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

Varian Alaric · Aug 7, 2018

Primat felt something probing at his mind. It was a foreign object, a foreign presence of some sort which reached through the force towards him...like it were a grasping hand, trying to grab something in the air. Whatever this presence was, he could have sworn it had hesitated at first, though that could have just been him finding it strange that something tried to meet with him, telepathically. In response to this obtrusive presence, Primat reached out himself...looking for this presence. As he reached out and as the foreign presence touched his mind...he was suddenly filled with a thought, one which seemed to just come out of thin air from the force.

It was...Varas?

In confusion and uncertainty, he reached out himself towards this presence, to try and discern whether it was Varas or whether it wasn't. Primat wouldn't say he was great at using telepathic communication, however he wasn't outright terrible at it. He knew the gist of using telepathy to communicate, so he understood it somewhat and how to do it accordingly. In curiosity, he reached out towards Varas in particular. He hadn't wanted to intrude on her privacy, though his curiosity and outright confusion, got the better of him. It took some probing and a bit of failure, before he was finally able to reach into her mind. And...Primat was surprised at what he saw and felt from Varas.

She felt...all excited as he did around her? Primat couldn't believe this, he didn't understand it. He hoped that he wasn't reading too much into this, though he did overthink things a lot. However, if what he sensed was true then...no, no...he was just jumping to conclusions. Shortly after feeling what Varas was thinking, he left with speed...hoping that she had not noticed his presence in her mind.

Then, Varas was off describing what Icecream was and how it tasted. To him, it sounded strange, albeit enticing and interesting and it sounded like something he would like to try sometime. Though, he didn't really understand what it was exactly...it still sounded enticing nonetheless to Primat. He wanted her to continue talking about icecream, though something happened. Their was the sound of blaster fire nearby, and then footsteps...all of these noises which seemed to have come from every direction around the trio and their entourage of Stormtroopers. And...then Varas had disappeared into the Palace with three troopers. Primat hadn't even realized until seconds later, when it would be impossible for him to follow Varas. She had just..disappeared like that. Right out of the blue, in an instant.

Despite the warnings of Marr, Primat encroached into the Palace, igniting his crimson saber in hand as he did so. He gave a small curt nod to the remaining five Stormtroopers to follow him. Then, he turned to Marr. She couldn't stay here, alone. And he wouldn't let her. He knew Marr wouldn't last long in prolonged combat with a Jedi, due to how young she was. And, he felt as though it was his duty to protect her. "Marr...with me, we need to go help out Varas." With that, he was off at a run into the Palace with the troopers and Marrisckal close behind.

He came through a doorway, one side led to the right. The other side led to the left. Primat didn't hesitate before going to the right, sure that that was the direction that Varas had gone down. Though, he was in actuality heading towards [member="Kahne Porte"], unknowingly he did so.

Kyrel Ren · Aug 7, 2018

Location: Above Skor II
Allies: [member="Racosidae"], [member="Seto Du Couteau"] First Order
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant
Objective: Crush the Uprising/Push to the Castle.
Enemies: ORC/Alliance In Exile

Skor II... A place that Kyrel Ren chose not to think of for a very long time. The last time he had been there was several years ago, fresh from his experiences on Mustafar. He thought that Skor II would easily fall under the First Order. How wrong he was. He could remember it all, going in there to aid the Gundark Gunners. The VX gas, being surrounded and being pushed back. His body was damaged so much so, that his first suit was destroyed and he had to be placed into Vader's Armor for a time to keep himself alive. He couldn't help but clench his gloved fists being forced to remember those times. Skor II the sight of embarrassment for the First Order, and perhaps the only place that put a blemish on the record of the Order's unstoppable conquests. Today that would be corrected. He had arrived late of course. Lost in a journey of his own, he had taken a transport in the form of an Upsilon Class Shuttle along with two Ren Disciples, and two squads of Stormtroopers with him. He could only see what was before him, ships that looked to be no match compared to the First Imperial Navy, band of light ships and then supported by that of the Alliance. He couldn't help but grit his teeth angrily staring at them.

Further more was the inclusion of Purgill. Creatures that had traveled across the Galaxy, some of which he thought were just only stories that spacers told. But it had seemed that they were real. He looked to the two Ren Disciples, and the squads of Stormtroopers that were tasked with aiding them. All checking their weapons. Making sure that they were combat ready for what was below. The reports he heard was unbelievable. FIST and the Ren sent to aid in the efforts of negotiating with the Squib King. Once again turned fruitless. Negotiations turned once more into conflict and had only grew worse with a shield around the palace. While the Squibs had been aided by the loathsome Rebels known as the Alliance in Exile and the ORC. The Steward of the Ren was not pleased. In fact it was perhaps just as worse as the first Battle was all those years ago. Taking the ship around, the Planatary shield was quite effective, and it would prevent him from entering the city and providing aid to the Palace. The only way the man could enter was entering and landing outside of the city. Making a long trek towards the Palace to provide aid and if necessary evac them.

Taking the craft through the battlefield that was orbit, Imperial ships being blown out of the sky, his anger only increased that a bunch of rabble could do this. ORC and their allies would pay. Taking the shuttle gently, through debris, enemy fighters and the occasional purgill he managed to start entering the atmosphere. Trying to guide it through without being torn apart, he managed through the rough atmosphere to the ground, activating the landing cycle, and gently setting it down so the troops may start heading out. Stepping from the cockpit he looked to the two disciples. "We must hurry, the enemy is relentless, the city may not be far but before we can aid our comrades. We must enforce order and crush this so-called uprising."

