When the Skye Falls [First Order Dominion of Skye]

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location:
Allies: [member="Ricochet"] | [member="Scorpios Riley"] | [member="Mordred"] | [member="Silas Khras"] | [member="Torch"] | [member="BG-4463"] | [member="VI-2709"] |[member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Fanus Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | First Order
Post #: 2 / 20

The unmistakable call from [member="Ricochet"] gave Kyle direction where to take his men, and they moved across to converge around her, the white armour coated in black, looking pretty worse for wear but still representing an unshakable legion of justice.

He nodded sharply and covered with fire whilst the port door was taken care of, and the Wolves moved forward. With each trooper near identical in look, save for the shoulder pads of squad leaders and commanders, Kyle took to simply using the voices coming through his helmet to identify his comrades – men and women – leading the fight.

If they fell, he wouldn’t know about it until they returned home. IF they returned home. Right now, he had a job to do and he would take as many men forward as possible.

”Give me fire on that bunker!”

Kyle indicated with his E11 in the direction of the first stronghold beyond the flaming door, running and firing to buy time to move across the carnage. He knew one trooper who could sort this out - [member="Sibar Laval"].

”Major Laval, can you snake around the rear of the bunker and cook them from behind while we cover you?”

It wasn’t long before Kyle was in range, two troopers behind him, and knelt to fire on the Resistance.

 

[Argus Cade]

Objective: A
Allies: White Wolves [Kyle Amedis Scorpios Riley Silas Khras Torch BG-4463 Razelle Breuner Ricochet], Mordred, AI-01 Fanus Ren
post # 02/20



The discomfort had come and gone. The only thing now present in Cades mind was an unrelenting and almost primal desire to destroy. As the other troopers cowered at the command levied upon them, Argus strode forth, meeting the call of his superior despite the rather uproarious amount of fire bearing down upon the troopers. Now striding into battle with the mighty Wolves of the First Order, Cade couldn't help but feel superior to the foe that was quickly losing ground to the Orders advance.


Blast. Cover. Blast. Kill.


The training the Order had drilled into Cade was a symphony resounding within his very mind. He wasn't the conductor, no, Cade was nothing more than one of the many instruments doing it's part.


As the commander subsequently goes down to and rises from an explosion, Cade continues to move forward while putting fire on targets. A rebel not far from his position rises from cover in an attempt to quickly gun down Cade, a tactic that would have worked had Cade not been paying attention. Cade quickly grabs a nearby trooper who had been felled by a blaster bolt, Cade holding the body upright. What might be initially seen as an attempt to save a comrade is quickly dashed as Cade uses the body as a source of mobile cover. A meat shield. A trio of bolts hit the body being used as a shield whilst Cade fires his blaster one-handed in response. The weapons kick was something that made his arm jolt and ache but Cade had both the will and the endurance to bear it for now.


The rebel that had tried to end Cade had failed and is shot down as a result of his arrogance. With his target dead, Cade drops his fellow troopers body in favor of a pile of rubble. As he settles into his cover, Cade feels the pain from earlier coursing about his body once again, his breath turning hoarse and ragged. He would need to get moving again in order to keep his mind from dwelling on any sort of weakness.

 

[Sibar Laval]

Objective A
Allies: First Order
Post: [2/20]

Sibar smiled as he got the question from [member="Kyle Amedis"] "Of course, anything to burn these rebels." Sibar and his men hid from the rebels as Kyle and his men gave covering fire. Soon the 11th incinerator squadron was at the back of the bunker, their flamethrowers at the ready. What happened next, well anyone could have guess what happened next, the rebels burned. Men were ingulfed in flames trying to escape the fire. Black charred bodies covered the bunker, some slumped on the walls or were scattered on the floor. At the back if you listened closely, you could hear the laughing of Major Laval and his men, they enjoyed every second of this. When everything was quiet, when only flames were left of the bunker, in the back the crunching of charred bodies being stepped on could be heard. The sillhouttes of the squadron could been seen in the flames. In Sibar's mind he replayed a moment earlier during the squad's 'reunion'. "Major Laval, you should have heard what the others are calling us. Other squads, hell even other incinerator squads are calling us the pyscos of the order." "Pyscos of the Order? I like it. It describes us pretty well don't you think?"

