When the Skye Falls [First Order Dominion of Skye]

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C
Allies: [member="MK-1488"]
Posts: 6/20

Natasi's communicator chirped. She glanced down at it and lifted it to listen to the message. Governor Fortan, the voice intoned over the communicator. A stormtrooper unit has returned with dissidents.

"Very good, Captain, thank you," Natasi replied coolly. "Have the stormtroopers move their captives into position. The city quarantine will soon begin filling up that square, and we need to have room for everyone."

The Governor went to the balcony door and peered out the curtains. There were hundreds of Skye citizens filling the square now. Natasi could track the progress of the quarantine forces as city blocks fell dark and people trickled through the streets. Then, one by one, the traffic from each street slowed until it was a trickle, then stopped. Uniformed militia men blocked the streets with their speeders close behind. Natasi gave a signal, and the First Order stormtroopers took up positions reinforcing the lines. Natasi felt a tremor rush down her back. This is the most people you've ever addressed. The most by several thousand. Perhaps even hundreds of thousands. She took a breath and then took a quick drink from her canteen before strapping it back to her belt.

"It's time." Natasi glanced at the militia commander, but then started as her communicator chirped again. She answered [member="TK-0743 Kage"]. "I want them all alive, if you can swing it, TK-0743." She opened her communicator to address the First Order technicians controlling the broadcast satellites over Skye. "Go live to the square, please. This is it." She turned off her communicator, tucked it away, and gestured for the militia commander and her stormtroopers to move forward. Two stormtroopers swept the double-doors onto the balcony open. The small balcony was flooded with lights from the hastily-rigged lighting in the square. This location, this balcony, was probably the brightest spot in the rapidly darkening night. The crowd fell silent, almost as if on cue. as the First Order delegation stepped out onto the balcony. Natasi moved to the center, where a single, bare microphone was erected. When she spoke, it was difficult not to focus on the sound of her voice echoing through the plaza and across the city.

"In the name of the Supreme Leader," Natasi called. "I greet you, citizens of Skye. I am Governor Fortan, and it is my distinct privilege and honor to welcome each of you to the First Order." She paused; as she expected, the declaration caused confused murmurings to sweep through the crowd. She did not wait for it to subside, and instead continued on: "Rest assured, though today will be difficult, in the near future, you will look upon today as the beginning of a new era of prosperity and peace that can only come through order. Yes, today will be difficult. But future generations -- indeed, perhaps even you -- will celebrate this day in the future as a holiday of sorts, as the day you and your fellow citizens were liberated from the slaving chains of disorder."

Natasi clasped her bare hands behind her back and stood up straighter, her dark eyes scanning the crowd. "Many factions wrestle for control of the galaxy today. The lives of trillions of beings, yours among them, hang in the balance. The First Order provides an alternative to the chaos sown by other powers in this galaxy, whether it be caused by the bloodlust and undisciplined rage of the Sith, or the unprincipled and shifting allegiances of the Senate. When chaos reigns in our galaxy, it is followed by destruction and death. Enough. The Galaxy cries out for peace. It cries out for stability. The First Order has heard its call, and in the name of the Supreme Leader shall bring peace back to the galaxy, peace through order."

She leaned forward; the feeling of thousands of eyes staring up at her (some in fear, others -- she couldn't say: admiration? apprehension?) almost aphrodisiac in its effect. "It will not be easy. It will not be fast. But it will be righteous. For those of you who will welcome the First Order and its guidance, the rewards will be plentiful. Security. Prosperity. Order. For those who find themselves standing in the way of progress, clinging to the outdated and destructive ideology of the Resistance, let it be understood by all who can hear my voice: there will be no quarter. There will be no respite. And most of all, there will be no mercy." She paused to let that sink in, taking a silent breath and nodding sidelong at her stormtrooper captain, who lifted a hand to his ear to work his comlink on. He gave an order to begin moving the dissidents onto the raised platform below the balcony.