Stepping out of the ship slowly, one of the troopers looked to him and asked impatiently. "What are our orders?" Kyrel coldly responded before speaking forward. Announcing not only to him, but the rest of the men. "As part of the second wave. That is simple Commander. Our orders are to enforce law and order in the city. Squash the Uprising, and then provide aid to our comrades that are trapped." While he could tell the trooper had a dislike for the Ren, and outright questioned him. That was normal, but the trooper just nodded and relayed them back to his unit. Seeing the smoke of the city insight he began a long trek towards it. Revenge was importance but the order must be upheld, and Kyrel would see to it that this uprising was dealt with for good.

Koda Fett · Aug 8, 2018

LOCATION: METROBIG CITY
OBJECTIVE: FEND OFF THE FIRST ORDER
ALLIES: OUTER RIM COALITION
ADVERSARIES: [member="Durgan Ossk"] - [member="Sogash"]

The T-Visor only stared back.

It was from beneath the helmet that a voice emerged, electronically synthesised through the internal microphone of the helmet, with some semblance of muffling. "It doesn't work like that, Sogash." His tone neutral, if not carrying a hint of snideness to it. Fett always was one to mock the situation with comments that never were all that direct, and it was now that Sogash that found himself on the receiving end of a frivolous comment. Maybe his voice was familiar, it didn't really matter.

As he made his remark the Bounty Hunter's left hand reached towards his waist, slowly drawing a circular object out, a flicking motion of his thumb that created a 'priming' sound. A simple movement led it to slip from his grip, falling towards them. A Sonic Detonator that was often utilised to disorientate, but it was known to kill in certain circumstances; an Ithorian wasn't capable of surviving such a thing. Fortunately neither of them were.

Elena Lowe · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Skor II, Metrobig City Refugee Camp.
Objective: Try to get away.
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Joza Perl"]
Equipment: SB-U01 Wrist Datapad | C-51 Charric Pistol

The pair raised their hands as Leah brandished the weapon, and she nodded her head, pleased and surprised they'd followed her instructions. She'd expected the situation to erupt in a shootout, or at least for one of them to try to run away or call for help. Instead they simply raised their arms, palms towards the anxious agent, indicating their surrender. Her brows knit together, she cleared her throat, keeping the muzzle of the gun still pointed between the pair.

"Right. Neither of you are to move. I mean it, not even a musc-"
"..."

She trailed off, frowning deeply. Her arm, outstretched, had dropped down as she spoke without her realising. She tried to raise it, but it felt clumsy, leaden. Her eyes widened in alarm as the limb failed to cooperate, and dropped once again to her side. Trying to move it once again she tried with all her might, but her arm was too heavy to raise. She cast a quick glance back at the pair in astonished confusion, and it was then Agent Kaban noticed the look of quiet concentration that graced the features of the woman.

It was then it occurred to her that the raised hands were perhaps not the innocent gesture of surrender that she'd previously believed.

"What is going on? What did you do to me?"

Her voice was frantic and scared. It was as if something physical confined her body. Her muscles pulled as strained all they could, but her arm was immobile. Then, her fingers began to tingle, and as the pins-and-needles began to spread up each digit and up her across her hand she realised she couldn't feel the grip of the pistol anymore. Her breath caught in her throat as the tingling numbness spread rapidly, and her fingers loosened and dropped the weapons as the stasis rushed in a torrent up her arm and across her body. The grip kept her upright, struggling yet immobilised against the invisible bonds.

Hyperventilating now, she grit her teeth and locked eyes with her sudden captor. How quickly the roles had reversed.

"Let me go ... Jedi "

She spat out the last word with venom, the name of the enemy. Within the ranks of the Order there were few greater insults.

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 8, 2018

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 | Third Floor, Palace of the Squib King, Skor II
Objectives | Heading to provide backup to injured First Order comrade
Allies | [member="Omari Vyken"] (target), [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Vestille Thumahra"], First Order
Enemies | [member="Dax Fyre"] (engaging soon), [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Jaius Sovv"], [member="Kahne Porte"], ORC & their allies

[SIZE=11pt]As her older sister disappeared into the breach… and continued on in search of the enemies she heard in the distance, Marriskcal let a soft sharp hiss of annoyance escape her. If not for the fact that she suspected there was a change in objectives from the way the twin presence of ALPHA 3 and 4 were retreating from the palace interior, the youngling would have ignored Primat’s plea to follow after Varas. As it was, a huge part of her wanted to continue with their secondary objective as per their briefing packets. But a small part of her that cared for her brother and sister made her hesitate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was a difficult choice. Her need to complete her assignment warred with her sentiments for her family.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Fine,” her words were curt, as a dark cloud of displeasure curled around her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Emotions are a hindrance, after all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Hopefully, their continued presence within the palace complex were enough to draw some attention away from the others. With this thought in mind, the youngling released her careful bindings around her own force presence as she trailed reluctantly behind Primat, leaping over the breach in the wall and various debris scattered around the forced entrance. As they were focusing their utmost to reunite with Varas, Marriskcal stopped trying to conceal the sounds of her battle armour made as it struck against the polished floor. Her grip on the maser rifle tightened as she hoped her brother knew what he was doing by leading them deeper within hostile territory.