 

[Krayn]

[member="Josiah Denko"]
Objective: Destroy the Supreme Patriarch and Council
Post 04/20

The mountain-side would be his end.
He had sworn this task would be no challenge to his abilities in front of the watchful eyes of the Supreme Leader, yet here he stood, wounded and tired of the cat-n-mouse game he was playing with the council. However it wasn’t them that caused him pause, it was the man who had come down the mountain to meet him.
The Jedi.

He had been a Jedi once too, he understood what was happening. This Jedi would stand on the mountain and give everything to make sure that the Dark Knight would not make it passed. Even if that meant offering his life. The thing was, Belis had a cause as well and his life was worth less then the task he had been assigned.

It was to be a standoff then.

The Jedi made his move raising his hand in motion, Belis feeling the swelling power of the force being manipulated rolling from where the Jedi stood. A crack-hiss erupted from his lightsaber and the crimson blade roared to life a wall of white snow spreading across the mountain as it was shoved by the force towards Belis.
He had only seconds to react, mere moments where he just managed to raise his arm and use the darker powers available to him to sweep upwards and cause a rip in the tide that was coming at him. The snow fell around him, a deafening roar sated as the terrain settled.

“Just let me pass.” Belis said as he began to walk towards the Jedi, his stance threatening. “Let me pass and I will spare your life.” He sped up his advance, fingers clenching tight on the hilt of his saber as he closed the space between him and the Jedi.

Once in attack range the weapon was raised, smoothly as he could and brought down in a large arching strike towards the Jedi’s shoulder.

 

[BT-5388]

Objective: A
Allies: First Order
Post: #1

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Pain, the first thing he felt was pain.​

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In the vast expanses of the Highlands of Skye, where the fate of a planet and it's people was being decided with the clamour and rage of war, BT-5388's eyes opened wide, as he took in a long gasp of air. At first, all that registered in his mind was confusion, questioning where he was, and what what occurring, and for a moment, panic nearly took him. However, where logic and reason failed him, instinctual training, beaten into his system back at the academy, took hold, and the soldier would focus himself, trying to address the situation at hand. He was alone for all he could tell, and save for a few beams of light, was coated in shadows. His helmet was missing, it's reassuring weight gone from his head, and he could feel dried blood upon his scalp. The sounds of explosions and blaster fire echoed out nearby, and within seconds, he recalled the battle he'd been a part of.​

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It all began well, his mission briefing detailing the assault upon this world, this traitorous population who harbored the enemies of The First Order, and how they would cleanse them from it's surface. As usual, he'd loaded into his dropship, along with the rest of his unit, before they'd be sent charging down to the planet below. Orders were given, quick, compelling speeches were made, and by the time the doors opened, BT-5388 was more than ready to go out into the flames of war. Deploying quickly from the transport, it was a matter of seconds before his blaster was firing off bolts towards the enemy. The Resistance had dug themselves in here quite nicely, and to the men defending, it might seem like this tide of foes would crash upon their defenses, like the tide upon the rocky shore. However, as time went on, the ferocity of the First Order was made more than clear, it's dogs of war unleashed to tear the enemy apart in a cruel, yet precise method pertaining to their discipline and training.​

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BT-5388 and his squad had been assigned a duty during the push forward into the stronghold, the ten man team tasked with the elimination of a pill box up ahead. To neutralize the guns, and make safe for a general assault, it had seemed all to easy at the time to BT-5388, and with the usual enthusiasm, he'd charged alongside his comrades, into the hail of fire that lay before them. Dashing from cover to cover, laying down fire to protect the advance of his fire team, BT-5388 had never felt as alive as he did when in battle. They'd moved, flanking the enemy position, having only maintained limited losses. When the time came, BT-5388 had come crashing into the defense, his blaster lighting up the room, as his team made the last effort to claim the pill box. Their heavier guns silenced, the procession cleared for the rest of their local forces, BT-5388 and his brethren would do a quick sweep of the room, standard routine, to ensure complete kills.​

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That was when he'd found the survivor, one hand clamped upon a bloody wound, the ichor of the injury made plain by his soaked uniform. BT-5388 had never had time to personally meet a Resistance fighter, for in the chaos of battle, you didn't take time to observe the enemy, let alone try to understand them. As he looked into the dying man's eyes, for a moment, Thoros Nassir would feel a certain kinship with the soldier, much to his personal surprise. However, the man before him, clenching his teeth, would raise a hand clutching a small, yet deadly object. The detonator's button was pressed firmly down in his grip, as the man uttered his final words.​

