our channels, what can I do to serve?” Admiral T’zal was one of those who were charged underneath the Supreme Commander, a military woman through and through and capable of Belis’ requests.

“I am in need of several probe droids to be sent to my location.” He stated aware that the wind had started to pick up again. “Immediately.”

“It shall be done my lord.” Admiral T’zal disappeared with her words and Belis’ communicator was put back onto his belt with a casual look to the sky above. There was no choice but to keep walking for now, to make his advance on the mountain and await the arrival of his requested goods.

Ten minutes passed before the screaming entry of a First Order deployment pod came racing through the air. The impact of the pod sent a shockwave of sound through the mountain side before a soft hiss released the silent rise of First Order scouting droids. The pair hovered towards Belis before he issued their orders in a simple tone, telling them to head around the mountain and alert at any sign of the Supreme Council. He would continue his move upwards, something was calling to him, something strange and almost familiar.

The path became less obvious, yet more of just a snowy expanse as the mountain reached the chillier upper airs of Skye. For Belis the terrain was a harsh reminder of his mission, reminding him that failure would mean his death. It was here on this peak that he saw the other coming downwards towards him. Two men, each seemingly more curious at the other.

He was told by this stranger that he should leave, that Skye was not the First Order’s for the taking. It was a noble thought, one that the long-dead Jedi mantle inside of Belis would have agreed with and taken inspiration from. However the darkness wouldn’t let it, instead the sheer anger of someone declaring that he should not complete his mission was enough to make him already reach for his weapon.

“This world gave up on it’s peace long ago.” Belis shouted, the artificial modulation of his helmet distorting his voice and amplifying it over the wind. “I am merely here to remind it of it’s rightful place.” He just had to kill the Council and that would be his job done, the fall of the planet itself was in the hands of others, as was the crushing of the Resistance presence. “You will not stop my passage.”

He didn’t extend his saber, the handle just sat in his hand as he sized up the stranger. The wind crashing around them on the mountainside.

 

[Flint Dexen]

Objective C - Round up & Subjugate the Locals
Post 1/20
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]

"Affirmative, Governor. Commencing with quarantine procedures immediately." came the reply to Governor Fortan's order. On the recieving end of the governor's command that day was none other than Finn Dexrin, who had his squad and himself be assigned to cooperate with the governor to fulfill the objective of subjugating the civilian population of Skye. "Alright men, you heard Governor Fortan. Our orders are to round up the native S’kytri people and place them into temporary ‘re-education’ camps and have them await further processing. Do not harm the civilians, as you heard her say. For now, at least." the trooper told his squad, who had arrived at a residential district away from the frontlines where the Resistance was being decimated.

Within a few minute's time, after banging on several doors and some shouting, Dexrin's squad had successfully managed to get a slow line of civilian refugees, who were carrying only their basic belongings, moving towards the coordinates where the First Order had established its temporary camps. Soon the village that Dexrin's men were securing had nearly cleared out, except for about half a dozen young S'kytri men who looked defiantly at the troopers.

Suddenly, the six young S'kytri men shouted something in their native tongue before tackling one of Dexrin's squad members, who fell to the ground shouting in agony. Acting swiftly with the help of four of his troopers, Dexrin managed to get the six attackers subdued and handcuffed. "FN-3490, keep an eye on these locals. TY-4512, check and treat FN-3918 for any injuries." he said, before reaching for his com device.

"Governor Fortan, we have detained six unruly civilians that assaulted one of my men. We have them in our custody - what are your orders?"

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C - Round up & Subjugate the Locals
Post 2/20
Allies: [member="Finn Dexrin"] | [member="Veer Gravois"]

"Resignation accepted, Magister," Natasi murmured as the Magister's head thumped against the desk. A gaping hole in the back of his head poured foul-smelling smoke until it rapidly cooled. Her stormtroopers fanned out through the building, overpowering the rest of the Magister's staff and guards. The Governor holstered her weapons and moved around the desk, kicking the Magister's rolling chair away from his computer terminal and keyed a signal to the city's militia forces to lock the city down. They shouldn't question orders from the Magister's own official terminal. A few moments later, she received confirmation of the order.

