You'll Sleep When I Say So [First Order Invasion of Outer Rim Coalition [Hex K-53] Skor II]

[Thaddeus Wyse]

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Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Answers Fight.
Allies: TSE|FO [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: ORC. Anyone standing in his way | [member="Yula Perl"] (Now) | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]

The moment their bodies collided something froze inside of Elian.

Close proximity, face so close it almost hugged his visor and made Yula almost loom and take up the entirety of his eye. "Wh-" Who are you? He had wanted to ask, going against every order and overriding what his body was trying to force on him. Luckily (or perhaps not) Yula made the decision for both of them. The blaster barrel touched the armor of his stomach and then it rang. It was a good thing that this was first-grade armor and none of that simple chit.

Instead of a hole through his spine it dashed against his armor.

He groaned as it slammed into him, causing bruising and maybe even snapping a rib internally. The heat enough to brush to radiate through the coating and leaving a burn on his skin. It was enough to shake him out of his questions.

Survive.

As she squeezed the trigger again the frame of his armored fist would loom up in front of her eyes. Trying to punch her in the face, once, twice, as often as he could.

In that moment Elian didn't care about anything else. His vision cone had shrunk to just the two of them, he could hear Zef's voice from the distance, but it didn't arrive so much as pass through him meaninglessly. Order forgotten, rules, regulations, it wasn't even that he trusted his fellow stormtroopers to have his back. No... it was simply that in the span of these heartbeats Elian couldn't care less about it.

All that mattered was this.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Objective: Respond to Visions
Opponents: [member="Rolf Amsel"] & Co.
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They were reading through the streets of Metrobig City aboard a speeder. Ahead, Tiland could just make out the tops of the First Order walkers.

What he could also see was that the streets had caved in beneath them, miring the AT-STs in debris, broken pipe, and a drop beneath the city. Also, there was a barricade ahead of them. As the Anzati clutched more tightly, they shot up into the air as Vorhi went to scratch one with his gauntlets.

Something trembled in the Force. Something terrible and Tiland locked himself to the speeder as his vision changed.

An explosion ripples across the cityscape and above them, the energy shield flickered, and then went out, collapsing to the surface. The city was exposed and fiery debris rained down from above. Great wrecks of capital ships shuddered into the ground, sending shockwaves through the ground and waves of dust to fill the air. Still they fell and fell, crushing everything beneath them. Nothing would survive the inferno and destruction. As the clouds of dust and toxic smoke grew higher and higher, it blocked out the sun as it was sucked into the upper atmosphere. It would be a disaster of catastrophic proportions.[/]

The vision ended suddenly and Tiland grasped the speeder bike as they hurtled forward again.

“They saw!” Tiland yelled over the roar and the wind rushing through his ears. “We must protect the shield generator!” The wind whipped and grabbed at his words as he spoke. “If the ships fall from sky and hit the city...!” He didn’t even have a chance to finish the words as the wild notions nearly threw him from the back of the speeder.

He fumbled through his belt pouches for an ancient looking comlink, and he fumbled it on. Squinting in the wind, he managed to page a message to Julius Sedaire.

A vision, it read, has come. Must protect the generator. Planet cataclysm possible if failed.

Now all he could do was hope that it got through in time.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Metrobig City Refugee Camp
Objective: See what’s up with the suspicious girl
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Orvo Lekarz"]
Enemies: FO |[member="Leah Kaban"]

Joza met the Jedi’s look of surprise head on, her own face toned calm with a note of insistence. She’d sensed the brief flurry of protest in him and she’d expected it—after all, she had offered his service without his permission. But in times of war, such courtesies were curbed in favor of action. Her hand squeezed his shoulder briefly as if to cement that his participation wasn’t exactly optional, but nevertheless appreciated.

“Go on, then.” Her hand dropped from Sunstrider’s shoulder while encouraging the pair. “No need to worry about the refugees here. I’ve held down civilian forts in war time before.” Her gaze rolled up towards the sky, towards the massive ships doing battle with one another and the smaller star fighters in the atmosphere. So far they’d been fortunate at the camp, but whether their safety was deliberate or lucky was yet to be seen. You could never be entirely sure of people’s motives, even as an empath. Despite her generally friendly nature (outside of war, that was), Joza trusted little.

She squinted at the horizon, worry about what would come after. If the Outer Rim kept their claim to Skor II, their work would not end in battle. If the First Order won, then who knew what came next. Joza was unaware of their blanket order to leave civilians unharmed but given what she’d both seen and heard of the imperial war machine’s conquests, she’d prepared for the worst.

Never a good thing to look towards the future for too long, not when the present needed your attention.

“Perhaps you two can talk about something other than war.” It was the oldest trick in the book, parents distracting their children from the din of battle with stories to help ease them from their fear. “Electronics, maybe?” She gestured towards the young woman’s arm where she’d seen the edge of something—a datapad? Fancy chrono?—peeking out from her sleeve moments before. “Maybe you can teach Blue Eyes a thing or two.”

Her eyes turned back towards the hospital and the overflow spilling out into the street. They hadn’t expected to take on this many refugees so soon, but the station orbiting above Skor had been evacuated as soon as they’d received word of the incoming fleet.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Metrobig City Flea Market
Objective: Worst family reunion ever
Allies: ORC | AiE | Old man [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | The Mad Monk Duo [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] and [member="Tiland Kortun"] [somewhere nearby]
Enemies: FO | [member="Elian Keyes"] [Engaging] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]

When the first shot didn’t cause her assailant to curl up and die, she found the trigger again. Panic and anger wrote across her face as her senses were quickly overloaded. All around her there was shouting, her head hurt, shots were being fired and she didn’t know if they were friend or foe. Was her grandfather dead?

“Yula!”

No, he’d called her name. Someone yelled to get behind the wall. She’d heard all these things, yet they only registered in the back of her mind, the barest parts where nothing really had any time to sink in. Maybe she’d have the fortune of looking back on this moment with more clarity, maybe it would all be forgotten after this was over. Maybe she’d never think again.

The man above her tried to speak, nothing more than a syllable. Muffled and strangely modulated from behind his visor but it was enough for her finger to slacken on the trigger, startled by something she didn’t understand.

Crack. A fracture spiraled up her jaw bone.
Crack. Blood poured from both nostrils.
Crack. She’d need some dental work after this.

His fist crashed against her face once, twice, a third time. Each time her head would be thrown from one side of the crumbled duracrete ground to the other. Her hand instinctively left the pistol resting near her hip and came up in front of her face to defend herself, but did little to stop the assault. Her vision went awry, world spinning, view narrowing and warping at strange angles that made her nauseous. As her head had been jerked to one side, she could make out the form of a blurry figure standing above her grandfather, weapon brandished and aimed at the old man’s back.

“Gramps!” She cried out, aspirating blood onto the stormtrooper’s visor with her shout. In her mind, he’d been invincible. Her cool smuggler grandfather who had no time to give a chit about anything. Who’d survived this long on his wits and quick draw skills.

She was angry.

One of her hands frantically searched at her hip, ripping away a small tapered durasteel blade that had been strapped beneath her clothes at her waist. With a cry of fury, she swung the knife to the side of the trooper’s neck, intending to bury it into his windpipe with the force of a granddaughter wronged.

Teeth clenched, blood poured from her nose and mouth, the cuts at her forehead and drizzled across her face. Her head was warped with the sounds of battle going on around them, the empath in her struggling to handle her fear and anger, the physical trauma causing her to hear things that may or may not have been there. Strangely enough, her addled mind was playing Vorhi’s most recent extended play on loop.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Low Orbit -> Palace
Allies: ORC | GAiE
Enemies: FO, [member="Varas Ren"] eventually
Objective: S t a g e C h a n g e

Everything was going well for once, until it wasn't. Suddenly, Cale's craft went dark, the power coupler that he had just replaced shorted, because of course it did. Backup systems began to kick in, but they were slow, too slow. A vengeful TIE pilot seized their chance, shots raked the freighter, and something that he was sure was important exploded. The instant power returned, Cale made a break for the surface.