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"You lose."​

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What followed was thunder and fire and force, expanding out around BT-5388, and within an instant, his world went dark.​

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The pillbox had been rigged to explode, perhaps out of some desire to deny it's assets to the enemy, perhaps as a means to spite those who killed those who occupied it. The fact that BT-5388 survived was nothing more than a stroke of luck, and the fact that the Resistance gained their explosives from a less than desirable source, resulting in several misfires, as the ramshackle operation deserved. The small building had collapse in upon itself due to the damage, yet it was not destroyed to the extent that those within would have wanted it. As all this returned to the stormtrooper, so to did the ever constant desire that had been brought into his life. The mission was not over, and he was not dead, so he would not be spending anymore time sleeping on the job, he had animals to put down. But first, he would need to pull himself from this tomb.​

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His right eye, replaced due to injuries sustained in a past battle, would whirl about in his head, as it's imagine shifted, and accounted for the darkness about him. Lighting up his vision, BT-5388 would give himself a quick look over, trying to see if any other prominent injuries had been inflicted upon him. He'd been bruised across his body, had several cuts, and his armour had been quite beaten from the experience, yet he was still functioning to satisfactory levels. Bracing his back against the ground beneath him, he'd adjust his arms infront of him, pressed up against the rubble above him, before beginning to dig. His efforts would be rewarded not ten minutes later, as he hauled himself from the ruins of his former objective, and crawled back out into the battlefield he'd left. Checking about, he'd spot one of his former, less fortunate, comrades, his upper body exposed from the rubble, while blood pooled around him from what remained of his lower halt. Kneeling down, BT-5388 would quickly give thanks for this man's service, before pulling both the helmet and the blaster from the man's corpse.​

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Placing the helmet back upon his head, he'd be relieve to see it was still in fine working order, as multiple signals across the comm channel pinged up. His HUD would automatically bring up an objective, as he realized that all local assets were being tasked to provide assistance towards the deployed 501st in the region. The soldier would be surprised at the mention of the legion, having only heard of their exploits in the past, before he'd check the blaster in hand, and begin running towards his new destination. He'd had a nice nap, but now it was time to go and work for a living.​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C - Round Up & Subjugate the Locals
Allies: Finn Dexrin | Veer Gravois | Colrenth Renfrew
Posts 4/20

"All in good time, Agent," Natasi said calmly. "I would caution you not to put too little faith in speeches, by the way." Natasi finally turned away from the window. "Oratory can change the course of a life, or the galaxy, depending on how it is applied, and who--" She broke off as her communicator buzzed. Governor Fortan, the Commander is here. Two stormtroopers are bringing him to you now, was the message murmured over the line. Natasi thanked him, then paused and glanced at [member="Colrenth Renfrew"]. "Feel free to stay if you wish."

She sat at the desk, set her gloves on her lap, and clasped her elegantly-manicured hands together in front of her. When the Commander entered the room, he was in the middle of shouting at the Stormtroopers. "--who the hell you think you are, but I demand to speak to the -- who the hell are you?" he finally demanded, catching sight of Natasi, sitting in the Magister's seat. "And where the hell is--"

"Let's not muddy the waters by discussing him, shall we?" Natasi said pleasantly. "He is the past -- rather literally -- and for the moment, you are the future. Sit. Now." She glanced at the stormtroopers, who forced the man into his chair. "You've been the Commander of the garrison in this city for... eight years, was it? Yes. And you were considered for the position of Magister by the Patriarch and Council during the last three cycles, but somehow this... sad little man," she gestured at the surrounding office, "has been chosen over you. We'll get to the bottom of why -- I suspect blackmail, I mean, look at this office. Anyway, that's neither here nor there." She leaned forward in the chair. "The First Order is taking this planet, Commander. The Magister did not have the vision to work with us. If you find that you can work with us, for the betterment of Skye and all the galaxy, I can assure you that there will be a place for you. Why don't we have a little chat about that?"

The Commander opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Well... where the hell do we start?"

 

[Colton Renth]

Colrenth,remained silent continuing to download the flies, as well observe the conversation taking place with the commander.

 

[Aram Kalast]

Objective: B
Enemies: RESISTANCE SCUM
Post 4/20

“Sir we can’t move closer to the planet and expect to keep all systems operational!” An aide called out from his pit as sparks shot from the console nearby. Aram’s cruiser was taking heavy damage from the Resistance bombardments yet all he had done was observe the advance carefully. “Sir?”