And that was she felt the sharp cut of pain echoing through the force. Instinctively, the youngling looked upwards at the ceiling. Her telemetry feed was showing that there was one remaining member of the SpecOps team left in the building. “Brother, go ahead. I think one of ours are in trouble. I’m going to check it out.” Her eyes scanned the map at the corner of her HUD to discern the fastest way for her to get to her new target. The next set of stairs were coming up in less than 10 meters. She increased her pace. Kicking against the ground with her left leg, Marriskcal took a sharp right, bounding up the flight of stairs in threes and fours.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With her suit augmenting her strength and movements, it did not take the initiate long before she found her way to the third floor. Cautiously, Marriskcal peeked out from behind the wall, holding up her hand to signal her escort of two stormtroopers to wait.[/SIZE]

Marriskcal Lati · Aug 8, 2018

[SIZE=11pt]{Attack of the double post! Please kindly ignore.}[/SIZE]

Seto Du Couteau · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Above Skor II
Allies: @Racosidae | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | First Order
Enemies: ORC/Alliance In Exile

Seto Du Couteau, Ren

Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor Two Lightsabers

Objective: Pacify the local resistance/Push towards the Palace

A part of Seto enjoyed the thrill of entering combat, unknown variables and a chance to push into the uncertainty of life and this universe. The smile grew, tugging the corners of his lips but doubt swirled in his head. The realization had not been fully grasped until the turbulence of the craft he was on shook and brought Seto back to reality, to the present moment. This is insanity.

Seto breathed deep as another shake rocked the transport, but by some miracle (and perhaps the amazing skill of the pilot) they all managed to touch ground. The ramp opened to reveal the planet of Skor II for the Ren and quickly the Steward himself ordered for their advancement into the city. Their Stormtrooper compliment quickly began to file out of the transport and bowed to his Steward in acknowledgement of his orders and overall objective of their attack.

"I shall being placating those who wish to bare fangs towards the First Order. The animosity and anger towards us shall be replaced with respect and fear." Or if the unfortunate happens, death.

The city had to be pacified of course, and who better than an ex-Imperial Inquisitor. Seto smirked at this thought as he stepped outside and scanned the surrounding area. Which compared to the battle raging overhead in Orbit, the planet's Surface seemed almost eerily peaceful. But of course, peace can be misunderstood. Dressed in his dark Ren armor, it allowed comfort for Seto in a rather uncomfortable planet and environment, but he pushed himself to advance quickly forward knowing such comfort won't last long.

Least I'm wearing helmet.

His senses flared, eyes rapidly moving to gather as much information from the city's outskirts, the battle no doubt would swallow up the entire city if allowed to blossom. As any fire rampaging across a field of dried plants and trees, what kept the proverbial fires at bay was the First Order itself. What is the point of ruling a galaxy of ash? Curfew had been ordered city wide, and compliance was the only requirement when joining the First Order. Seto began his search for Squibs and enemies of the First Order that dared to stir up unrest and cause unnecessary loss for the locals.

After all, The First Order is a cascading flow of water ready to extinguish the chaotic flames of destruction that this galaxy wishes to spiral into.

Mittens · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Space: Orbiting Skorr Two, Surrounded by Space Junk
Allies: ORC ([member="Dano Dil"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Jada Raxis"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Griet van Vliet"])
Enemies: First Order ([member="Karl Von Strauss"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="The Major"], [member="Kou'ha Escala"], [member="Morro"], [member="Cynthia Alucard"])
Objective: Break. Their. Back.

Wave after wave of bulk debris raced through the void, hurling along among a never-ending stream of significantly smaller debris. Massive chunks of armor plating and superstructure mixed among random discarded machinery to form a moving wall of mass and kinetic force aimed squarely at the fat, slow Star Destroyers and Super Star Destroyers of the First Order Navy. Smaller ships caught in the barrage had been overwhelmed by the onslaught and crumpled under the weight of it all. Other ships, escorts mostly, had been quick enough to avoid the incoming torrent of metal and had opened fire upon the chunks of debris as they approached the First Order formation. Heavy Missiles and powerful laser cannons all barked out in defiance against the indignity of the First Order's fallen comrades being used as tools and ammunition against those still living and serving aboard Imperial Ships.

However. The laws of physics care little for the whims of mortal men.

Where chunks of fast-moving scrap metal were intercepted by ordnance and laser fire, debris still flowed. Large, dense chunks of metal exploded in flashes of light and turned into scattered chunks of significantly smaller debris, without ever losing total mass and only suffering a fractional reduction in velocity. Likewise, where laser bolt struck metal debris, dense, irregular clouds of super-heated dust and gas hurled through the void, still aimed upon the flagship of the First Order. No matter how small the debris was made and no matter how widely the debris was scattered, the barrage of metal never suffered a reduction in total mass, no matter how intensely the First Order vessels fired upon stream of indignity.

Objects in motion, stay in motion.

Even when boulders are ground to sand and an avalanche becomes a sandstorm, mortal men are still brought low in the face of nature's fury.