Natasi typed a message to the garrison commander, instructing him to report to the Magister's office, then told her troops to drag the bodies out of the public areas of the building.

When [member="Finn Dexrin"] reported in, Natasi smiled. Things were proceeding according to plan. "Thank you for your report, FN-2879. Restrain the dissidents in a transport and when you have finished processing your sector, bring them and any other you encounter to the capital square. I will clear a space for your transport to land."

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="BG-4463"]
Posts: 3/20

The dark figure upturned his lips in a half smile from beneath his black cowl.

"BG-4463," He repeated the Trooper's operating number. "Today you and I will bring glory to the First Order. Let's go. May the God Emperor guide our hands."

As Greifen and the trooper began circling around the battlefield in an attempt to flank the opposition, he could feel his energy at the excitement of battle growing. The opportunity to dole out death in glorious combat had become like a drug now to Greifen Ren. His lightsaber thirsted for more blood, and that was exactly what he would give it. Ducking behind some ruined bunkers due to the First Order's onslaught, he and BG had circled around enough so that some of the Resistance troops now had their back to them. Greifen grew more excited, knowing that they were sitting ducks.

All he did was give a nod to BG. There was no more need for spoken word. Greifen jumped out of cover and ran towards the nearest bunker of enemy troops. He threw his lightsaber like a flaming javelin; guided by the Force, he impaled one of the enemy soldiers through the back. His blade hand recalled the hilt back to him while his other hand splayed out and sent a torrent of invisible Force energy towards the others, knocking them to the ground. They would be easy pickings for BG now.

 

[Ricochet]

Post [2/20]
Objective A:
Ground Sweep
Supreme Commander Kalast has dispatched the 501st and their allies to assault the Resistance Stronghold which has been located in a valley deep in the Highland’s of Skye. It will be this conflict that see’s the stronghold destroyed and the locals aiding them removed.
Company: White Wolves [Kyle AmedisScorpios RileySilas KhrasTorchBG-4463Razelle Breuner], [member="Mordred"], [member="AI-01"] [member="Fanus Ren"]


The White Wolves had made progress up the side of the mountain that would hold the Resistance Stronghold. In doing so Ricochet heard the call to fire and the signal for contact made. Ricochet stormed over to her Lookout Trooper who once again was put into use as the unit's surveillance specialist. Looking down at his monitor screen that was mounted on his fore-arm the Lookout Trooper watched scanned info come in from the surveillance orb hovering above them.

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"I got the stronghold on radar ma'm." Lookout called out. Ricochet swooped around and knelt next to him to have a look. Surveying the map Ricochet looked for an opening that she could spearhead an assault on. Her black gloved cybernetic finger tapped the map projection and she hissed a confirmation. "Here. There is a small port door sticking out of the mountain. Relay its coordinates to all teams and have Ripper assemble a unit by me. I'll force an opening for us." The Lookout nodded and tapped his comm helmet. "All teams this is Lookout, we have a confirmed point of entry for the stronghold, sending coordinates...Alpha, Gamma 2,2,4. Assemble on Captain's point. Over and out." Ricochet nodded and tapped Lookout's shoulder before rising up and moving out.

Noticing there were a few Ren around Ricochet motioned to [member="Mordred"] to move in. Calling to her, "Over here Ren. I need your support. Cut us a path in! And my men will follow!" As well as calling in [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Scorpios Riley"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Torch"]. "Ripper you are go!" Ricochet shouted. His heavy gunners began a barrage of fire into the port door ahead. Resistance fighters from the narrow door fired back and even RPG rounds flew ahead. It pounded near Ricochet, using her cybernetic arm as an anchor she held her position ducking low. Rising up she motioned for the assault on the Port Door to begin.

Gritting her teeth under her helmet and barring her fangs the Wolf of the White Wolves marched forward. "White Wolves attack! Pulverise those Rebel scum!"