“Maintain course.” Aram said simply. He watched as the darkness of space began to open to lighter blues of the planets atmosphere. “Draw them nearer.” So far the Resistance had blasted at all their ships equally, yet with Aram’s move towards the planet he’d effectively taunted all of them on to his craft.

“Shields are at ten percent.” Someone declared. The footsteps of Admiral Raal, Aram’s current second coming closer to the Supreme Commander.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat trying to seek the attention of the stoic faced head of command, whose pale blue eyes continued to just watch. “Sir, we can’t maintain the defence.” He almost sounded desperate. “We need to evacuate.”

“We won’t have to.” Aram had seen his opening, an X-wing had broken past them and already the ship wasn’t turning with as much agility as it could in orbit. The gravity of Skye was causing them to have to slow, take wider turns and move with an almost blatant predictability. “Engage the point defence turrets. Individual locks.” He ordered and a flurry of activity sounded behind him.

“Locked.”
“Locked.”
“Locked.”
“Firing now.”

The sky lit up with trails from the defence turrets, each enemy fighter struggling to evade the locked attacks that were ripping through them. Explosions left and right saw the numbers begin to dwindle considerably in the First Orders favour.

“Targets neutralised.” Declared Admiral Raal who wiped the sweat from his forehead. “We still have calls coming in from orbit though Sir.”

“Bring us back.” Aram said as he returned his eyes to a nearby command console. “The Resistance forces should be in retreat. We can mop them up and then move into help the ground assault.”

 

[Disciple]

Objective: A
Post [5/20]
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Greifen Ren"]

The stormtroopers milled about, reloading weapons and checking their gear as they stood over the smoking, scorched earth that was the battleground they'd just cleared. Up the skill were the scattered forms of Rebels making a fighting retreat, and BG slotted a fresh powerpack into his gun before motioning to his men. A white boot came forward, stomping onto the burning embers of burnt grass that was quickly ground beneath his heel.

Crunching over the cratered earth, he nods to the Knight. "We stand ready to serve." The rest of his squad moved up without word, joining the mass of the 501st that was distracting the front door with a heavy, relentless knocking. Two turrets, and they would need to distract them so the heavy weapons teams could take them out. Actual heavy weapons, not his gun. Moving to the first piece of cover, he set up his gun as the others moved up.

Stitching a line of fire up the fortress wall, he drew the ire of a turret while a similar squad to his own moved up on the right flank and attempted to do the same. One inch at a time, momentum was key - already, the squad was bounding up, and when he was no longer the target, BG would do the same.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Allies: [member=Ricochet] | [member="Scorpios Riley"] | [member=Mordred] | [member="Silas Khras"] | [member=Torch] | [member=BG-4463] | [member=VI-2709] |[member="Razelle Breuner"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Fanus Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | First Order
Post #: 3 / 20

Kyle lowered his weapon and looked on as the orange flame engulfed the bunker, spewing flame from the front opening and cooking the bodies inside. It was a gruesome way to go, but Kyle knew if the tables were turned, the Resistance wouldn’t hesitate cooking Kyle if he was stuck in a bunker for the greater good. It had to be done.

Inside his helmet, he could hear the deepened noise of his own breathing, the toils of the battle taking its toll. Pushing forward, the Order was starting to secure positions.

”Nice work Major Laval,” he said softly.

Standing, he raised a gloved fist and motioned forward with two fingers for a steady blanket of white armour to march forward, this time taking a more methodical sweep forward. One line of troops securing the area, shooting first and asking questions later. Those that surrendered were corralled by the nearest trooper and taken prisoner.

Kyle turned back to see the Captain moving on, and he would also do so until they knew the day was theirs.

 

[Argus Cade]

Objective: A
Allies: First Order
Post # 03/20



Somewhat ahead of the masses due to his stunt, Cade was alone until his fellow troopers advanced further. Resistance Fighters were falling back around the board and the time was nigh. Cade knew he could rest when he was either dead or successful, whatever came first. Cade prepares for the continued application of lethal force by slapping a new blaster pack into his weapon. though his body still aches, Cade can feel a renewed wave of vigor swelling within him. Without warning, Cade pops up from cover, the fallen bit of debris just large enough to keep him covered in a crouch. Wasting no time, Cade visits his fury upon one of the fighters still in the area.