Chunks of scrap metal, dense sections of armor plating, and entire starship components were hurled upon the massive Admonitor-class Star Destroyer. Even as the monstrosity's sublight engines flared to life and the great beast lurched forward, the barrage of scrap metal never slowed, only shifted ever-so-slightly as skilled marksmen led their shots against the painfully slow movements of the massive war machine the First Order had put so much stock in. For she was the perfect target for such an attack.

Aboard the Reduce, Reuse, Exterminate, Grand Admiral Squibbikans all but melted as the tension drained from him. In spite of his concerns over the strategy, the rolling barrage of makeshift ordnance had taken its toll upon the invading fleet. "It's working." The Squib Admiral said more to himself than to the small orange liaison at his side. "For now." Admiral Mittens said as he observed the movements of the First Order and Coalition fleets. "What do you mean 'for now'?" Squibbikans asked, the light dying in his eyes. Admiral Mittens remained quiet for a moment, his tail flicking against the deck as he focused upon the holographic projection in front of him. "With our communications jammed, we cannot coordinate properly." Admiral Mittens said finally. "While I have a great deal of faith in the other Coalition commanders, each one of them could see the same projections as you and I and yet come to entirely different conclusions about what actions must next be taken." Mittens explained to the Squib Admiral, never taking his eyes off of the display. "For instance... As you can tell by the slight curvature of the debris stream, as well as by the abnormal acceleration of the debris and the accuracy of our attack, someone over there is projecting interdicting gravity wells over the Admonitor-class Star Destroyer. That wasn't part of the plan, but it is particularly helpful."

Admiral Squibbikans squinted at the projection for a moment before nodding in agreement. "You're right. That is quite the pleasant surprise."

"Quite." Mittens agreed, then paused for a moment to lick his left paw a few times, getting the fur on it to lay just right. "And while that should slow the Admonitor even further and make her that much easier of a target for us, we cannot contact the other Coalition assets and warn them to keep their distance from the Imperial formations."

"Is that going to be a problem?" Admiral Squibbikans asked as he turned to face the orange Coalition Liaison.

"Not at the moment." Admiral Mittens said before turning to stare at the hologram of the Summa-Verminoth, it's twenty-five kilometer long tentacles trailing behind it like the wake of a comet. Still, the ugly thing hurled through the void, pulled by the brace of Whale-Ships that dragged it ever forward. It and it's escorting organic assets were traveling far faster than would be expected, and still gaining speed. The former the result of the slingshot maneuver that had brought the formation into the battlespace, and the latter the result of continued propulsion towards an area that was being heavily interdicted by multiple artificial gravity wells.

Admiral Squibbikans, following the gaze of Mittens, gasped. "Is that going to be a problem?" He asked.

Mittens let out a short, dignified chuckle for a moment. "That will absolutely be a problem." Admiral Mittens said with a hint of mirth. "That is already a problem. But she is not and never will be our problem."

"How can you be sure?" Admiral Squibbikans asked. "How do you know that that monster won't destroy Coalition ships and cost us this battle?"

Admiral Mittens sat up straighter on his haunches, utterly exuding regality. "The Summa-Verminoth is a weapon of terror." Mittens said, his dignified demeanor and deep voice adding authority and an air of absolute truth to his words. "She is already fulfilling her role and has already done all we need her to do. She is breaking the morale of First Order personnel and causing the Imperial Admiralty to rashly react to her presence instead of formulating and initiating meaningful battlefield tactics." Mittens explained, his head held high as he regarded the state of the holographic battlefield as if he were a god looking favorably upon a particularly devout congregation. "Should she do more upon contact with the enemy, this is simply a boon."

"And if Coalition Forces get in her way?" Admiral Squibbikans asked, regarding the liaison with concern.

"Just watch." Mittens said, a mischievous grin playing across his features. "And continue to fire until there is a risk of hitting the Summa-Verminoth or her escorts."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQTCS6aWRSc

Fancy Fleet (29,000m)

Kracken Command (11,000m) >>> Collision Course w/ Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer (Still chugging along)
1x Summa-Verminoth - 5km Body, tentacles 5x that length
4x Whale-Ships - 1km Each, pulling the Summa-Verminoth like horses on a Chariot
2x Oswaft - 1km Each, escorting the whale-ships

Squib Reclamation Fleet, Glorious Navy of the Squib Polyanarchy and valiant defenders of Skor Two (18,000m) >>> Hurling garbage and starfighters at FO Fleet (Robogeber) (Still firing, Mainly at the Admonitor)
1x Leviathan Factory Ship/Carrier - 5km
3x Cal-class Battleship - 3km Each
80x Needle Ship - 50m Each
Swarm of Needle Fighters - 2.5m Each (still pouring out of the Leviathan) (engaging starfighters or escorts where appropriate)

Coren Starchaser · Aug 8, 2018

Palace Grounds
Allies: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Jaius Sovv"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Shia Kryze"]
Enemies: First Order [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Keira Verd"]
Save the Day

Starchaser was working on keeping up with his student. The strider that Mishel was always tended to take point. He was no longer a vanguard for forces. A general of a military powerhouse, he was on the ground with his soldiers, but he wasn’t going to be leading the charge as much. Sure, ranking in the Eclipsed, the Jedi Master was one to be seen as a beacon for hope. And that meant he was still right there, fighting.