The descent was anything but graceful, partly because he was avoiding being shot down, partly because most of the controls gave out halfway though the stratosphere, both contributed to the old bucket of bolts dropping like a wounded bird through the chaos. The force screamed for him to do something, but of course it failed to provide much in the way of suggestions, instead Cale wrestled with controls, fighting to level himself out as the streets near the palace rushed up to meet him. Had the controls not responded when they did, he and the craft likely been a nice crater near the palace.

Instead it leveled out, and slowed it self enough that he didn't die when it slammed into the ground and plowed into a nearby building. The once Jedi and Sith was alive, and somehow not all that injured aside from a few scrapes and bruises. He was however, still a one armed man in a warzone with little more to defend himself than a simple blaster and survival instinct.

It was going to be a rough day.

 

[Mishka Larraq]

Location: Imperial Squib Palace
Allies: ORC Soldiers and Squib Bait King

• Random Karker somewhere in the Palace ([member="Krenis Skirata"])
• Coalition Command ([member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Julius Sedaire"])
• Kingsguard ([member="Jaius Sovv"], [member="Vaudin Miir"])
• Mixed Jedi Unit ([member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Darth Metus"])

Enemies: Sith, Sith Agents, People that shoot at Mishka,

• Team 1 ([member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"]) (best guess: engaging Coalition Command)
• Team 2 ([member="Vestille Thumahra"]) (best guess: 1v1 w/ Skirata)
• Team 3 ([member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"]) (best guess: Lost at the giftshop)

Objective:

• Babysit the NPC's, Wander the Hallways
• Run back and engage the SpecOps team that somehow got behind Mishka and friends

Mishka kept her senses focused upon the hallways immediately ahead of herself and the assortment of Coalition soldiers, as well as the area immediately behind them. So far, there had been no disturbances and they had walked for quite a while. For so small a race, the palace of their king was rather enormous. Or so Mishka thought as she looked up at the ceiling. Even the hallways had three meter tall ceilings. Which, while a comfortable height for a human residence, must seem absolutely enormous for the Squib. Her gaze shifted to a significantly smaller hallway that extended far to her left. It was barely a meter and a half tall and would require Mishka to crouch quite uncomfortably if she wished to move down it. Mishka assumed it must be some sort of service corridor and was thankful that the entirety of the palace hadn't been built as such.

As they walked, and as Mishka kept her extra-sensory perception focused upon the hallways they walked, the leader of the Coalition soldiers kept a hand to his ear and occasionally spoke to someone on the other end of a comm unit. Mishka had kept her mouth shut and simply walked along with the soldiers for quite a while, but somehow felt that something wasn't quite right. "So what is it?" Mishka finally asked. The leader of these Coalition soldiers turned towards her, his eyes moving up and down over her as if he was only now taking in the weight and measure of her, the Mandalorian mercenary that had been attached to his unit. "Comms are heavily jammed, but we're getting a lot of chatter from the Palace Guards." He said. "There aren't many non-squib on the planet, and the Squib are very good at hiding, so they've been informing us of every non-Squib they see."

"That's useful." Mishka said as they continued to walk. "So what are they seeing? Anything make it into the palace yet?" She asked.

"They're seeing plenty." He answered. "The Squib have spotted a number of non-Squib enter into the palace and have been reporting on their movements."

"Ok, so how many are there and where are they?" Mishka asked.

"That's the problem." The Coalition Captain said. "With comms jammed and so many Squib making different reports, we can't discern for sure how many First Order forces have made it into the palace, or where they're at."

"Best guess?" Mishka asked.

"Probably two. Possibly three." The man said. "One unit sounds like First Order SpecOps. The other one or two... sound like Ren. The Squib were very clear about spotting, and I quote, 'many tall-ones with lightsaber.' They said that they have just now entered the Palace, but we're getting conflicting reports on how many Knight of Ren are in the group, or where they've been spotted. Which makes us think there may be two groups."

"And the group of SpecOp?" Mishka asked.

"Were you not paying attention?" He asked, accusingly. "Five minutes ago I said that we should have already encountered First Order SpecOps. They were reported on this floor."

Mishka took a deep breath. "Alright then, everybody stop a minute. I'll find them if you just give me a minute to concentrate." Mishka said as she stopped walking.

"You a Jedi too?" The Coalition Captain asked.

"I am runi'verd." Mishka said. "But the two are similar."

As the rest of the soldiers came to a halt and assumed defensive postures around her, Mishka closed her eyes and let her senses escape her physical form. She moved her awareness away from herself, away from the coalition soldiers, and hurled it deep into the palace. Her awareness raced through winding corridors and narrow side passages. It swept over Squib soldier and Coalition soldier alike as it moved through the palace. She saw coalition forces engaging invading soldiers in the lower levels. She saw armored men and women, bright beacons of dark intent as the stalked the hallways near the edge of the palace. She saw more beacons of light, those who's light was not so dark as the Sith and those who's light were blindingly light. These ones also moved through hallways near the edge of the palace. And- with a snap her mind rushed back to the pair of Jedi at the Coalition and Squib Joint Command Center. Just outside, the SpecOps team closed on their position.

"They're attacking headquarters." Mishka said as her eyes snapped open and her awareness whipped back to her physical body. "We've got to move." Mishka said as she broke into a run, heading back the way they had come. Head of her, Mishka could already hear the weak sounds of blaster fire echoing through the empty hallways. Behind her, Mishka could hear the Coalition soldiers struggling to keep up with her as they also ran to reinforce their commanders. "Also. Coalition forces are engaging a group of invaders in the lower levels." Mishka huffed out as she ran, aware that the Captain was close enough to hear her. "And it was two groups with Lightsabers. One Sith, one Jedi."

"Chit." Mishka heard the man say. "We didn't have any Jedi positioned down there."

"They're there now." Mishka huffed out as she continued to run.

 

[Cenric Marus]

Metrobig City - Squib Flea Market
Objective: Organize
Allies: ORC | [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Elian Keyes"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Cenric watched in stunned silence for a moment as the Pink woman wrestled with her First Order attacker, he then spotted the grizzled old man and what appeared to be a Mandalorian half facing off nearby.

A frown touched his lips, and then a blaster bolt soared over his head.

The young padawan ducked down, letting out a string of muted curses as the stun bolt flew over his head. A second later he popped back up, glancing at the wall of First Order troopers that were quickly approaching the new defensive emplacement. Behind and all around him the Squibs were using their tenser rifles to throw junk and yank troopers right off their feet, doing their best to incapacitate and kill any of the approaching soldiers. For a moment Cenric lingered, then whispered to himself. "Kark it."

He wouldn't do any good behind the wall, he needed to get in front.

In order to take the city the First Order would have to get a foot hold within the Flea Market. It was the very center of Metrobig, and if they had any hope of actually taking control they would need to at least occupy the large square. He couldn't let that happen, not while there were still innocents running around.

Taking a deep breath Cenric ignited his lightsaber, the bright blue blade jumping into life as he leaped over the junk wall. Behind him he heard a Squib say something to his friend.

"That's gonna be my when we're done here."​

 

[Dax Perl]

Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Objective: Protect the King Squib, Organize defenses around the city and the palace, Engage FO Deathtroopers
Gear: U-1MDR "Shacklebolt" Rifle | Assassin Pistol | Orange Bladed Lightsaber | Darth Moreth's Lightsaber | Jedi's Second Skin

The Marshall looked up from the datapad in his hand as he felt another being touch his mind. A familiar presence, that of a close friend. 'Coren'. [member="Coren Starchaser"] and his group were approaching the palace. And knowing Coren, he was in the thick of it all...just like he always was. "Castor, grab your boys and come with me. Alliance incoming, let's make sure the entire First Order isn't on their heels..." The Rogue made a quick check of his rifle and muttered something under his breath, "Or that they aren't on the heels of the First Order..."