The target was hardly old enough to be considered a man. He was more than likely some idealistic farmer or laborer who sought to enforce their own misguided justice upon the Order. It meant nothing to Cade as he sent a slew of bolts at the lad who, after taking a hit to the back, crumpled forward rather quickly. What surprises Cade is the fact that, despite taking a round, the fighter had the audacity to cling to life. With the fighting dying down just enough, Cade leaves his cover whilst a bolt or two fly to far overhead to be a nuisance. Approaching the injured fighter, Cade ensures he's unarmed before flipping him over, his glare conveying both hatred and fear.


" Go to hell, Egghead! "


Cade remains silent as he stares at exactly what he had presmued earlier. Barely a man. Cade removes a knife from the combatant along with a thermal detonator, something he assumes would come in handy at a later time. Judging by the distinct lack of reaction, Cade can only surmise that he had damaged the boys spine. Lucky. Cade takes the knife and looks it over whilst ensuring he wasn't in any real danger from being shot at, his visor covered eyes scanning the area. Looking back at the lad, Cade speaks, his gruff voice finding itself enhanced by the helmet he wears.


" After you. "


With that, Cade slides the blade into the Lads neck and withdraws it all in one motion. He tosses the blade aside and carefully makes his way back to his allies. Truth be told, Cade was in far over his head and he needed support.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="BG-4463"]
Post: 5/20

As the Stormtrooper responded to his order, Greifen nodded. The rest of BG's squad was busy taking their position behind, slowly advancing up the mountain. He could tell that BG-4463 was of the finest stock of First Order Stormtroopers. A soldier like this would follow him to the gates of the nether and back; more importantly, he would die for the First Order. He was but a simple soldier who said nothing, only did what was commanded of him. Alone he was but a faceless enforcer, but it was men like BG that made the First Order possible.

At that moment, Greifen gave what could almost be considered a smile. "Hail Sieger," He said softly. And then immediately, he turned around and charged forward.

The Stormtroopers needed time to get their heavy weapons in place, and Greifen would give them that. He charged towards the walls of the fortress, drawing the ire of the remaining heavy turret. He could feel the turret's lasers impact the ground behind him as they fired to desperately keep him away. Meanwhile, Greifen reached out with the Force and pulled an enemy combatant off the wall, making him plummet to the ground below. The body landed with a sickly thud, and though the soldier was still alive, Greifen soon put an end to that once he reached the wall, plunging his lightsaber down through his heart.

By this time the Stormtrooper's heavy guns were firing upon the turrets. The walls shook as one of the turrets exploded above him. The remaining one seemed to be already abandoned, as the Resistance recognized the futility of attempting to hold the walls against such a force, and began retreating further inside. After another moment, that turret too went up in flames.

Greifen motioned for BG and his squad to follow him to the main gate. The way was clear, for now. Stalking towards the main gate to the enemy fortress, Greifen waited until the rest of the Stormtroopers were behind him before reaching out with his hand. He summoned a gale of energy, and lashing out with his raw hatred, blasted it towards the main gate of the fortress.

It bent, but did not break.

 

[Varus Ren]

Objective A
Allies: [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="BG-4463"]
Post: 1/20

He'd lagged behind, it was still hard to move, though every bit of pain was a blessing, the pain had made him of Ren, it had made him loyal to Sieger, it made him strong. Moving across the battlefield Varus ignited his lightsaber, the golden blade deflecting the blaster bolts aimed at him back to their point of origin, resistance fighters collapsing as the bolts hit them, the soldiers falling down the wall. A0s he stormed through the ranks of the stormtroopers and raise up his hand, blasting the gate the fortress, joining the other Knight of Ren, hammering the door with a blast of energy.

Looking to his new comrade, Varus said but one thing, "Together."

The gate would fall in moments now.

 

[Darth Metus]

"There are too many lives at stake. You will not pass."

So the Dark One wasn't a total pushover.

If the Exile had been...himself...he would have felt a miniscule sense of disappointment. He might have thought "Why was this never easy?" or "Why do they always fight?" Yet in these moments...Josiah wasn't himself. In fact, there was no Josiah. There was simply an entity, filled with the might of pure intent. Following the initial strike, the Exile simply lowered his hand and watched. The wall of telekinetic force was...impressive...but the defense was even more so. A bastion of power was displayed: an upward blast that countered the wall flawlessly.