"The men and women before you resisted our liberation today. Dozens more have been captured and will be brought here as well. Whether they were simply misguided remains to be seen. But I am not unreasonable. I can understand how a foreign military presence can lead one to react without thinking. Which is why I will give these fellow citizens of yours one chance, to repent and accept the liberation we offer, or to face the consequences." The stormtrooper captain communicated to the stormtroopers in the square, including [member="MK-1488"], to approach each citizen individually and ask if they would give in. Those who agree would be processed for priority re-education. Those who did not would be blasted and left in a smoking heap on the dais.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

[2/20]

Alive huh? I'm not that good. The clone simply shook his head as [member="Natasi Fortan"] spoke. When it was clone versus droids, the choices were far easier. Break the clankers, go home and rest. Now it's a matter of public face and not killing too many people. Or doing so brutally. A sidelong glance was cast for Kage's gun, and a deep frown formed. The dam thing was expensive and hard to get, and now he had to stop using it. With a silent grumble the man switched from the heavy pistol to a simple stun gun, gripping the smaller weapon in one hand. While it weighed the weight of a normal gun, to him it was like a feather. Kage didn't like that.

" [member="TK-0308 Maverick"] . Orders from the brass are to capture alive. I got a small group of insurgents bunkered down nearby, if they haven't ran yet. Meet up at my location, and we can go pay these folks a visit." That was weird. Maverick outranked him once, and now he was giving orders. Hell, Maverick probably still outranked him, but Kage didn't want to just barge into enemy territory alone, even with any unnatural skills he acquired. For now he would sit and wait for his brother from a long dead group, and try to think up some way two clones could take on the small nest.

 

[MK-1488]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Posts: 8/20

The orders were vague, but 88 would comply. The crowd in the city square grew restless as the Stormtroopers haranguing them immediately began to parse out two groups; those who agreed to swear fealty to the First Order, and those who still defiantly refused. The former group was much larger than the latter, and judging by Governor Fortan's speech most of them must have sensed the fact that to openly defy the First Order, especially after taking up arms against them, would likely mean certain death in the form of public execution. Most were not that brave. Recognizing that they had families, or jobs, or other vestiges of mortality that they cared about, they were willing to relinquish whatever cause they once stood for - for now. Some were not so easily persuaded, however.

"Will you relinquish your arms and pledge your loyalty to the First Order?" 88 finally came to a young Sky'tri as the groups were being formed. The alien said nothing, and only stared back into the hollow visage of 88's helmet. Then, out from his pocket came a hidden vibroknife.

How it had gotten past security was a good question - a question that would need to be answered later on, for there were more pressing matters at stake. Namely, the deadly blade headed for the gap between 88's helmet and chestguard. Lifting an arm, 88 quickly blocked the strike and extended his right palm, thumping the Sky'tri in his exposed stomach. The blow sent him doubling over, and the vibroknife dropped to the street. Quickly kicking it away, 88 pulled the defiant alien to his feet before he could try anything else. With one hand around his neck in a headlock, he shoved him to the center of the town square along with the other Sky'tri who refused to give in. There were about a dozen or so in total.

For all MK-1488 cared, they could all burn. Perhaps they should. For some beings, redemption was simply impossible.

 

[Sk-8r]

Objective A
1/20
Sitting in a late shuttle Sk was silently cursing to himself that he arrived late to the party. As soon as it landed he rushed out the door rifle slung over shoulder hoping to find something to kill. In the name of the Order of course. It was just then that he realized he didn't have any orders. Deciding that just assisting any other squads would be ideal he started a brisk jog into the valley. Activating the comm in his helmet "​Sk-8r reporting in. Any need of assistance?​" Unslinging his rifle he slowed down when he got near the fighting. Unsure of where to procide he began to set up his rifle in the cover of some nearby trees.

 

[Varus Ren]

Objective: A
Post 2/20
Allies: [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="BG-4463"]

For but a brief moment, a smirk grew across Varus's face, the flash of the missile illuminating the scarred face beneath his hood. The instant the rocket struck, he let down his hand and with a heavy exhale, pulled a mask up over his face, leaving all but his eyes covered as they narrowed whilst he brought up his blade in both hand. He gave Greifen and the troopers a curt nod, before stalking towards the smoldering ruins of the gate. There was no point in rushing, with each heavy step he could feel the fear emanating from the resistors. As he crossed the threshold, with Greifen and likely the troopers also swarming in the gates, he would by no means be the first person through, but he made his mark once he did step through the smoke.

Within in seconds a blaster bolt was fired at him, a volley of bolts in fact. Suddenly, the menacing trudging ceased. With ease his blade met each of the shots, redirecting them into a fighter who jerked back without a word. His comrades however, made quite the racket. As they zeroed their fire on Varus, the Ren closed in on them with unprecedented speed, deflecting the bolts meant for him with brilliant precesion, but not redirecting them. No, he had other plans.