Keeping on the path, he heard his name over the comm and tapped it, allowing the message to go through, with an accepted tone to the Chief of State. He nodded. “Understood, sir. Will catch the Order, then come for you when its clear. May the Force be with you.” Starchaser spoke as he continued on, the Corellian Star ignited as he carried on following Mishel.

The rest of the team was behind them, as chaos was ensuing. Looking to his student, he nodded. Lightsaber at the ready, and pistol up and pointing, Starchaser nodded. “Mish, you’re on point. Get us to the Judges. Sedaire and Fyre, that’s our order and destination.” Sure, if they found Ren before then, as Shattered Jedi, they had to take the fight to them.

“Be ready.” He knew they had to have eyes on them by now.

Mazik Stazi · Aug 8, 2018

Command Deck

ANS Nemo's Revenge

Alliance Core Fleet

"Still no word from the Excubitor?"

"Negative, Admiral," Commander Bashir shook his head in frustration, oversized Mon Cal eyes blinking with each tilt, "Still too much interference."

"We'll need to get closer, raise Thuku by lascomm," the duros stroked his chin thoughtfully, peering at the larger than life holographic tac screen before him, "Continue along our present course in the wake of...whatever the feth that thing is. We'll use it as cover for as long as possible..."

"And then?" Bashir gently pressed, expecting Stazi to continue but instead his superior had simply trailed off.

"And then, we plot an elliptical course around Skor's far side," fiddling with the control panel in front of him, Mazik traced a course projection across their battle map, "We deploy ground teams from the safety of the planet's shadow, and stay on a low orbit trajectory to pick up some speed."

"You think they haven't already detected us?"

"Can't afford to take that chance," the admiral shook his head, "Its a good bet the Empire already knows we're here, but this maneuver will keep them guessing as to where exactly, and meanwhile we should pick up enough velocity reinforce Thuku's flank before they know what hit em."

Despite some lingering reservations, his first officer acquiesced to this explanation and carried out Mazik's orders without further question. The next few minutes were tense and silent, like the calm before a storm, for every member of his bridge crew knew that's exactly what they were headed into. In these moments before battle, his old superior the late Admiral Zark would have begun meditating or practiced some other form of mystical mumbo jumbo. Stazi had his own approach, the duros simply stood there and quietly seethed.

"Deploy U-Wings."

Bashir echoed his command for all to hear, and the admiral began once more to white knuckle the holotable's panel readout, this time despite a comparative lack of turbulence. It wouldn't be long now, troop transports and support gunships bellowed forth towards their surface, their pilots executing extremely turbulent low orbit launches. In their wake, a skeletal escort of X-Wing and Crossfire squadrons formed up around an already infinitesimal flotilla of dropships from the duros' perspective.

"Coming around now, Admiral," Bashir relayed at last, although by now Mazik could easily see that for himself, "They'll detect us any moment, if they haven't already."

"Let them, what can they do but quake in their boots at the inevitable? They're over-committed, just as I suspected. The Squib's gambit has apparently broken their lines, this must be some last ditch effort. We will break them mid-charge."

"Must be Rausgeber in command," Bashir muttered, as if to himself.

"What makes you think that?" Stazi asked, raising a brow at the Mon Cal's apparently new found prescience.

"Look at the way they're pushing straight for Therapy Command," Bashir indicated on the readout, "Do you know anyone who hates and fears Admiral Thuku more?"

Mazik looked again, and nodded at last in comprehension and appreciation. It was true, every battle that the Imperial Grand Admiral seemed to preside over, they always directed most of their firepower at the Excubitor. First Order propaganda vids were always filled with derision for the commanding officer of Therapy Command, taunting Thuku's prowess, and from these two factors Admiral Stazi could only conclude that they were all terrified of her.

"Formation, sir?"

"Scythes on the frontline, the Agressive Negotiations and Timeless will flank either end in a defensive posture. Absolution will burn in directly behind, with the Faith Organa and our light carrier complement bringing up the rearguard."

"And the rest, Admiral?" Bashir asked once he had plotted their initial battle line.

"Under-over. MC42s and CR112s will burn in from above, Nebulons and Hammerheads from below. We arc them around our main line, and that way we'll come at the Imperial flank from all sides."

"They'll be forced to either give ground," the Mon Cal reasoned out his line of thinking, "Or take the beating. Understood, sir."

They were just within long range firing arcs now, each captain would no doubt be ordering his crew to brace in case the First Order's artillery craft were turned on their position. Mazik did the same, and also gave the order for all ships to deploy their remaining fighter squadrons. With practiced ease, hundreds upon hundreds of Alliance starfighters danced across the void in front of them and formed up into attack wings and defensive screens. They too would have their orders.

Wanting to keep out of reach of the Pellaeon's heavy arsenal for as long as possible, Admiral Stazi instead ordered his forces to begin whittling away at the enemy strike and escort complement.

"Entering extreme weapons range now, sir."

"Notify the fleet, open fire," Mazik slammed his fist against the console with those words, "As soon as we're in optimal, reroute all power to weapons and break hard to starboard. All batteries prepare for a broadside on designate Falchion-class."

Alliance Core Fleet

ANS Nemo's Revenge | Modified MC85 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Orienting for full broadside on FIV Svalinn ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Absolution | Citadel-class Star Defender
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing all batteries on FIV Svalinn ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Faith Organa | Endurance II-class Fleet Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Javelin | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 89%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Evalach ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Beskad | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Evalach ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Bulwark | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Evalach ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Aggressive Negotiations | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Defensive posture flanking Javelin.