Then came more words. An offer...if Josiah would only just let this man pass, he would spare his life.

That was a moot deal. There were lives that depended upon the Exile's actions: lights that would be extinguished if he accepted this offer. Not this time. The Darkness would not claim yet another plethora of innocent lives. Not while Josiah yet drew breath. He continued to watch, his grip tightening upon his saber whilst movement gripped his foe. The Dark One was swift, and by his own right deadly. His saber, a brilliant display of bloodshine against the backdrop of snow, was raised and came down with vicious intent. A blow aimed for Josiah's shoulder.

The response? A simple block.

Josiah slid back his dominant foot, allowing him to take the brunt of the blow without faltering in the slightest. His saber was angled horizontally, and as the blades collided it moved with the blow. Slightly. The Exile bent his knees, moving with the strength of the attack...before turning that back against his aggressor. This was the difference between he and his cousin. This was the difference between Djem So and Shii-Cho. Josiah was exceptional in the former, and as such turning defense into an offense was something well-practiced.

The Force, ever-present in his very bones, gave him strength. It multiplied the effort produced by his muscles, allowing him to shove back up against the Dark One with immense fervor. His knees straightened, his posture shot up, and the saber that once lowered with the blow was then raised very swiftly. The sudden jolt would be more than enough to, at worst, cause the Knight of Ren's saber to be raised uncomfortably high. And at best? It would create one hell of an opening. Regardless of the outcome, the followup was just as swift.

With the sabers raised, Josiah quickly moved his offhand. His palm opened, the Force reacted, and a modest shove was applied. It was not nearly the caliber of the offense that opened their duel, but rather a glorified jab. It was poised to strike the Knight upon his torso and cause a few stumbling steps backward into the snow.

[member="Belis Ren"]

[ 3/20 ]

 

[Disciple]

Objective: A
@Griefen Ren [member="Varus Ren"]
[6/20]

BG hefted his gun as the first turret went up in flames, darting forward to the next rock for cover before he realized the other turret was no longer firing. Circling an index finger in the air at head height, the squad formed up around him with weapons pointed towards the tops of the walls in caution. A frown creased his boyish features beneath his helmet, and BG rolled his shoulders to get the strap of his weapon into a better position.

Another Knight seemed to have joined the First, and together they were attempting to breach the wall.

Index and middle finger pointing to a trooper nearby with a shoulder mounted launcher, he swept the pointed digits around towards the door. The trooper nodded, falling to one knee as a man behind him slotted in the ammo. Tapping the first on the head, the loader took a step out of the way of the backwash and the launcher let loose with the characteristic howl of a streaking dumb-fire missile - a missile that arced over the heads of the two Knights.

Impacting high on the gateway, right side, it blew off one of the massive hinges and caused the right door to slump, then groan as weight strained the last hinge remaining on the lower section. The Stormtroopers formed up, watching the flanks and rear to protect the Knights as they did their work.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="BG-4463"] [member="Varus Ren"]
Posts: 6/20

Anger surged within him as the door still stood once the smoke had cleared, the massive durasteel structure mocking him before his eyes. It seemed that the Resistance had adequately prepared for attempted breaches by enemies wielding the Force. Gripping his lightsaber with white knuckles, the frustration boiled within Greifen until he felt a presence from behind. A dark aura much like his own.

He turned to see another Knight-Brother, Varus Ren. It was like staring into a mirror. Greifen smiled. "Yes..." He breathed, finding his spirit once again. "Yes! For Sieger!"

At that moment a rocket screamed over the heads of the two Ren, exploding against the door with a deafening blast. Once the smoke had cleared, he could see that the door was off its upper hinge. It was only a matter of time now until the First Order had this base.

Channeling his anger, Greifen joined his powers with Varus and summoned a gust of hatred within the Force, surging it forward. The door buckled under the pressure and blew back with terrifying speed. There was now nothing separating the First Order from the inner walls of the Resistance stronghold. Hoisting his lightsaber up triumphantly, Greifen charged forward.

 

[Krayn]

Post 5/20

The noise of energy straining against itself filled the mountainside as saber connected with saber. A series of trained and precise strikes came from both assailants, each time being met by an equally as efficient parry and counter-strike. The constant array of missed chances and nearly could-have-beens angered Belis as he continued his advance at the Jedi, an anger that strengthened him and fuelled the darkness within.