As he came into range he swiftly slashed through the barrel of one of the rebel's weapons, then slashed across another's chest before she could fire, and as yet another, this one a zabrak male, attempted to run him down Varus simply stepped out of the way. As he moved, he flipped the saber into a reverse grip and impaled the zabrak through the stomach as he snatched the man who's weapon he'd destroyed's hand as he attempted to stab the Ren with a knife.

Slowly he turned his head to face the rebel, his hand steadily crushing the man's forearm, bone cracking audibly as the rebel gasped in agony, falling to his knees. Pulling the saber from the zabrak as it fell forward, Varus spun the saber back into it's normal grip, the golden blade flourishing behind his back as he stared into his opponent's eyes, looking down on the man with disdain. With a swift motion he decapitated the rebel, his eyes turning upward in time to see another bolt aimed for his head soaring towards him. Ducking underneath it Varus growled.

Conquest was always so difficult.

 

[Aram Kalast]

Post: 5(Aram)/5(Belis)

The Retribution-Class began its ascent back into the orbit over Skye. Several alarms were still trying to warn of impending danger but for the most part the crews of the ship had managed to isolate and drain any remaining damage.

“I will take those reports now.” Aram said as he began to pace the bridge, his eyes overlooking several key elements of the ships workings. Officers not once particularly caring about the stares over their shoulders.

“Yes sir.” A datapad was exchanged and Aram took it to view. “We have some new scattered calls stating that the Resistance fighters are in full retreat. We are also hearing whispers that they have launched several transports on the farside of the planet.”

“Attempting to flee.” Aram said simply as he scanned the datapad. “Unfortunately the transports departed to late for them to be of any importance. The General isn't here.” He passed the datapad back and slammed his fist down onto the console in front of him. The intelligence had been good, the rumoured Jedi General of the Resistance was meant to have been on Skye, it was the main reason he had ordered the planets subjection to the First Order.

He would have to send out agents again.
That was an annoyance.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="Varus Ren"] [member="Sk-8r"]
Posts: 9/20

It appeared that the Resistance would make their last stand in the courtyard of the compound. There was nowhere left to run, and it was either stand now and make one last-ditch effort to save the fortress or retreat. In actuality, retreat might have been a better option, as the Resistance had taken heavy casualties and the First Order comparatively few, and they were heavily outnumbered. It was now obvious that holding Skye would be impossible and it was only a matter of time before the First Order won the battle. Yet that did not stop the final stand from the Resistance from being any less bombastic.

The two sides clashed once again in one final electrifying display, blaster bolts flying dizzyingly across either side. The charge was led by Greifen and his compatriot Varus Ren, who fought side-by-side and deflected enemy blaster fire, and plunged headfirst into the enemy. Greifen made no distinctions to those he killed; male, female, human and alien, all who crossed paths with his blade succumbed to it. The initial frenzy meant that there were a horde of enemies firing at him, and one blaster bolt got through, plunging into his side. His armorweave robes mitigated the blast somewhat, but Greifen was injured. He could continue the fight long enough to push the Resistance out hopefully, but not much longer.

As Greifen slayed the last foe nearby, the Resistance began a noticeable retreat, and the Ren motioned a nearby Stormtrooper to him. "SK," He called to [member="Sk-8r"]. Then, at once, he handed the trooper a folded red banner of the First Order, his other hand clutching his blaster wound. "Make your way to the top of the fortress walls and hang this banner to cement our victory!"

 

[Sk-8r]

Shooting the rebels in the back was not challenging in the slightest. And when a superior gave him such a task despite the armor he straightened with pride. "​Of course sir!​" Taking the flag with pride he sprinted up towards the walls occasionally taking the time to extinguish the pathetic lives of rebel scum. When he made it to the walls he firmly planted the banner in the walls. Looking out at the battlefield he couldn't help but grin at the sight of imperial superiority. Nothing could stand in their way. Raising his rifle he yelled almost with religious fervor "For the Order!​"
[member="Greifen Ren"]

 

[Darth Metus]

It was said that creatures of the Dark fed upon Aggression. To them, the most explosive of emotions was better than even the most potent of stims. This source gave them power. This source gave them the ability to overcome overwhelming odds with energy to spare. Hell, sometimes it seemed that the more that a Dark One was beaten up, the stronger they became. That was the current situation. Regardless of how many times the Exile parried, the masked man came back harder. No matter how many times his attacks were repelled, the next was always more ferocious.