 

[Nyx]

Objective: A​

Allies: [member="Ricochet"] [member="AI-01"] The First Order​

Enemies: Pain, The Resistance​

Post Count: 4/20​

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Being bailed out by a droid was not how she foresaw her day going.​

As the machine doled out death and destruction, Mordred was only able to stare. She had heard of the capabilities of certain droids, and the stories her mother told her did not disappoint in the least.
She nodded in thanks to the machine, her hand still held to her wounded shoulder. Then she heard one of the stormtroopers, a captain, she believed, calling for her assistance. It appeared that they needed her assistance to move forward. Even with a wounded shoulder, Mordred was a force to be reckoned with by most ragtag rebels, and she took a deep breath as she readjusted her grip on the staff.​

Hissing as the air blew upon her wound, Mordred leaped out of cover, spotting the rebels at the Port Door. They were spreading out, choking the air with their fire as they attacked the stormtroopers. An RPG round was flying at her, and Mordred barely had enough time to use the Force to alter it's path, the explosion showering her with dirt. Clearly, these rebels did not want them near this door.​

She began to make her way through the battlefield, using her staff to dispatch any Resistance fighters in her way. She ended up with another blaster wound on her thigh, and a large burn mark on her wooden staff. She leaned against a rock, her black hair matted against her face as she panted for breath, her grip tight on her staff, her other hand held against her thigh. The Disciple wasn't immortal, and needed a moment to rest, even as blaster bolts showered down around her.
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[Aram Kalast]

Objective B
Control the space!
Post 03/20

“Venitia has lost shields.”
“Trusia has reported hull-side breach.”
The calls came from the command pits at either side of Aram as he watched the battle swirl around them. The resistance had held more then the initial scouting reports had shown, the fighters that had come up to meet them being more in line with a small navy then a terrorist defence force. He cursed them all.

“I don’t care about anything but critical reports.” He ordered, he needed things streamlined right now. He needed time to think, time to assess. “Have the Venitia move back behind the wedge, tell her to use us as a shield for now. The Trusia can take it, order second flight to intercept and defend.”
He cursed the lack of support again, the First Order navy, while strong was not where he wanted it yet. Still it used the limited warfare tools that he had been forced to collect through the various warlords that had become the First Order. Soon it would not be so, there were other things in the works, larger ships, deadlier weapons. He just had to give Sonn time.

“Intensify forward firepower and push towards the planet.” Aram gave the order to his junior officer stood nearby.

“Towards the planet sir?” He querried. “But the gravitational field, it will slow us down in the—“

“I don’t want theories. Now relay the order.”

“Yes sir.”

Aram looked towards the glowing orb of Skye. If the resistance wanted to play he would play with his best hand.

 

[Colton Renth]

Objective C - Round up & Subjugate the Locals
Allies: Finn Dexrin | Veer Gravois| Natasi Fortan
Posts: 3/20


Colrenth strolled in to the Magister’s office, clad in hid black and red intelligence uniform, complete with gloves, and first order intelligence officer rank insignia, he looked over at the body with the gaping hole in it’s head, “Well now that makes things slightly more difficult for me.” The man said coldly as he walked over another terminal and began, to download flies, looking, for schematics of the infrastructure, district maps, military posting, and any mention of the resistance. The schematics and district map would greatly speed up the process of rounding up and subjugating the locals, and perhaps they learn something about the resistance as well.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C - Round Up & Subjugate the Locals
Allies: [member="Finn Dexrin"] | [member="Veer Gravois"] | [member="Colrenth Renfrew"]
Posts 3/20

Natasi frowned at the intrusion of the intelligence officer, [member="Colrenth Renfrew"], but otherwise ignored him for the moment. She keyed her communicator on and addressed her detachment of stormtroopers. "FN-9183 and FN-8391, please report to the Magister's office. FN-7481 and FN-8366, please escort the militia commander to the office when he arrives. Alive and unharmed," she added primly. No sooner had she disengaged from her communicator that the first pair of stormtroopers entered and offered salutes. "If you gentlemen would be so kind as to remove the Magister from his desk, I would be much obliged," Natasi said as she began working her fingers out of her black leather gloves. The stormtroopers hefted the corpse from the seat and took it out of the room, to where and to what end, Natasi neither knew nor cared.