He did notice the raised offhand, but his attention could not be fully turned to it. The physical manifestation of the force connecting hard with his torso and sending him backwards through the snow. His footing didn’t falter fortunately but his pride had.
~He is powerful~
The voice of his lord churned through the knights head causing an unseen flinch behind the mask of the Ren. What was the purpose of a voice now? Distraction? Another test?

Sweeping his saber to the side Belis re-engaged the Jedi, his dominant posture advancing forward ever more in an attempt to overcome the defender with sheer brutality. Saber’s crackling defiantly against the attempts filled the silent air.
~Bring him to me. Alive. He will be a powerful asset.~
Again the voice ripped through his conciousness, the want in the voice of the Supreme Leader putting Belis on edge. Why would he seek another when Belis was so praised? To replace him? To have him kill Belis at the last minute in an act of twisted revenge?
He did not know nor cared, but an order was an order.

“You.” His modulator spoke. “You’re not like the other Jedi are you?”

It was time to really test out this man, see what he was really made of.

[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C - Round Up & Subjugate the Locals
Allies: Finn Dexrin | Veer Gravois | Colrenth Renfrew
Posts 5/20

"You made the right choice, Commander. And once we have brought order to this planet, you will be rewarded," Natasi said gravely, some time later, as she shook hands with the Commander. "Now, if you will please give your men the orders we discussed. I will instruct the stormtroopers under my command to bring your wife and son to the Magister's residence. No harm shall come to them." Natasi keyed a command into her communicator and nodded at the Commander, who nodded as well and drew his own communicator, to begin issuing orders to his troops.

Members of the City militia, continue your quarantine efforts. Ensure all citizens are directed to the square in front of the Magister's Hall. Subdue any resistance you encounter and detain them until the quarantine is complete. Stand by for further instructions.

"Feel free to use this office," Natasi told the Commander. "It will be yours soon enough."

 

[MK-1488]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts: 7/20 [6 posts as [member="Greifen Ren"]]

"Name and occupation?"

88 had gotten used to the details of this job quite quickly. For each citizen the question was the same, and in the end, so too would be their destination. These locals were all dissidents, rounded up by MK-1488's Stormtrooper division and now being processed for detention in the city square underneath the Magister's Hall. All as per the orders of Governor Natasi Fortan.

Their answers were short and mundane; some were merchants, others were mechanics. The rabble housed everything from barkeeps to government employees. But all were the enemies of the First Order. as 88 took down their answers and had each one of them printed for identification purposes, he couldn't help but see a bit of himself in these aliens. He, too, was a nobody; a faceless enforcer. Unbeknownst to these folk, this was 1488's first deployment. He had never seen action outside of his Stormtrooper training, which was extensive. And for all of his loyalty conditioning, which had worked marvelously, 88 remained enamored by the outside world. These were the first aliens he had ever seen.

But they would be punished. 88 even welcomed it. Slapping the transport as the last of the dissidents were loaded on, he called to the driver, another Stormtrooper from his Division. "That's the last of them."

His comrade nodded and fired up the engines of the transport. As the engines came to life, 88 hopped onto the skid of the transport, hefting his heavy rifle along with him, ready to go along for the ride. The transport was bound for the city square, and 88 was curious to see what awaited these degenerates once they arrived. Surely, Governor Fortan had plans for them. He would soon find out, as the transport came to the city square in short order and 88 hopped off, pulling open the doors. He directed the dissidents into a disorderly, amoebic circle in the center of the town, surrounded on all sides by 88 and his fellow Stormtroopers. They wouldn't be going anywhere.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Post: 1/20

Another day, another city. A sigh came from behind the stormtroopers helm. Within his gaze laid the bodies of four dead rebels. Blasted apart by the large pistol this man wielded. It had been easy for him, given his unnatural strength and speed, but it had also been boring. Far too easy. They were untrained, and he was just.. Strong. He sat on one edge of the cobblestone street, just watching the blood pool. There were other rebels about, but Kage wasn't in a hurry. He could outrun them in a heartbeat, so why rush it? Or something. Maybe he was just tired of killing people.

A single hand pressed the side of his helm as he opened a com to the higher ups, specifically [member="Natasi Fortan"] . "Met some resistance, dealing with it now. There a specific number you'd like alive? Or do you need just one?" His voice was calm, and his gaze never once left the bodies of the slain. He was too good at this.