And the Force was alive with his anger. With each passing moment, it seemed that Josiah's opponent was slowly becoming a beacon: a fiery manifestation of pure aggression. If this continued, he would have one hell of a problem on his hands. As such, a new strategy was placed to the forefront of the Exile's mind: one that would hearken to an art that he had yet to master. It was dangerous to employ against such a volatile foe, as the risk of...corruption...was impossibly high. But, there were lives at stake.

When the display of telekinetic strength hit home, the Dark One was sent skidding back through the snow. He remained upright, his footing sure, but for now there was distance between the two men. That was good. It gave Josiah the breathing room required to reach out. Most beings of the Light would shy away from such a furious entity, but today the Exile acted like a creature of the Dark. He opened himself to the anger that reverberated through the Force and began the Super-Conducting Loop.

His stance shifted. Vaapad.

Yet just as Josiah was about to unleash the Ren's own anger against him, something...echoed. It was a faint voice, an unfamiliar one...and it was speaking to him directly.

You are a curious one, Josiah Denko.

No time to respond. The Ren was upon him. In but the blink of an eye, the Exile began to expand the Loop. What was once a series of parries and deflections quickly evolved into the meeting of aggression with aggression. Josiah's saber was a furious blur, hacking and slashing away with Belis' own rage acting as fuel. The bout came to a head with a monumental clash...and then the masked one spoke.

"Damn Right." came the Exile's response. "I act. They don't."

The answer was simple, yet spoke volumes of his character. For years, the Jedi of the Republic had been stagnant. They allowed the Sith Empire to rise and to bloat itself with territory. They allowed the One Sith to cripple the former cradle of democracy and freedom. Their inaction cost the Galaxy billions of lives. Yet Josiah? He acted. When the Republic did not move, he found a place within the Fel Imperium. When the Republic remained stagnant, he defeated an Emperor.

He wasn't like the average Jedi. He got chit done.

[4/20]

[member="Belis Ren"]

 

[Malok]

The Armor felt strange.

It wasn't uncomfortable or anything of that sort. It was just...strange. Perhaps it was because Maverick had become accustomed to life outside the military. Or maybe it was just that Kaminoans knew their way around armor better. Whichever the case, the clone felt ever so slightly weird. However, there was a job to do...and at least there were friendly faces to help do it. Well, a friendly face. It had been years since Mav had seen his brother, Kage. In fact, the last time they were together on the same planet was during the good ol'CIS days.

Those were the days.

Now they had some insurgents to deal with. Non-lethal methods only? Ugh. Fine.

"Copy that." he said, visibly flinching at the way the helmet made his voice sound. It was going to take awhile to get used to the Stormtrooper getup. No matter. TK-0308 hopped on a speeder bike and zoomed his way over. It didn't take too long, especially since the only obstacle was nature itself, and upon arrival he disembarked and half-jogged the rest of the way.

Non-lethal. Man, he had just polished his particle beam rifle and everything.

"I heard the transmission. All of them alive. They never make this chit easy."

[member="TK-0743 Kage"]

[5/20]

 

[Sk-8r]

3/20
After carrying out the orders he began to fire at the steadily retreating rebels. The first order's military might is obvious. Soon this world will belong to the supreme leader. At the thought he fired faster as if the supreme leader himself was watching. Briskly he made his way off the wall and got into the thick of combat. Wasn't much of a challenge due to their retreating and all. Moving round the walls he sought a better vantage point with which to inflict more damage.

 

[Krayn]

[member="Josiah Denko"]

Another set of parried attacks and some more lost ground.
The Jedi had proven a worthy match so far, a small thing of joy that had risen a smile to Belis’ face behind his metallic coverings.

There had been a moment where Belis knew he could have ended it, a fatal sweep that should have cleaned through the right arm of the other, but as had happened before the voice warned him of such actions.

Unharmed, Ren!

“Then you and I are more similar than you know.” He responded in turn, as the Jedi seemed to only increase his abilities in a wave of force energy that put Belis on guard and on the defence. “Why waste yourself with them? Why not make a real difference?”

Good. Good. Use his anger, use his emotion. I can feel it, it’s intoxicating.

“I was a Jedi once too.” Belis had created a sizeable gap between them, his blade humming idle as he straightened and took several deep breaths. His spare hand rose and fell to the side of his helmet where it clasped an invisible switch resulting in a hiss and whirring of gears. The faceplate of his helmet disengaged, sliding away from his face. “I now serve a true purpose. As will you.”

Forget the Council. I want this prize.

“Search your feelings. He is calling to you, as he called for me.”