ANS Timeless | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Defensive posture flanking Bulwark.

ANS Thyferran Dawn | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Exactor ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Mon Cala Forever | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Exactor ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Free Voss | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Exactor ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Byllurun | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Slime Sea | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Mount Keff | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Dragon Guard | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Remember Eriadu | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Bloodstripe | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Dulvoyinn Hymn | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Socorro Spirit | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Gus Talon | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters.

ANS Rivers of Arbra | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Arondight.

ANS Twilight Horizon | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Caliburn.

ANS Loth Cat | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Joyeuse.

ANS Rancor Claw | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing at FIV Marauder. ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Deciever's End | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Ulysses ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Lightkeeper | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Dragon ([member="Robogeber"])

ANS Cavalier | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Eridanus ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Shogun | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Eridanus ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Tantive IX | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Cassiopeia ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Goliath | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Cassiopeia ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Calypso | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Scorpius ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Titan | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Scorpius ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Spirit | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Crux ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

ANS Indomitable | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Deploying fighters. Firing on FIV Crux ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Intercept Aurek | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Firing on FIV Refil, FIV Vasilis ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Intercept Besh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Firing on FIV Gambanteinn, FIV Forseti ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Intercept Cresh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Firing on FIV Clarent, FIV Emissary ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Intercept Dorn | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Firing on FIV Malach, FIV Oracle ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Total Meterage: 20,090m

Starfighter Command

Attack Wing One
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Moving into position for bombing run on FIV Kali. ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Attack Wing Two
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Moving into position for bombing run on FIV Endeavor. ([member="Robogeber"])

Attack Wing Three
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Moving into position for bombing run on FIV Centurion. ([member="Robogeber"])

Attack Wing Four
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
1 Squadron Sprite X-Wings
3 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
Actions: Assaulting Task Group Orion Fighter Screen. ([member="Kou'ha Escala"])

Attack Wing Five
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
1 Squadron Sprite X-Wings
3 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Assaulting Imperator Command Fighter Screen. ([member="Robogeber"])

Defense Wing One
5 Squadrons A-Wing Interceptors
3 Squadrons Preybird Heavy Starfighters
Actions: Forming into a defensive screen.

Defense Wing Two
5 Squadrons A-Wing Interceptors
3 Squadrons Preybird Heavy Starfighters
Actions: Forming into a defensive screen.

Dropship Wave
40 U-Wing Transports
12 U-Wing Gunships
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
2 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
Actions: Hard burn towards surface, preparing low atmosphere deployment outside city limits.

Total Squadrons: 80 (960 craft)
Total Transports: 52

Summary of Actions

Alliance Core Fleet burns through interdiction mass shadows on full impulse power, approaching from directly behind the kracken to minimize sensor profile.
Angles off on elliptical trajectory around Skor II's far side, launches wave of troop transports and starfighter escorts from the safety of the planet's shadow, using a low orbit burn to pick up velocity.
Rounding planet's far side not far from Therapy Command's flank, Core Fleet splits off into a battleline with each Scythe Heavy Cruiser leading the charge.
Core Fleet opens fire on Imperator Command ([member="Robogeber"]) and Task Group Orion ([member="Kou'ha Escala"]).

Tiland Kortun · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Second floor of the Palace

Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"]

Opponents: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Keira Verd"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Omari Vyken"]

Trolled by: [member="Boda"], apparently

=========================

The speeder gunned towards the palace faster than Tiland had traveled in a long time, barring of course lightspeed, and his gnarled hands gripped the speeder with iron-like strength. Yet at the same moment as the palace appeared in front of him, and Tiland began to suspect another jump, a manic feeling of euphoria pushed itself into his mind. He was no stranger to such acts of telepathy. Illusions based on the technique were among his first choices in cases of conflict. But still, it took him by surprise, and he laughed out loud as the speeder cut through the air and slammed into the palace balcony. Fire burst from the carpet and a foam sprayed down from the ceiling.

To his surprise, Tiland found himself humming a small song he had heard a very long time ago, and as he hummed the words escaped. Yet he nodded, eyes serious, as Vorhi spoke. He had seen edge of the generator over the rooftops of some nearby buildings as they made the wild jump.

"It was this way." He brushed the fire-suppression foam from his robes and beard the best he could, before turning and striding towards the generator. Vorhi had changed. He could sense it, see it, and even hear it. Concerning, for it seemed that Vorhi had received a vision of his own, although Tiland could not begin to guess what it might be.

The ancient staff in his hand echoed as he strode along the corridor, surprisingly innocuous and harmless looking compared to everyone else currently running around the palace structure. He wound through the scavenged corridors and then, with a swift blow, forced open a locked balcony door. It swung open with the sound of splintering wood.

Tiland gripped the rail with both hands and swung over, so that he dangled a story and a half above the ground. He hung there for a moment and then let himself drop. He plummeted for a second and then landed with a roll. Retrieving his staff, he strode across the bay yard, nodding sagely at the guards who were stationed along the walls and behind durasteel barricades. If the shields went down, the entire city was vulnerable. That was something that the Squib and ORC leaders were adamant in attempting to prevent.