"It couldn't be helped," Natasi finally informed [member="Colrenth Renfrew"] as she plucked her glove off her left hand, then her right. "Our priority is to get the citizens processed. Whatever intelligence you can salvage upon completion of that objective is a bonus." Natasi sifted through some of the papers that the Magister had on his desk at the time of his unfortunate demise, and finding nothing of particular value, shuffled them into the wastebasket with a few other items of clutter. By the time she had finished, she had shifted the computer off to one side and cleared the rest of the desk save for a few useful items. "Feel free to scan his personal terminal. I'm not sure you'll find anything, given that the late Magister was not what one would call a man of substance. I suspect the Supreme Council was the real power here. Alas, possession is nine-tenths of the law, and soon I will possess this city and this planet, and the First Order will be the only power that matters."

Natasi turned away from the desk, leaving her gloves in front of the chair, and went to the window. Dusk was falling on the city, slowly. Already, Natasi could make out citizens being ushered into by the militia troops. She could almost sense their confusion. Soon, she would answer their questions. Her lips twitched up at the edges. "Have you found anything useful, Agent?"

 

[Colton Renth]

Objective C - Round Up & Subjugate the Locals
Allies: Finn Dexrin | Veer Gravois | [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts 3/20


“Indeed.” Colrenth replied coldly as he continued, his downloads he scanned the flies for few moments, before raising an eyebrow “this could prove the access protocols for the city’s emergency holo broadcast system. We could use that, to the speed up the processing, I would think there would be planet wide version as well, but it seems it is buried under layers of useless, speeches, and other such documents.”

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location:
Allies: [member="Ricochet"] | [member="Scorpios Riley"] | [member=Mordred] | First Order
Post #: 1 / 20

Lothal had been an eye opener. Now, Jedi were classing even their own as ones who were “in the middle” – claiming to fight for the good of the Light, but touching the Dark. It just proved they were as unbalanced and dangerous as ever, and the First Order was doing more than anyone else to stand up to them and the ones who backed their crusades.

The Resistance, a bug that never seemed to die, was one such backer and now it was time for a lesson once more in what real order felt like.

The call came for the next unit to move out, which was Kyle and his troopers, and so without hesitation as the landing ramp creaked down to the floor, they charged forward and out. Two troopers fell before they even made it off the ramp.

”Break formation – push around the outside!”

It seemed the Resistance fighters were not happy to have the First Order on their turf, but for every trooper that fell, a dozen more moved in their spot to avenge the fallen. Kyle took it steady, not racing off like a lunatic, but keeping alert and low, E11 up to gauge the battle ground ahead. He fired two shots quickly towards a visible target, dropping them like a dead weight.

Before him, the scene was chaotic, but under control.

”We’re on the ground – moving forward!”

 

[Argus Cade]

Objective: A
Allies: Ricochet | Scorpios Riley | Mordred | Kyle Amedis | First Order
Post : 1/20


Darkness. An incessant ringing that will not go away.


The Stormtrooper known as XV-2247 or "Cade" snapped in and out of consciousness as the sound of blaster fire roared around him. He had run off one of the shuttles without skipping a beat and, as a result, had the pleasure of being just far enough away from an incoming explosion to survive. Unfortunately, the two troopers who ran alongside with and eventually passed Cade were not quite as lucky. They took the full front of the blast while Cade himself was only hit with light shrapnel and some of the blasts force. Cade inhales deeply as the taste of blood makes itself known in the back of his rather raspy throat.


Death. He smelt death.


Cade quickly grabs his helmet which had been knocked off in the blast and re dons it, his person feeling safer the moment the helmet seats itself fully. A mere five or six feet in front of Cade are the semi charred corpses of his fellows. Cade rips a blaster from the hands of a corpse unceremoniously, his disdain or perhaps lack of care quite visible. Checking it quickly, Cade deems it serviceable and wastes no time in firing at his enemies. It appeared as if the Order was pushing forward violently and Cade deemed it only a matter of time before the resistance was pinned in place and eradicated.