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"If they did, this wouldn't be any fun, huh?" Bitter sarcasm. Kage agreed with Maverick on how annoying the prospect of nonlethal was. His weapons of choice were all very, very deadly. Ah well. He stood up then, bringing his gun up in a ready stance so to speak. No reason to hold back now. Rather quickly the trooper made his way to the building in question, ducking his way through the streets. A blaster rang out, and beside him right when he ducked a small speeder was struck, and slowly began to fade away. Disruptor rifle. Great.

"They may not be soldiers, but they're probably hunters. Disruptor rifle fire, keep your head down."

[member="TK-0308 Maverick"]

[3/20]

 

[Malok]

Pew.

Bzzt.

In mere seconds, the speeder bike upon which the Clone had rode was reduced to nothing. And that irked Maverick on a fundamental level. They were expected to go into a metaphorical hornet's nest, armed with...pea shooters. All the while, they were facing down men armed with Disruptors? "Who in the kark hunts with disruptor rifles?" came his growl. Ah well, such was the life of a solider, right?

"Take point, I guess."

With that said, Maverick reached down to his utility belt and produced a simple flashbang grenade. They wanted to literally vaporize folks? Fine. The brass wanted the karkheads alive? Fine. Blind it is. "Bang out!" he called, as was customary, before hurling it in the general direction of the blaster fire. Bang. And all at once there was a symphony of displeased voices crying out in the blindness.

[member="TK-0743 Kage"]

[6/20]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Allies: [member=Ricochet] | [member="Scorpios Riley"] | [member="TK-0308 Maverick"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member=Sk-8r] | [member="Varus Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"]| First Order
Post #: 4 / 20

”Give them cover fire and flank around to herd any Resistance in to firing range,” Kyle said.

Kyle was back behind the troops answering to the Knights, and he would act as cover to make sure no Resistance back-up swept in to corner them, or any lone heroes popped up to make some futile final stand.

He walked, sometimes backwards for a moment, to get a scan of the area, but it seemed the First Order, for now, had a clear area to move in and clear goal to achieve while the fleet above carried out their objective.

 

[Cali]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="MK-1488"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Colrenth Renfrew"]
1/20

Cali had only recently joined the first order, she was low ranking intelligence operative. She was here to gather information from any prisoner put in front of her, only problem she had with the job, was she sometimes forgot to ask questions, and just torched them anyway. Something that had worried some off her supervisors, though she still got results so it was not enough to dismiss her.

She summoned to her supervisor, ​Agent Rayden, please take this data pad to Agent Renfrew. You will find him in the magistrates office, and the wait their for further instruction. She did not want to do this, she had a new prisoner to attend too, and she really liked new prisoners. She gave a nod to her supervisor and head over to magistrate's office, with data pad for Agent Renfrew, which had all the current intel that had been gathered.

As she entered the room she glance around, and she gave a nod of respect to woman who was obviously in charge. Then made her way over to the agent, and told him ​Here you go sir, all the recent intelligence reports. She then stood back after handing him the pad, and awaited any further instruction. As she did she had quick glance around the room, and wonder if she would ever get an office like this.

 

[Krayn]

Objective C
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="MK-1488"] [member="Cali"]
Posts Count: Aram (5) / Belis (5) / Rhun (1)

Skye was something of an oddity to RN-1507, a conflict that had seen him less the soldier and more the escort. While the rest of the Legions were situated to the north, undergoing a series of raids against the Resistance forces Fifteen and his squad were put on duty assuring that any official presence of the First Order in the capitol were protected and safe.

He had been the one to check the new Intelligence agent’s identification, he had been the one to allow he into the office and he had been the one to follow in behind her and take his place guarding the door.
Best duty of a stormtrooper, guarding doors.

He had heard that the people of Skye were about to get what was coming to them, this [member="Natasi Fortan"], she was a nasty piece of work. Fair from what people said, but dedicated to assuring examples were made. Could he blame her? No, these savages were asking for it, siding with the Resistance.
He only wished he could pull his trigger against them at least once.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

[4/20]

"Will do." Yeah, disruptors didn't make a lot of sense for the hunters to have. Doesn't that just remove all the animal has and leave nothing but dust? Something like that. When they captured them, he'd have to ask them why. Soon as the bang went off so too did Kage, running right into the doorway. Only three of these would be rebels were guarding, and with the dazed state they were quickly dealt with via stun gun. There were more above, given the panicked voices about how the troopers had gotten in, but none near by. They were really bad at this.