And so, he wound his way outwards, pausing in the shadow of a small gate before darting through, back into the city streets. Fast walking to the point of almost jogging, Tiland cut as straight a course as he could manage to reach the generator. While the streets tended to wind and double back, Tiland went through the buildings, slipping like a ghost through quiet houses, drifting through courtyard gardens, and vaulting he fences that rose up in the way.

Soon, he reached the generator. Well, not the generator itself, but the outside of the docking bay in which it had been built. Or, what has once been a docking bay. Tiland didn’t know when it had stopped being in use.

There, within the old docking bay, sat the shield generator. The old bay walls still stood and had been reinforced with durasteel braces and covers, making them several meters thick. The two doors had been strengthened as well.

He took stock of the situation within the confines of the main doorway before he settled himself in the shadows underneath the overhang, staff across his knees. Hardly looked like a threat or even one to give much consideration to. An ancient beggar, for the most part. Once there, he settled down to wait. They would be coming for the generator and he would be there waiting for them. Well, he and Vorhi. And old man and a blind guy. Hardly worth a second thought for men of war and weapons that surrounded them. But, Tiland had been around Metrobig for a while now, and in and out of the palace.

They knew he was a Jedi. That itself stirred courage in their hearts and resolve in their bellies. They stood a little straighter and their shoulders were a little more square. They were ready.

Grozurra · Aug 8, 2018

Location: FIV Concordia
Allies: Good Conditioner
Enemies: [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="The Major"], [member="Kou'ha Escala"], [member="Val Kordova"]
Objective: Find a VIP, Snag a VIP, Sell as Hostage or Bounty Later

In the cramped confines of a coffin-like boarding torpedo, Grozurra shook his head and willed the ringing to go away. The pod had come to a very abrupt stop that inertial dampeners had only partially alleviated, then the plasma cutters had burned for almost two minutes, and then nothing. Nothing but the incessant buzzing of whatever weird bugs [member="Kaine Australis"] had crammed into the pod before Grozurra had let most of them out (into the interior of Kaine's ship sometime before the pods had been launched). Grozurra himself had been a stowaway aboard Kaine's stealth ship, a crafty Bounty Hunter making his play at the rich man's head. That was, until Grozurra had realized who the Australis ships were fighting and who's ships they were aiming boarding torpedoes at.

While Grozurra was more than willing to collect the bounty on Kaine, or any Mandalorian from the current Empire for that matter (you don't get to kidnap kids and inject them with life-altering drugs against their will and not piss off a wookiee or two), the young Wookiee was far more fond of catching, selling, or maybe just killing Imperial officers over just about anyone else in the galaxy, Sith included. There was just something about the idea of those guys once skinning wookiees and wearing their pelts that made Grozurra's skin crawl.

So... he had stolen away into one of the torpedoes and changed his plans.

However, he and the pod were currently stuck halfway through the armor plating of an Imperial Star Destroyer. With a subtle movement of his chin, Grozurra switched his body armor to fully sealed and took the first few breaths of stale, old air from his suit's oxygen tanks (which apparently needed to be replaced). With effort, the armored wookiee also managed to remove his lightsaber from his belt and wiggle his hand past his broad chest so that it was over his head and pointed towards the prow of the coffin-like pod. With the press of a button, a brilliant gold light illuminated the interior of the pod as the blade of energy pierced deep into whatever metal remained ahead of the pod. Slowly, Grozurra worked the lightsaber in a wide circle overhead, covering as wide an area as the cramped boarding torpedo would allow. But when finishing the circle produced no results, the wookiee swore. "Rawr."

Taking a deep breath first, Grozurra closed his eyes and concentrated on the senses that only the Force could provide. Reaching forward, the armored wookiee felt the armor plating ahead of him and knew that he was almost through. There was just a few centimeters of metal still holding it all together. With the Force as his tool, a bit of effort, and a lot of twisting, Grozurra was able to shred the last remaining shards of metal push the whole cylinder of metal plating into a waiting hallway and out of Grozurra's way. After that, it had just been a matter of a bit of shimmying and Grozurra had made his way onto the ship.

However, the reception he got was more than enough to let Grozurra know that Kaine and his men had already made their presence known.

The Major said:
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.

Much like the squad of Mandalorians, Grozurra came under constant assault as he wondered the halls of the Star Destroyer. Imperial soldiers lobbed small arms fire at the heavily armored wookiee and Grozurra returned fire with his own rifle, pausing every now and then to pluck up a power pack from a nearby corpse as he moved toward the ship's aft.

"RAAA!" Grozurra yelled as a flash of light and smoke raced past his face, narrowly missing him thanks to an instinctual dodge. Pressing himself flat against a nearby wall, Grozurra turned to look in the direction the flash of light had gone and was rewarded with the sight of some sort of rocket exploding against the far end of the hallway. The big, armored wookiee stared in disbelief at the trail the rocket had made in the air and at the damage it had caused. Sparks and smoke billowed from a shattered wall, exposed superstructure glowing slightly from the heat of the impact. Grozurra frowned at the damage. That was an anti-tank rocket. <What kind of desperate madmen use anti-tank ordnance inside their own starship?> Grozurra pondered to himself, unhappy with the realization that the weapon could easily have done a lot more than hurt the Wookiee had it hit him.