Cade quickly takes up position behind a trooper in front of him, his blaster lowered yet still at the ready. A sudden flash of red assails the trooper directly in front of Cade, the force alone causing the trooper to fall back into Cade. Cade grunts as he pushes his comrade out of the way rather than help him. With this opening, Cade fires on the attacker and downs him with a shot to the chest.


Coordinates blare to life on Cades HUD, an indication from his superiors that their entrance was found. Cade himself was lagging behind and now found himself needing to catch up.

 

[Darth Metus]

The Exile was not surprised.

In the days of his youth, there was always that small hope that conflict could be avoided. Like a good Jedi, Josiah deluded himself into believing that maybe, just maybe, peaceful solutions could be reached. However, when one spends a lifetime clashing with the Darkness, said hope is quickly and efficiently smothered. It was almost a certainty in his present mind that any servant of the Dark would not sway from their course; not when exposed to mere words. Still, Josiah tried...if not for any other reason than to give them a final out.

Yet this one, like all the others before him, was stubborn. He was driven to complete his objective and probably had no qualms about scorching the literal earth to do so. This man had to be stopped. There were innocent lives that were at stake. So, the Exile readied himself. A deep sigh was given in response to the Masked One's words, one that produced a brief cloud of white against the cold. In that moment, the entity known as Josiah Denko was set aside. His hopes. His dreams. His ambitions. All were shelved so that only an empty vessel remained.

In his place came the Force.

He was but an empty cup and that ancient ambience was the beverage. It crashed down upon him, filling the empty chalice until it runneth over. Purest intent was his now his strength. Focus was his ally. The Force was his weapon. "Very well." he breathed. His eyes took a moment to sweep across the snow-swept land between them, taking in all of the possibilities. There were trees, devoid of green. A few stones. And snow. Lots and lots of snow. Those would work.

At once was the Exile's offhand extended: an open palm thrust in the general direction of his foe. In response, the Force answered mightily to his call: projecting a wall of sheer telekinetic force. The power exploded forth, splashing snow and branches every which way. Even an oak, a solid tree, was pulverized in its path. Yet all these obstacles did nothing to slow the attack, nor did they rob it of its might. It was coming for [member="Belis Ren"], either to crush him...or to send him flying off the mountain.

[2/20]

 

[Ricochet]

Post [3/20]
Objective A:
Ground Sweep
Supreme Commander Kalast has dispatched the 501st and their allies to assault the Resistance Stronghold which has been located in a valley deep in the Highland’s of Skye. It will be this conflict that see’s the stronghold destroyed and the locals aiding them removed.
Company: White Wolves [[member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Scorpios Riley"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Torch"] [member="BG-4463"] [member="Razelle Breuner"]], [member="Mordred"], [member="AI-01"] [member="Fanus Ren"] [member="Argus Cade"]

The Disciple from the Beyond, [member="Mordred"], was making good work of the Resistance fighters holding the door. Ripper's guns kept the pressure well enough to. Now was the time to push into the innards of the stronghold. Ricochet marched into the fray, leveling her blaster rifle she popped a rebel as he peaked around a corner and then swung slightly to the right to catch another in the chest. Pausing she turned around to her closest group of troopers.

"Captain Amedis!" Ricochet called out to one of her most trusted squad captains [member="Kyle Amedis"], "Form a group we are moving in! Bring the group on me. Await my signal!" While shouting commands she noticed a straggling Stormtrooper who was making his way across the battle. She pointed to the trooper, as she did so one of the troopers to her right ate a blaster round to the face and flopped over a piece of stone. Ricochet barely noticed the death, she had been in several battlefields and instead continued with her shouting. "You there! Trooper! Over here I need you and your friends here with me!" The troops around [member="Argus Cade"] shook, as they were surprised that the Fist of the Supreme Commander herself had ordered them to her side.