The two Judges and the small six man team of ORC troopers quickly marched down the halls of the Palace, the soft thudding of boots echoing off the stone and metal. Dax's mind reached out through the Force, attempting to get a better idea of where Coren and his crew were. It was here that Dax made his first mistake. He missed the muted report of a Deathtrooper's rifle. What Dax couldn't miss was the sudden numbness he felt as his legs were taken out from under him, nor could he miss the cold stone floor which he collided with, letting out a pained grunt. The ORC troopers weapons suddenly lifted, aimed down the fall which the shot came from. A moment later and they started firing, Castor's lightsaber suddenly glowing to life as Dax rolled over onto his stomach, firing burst from his Shacklebolt down the hall at no one in particular. He just wanted someone to drag his ass behind a wall. Castor's blue blade swam through the air deflecting any incoming fire as he grabbed the collar of the Marshall's armor and dragged him back behind the stone wall, "You alright Marshall?"

"Oh never better!" Dax replied sarcastically, punching his leg a few times, only the most minor sensation registering. "Feth! Take those bastards out!" shouted the Rogue as he struggled onto one leg, using the wall to his left for support, "Don't let 'em get near the buker or the throne room."

 

[Jaius Sovv]

Location: Skor Palace
Objective: Coordinate Counter-Strike on Imperial Strike Teams
Allies: ORC + AiE | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | M-3PO
Enemies: FO | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

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"Imperial troops have entered the palace! Imperial troops have-hyargh!"

Huddled around the bunker's encrypted shortwave transmitter, each member of King Adegabaydee's civilian retinue muttered nervously among themselves, eyes widening in fright despite knowing what to expect. The last time the First Order had breached these palace grounds, it had ended in a bloody affair, there was no reason for them to expect this time to go any differently. Several of them glanced towards the bulkhead doors, but it was obvious to the rest that their King trusted in this elderly Sullustan delegate.

"Now!" Jaius shouted, dewflaps curling up into an expression almost resembling a snarl, "I said now, Threepio!"

"Hm? Oh, yes! That's me," M-3PO tilted his head in curiosity before taking a step back in shocked realization. He spoke into the transmitter's comset, "My master says you are to proceed as planned. I'm sorry? No, send them all in!"

The protocol droid turned to Chief Sovv to inform him that it was done, and all around him frightened Squibs let out collective sighs they had unconsciously been holding in. A live holofeed of the palace grounds was displayed before them, and despite the low quality security footage they could all clearly make out several Squib militias dart from cover all around the outer walls, and charge en masse through every available means of entrance, including the breach the First Order strike team had so thoughtfully provided them.

Jaius and Em Three had been on the transmitter constantly up until that moment, attempting to raise local resistance leaders and coordinate some kind of organized counter-push to these elite Imperial death troopers currently running amok throughout the Skor King's palace. The trap laid by Master Sedaire and Grand Marshal Fyre had worked almost flawlessly, drawing the hostile assassination squad deep inside the palace. Now there were Squib platoons covering every ground level exit, and sniper nests were currently being set up in buildings adjacent to the throne room.

"Starchaser! Come in, Starchaser!" with Threepio's logistics efforts on hold for now, he seized control of the transmitter, dialing it to his personal frequency with the crew of the Princess Leia, "The King and I are secure, for now! But Imperial forces are already nearing the throne room, and I fear they may discover our true location before long! Make contact with Fyre, Sedaire, or another ranking Coalition representative! I can't risk directing you to us in case the Empire has sliced our communications, but they will guide you! Help us, Coren! You and the Coalition are Adegabaydee's only hope!"

With some room to breathe at last for the first time since he had arrived in the bunker, Sovv glanced around the highly secure panic room and made his way over to the ranking Coalition delegate, an Iktotchi he had heard the Judge address as Miir.

"Have you been able to contact any Coalition ships in orbit, Admiral?" he asked after hobbling over to [member="Vaudin Miir"], "Our comlinks can't penetrate all this interference. We need to know what's going on up there."

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Location: FIV Anastasia, Local Space
Objective: Hold the Starboard flank
Allies: First Order | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="The Private"]
Enemies: ORC
Engaging: [member="Jorus Merrill"]

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Karl noticed his XO cracked a little smile when the Jacquelle drifted from it formation, if it could even be called a formation. Usually Karl would remind him not to get to high on his bantha, but this was a very perilous situation death happening everywhere. "Captain, there is a laser pulse communication directly from the FIV Pellaeon!" Said one of the communications officer from the left-hand pit. "Well, what is it?" Karl asked a bit impatiently. ::All commands, this is Pellaeon, Press forward, and engage contact, designate Therapy Command at point blank range:: Kalr though for a moment, eyes closed and brow quavering. He lifted his head, "Send a laser pulse back to the Pellaeon." He stopped and though, Disobeying direct commands from my commanding officer, I could be court-martialed. Hopefully the Grand Admiral will understand. "Admiral Rausgeber, I'm sorry. I must secure this flank before attempting any other movements." He looked at his crew, all of them looked stressed and scared. "Patch me into all close ships." A comm officer looked down at his computer, then pointed at the Captain, signaling that he had comms. "Men and women of Battlegroup Vornskr, please disregard that order from the Pellaeon. I've already sent a message back to him, I will take responsibility for disobeying the Admiral myself. This battle is currently the toughest I have fought before in my Naval career. That might frighten you, but please believe me that I don't want anyone of you to die. Please I ask of you to place your confidence in me to lead you. We must hold this flank before attempting to help Admiral Rausgeber, if we leave this flank another entire fleet of ship will be able to attack both the Admiral and her ladyship, the Grand Moff. We can't allow that to happen. That is all."

After that speech Captain Von Strauss retook command for his XO. "All Imperial's target the second star destroyer, full firepower. They are almost upon us we need to get that thing down before is get any closer." The green and blue streaks of turbolasers and ion cannons, that were somewhat random after the Jacquelle was destroyed, all redirected to the Termagant. Through the glassteel window he could see all nine Uhlan hunter killers converge and fire their missiles on the Tojarra, their other heavy weaponry firing right after the missiles were launched. "Have all of the pack corvettes target the engines of a single heavy cruiser, and then move on to the next once its engines are disabled. Have them engage the Volte, then the Montes. Picket corvettes, keep firing on the fighters, boneshatters fire on the corvettes. Once the Uhlans are done with the Tojarra, have them go after the Ravenous. Execute!" He knew that the crew of the packs wouldn't get the message until the laser pulse was sent out, but he knew that all of them would get it about the same time and execute it as if he said "execute" to them directly.

The TIE Attack Force was still attacking the S.S. Gaussamer, doing bombing runs and strafing runs. "Sir, I believe that we should launch another smaller attack force of TIEs." The XO said, not facing Karl. "Noted lieutenant, but our protective force isn't as large as I would like it. Instead of an attack force we shall bolster our defense since, the enemy will be upon us soon enough. Have the vanguards deploy a squadron of bombers and fighters." At first the XO looked a bit annoyed, but as he looked at the holoprojection of the fleet; there were only six squadrons, which was hardly enough for defense. "Yes Sir, that would be the better option at this point." He had the comms officer send a laser pulse message. From the holoprojection he could see the fighter and bomber squadrons exit the vanguards. The enemy fleet was still able to hit Karl's fleet even though their sensors were being jammed. It was weaker than most modern day ships-of-the-line, but up close it would still be a threat. Karl had no idea why they wanted to fight up close, maybe to keep losses at a minimum, maybe to crash into his own fleet, or even try to board his vessels, but he knew if he got the heavy cruisers and that last star destroyer he could minimize the he could take with any outcomes he could think of.