"Entrance clear. Voices up top."

 

[Razelle Breuner]

Objective: D (secure Resistance communication site)
Allies: -
Posts: 2/20

CG-2118 and a dozen other stormtroopers stood silently together in the back of a dropship, holding onto the support hooks and staring at the small group of white-helmeted faces around them. All 501st, the elite of the elite. All pulled off of the beachhead they'd established back when the invasion had begun. And now, all being retasked to a separate strike team with a separate agenda. Razelle was just one of many, once again. It was taking some time to get used to this.

On their way, the officer who had pulled them off the line and stuffed them into a transport explained the basics of the mission. He was dressed for inspection, not action. Razelle had to roll her eyes at how little practical experience this "intelligence department" seemed to be getting. "There is a Resistance presence on this planet. Joint operations between Intelligence and the OSB have theorized and validated that there is a relay back to a Resistance coordinator, but we're undermanned in this operation."

He turned to a wall and tapped his holoplayer, a full overhead map of a small mountaintop island lighting itself all across the wall of the dropship. "Your objectives will be to safeguard agents already inserted into the action zone and secure the area. We're expecting heavy resistance, but failure will not be accepted."

There wasn't even a murmur of response. Many of these troopers had been mentally broken into their role as nameless numbers in an indomitable regime. Others were clones "born" into that exact same setting, or professionals like Razelle who didn't need to discuss orders when they were clear and comprehensive. Protect assets. Secure territory. Simple and direct. She stood at attention and in silence, just like the others, until their ship was hammered with what seemed to be an anti-aircraft gun. A single gun? They really hadn't planned for this outpost to be discovered.

After a bumpy landing, the doors to the ship opened, and a dozen white-armored death machines poured out, shouldered rifles and primed grenades at the ready. Razelle's hyperawareness kicked in in the space of a moment, drowning her in information. Courtyard area. Circular wall surrounding a three-story building, towers housing two guard posts and an anti-aircraft gun. Human enemies meant that the intelligence was right; no Sky'tri, only Resistance. She kept her head down and moved for immediate cover behind one of the wings of the dropship, leveling her rifle to scan for priority targets. The AA gun was automated, but the guard posts had marksmen...

One screaming shot flew through the air to her left, and Raz took that as a cue to aim for the one on her right. Her aim was fantastic, and an angry red bolt of light collided with the sharpshooter before he could level his blaster to take a single accurate shot at the infantry squad pouring about the courtyard. Threat neutralized. Move.

 

[Ricochet]

Post [4/20]
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 Amedis Scorpios Riley Silas Khras Torch BG-4463 Razelle Breuner], Mordred, AI-01 Fanus Ren @Argus Cade [member="[/COLOR][FONT='Helvetica Neue']VI-2709"] [/FONT][member="BT-5388"]

Ricochet had lost count of time as her forces pushed into the opening of the stronghold. Stepping across the threshold that was was covered in bodies burnt by blaster fire she made her way into the first sections of the stronghold that jutted from the mountain side. Now things would turn into close quarters indoor warfare - room by room conquest. Down the dark hall, who's lights had been blown out by a bombardment, Ricochet motioned her men to move forward. Blaster fire in arcs emerged from the darkness and pelleted the first group who came in. Ricochet moving to a wall clung to its side trying to reduce her target size. Firing into the dark she let he flashes of her red blaster rifle illuminate the foes.

"Concentrate Fire on the corridor." Ricochet roared. Her face still showing signs of scarring from teh blast she had taken earlier. A few injections of from her bacta injector which was previously holstered in her belt had eased the bleeding. But the scarred tissue still stung in the air. Swinging her arms she motioned her other groups which had been split up between [member="Kyle Amedis"] and Ripper to spread out and use the side corridor doors to begin conquest of the other floors. "Move to the next level. My group here will cover you. Hit them fast. I want these floors covered on the double!" she cried out.

Turning to the fight ahead, she grabbed a slumped stormtrooper and slid him aside. Reaching out again she dragged a wounded trooper to the back of the line and directed the company medic to take him away from center of fire. A heavy gunner finally made his way to the front of the pack and began to unload a full capacity energy magazine of red blaster fire into he corridor. Between the blast periods, Ricochet ordered groups to advance across the corridor. It was a bloody affair, caught in a narrow corridor with limited cover this would be the most costly part of the campaign. But, she was determined to make it to the top of the stronghold and cut off the base's power.

[I hope my post meshes with what has happened since I lasted posted, interpret the post as you will]