"Disciple!" Ricochet called out [member="Mordred"] in a final shout, "Wheel the rest of the Ren on that door. Follow me to -" A blast exploded from nothingness right in front of Ricochet as she was marching into the heat of the battlefield. The flames enveloped half her form and threw her to the earth. For a moment she couldn't hear, she couldn't see. She felt like the helmet was suffocating her. She pulled her half burned helmet away and sucked in a deep breathe of air. Her torso armor was singed and burnt. And her face was cut and bleeding. Her lips particularly were cut right down both up and lower. And yet Ricochet sported an enraged look. Using the pain as ammunition. She growled. The Wolf of Wolves would not be killed so easily.

"ON MY MARK!" She shouted, still stumbling. Her stormtrooper armor on her cybernetic arm was cut to ribbons revealing the machined arm below. She pulled out a thermal detonator and with her cyber arm tossed it into the pack that had sent the source of the explosion. Now she summoned her own. The detonator tore the port door into a gaping wound - she would be the salt and pain to follow. "MOVE! BLAST THEM INTO OBLIVION!" Ricochet demanded her legs to move and they cried in pain - but pain was focus and it only fueled her vengeance. Her body would break before her will did.

 

[Disciple]

[member="Greifen Ren"]
Objective: A
Post [4/20]

The only response was a silent nod - a vocalizer this close would give them away far faster than he'd like. But once the lightsaber was flung, he gave a "For the Supreme Leader!" The Rebels were thrown with the Force, and BG and his squad advanced steadily, red blasterfire stitching across prone forms and igniting bodies with superheated bolts of energy. For the squad of eight, there were two heavy gunners - BG being one - and between the pair, they were putting down a literal wall of light.

Violent, scorching, exploding with the kinetic transfer of energy... light.

And it was all done without a hint of emotion, and once the first group was done, they kept advancing, a white armored vanguard hot on the heels of robed, black death.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

I do apologize for not posting. Been ill, school's restarted and I've been focusing on the reboot of Jardo Snow so yeah. Sorry, will be getting back into it

Objective A
Location: Somewhere, he wasn't sure
Allies: [member=Ricochet], [member="Kyle Amedis"] Other Wolves.
Posts: 1/20

The First Order would bring chaos, they would bring justice. Stormtrooper F87BDG would be one of the elite troopers in the 501st White Wolves to make sure of that. When the attack on Skye first started, he hadn't been one of the first on the battlefield. Being almost the baby of the group, he chose to stay back on a shuttle and help fly in reinforcements when they were needed. Of course, they were needed, and he thought of that as the stormtroopers all cradled in the back of a shuttle, all prepared to go to their deaths in the name of the First Order.

He'd found himself being rappelled down into the battle, like he'd expected. Shuttles were large, they would hardly fit in the clearing that had been laid out for them. He felt his feet touch the floor, arms unclipping the rope that they'd used to get down. The troops stopped, each of them falling onto a knee. Three shots were fired, resistance fighters falling. It was at that point, F87BDG started running. He knew the location of White Wolves and he was ready to get up to them, get into battle. The sound of his armor thudding across the stone of the floor, almost peaceful.

F87BDG appeared behind the fighting, the resistance fighters all trading shots with the wolves and the other stormtroopers around the front of the building. Slowly, grapple rope attached, the trooper known as F87BDG climbed, climbed like his body wasn't going to make it if he didn't climb. Feeling, grabbing the edge of the roof, using his strength to pull himself up, he shrugged, looking over the roof. He felt the E-11 blaster in his hands, a perfect fit in his grip. He felt his hands close over it, using the edge of the roof. The E-11 was no sniper, that's for sure.

He took the shot.

He unclipped a frag grenade.

He threw it, more like dropped it. He dropped it, that's right. Dropped it over the edge, hoping to get it in the door of the resistance base. A few of the troops had turned, one checking on his fallen friend. The volley of shots rang, all hitting the small wall that F87BDG took cover behind. He saw rock splinter and shatter behind him, some landing in his lap. He growled, slapping his wrist communicator.