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Spoiler

Battlegroup Vornskr

“Pack” Prince

>3 Imperial-X II SD (1604x2=3208) (X)

(FS) FIV Anastasia
|Shields/Hull: 98%/100%
Hangar(Squadrons): 1 TIE/IN (X) | 0 TIE/FO-SK (X)
Engaging: Termagant

FIV Belle
|Shields/Hull: 90%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/FO MkIII (X) |
Engaging: Termagant

FIV White
|Shields/Hull: 87%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/FO MkIII |
Engaging: Termagant

>3 Vanguard Carriers (1000x2=2000) (X)

FIV Zahn
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar:1 FO TIE/IN | 2 TIE/FO Mk III | 2 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: None

FIV Reydel
|Shields/Hull:100%/100%
Hangar:1 FO TIE/IN | 2 TIE/FO Mk III | 2 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: none

FIV [SIZE=11pt]TiM[/SIZE]
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar:1 FO TIE/IN | 2 TIE/FO Mk III | 2 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: none

>6 Sabre Frigates (270x6=1620) (X)

FIV Haven
|Shields/Hull: 74%/87%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

FIV Aspiration
|Shields/Hull: 89%/100%
Engaging: Mortain

FIV Thunder Wasp II
|Shields/Hull: 97%/100%
Engaging: Vnukk

FIV Jupiter
|Shields/Hull: 96%/100%
Engaging: Ravenous

FIV Neptune
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

FIV Bismarck
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Protecting Vanguard

Fighter Escort (Squadrons): 2 FO TIE/IN, 7 TIE/FO MkIII, 3 TIE/FO-SK
Engaging: Protecting Pack Prince

Bomber/Fighter/Interceptor Attack Force: 6 TIE/FO-SK | 4 FO TIE/IN | 3 TIE/FO MkIII
Engaging: S.S. Gossamer

Pack Alph

>4 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630) (X)

FIV Kiffex’s Pride
|Shields/Hull: 82%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Kiffu’s Pride
|Shields/Hull: 76%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Pantora
|Shields/Hull: 90%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Maiden
|Shields/Hull: 0%/0%
Engaging: Diderre

FIV Warlock
|Shields/Hull: 92%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270) (X)

FIV Wildland
|Shields/Hull: 96%/100%
Engaging: Fighter Complement

FIV Werebear
|Shields/Hull: %/100%
Engaging: Interceptor Complement

FIV Tobui
|Shields/Hull: 89%/100%
Engaging: Bomber Complement

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240) (X)

FIV Sorcerer
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Paladin
|Shields/Hull: 98%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Flash
|Shields/Hull: 83%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760) (X)

FIV Muerte
|Shields/Hull: 71%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Ravenous (Engines)

FIV Legate
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Mortain (Engines)

Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII, 1 FO TIE/IN
Engaging: Enemy Complement

Pack Duff

>3 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630)

FIV End of Nights
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging:

FIV End of Days
|Shields/Hull:100%/100%
Engaging:

FIV Totenkopf
|Shields/Hull: 80%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Witch
|Shields/Hull: 92%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Dragon
|Shields/Hull: 87%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270)

FIV Yamamoto
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Fighter Complement

FIV Yamato
|Shields/Hull: 67%/100%
Engaging: Interceptor Complement

FIV Kidd
|Shields/Hull: 88%/100%
Engaging: Bomber Complement

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240)

FIV Rouge
|Shields/Hull: 93%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Bard
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Raptor
|Shields/Hull: 90%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760)

FIV Godly
|Shields/Hull: 90%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Vnukk (engines)

FIV Smackers
|Shields/Hull: 96%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Bluett (Engines)

Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII
Engaging: Protecting the Pack

Pack Forma

>4 Chasseur Corvettes (126x5=630)

FIV Kobold
|Shields/Hull: 83%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Golden
|Shields/Hull: 93%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Turtle
|Shields/Hull: 67%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

FIV Nabassu
|Shields/Hull: 0%/0%
Engaging: Rousse

FIV Excalibur
|Shields/Hull: 99%/100%
Engaging: Volte (Engines), then Montes (Engines)

>3 Blitz Corvettes (90x3=270)

FIV Shield
|Shields/Hull: 70%/100%
Engaging: Interceptors

FIV Allip
|Shields/Hull: 83%/100%
Engaging: Fighters

FIV Drow
|Shields/Hull: 100%/100%
Engaging: Bombers

>3 Uhlan Corvettes (80x3=240)

FIV Warlord
|Shields/Hull: 91%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Warden
|Shields/Hull: 53%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

FIV Howler
|Shields/Hull: 72%/100%
Engaging: Tojarra, then Ravenous

>2 Boneshatter Frigates (380x2=760)

FIV Demogorgon
|Shields/Hull: 98%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Bluett (Engines)

FIV DeVinci
|Shields/Hull: 77%/100%
Hangar: Empty
Engaging: Ravenous (engines)

Fighter Escort: 3 TIE/FO MkIII, 1 FO TIE/IN
Engaging: Complement

Total Meterage: 13,528 Meters

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Enemies: [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Darth Metus"]
Engaging: [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Objective: Getting his murder on
Location: The King of Skor's Palace

Spoiler

Rexus' Gear:

• G-12A Blaster Rifle [x]
• DARKSABER VII Combat Armour [x]
• Blackwing Electrosword [x]
• 14x Thermal Detonators
• 851 Launcher [x]
• Lightsaber

Twigg's Gear:

• DARKSABER VII Combat Armour
• Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon [x]
• Blackwing Electrosword
• 2x G6E Light Blaster [x]
• 8x Thermal Detonators

Rommulus watched Omicron carefully as he began signalling Bravo manually. Wenck listened to their chatter, but soon connected to more channels. The trooper deduced something was up, but decided see if it was a localised issue. Perhaps a faulty unit? Changing to the originally designated frequency, Wenck could see there was something wrong. "By ........... of the ..... Order-" Static filled the waves, nothing was coherent. Seemed someone was trying to jam. They had nothing but static going on. A flick through other channels saw similar results. Something had gone wrong. There was now some kind of wailing going on? What the kark was happening to the navy boys up there? Still, Wenck turned to Omicron, and by extension the objective. Now was not the time for chaos. It was the time for concise and considered action.

Now the pressure was getting to him. Maalraasa and now Omicron were all in agreement. It had been too quiet. This wasn't a palace in lockdown at all. Rexus was about to scan for some kind of energy reading before something blue popped into frame from above. Rexus was caught in a moment of confusion, before he watched Omicron be floored by the surprise attack. The Project AFTERLIFE artifical adrenaline and reflexes kicked in, and Rexus' rifle was out. The trooper was close to pulling his trigger finger, when he had to restrain himself. The beast, was already dying. Seemed the Omicron could look after himself. Twigg approached the slumped Squib. He starred at the fragile body. Something which caught Rexus' attention. What was he doing?

A concise, crack sorted that.

One tonne of pressure was applied to the Squibs skull, caving it into nothing but mush. "Stupid furball." Twigg glowered darkly. Rexus threw daggers at Twigg. The karking mongoloid. Couldn't be doing that. But, it was too late. As the trooper moved back to his position, a trail of left footprints, smeared in blood, marrow and grey matter. Rexus breathed out now, as he prepared himself for breaching. He heard Omicron prepare the group for breach. But it was followed by an order to halt, and an expletive. Kark was just the right word for it.

By instinct, Rexus slipped the weapon to lethal. This was it boys. This was war. Omicron moved to slam the door shut, and Rexus crouched, as a rapid spray of ordinance was fired down the hall, until the door was contained. "Move aside, we'll give 'em a taste of First Order fury!" Rexus jeered. He gestured to Twigg, "Get yourself ready to mow 'em!" By now, the gargantuan Twigg had slung the weapon off his back, and now carried the massive weapon in his hands. Given the shear size of the trooper, it almost fit in his hands like an ordinary rifle. The Z-6 rotary blaster revved to life.

"Ready?!" Rexus barked, before turning to face Twigg. The giant nodded his head, and gave a quick thumbs up. That is when, upon looking to Twigg, he saw them. Hostiles pressing down the hall. Multiple. This was some kind of chitshow, wasn't it? "Hostiles on our six boys!" Rexus barked, he moved to cover by a pillar, while Twigg swivelled around. Remus now opened fire. A barrage of blow glowing, blaster bolts streaked down the hall to the oncoming group.

Rexus now behind a pillar, began to open fire with his G-12A. He felt the rifle jump back to his shoulder with heavy recoil, but kept it under control. Each firing of his trigger, was concise and collected. Aimed squarely at the chest of enemies. Hoping to stop the enemy dead in their tracks. If not, kill, knock over. As adrenaline now entered his system, time for the trooper seemed to slow. He could feel the tension of his muscles. He could hear his own heartbeat. He could feel his lungs fill with air. This is what he lived for.

 

[Elena Lowe]

​

Location: Skor II, Metrobig City Refugee Camp.
Objective: Don't get caught.
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
Equipment: SB-U01 Wrist Datapad | C-51 Charric Pistol

​

Leah's skin prickled with alarm. It was as if they'd caught her scent. They were sharks, circling now, honing in on the prize. Something wasn't right with her, they knew that. More than likely they were bored, and hyper-alert to any disturbances with the First Order nearby. There was very little chance they'd let her go without incident. The man offered to follow from behind. She smiled thinly and shook her head, her heat pounding in her chest. They weren't going to let her go. They wouldn't allow her to go alone. The man had said that. Quite clearly. The threat underpinning the statement was not lost on the rookie agent.

Her eyes surveyed the silent neighbourhoods, in which Coalition fighters, and First Order patrols stalked along alleyways surrounding apartments full of quaking citizens. A gentle wind blew across the land, stirring up dust in this wrecked part of the city, this blight on what could otherwise appear a peaceful scene.

She turned back to the rose woman as she affirmed the man's statement. If Leah were to leave now, undoubtedly they would follow her. Then, she mentioned the datapad, alluding to electronics. She understood that perfectly. The woman knew she wasn't what she seemed. No refugee would walk around with a military-issue datapad affixed to her wrist.

Leah's eyes narrowed. This was bad.

Stepping back from the pair her hand, still resting at her side, grasped the grip of her pistol and smoothly drew the weapon, levelling it somewhere in between the centre of mass of the two officials.

"Yeah, I'll show you a thing or two."

Her finger pulled just slightly down on the trigger, and the weapon hummed threateningly as the firing mechanism charged itself.

"I told you I didn't want any trouble. Guess what? I still don't. What I'm going to do is walk away from here, back into the city and to where I need to go."

She paused and licked her lips, trying to ignore how much her hands shook as she held the weapon. How the sweat pooled in fat beads on her brow and temples, how her stomach churned and her legs screamed to turn and bolt.

"And if you try to follow me, or try for even a moment to stop me, there will be a garrison of stormtroopers tearing through this camp before you can blink."

She turned her head to gaze directly into the man's iridescent eyes.

"How does that sound to you?"

 

[Sol Stazi]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVVKCOB8eUA[/youtube]​

Location: Survey Site Outer Perimeter
Objective: Reconnoiter Imperial Landing Grounds
Allies: ORC + AiE | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Alm"] | [member="T-3"] | Twilight Company
Enemies: FO | [member="Rhun Trask"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Castiel Moncrief"] | [member="Racosidae"]
Equipment: Scout Armor, A320 Rifle, SSK-7 Heavy Blaster, Alliance Adjudicator, Vibrorapier

​

Stealth missions were always grueling work, with most of the time spent crawling or scampering from one cover point to the next. This close to Metrobig City, there wasn't much in the way of natural flora to disguise their passage, but one landscape feature that seemed universal to Skor II were its endless piles of scrap metal. They stretched across the planet's surface like an endless, artificial dune sea.

Sergeant Woosk's team had broken off when they finally neared the general vicinity of the farthest Auxiliary patrols, circling around to approach from the direction of the city. So far as Captain Stazi could tell, they still hadn't been detected, but he knew that could change at any moment. After what felt like hours of bounding from junk pile to junk pile, they were finally nearing his targeted insertion point. Looming above them imposingly was one of several abandoned warehouses in proximity to the First Order's staging.

"Dusk Actual to Overwatch, we're over the red line," despite his helmet's voice muffling insulation, Sol whispered conspiratorially anyway, "Going com silent."

Quadruple checking his rifle's power pack, the duros waited for the rest of his fireteam to assemble around him before he issued some final orders through Twilight's internal channel.

"Alright, eyes up. Stay frosty for wizards, we've got no Jedi support on this one. The Twi'lek has gotta keep Firebird incognito, so if a red saber slips past your conditioning they could be on us before we know it. Grappling spikes out, we're going high."

After one final bound up to the warehouse's far side wall, Captain Stazi and his men each unhooked spike launchers from their utility belts. Once they had secured lines to the structure's roof, the duros nodded to his troopers and they activated their rocket boots in short bursts. Tethered to grappling lines, the quick fires gave them just enough momentum to rapidly rappel up to the top of the warehouse.

It was abandoned up here, a single access hatch stood alone, no doubt leading to an internal stairwell. Crawling on their bellies over duracrete to the side of the roof overlooking their objective, Sol glanced down at his rifle to make sure its barrel was caked with enough mud to limit the risk the metal would reflect off Skor's sun and give away their position to the enemy, before propping it up over the edge of the warehouse roof and scanning through its scope while he made a quick sweep over their surroundings below.

"Definitely a legion down there," he relayed to his men after yanking the rifle back behind cover, "A few landing pads, some light armor, and stacks of equipment. Looks like they've encountered some kind of resistance, I saw blaster fire. Couldn't make out who they were shooting at, probably Squib guerrillas or...maybe...Graug."

"Graug, sir?" one of the troopers tilted her head, "What makes you think-"

"No! Graug!" Sol shouted, pointing behind them. A pale reptilian warrior was standing in the threshold of a now wide open access hatch. It had already spotted them, and he could almost hear the gears clanking inside the simplistic creature's head as it registered them as interlopers.

The rest of his fireteam raised their rifles to fire, but Captain Stazi shoved them down, reminding them of their rules of engagement with a pointed look. Drawing his Adjudicator in one fluid motion, its silencer already attached in anticipation of just such an eventuality, Sol emptied the holdout slugthrower's clip into a now charging Graug's face. Its low caliber rounds only seemed to infuriate the beast, hardly slowing it down at all.

Reaching behind his back to draw the vibrorapier strapped across it, for lack of any better options the duros charged his newfound enemy right back.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | Ground Floor, Palace of the Squib King, Skor II
Objectives | Weeding out the Squib militia
Allies | [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Vestille Thumahra"], First Order
Enemies | [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Jaius Sovv"], ORC & their allies

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal moved with purpose, her steps quiet and sure even as her hand absently moved to retrieve the maser rifle slung over her back. Her eyes flickered down to the ranged weapon for a swift second to ensure that its settings remained on non-lethal. Satisfied with what she saw, the initiate shifted her hold on the rifle, holding it steady and pointed forward as they continued to proceed along the high walls of the palace complex. While Marriskcal was a Ren, she utilised rifles and blasters just as comfortably as she wielded her lightsaber and for most circumstances, even preferred the use of a ranged weapon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Behind the youngling, her brother and sister seemed content to allow her to lead, their voice slightly muted due to the slight distance but still clear enough that the youngling caught traces of their conversation. What is ice cream? The knowledge that it was famous piqued Marriskcal’s curiousity, despite the fact that tibanna did not seem like something she would like to eat at all. Even after it was ‘split’. They had almost reached the breach left by their vanguard when the youngling caught the sound of her name. Distractedly, she gave a halfhearted nod in acquiescence to Varas as she continued to trace after the presence of the two deathtroopers. It would seem that the two members of ALPHA unit had moved onwards, and if they wanted to make contact…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The sharp staccato of a warning pierced through the force as presences began to make itself known at the edge of her senses.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hostiles detected. Incoming.” From the number of lights she could feel, and the way her HUD was beginning to detect various lifeforms, there were a significant number of them headed in their way. Glancing over at Primat and Varas, as well as their small contingent of stormtroopers, the youngling decided they were too vulnerable in open space. “We’ll make for the breach, and use it as a funnel to control the number of hostiles we have coming towards us.”[/SIZE]

 

[Silara Varis]

ALLIED THIRD FLEET​

Experimental Warfare Specialists​

Commander: R ADM Silara Varis​

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OOC: Tagging those I'm directly engaged with, to keep notifications from exploding​

​

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Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: [member=Robogeber] | [member=Morro]
Objective: ENGAGING ROBOGEBER BBY
Location: Surrounding FIV Pealleon

"Holy chit!"