"I could do with a little help here captain"

 

[Sibar Laval]

Objective A
Allies: [member="Argus Cade"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Scorpios Riley"] [member="Mordred"] [member="Ricochet"]
Post: [1/20]

Sibar sighed, for everyone except Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] Sibar had left the order right after his promotion. Hell even his own men thought he was gone for good. What would his fellow soldiers think of him? Only one way to find out. He was in the back of his transport ship in his armor, as he watched his squad leave he heard a familiar voice leading them. Your kidding me Sibar approached his team, laughing the entire time. "You guys really left Jax in charge? You really are hopeless. One of the incinerators looked at Sibar, tilting their head slightly "Major Sibar?" Sibar grinned under his helmet "In the flesh." The squad was silent for a moment before one spoke up "It's good to have you back Major, we were about to asssualt the resistance base with out you." Sibar laughed "Oh right, the Resistance. They think they can stop us. Well their just dreaming. Now, LET'S PURGE THESE REBELS! His men screamed with joy SIR YES SIR! Sibar hit the comm on his helmet, setting it on all First Order channels. "This is Major Sibar Laval. Me an my men are here to support the First Order on their assualt on the rebel stronghold."

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="BG-4463"]
Post: 4/20

When Greifen Ren and the detachment of Stormtroopers were finished, no life remained on the hilltop. Smoldering corpses were piled behind the bunker they had attacked, and Greifen advanced on them, mercifully plunging his lightsaber downwards on one Resistance soldier who was still alive, desperately crawling for his weapon. Withdrawing his saber from his victim, Greifen turned back to BG and the other Stormtroopers. The rest of the Resistance was retreating up the hill to their stronghold, which was currently under siege by the rest of the White Wolves. [member="Ricochet"] was keeping them busy by breaching a side door. However, Greifen had other plans for himself and the Stormtroopers with him.

"We will provide support to the Captain," He said to BG. "Mount an assault on the front gates of the stronghold to keep them busy while the Captain and her squadron move in through the port door."

Greifen advanced up the hilltop, using the abandoned bunkers of the Resistance as cover. The main gates of the stronghold were guarded by two turrets which were now firing on their position, as well as enemies along the walls. The turrets would need to be taken out in order for them to advance.

 

[Katelyn Feanor]

Post Count: 2/20
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Scorpios Riley"], First Order
Enemies: Resistance

Fanus whipped the orange saber towards her right, sending an incoming laser shot hurtling towards the ground, darkening the area where it hit the ground. More and more, and more rebels kept on coming, like an endless stream of fire, meeting the stormtroopers who were like ice. A battle, a battle of Fire and Ice. The laser fire persisted upon Fanus's position, making it more difficult for her to block and doge the laser fire. A laser or two managed to break her defense, striking her in her right shoulder. This caused her to stutter back a few steps before regaining her composure and sending a force push towards the rebels in front of her, sending them flying in all directions. Into laser fire, into walls...even into their own allies blaster fire. Fanus didn't smile under her mask from the wreckage she was causing, she knew her parents would be disappointed in her but she believed what she was doing was bringing order to a galaxy wrapped up in war, bringing back peace and harmony in the subjugation of worlds. They, must be so disappointed that I'm using my gift to hurt others, but...it's the right thing to do...I have to do what I have to do to save millions from death, no matter the cost of lost life.

The sound of blaster-fire overhead shook her attention away from her thoughts to focus upon the dogfight in the sky, TIE fighters against X-Wings. She had heard the stories of the X-wings, but seeing them in person was something else. The hurtling of an X-wing sounded overhead as it flew above her. Now, was the time to act..I have to stop distracting myself with all of these new discoveries. She brought up an open hand into the sky, taking the X-wing through the force. Ahhh, man...who knew trying to stop a fast star-fighter was difficult, even with the force. Wait, now that I think about it....jeez I'm an idiot. Fanus brought in most of her will-power into the X-wing, causing one of the wings to crackle and catch fire. This was all she could accomplish before the X-wing was off again, right before the flaming wind blew in a glory of metal and fire, sending the X-wing crashing into the cliff-side.

"Troopers..follow me into the fray towards the strongholds alternate exit. If we cut it off, we can corner the rebels and kill them off like the disease they truly are."