More Purrgil were coming into the fight, and yet they were still taking a heavy beating. Shields went down on two of the Qekoth vessels, and they perished, hulls holed like swiss cheese under the withering thunder of turbo-lasers and long range cannons. Silara gave them a swift and silent salute as they burned up, their alien Commanders last acts, sending them on collision course with Morros, vessels.

Even in death, they are determined.​

Her own crews reflexes were bolstered by what she could only understand as Cathuls Space magic. They moved faster, reacted quicker and were able to make snap decisions at a moments notice. The Ships efficiencies and speeds were all boosted by this new morale burst.

"Damage assessment?"

"We have two hull breeches Ma'am, section five deck seven section eight deck nine to twelve."

"Seal them off and vent them."

"We have damage control teams down there ma'am!" The XO chimed.

She grimaced, pressing her lips thin and jaw clenched. In an earlier time in her career she would have sacrificed their lives in a split second. Now she was torn. What had to be done to save the ship invariably was murder. That was war.

"They have ten minutes to either fix it or get the hell out. After that seal the sections. That's final."

It was enough for her XO, whom snapped a salute and relayed the orders, screaming over the din of the klaxons and explosions down below decks.

"Shields holding! Recharging!"

"Get The Qekoth Command and us behind the Pelaeons engines. Their firing arcs will be weaker there."

"And the Merchants Ma'am?"

She did a quick scan of the fleets disposition. The First Order built nearly all their ships the same, and the Merchant Command had at least smaller vessels, with faster manuevering then her own monster fleet.

"Send them behind FIV Devastator. All Commands will fire on timed sequences. One minute in between bursts, continuous rotation between vessels. We'll rake them both stern to bow with no reprieve.Save missile weaponry until you see a lapse in shields, then take advantage and ream their hulls!"

"Aye Ma'aM."

"We have on board over a hundred Hyper-velocity cannons XO. How many are fully functional?"

"Bout ninety ma'am."

"Spin them up. In ten Minutes time I want them loaded and ready to spear some vessels."

The parts of the chess board began to move, and after several withering fusillades and a few more explosions they were in position. Alliance Command and Qekoth Command behind the FIV Pelaeon as it moved towards Cathul and her Fleet. The Qekoths specialized shield bypassing weaponry hammering the rear of Pelaeon, combined with broadside after broadside from the Jast Disablers, which were essentially floating Ion gun platforms, boasting hundreds of cannons each.

Meanwhile from behind the FIV Devastator Morro would hopefully feel the weight of the strange ships of Merchant command, launching destructive broadside after broadside against her stern shields and engines.

The Purrgil Supreme and king at this point had lost their minds, and swam up and then back down, attacking the source of what they perceived to be their lament, and the loss of their pods. Two huge mouths with evil jagged teeth opened, as did many smaller ones, attempting to rip into the command tower and other topside parts nearby of the FIV Pellaeon, even as they bled their last life from grievous wounds.

RECAP

• Qekoth and Alliance command move behind FIV Pellaeon.
• Merchant Command moves behind FIV Devastator
• Purrgils attempt to bite chunks out of FIV Pellaeon's bridge and topside.
• Qekoth and Alliance, Firing at FIV Pellaeon Rear
• Merchant Firing at FIV Devastator Rear
• ANS Resolute Vengeance II Powers up Hyper-Velocity Cannons.

Spoiler

WHALE COMMAND -7

Wroth-gar the Supreme - Purrgil Ultra
25

• (1000m) size estimates

King Torvald- Purrgil King
25

• (400m)

Dasher- Purrgil
100

• (50m)

Dancer- Purrgil
100

Prancer- Purrgil
100

Blitzen-Purrgil
25

Rudolph- Purrgil
25

Comet- Purrgil
75

Cupid- Purrgil
75

Vixen- Purrgil
52

Donner- Purrgil
35

Ted- Purrgil
50

Fred- Purrgil
10

Alabaster- Purrgil
5


QEKOTH Command -2

ONV Albatross- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
50/100

ONV Savage- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
100/100

ONV Relentless- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
50/100

ONV Resci- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
100/100

ONV Taj- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
50/100

ONV Rift- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
75/100

ONV Wrell- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
75/100

ONV Qekoth Prime- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
25/100

ONV Qek- Bishop Class Heavy Cruiser
15/100



Alliance Command

ANS Resolute Vengeance II- Breakthrough-Class Battlecruiser
75/85

ANS Denigrator- Scythe Class Heavy Cruiser
75/100

ANS Resurgence- Jast Elite Destroyer
75/100

ANS Insurgent- Jast Elite Destroyer
75/100

ANS Shield- Jast Disabler Destroyer
75/100

ANS Shield- Jast Disabler Destroyer
75/100

ANS Wrecker- Jast Disabler Destroyer
75/100

ANS Anvil- Jast Disabler Destroyer
75/100

ANS Blackout- Jast Blackout
25/100

ANS Blackout II- Jast Blackout
25/100

Merhcant Command

Cathar- Prince Class Tof Bulk Cruiser
75/100

Belknap- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

Mulcher- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

Cridger- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

Bridger- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

Blackbeard- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

Davey Jones- Royal Class Tof Light Clipper
75/100

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Skor II, Royal Palace​

Objective: III - Survive The Hornet's Nest​

Friendly Assets: First Order ([member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"]) | Nowhere nearby​

Opposing Force: ORC ( [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="Jaius Sovv"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Mishel Noren"]) | Directly Engaging [member="Krenis Skirata"]​

​

Smoke and fire took the place of what was once a fine hallway of a royal palace.

The ploy had worked for the initial stages of his dance of death; the cannon had spent round after round as it found its mark upon the walls, decorations and opposing forces that remained at either side of the hall. Every drop of experience, vitality, willpower and endurance was pushed into this very momentum that he maintained for if it were to fall, he would no doubt become swarmed by the Alliance troops that remained on either sides of the hall. Blue bolts from their blasters flew through the smoke, inaccurate due to the poor visibility but saturated enough to offer some form of suppression upon the lone trooper and whilst his zeal would not falter, his body occasionally twisted and turned to avoid the stray bolt that flew all too close to his person. In the heat of the engagement, it was hard to tell which of the enemy were dead and which had merely been critically injured but, in the Colonel's eyes, any combatant that was incapacitated was simply one less to worry about and provided no more than an inch of breathing room.

It wouldn't last, every twist and rotation had to be perfect and without pause lest he wished to succumb to the enemy forces trying to now eliminate his presence.

It wasn't long before the one who seemed to be giving out the orders to the Alliance troops made his move, scoring two successful hits upon the blaster cannon and one going as far to score a glancing hit against Vestille's armored side. His main method of defense and offensive had been destroyed, his advantage of heavy firepower had faltered and now, he found himself in a unfavorable position. A new tactic had to be devised and deployed within moments to prevent the enemy from utilizing the window of opportunity and gaining the upper hand. In order to make things more difficult in regards to enemy accuracy and deny them the possibility of utilizing explosives, medium range had to become close and in order to do that, a gauntlet of enemy fire and lack of decent cover lay ahead. The chances looked grim, nigh impossible to anyone else but the Colonel; this was his home, amid the blood and fire, this is where he thrived and above all? He had no desire to die here.

Onwards he went as the smoke had began to dissipate, the intention to use the remaining few seconds of cover to cover his flank as he advanced towards the Commanding Officer and his subordinates. Such a big target and with little actual cover, furniture that'd no doubt provided only mere seconds of cover before it would be rendered ineffective. The advance had to be precise and completely reliant on speed and momentum to close the gap. Within his hands came his two blaster pistols, offering only brief return fire as he moved from cover to cover in a bid to utilize the rapidly dissipating smoke as much as he could before both ends of the hallway could keep their eyes focused upon him. A sprint to defy death and to maintain his place among the living, particle beam and blaster bolt alike dispensed to keep his bounding sprint from cover with the intent to keep up the momentum and keep the enemy suppressed.

He could feel death's hand upon his shoulder, ready to claw him in.

 

[Jada Raxis]

Location: Local Space
Objective: SECRET MISH
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

Now that the battle had progressed to blows, it became easier for her to enact her mission. Her hands roved once more, powering up the small Jast 1 Freighter SS Quantum Runner. It was pretty stock, with no special modifications made by her yet. Though that was the key word, and after a few sticky situations, she was already plotting what she wanted to do next.

​

Dovin Basals would be nice.​

​

She shook the thought and fired her Ion drives, moseying through the furball, moving to a plane lower than the normal battle. Her vessel was painted matte black, which might not fools scanners but would probably stop the common eyeball from spotting it. And by extensions hopefully TIE Fighter escorts.

Jorus and Von Strauss were locked in it.

She nosed up, still moseying nice and slow for the belly of the largest ship which at the time hopefully didn't notice a very small, black speck moving up from directly under it, rolling over to match it's belly to that of its host. Kinda like a space flea....

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Skor System Edge
Objective: Reinforce Alliance and Coalition Forces
Allies: ORC + AiE | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Mittens"] | [member="Silara Varis"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Karl Von Strauss"] | [member="Morro"]

​

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Command Deck​

ANS Nemo's Revenge​

Alliance Core Fleet​

​

The entire bridge of the Revenge was shaking, inertial dampeners strained to their limits.

"Admiral! The rest of the fleet just disappeared off our scopes!"

"We must have hit the edge of an interdiction field," Fleet Admiral Stazi reasoned, white knuckling a holodisplay panel in front of him, "Drop us out."

The Nemo's Revenge was a state of the art command battlecruiser, equipped with all the bells and whistles including a hyperwave inertial momentum stabilizer. If he had wanted to, Mazik could have dropped out less than an AU from Skor II's orbit, but the rest of the Core Fleet could not say the same. Jumping alone into uncertain terrain was a recipe for disaster, especially if one was currently on board one of the most wanted ships in the known galaxy.

Starlines exploded back into points of light as the MC85 tore its way back into realspace with a final shudder. Almost immediately the rest of the Fleet repopulated his holodisplay, now several AUs behind the Revenge's current position but already kicking in their impulse engines to catch up. Once he and Commander Bashir had confirmed every ship was accounted for, the duros ordered a passive wideband sensor sweep of the entire system. It was time for them to finally get eyes on.

"Enhance this quadrant," on his own initiative, Bashir ordered a junior officer who dutifully complied, "What in the Force..."

"Looks like the Wild Knights weren't just telling tall tales," Admiral Stazi grunted back, doing his best to maintain his usual unflappable persona in the face of the unnatural, "That's a lot of tentacles, alright."

A courier fighter had been dispatched from Commodore Tillian's command carrier stationed just outside the artificial gravity wells now locking down FTL traffic, and while the Jedi ace's message to any nearby Alliance ships had been rushed, it had been their first piece of actionable intel on the situation in system since Chief Sovv's binary beacon had been activated. Mazik had never known a Jedi to lie, but in truth he hadn't been certain anything they had been told was accurate until he gazed upon the holographic system layout himself. Seeing was finally believing.

"Your, um...your orders, sir?" his Mon Cal first officer asked, fighting back a gulp in an effort to remain professional.

"Shields up, all ahead full," where Bashir's eyes were wide, Mazik's had begun to narrow as was customary for his countenance in battle, "Plot a course to Skor II's orbit, keep us the feth away from that and see if you can raise the Excubitor or Resolute Vengeance in all this muck."

"Aye, sir! Shields up, ahead full!" the commander echoed loudly for all to hear, glancing back to his superior, "Weapons free?"

"If its flying Imperial colors, burn it."

​

Alliance Core Fleet

Spoiler

ANS Nemo's Revenge | Modified MC85 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Absolution | Citadel-class Star Defender
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Faith Organa | Endurance II-class Fleet Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Javelin | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 89%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Beskad | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Bulwark | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Aggressive Negotiations | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Timeless | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Thyferran Dawn | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Mon Cala Forever | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Free Voss | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Byllurun | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Slime Sea | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Mount Keff | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Dragon Guard | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Remember Eriadu | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Bloodstripe | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Dulvoyinn Hymn | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Socorro Spirit | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Gus Talon | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Rivers of Arbra | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Twilight Horizon | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Loth Cat | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Rancor Claw | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Deciever's End | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Lightkeeper | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Cavalier | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Shogun | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Tantive IX | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Goliath | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Calypso | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Titan | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Spirit | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

ANS Indomitable | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

Intercept Aurek | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

Intercept Besh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

Intercept Cresh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

Intercept Dorn | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Full sublight, approaching Skor from system edge.

Total Meterage: 20,090m

 

[Progflaw99]

​

Location: Palace Complex, Floor 3​

Objective 3: Coerce/Convince the Squib King​

Allies: First Order | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"]​

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jaius Sovv"]​

Equipment: FO-SF Mk I Armor | "Vishnu" Military Shield | KPV "Rupture" | DE-39 "Deep Fryer" Maser Rifle | CryoBan Grenades | Glop Grenades​

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- - -​

​

In the time Rolf could take two breaths, everything had seemingly erupted around them. Ahead, Rolf had seen Maalraas firing again though his target remained unknown to the Colonel. They'd come to a sort of T intersection of corridors, the Specialist firing left down the hall, Death Troopers to his rear. To the front? *Duck.*

A flurry of blaster bolts riddled the wall next to where Rolf had been standing a moment before. Ahead there appeared to be a small gathering of Squib firing from behind a few containers that had been strewn about. Behind that, there was another corridor - and perhaps a method of escape from the killzone the enemy had created. *A damn effective one too.* thought Rolf as he hunkered down in a small alcove off the corridor. It would keep him safe for a moment at best.

As the rotary blaster roared to life behind him, the Colonel saw there were enemies closing in on that side too. A quick glance confirmed that though the withering fire of the rotary was holding them at bay for the moment, it wouldn't last long. *If I'd known we were going to face an army, I'd have packed a little heavier.* he thought. FIST gear would have served him better, but for their operation he'd chosen something more mobile - a fact he was beginning to regret. "Regrets are for the dead and dying." he heard a voice echo in his mind. *And I don't plan on being either of those.* the Colonel responded silently.

Activating the adrenal auto-injectors once again he breathed deep. He could feel the subtle tingle as it worked its way through his system, heartbeat increasing, pupils dilating, mind clearing. There was a window of opportunity rapidly closing, he had to be sure it didn't.

Their new objective was the city-wide shield generator, and though they didn't know where it was located Rolf hoped to have an inkling via their scout soon. Once they were able to pinpoint it they could work towards disabling it but right now they needed a way out of the killbox and into a more favorable position. If they didn't get there, they'd be overrun. Propelling himself from the nook in the wall, Rolf shot forward, a glancing shot bouncing off his shoulder and threatening to topple him. *Karking...* The trooper was able to maintain his balance, continuing to dart forward and across the opening that Maalraas seemed to be firing down and towards the small gathering of squib.

As he picked up speed, Rolf worked free one of the cryoban grenades. Again the ground seemed to shake beneath his boots. Strafing runs from the Princess Leia thundered across the grounds outside, a few stray blasts impacting the side of the palace - though Rolf didn't know it at the time. With his feet rapidly slipping beneath him the trooper released the grenade and like a bowling ball rolling towards a ten-pin it slid across the floor into the midst of the squib ahead. No sooner had it moved past their impromptu barricade when it detonated.

"Yahoooooo!" Rolf shouted as he slid across the floor.​

​

If the grenade had set up the ten-pin, Rolf's body knocked them down. In a rapid crash of body and explosion of ice, Rolf barreled over the Squib be they partially or completely encased in ice. *A perfect strike.* the humorous thought lingered only a moment before the man found himself on his back and staring at the carnage behind him. He keyed up his local comms, the signal patchy but workable.