Fanus scrunched up her right arm and rotated it forwards and then backwards a few times, making sure the received laser damage didn't impede the movement to her arm, which it didn't but it would slow down her attacks. She walked forward, her black cloak swaying in the wind, causing it to draft for a half second behind her before clinging back to her body before the process repeated over and over. The troopers under her command followed her without question, marching while fighting to take the stronghold's alternate exit and charge in soon afterwards, flanking the rebels from the inside. As the troopers followed Fanus, they were greeted by two squadrons of rebels, impeding their movement on wards.

The orange saber once again hissed to life. Fanus swiped the saber in a left to right arc, cutting a vertical line across three rebels in front of her, simultaneously killing them. Troopers of the Fire, the Rebels, and of Ice, the Stormtroopers, were dying left and right. Fanus watched this through her mask as she was chopping down rebels in front of her right before a rebel actually charged towards her while she was distracted. The rebel aimed and shot at her face successfully, her mas absorbing the impact while still taking a chunk off of the mask. Despite it being absorbed, she could still feel the vibration of the shot as it hit her mask. She heard the comn from [member="Sibar Laval"] and smiled slightly under her mask at his loud voice.

"Whoa, nice to see you too Sibar, or should I say Major Sibar. Congrats on the promotion. Anyways, good to have you on board, me and my men are currently charging the alternate exit from the rebel stronghold. Feel free to join us if you are looking for a deal of nearby action.."

 

[Nyx]

Objective: A
Allies: First Order, White Wolves, [member="Ricochet"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Scorpios Riley"]
Enemies: The Resistance
Post Count: 1/20

In a shuttle approaching the planet Skye, stormtrooper VI-2709 was packed among her fellow troops. She gripped the scattergun in her hands tightly, licking her lips in anticipation of the coming battle. Her first actual battle, in fact. She had trained hard for nineteen years, weathered the brainwashing, the grueling exercises, the stupid peers, the condescending drill instructors; it had all come down to this moment, and Vi was ready to spill real blood. Doing it for the First Order was an added bonus.
Her peers were less excited. They were all fresh recruits, none of them were tested. The squad leader at the front of the throng was barely holding onto his blaster, constantly readjusting his grip and gulping audibly. Cowards. They should be as ready and raring to take the lives of others as Vi. It was simply the natural order of things, and she firmly believed in the natural order of things. Survival of the fittest, eye for an eye, all that poodoo.
The stormtrooper's thoughts were interrupted by the explosion of a rocket on the side of the shuttle, blasting a hole in the side. She barely had time to blink before the interior depressurized, sucking out several of her comrades, who screamed as they fell to their deaths. Vi felt it pull at her, and scrambled for purchase as she was sucked towards the hole. She grunted as she grabbed onto a cluster of wires, hoping against all of her luck that they would stay in place. She watched as the others who were smart enough to do similar things looked around as the shuttle hurtled toward the ground. The last thing she felt before her vision blacked out was a jerk.

When she came to, she was staring into the lifeless face of her squad leader. Groaning, VI-2709 pushed the corpse off of her, feeling around for her scattergun. Her hands closed around it, and she slowly rose to her feet, looking around the shuttle. It would appear she was the only survivor of the crash. How unfortunate. She scavenged some power packs from the few remaining corpses, and moved out of the crashed vehicle.
She could see where the stormtroopers led by Captain [member="Ricochet"] were pushing back the Resistance, moving into the side of their base. Vi took a moment to gather herself, heaving the scattergun to her shoulder, and began to make her way to the battle.
Dodging blaster bolts with her adrenaline pumping throughout her veins, Vi slid into cover across from the battle, watching as the wounded Captain blew open the door to the base.
Well done.
Bringing up her scattergun to her shoulder, Vi aimed the sights onto a fleeing rebel, taking a deep breath as she squeezed the trigger. She felt the kickback of the weapon, and watched as the pellets slammed into the rebel's back, shredding it as he fell to the snow, dead on impact. She smiled as she stared at her first kill. It felt even better than she had imagined.