:: We've got a window gents, let's not miss it! ::​

​

Rolf knew as well as the rest if they got caught in the open or pinned down the situation would turn dire quick, fast, and in a hurry. Likewise, they needed eyes on the shield generator, wherever it was located. The longer it stayed up, the longer it would prove to be a thorn in the side of operations personnel - both on the ground and in orbit. Bombardment had never been their goal, and though resistance had been far greater than anticipated he still clung to the rules of engagement. The less death and wanton destruction they could cause, the better. A quick transmission to their scout was keyed up.

:: Bravo, this is Omicron. We need eyes on the source. ASAP. ::​

 

[The Major]

Location: FIV Concordia
Objective: Monitor
Morale: Neutral, swelling
Allies: The First Order | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Omari Vyken"]
Enemies: The Outer Rim Coalition | The Alliance in Exile | [member="Kaine Australis"]

Outwardly the ladies within the Situation Room were dressed elegantly to their committed roles, actors on a stage playing our their willful residency awash in scintillating hues -orange, green and blue- produced by the various screens as the eerie glows played off of Natasi’s jewelry, or the polished buttons of Sybil’s coat. The presence of the leviathan felt like a sleight and intrusion upon their more dignified, important conversation, screeching with its accursed presence like so much noise designed to agitate and lower the value of life’s very meaning with its incessant, insipid caterwauling. Only in this case the annoyance was quite lethal. With the moment passed the Major turned to her boss and offered a smile as the only means of thanks for the Grand Moff’s dedicated mixture of candor and forbearance. Time could not be made to wait any further however. Action was required, and thus the auburn tinged magnate of all things elusive had to concentrate on the data presenting itself to them both.

On a ship, one’s destiny was controlled by the expertise of someone else, and Sybil HATED this fact above all else. Regardless of the training and breeding of the command staff in charge there was always the nagging fear of being sucked into a vacuum or suddenly bursting into cinders as a reactor chain exploded and reduced everything in a square kilometer area to their natural, atomized state. As though to punctuate her concerns at the deteriorating position of the First Order a damage report was urgently relayed regarding the bridge, not to mention giving the Concordia a nausea-inducing shake that pinged every surface with a sharp vibration. Alerts over the next few minutes provided ill tidings in as a boarding action had been detected.

“M’lady, communications with forces on the ground are being jammed. We’re not able to properly speak with them; I’m unable to update them on the situation above and the encroaching Coalition misfits attempting to ensnare the team in the palace.” She refrained from advising that they should immediately mount a retreat before too much damage could be sustained. Possibly the more skittish nature of the Major’s preference for sniping combat was unnerving into a course of action that would compound a disaster. Despite that first inclination she felt something surging within her, perhaps a result from Natasi’s own words serving as a ultimately positive boost. Contrasting the pensive officer of the FOSB’s determined expression were the various security feeds of the intruders. Unlike down below the entire division, specialized FIST operatives, and Security Bureau hunters escorting Sybil upon this vessel were more than capable of using various communications methods to keep everyone apprised of the progress of the hit squad.

She had to act without delay -because the telltale markings upon the intruder’s armor implied the devious use of Beskar: a calling card of the Mandalorians and their duplicitous, money grubbing race. Unfortunately there was only so much that could be surmised from just looking, as the invaders could be pretenders running some sort of false flag operation -but the Major shut her brain to the potentials and focused on the bubbling irritation making her blood pump just that much harder. Possibly something she could unfurl her frustrations upon had manifested itself on her vessel of travel. Possibly this was a blessing: it was all a matter of perspective on exactly how far these bold assailants made it within their aims.

Slowly a smile laced with a strange sense of reluctance spread its humble softness across Sybil’s face as her course of action became clear. She removed her overcoat with a ceremonial air of gravitas and placed it gently upon her previous seat. Then she took a moment to unclasp the engraved silver links that held her shirt sleeves before rolling both up to the level of her upper arms, flexing her arms and cracking her knuckles while kneading her shoulders in circles as though limbering up would be necessary. Depending, it would be. Briefly the desire to simply vanish out of the room was suppressed, as that would be too pompous a move, thus disrespecting Lady Fortan.

“A million pardons, your Excellency. Some ruffians appear to be forcing their way across threshold. I’m afraid I am a sensitive person who suffers from such rudeness; thus, I will assist in escorting these men away. Thank you for bestowing such generosity with your counsel. Though this may skirt abuse, I must insist that you show me one more kindness: may you please watch over my coat while the situation is dealt with? I’m extremely attached to that old pile of rags. Knowing that it’s safe with you will provide such a peace of mind. I won’t be long, your Excellency.” Regardless if Natasi agreed or declined, the apprehension in her smirk flowed into a full, beaming smile as Sybil bowed deeply while crossing her arm over her chest and touching the tips of her fingers to her armpit. She then took her leave from the room.

In the corridors that beautiful, serene smile started to glaze over into a spit crunching, maniac grin as her mouth widened so far that it appeared to threaten a split open at the seams. By the time she arrived to the nearest deck officer her eyes were shining with a worrying intensity.

“Show me to the nearest armory now, please.” She said, hardly containing a glee so immense it nigh made her sputter like a sparking wire.

“Y-yes, Ma’am, Right this way!” Responded the officer, concerned that he could swear he smelt the aroma of smoke along with a hint of… lavender? Lilac? Lemonbread?

For a few minutes panic at the entry point of the Mandalorian insertion team was the rule and not the exception. A number of unarmored officers lost their lives trying to flee or worthlessly engage the insect cloud with blasters or pistols before being consumed by the horde of vermin. The menagerie of bugs cleared the way forward… at first. But unfortunately with the attack and spread of smothered IFF tags the word spread and a massive tactical setback was found upon those happy-go-lucky enough to strike the First Order in such a manner. Security stations continued to be manned, resulting in real time updates to the locations of the biggest clouds of insects. The division of stormtroopers were mostly at battle readiness, and thus those concentrations of vile pandemonium were confronted by armored flametroopers who could aggressively engage without fear of being stung to death in most cases while encased in their stark white suits. Next came the platoons of the divisions who set up effective checkpoints in choking ambushes behind bulkheads and within the corridors. The first one or two squads encountered by the invaders were possibly neutralized quickly under the veteran marksmanship of the Beskar clad warriors, but eventually they would come upon withering walls of blaster fire when attempting to navigate down certain routes.

The doors would slide open and extreme volumes of heavy blaster fire would pour down the gaps while anti-vehicle rocket launchers and light ion torpedoes would follow in tandem with the suppressing fire, threatening to turn even the most stalwart of an attacker into little more than chunky red tuna. And whenever the enemy managed to get close suddenly frag grenades and thermal detonators would come flying again and again, in some cases a trooper would literally be reaching into a case full of the things, spamming the primed close quarter butchers that could break the bones of the man wearing even the strongest armor as kinetic overpressure cross crossed like the wrathful waves of the almighty. This problem was faced both ways by the standard imperial trooper. When they tried a flanking attack or a corridor pincer they would find themselves just shy of sealing off the counter and killing off the Mandos.

Yet still, not every corridor was manned in such a solid way, and the invaders could find their way down this detour and that, no doubt making use of their ingenuity to produce solutions. In some cases it would be a squad who didn’t manage the bugs properly, or perhaps there was a door that could be forced by the assault team to bypass a byway to ignore a strongpoint. Another distinct complication in the midst of the chaos of battle was the fact that although the resurgent class was an old kind of model, the Lady of Blood and Iron had her ship overhauled from the ground up with a completely unique layout and with many features removed or substituted for superior defensive emplacements -along with a completely styled structure that favored beauty over complete functionality. This made the halls of the Concordia a treacherous maze for the foreigner.

Little by little, the group would either push on, taking casualties or remaining unscathed by sheer daring alone. One thing was for sure, they were fortunate the tight spaces didn’t allow for the entire weight of the division on board to surround and crush them under their collective weight.

That was until, of course, until the boarding squad had to navigate into one of the massive mess and rec halls aboard the Concordia. If they could just make it there then no doubt they could gain entry into deeper parts of the vessel where the real damage could be done by such a small team. Time would tell if they would realize whether or not they were proceeding there by coincidence or design.