A tingle in the force warned him of another missile coming in his direction. Quickly, Grozurra reached out with the force and redirected the warhead away from him, where it would harmlessly detonate against the wall of the hallway between himself and the hostile Imperials that were firing anti-tank ordnance aboard their own ship. Another warhead rocketed towards the armored wookiee and Grozurra likewise used the Force to guide the projectile away from himself and towards something that felt important. Each time a warhead came rocketing in his direction, Grozurra used his gifts to guide the warhead into something that felt important. Power Conduits, Air Filtration Ducts, Sewer Lines... there were a lot of densely packed components that lined the internal spaces of a starship, all of which where particularly un-fond of anti-tank weaponry being hurled in their direction.

But then something much bigger detonated deep within the Star Destroyer. The wookiee felt it in the force first. A shrill warning that he was in danger, prompting Grozurra to crouch low and blanked himself in whatever protection the force could offer him against whatever horror had been unleashed in the heart of the ship.

And then the world ended. Or so it felt.

"Raaaawr Roooar RAWR!?" Grozurra yelled, his profanity burning his own ears as he braced against the onslaught of the seismic charge's shockwave

Vorhi Alestrani · Aug 8, 2018

Location: The Shield generator
Objective: Defend from the enemies, listen to [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Allies: Tiland Kortun, A lot of Squibs, [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Srina Talon"]
Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Keira Verd"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Omari Vyken"]
Unknown: [member="Boda"] [member="Darth Metus"]

The blind man followed the elder. The squibs seemed more nervous about him. Vorhi looked the part of intimidating muscle, despite the ragged, scholarly nature of his robes. The blind monk looked calm, adjusting his gauntlets and nodding to the squibs silently. This may or may not have been dire. Truth is, there was enough force energy in this build to rock the house. Even without the interfering cosmic miasma of numerous space whales rutting into the night, there was...tension. A climate of cliffs and breaches, bound my other stories.

The blind monk seemed to settle in. But still, the force itself and this place did not. A sharp breath escaped the man's lips. "Alright, that should do it. For now."

In silence, in meditation, the blind beast breathed in. Soon, his mettle would be given a test. Soon, he would release his restraints. It had been a while since he had cut loose. Still, this would be something. This would be the pit.

Joza Perl · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Metrobig City Refugee Camp
Objective: Joza used Stun Spore on FOSB Agent
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Orvo Lekarz"]
Enemies: FO |[member="Leah Kaban"]

Jedi. Depending on where you were and who you were talking to, that word could either propel you into godlike status or make you worse than the dirt on a scumbag’s heel. Or somewhere in between, but there didn’t seem to be much of an in between with how the woman hissed out the word. It was an insult, plain and bitter. One Joza had heard time and time again, from the Sith to the imperials to nearly every corner of the galaxy.

If the Zeltron had any doubt as to the imperial agent’s opinion of her, the moment their eyes met conveyed the rest beyond a doubt.

“No.” Any levity of her demeanor faded rapidly, face creasing with the severity of the moment. This was a refugee camp, small and cramped but it had the largest concentration of innocents and injured out of the entire city. Her duty, and Sunstrider’s duty above all else was to safeguard their wellbeing no matter the cost. “Arcanus, take her blaster.” The gun had slipped from her grip and fallen to the ground, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. “Restrain her. We’ll need to pat her down and relieve her of any other weapons or electronics.” Her words were curt from the concentration of maintaining stasis.

Joza honed in on the First Order operative, immobilized for the time being. She wanted so badly to put a bullet between her eyes, to end the threat quickly and cleanly. Admittedly it wasn’t just for practicality—the First Order had blinded a captured group of Coalition irregulars with fire on Kaeshana, robbing them of their site. She’d watched one of their Ren impale her friend Dax and steal his prized saber. It was only natural to feel the tendrils of revenge wrap around her heart. Her fingers twitched, clenching just slightly as the brief urge to use the Force for something other than paralysis surged through her.

The moment passed, though. Though there wasn’t much protocol for this sort of thing and Joza wasn’t an intelligence officer, it would be beneficial to keep this one alive. Knock her out it necessary, but they couldn’t let her go. Not yet. And she wasn’t executing anyone in front of refugees, not if it could be helped.

“Relax, imperial.” While stasis wouldn’t hurt her, it was understandably unnerving and scary if you’d never felt it before. Especially if you were in enemy territory as a spy facing off against a chipper Jedi and a weird Zeltron who almost seemed to have a predatory sort of purr in her voice. “You’ll be staying with us for a while. Settle in.”

Rosalina · Aug 8, 2018

Location: Tagge Survey Site
Objective: Climb, figure out what's goin on
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="T-3"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"]"| [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Castiel Moncrief"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"]| [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Rhun Trask"]

The robot was a good listener. It still creeped Alm out, but that was to be expected. Droids were so cold to the touch and sometimes communicated in an unnerving series of clicks and whistles. As far as she had come, there were still things that the Amazonian would not get used to.

The droid moved behind her without much stealth or concern, but thankfully all of the action seemed to be concentrated on the warehouse and whatever was inside of it. Alm’s face firmed as they neared the building, catching the movement of the droid’s mechanized arm as it drew a blaster. Whipping around, she pointed a finger at the droid. “No! No shoot.” It was unclear whether she meant not to shoot her directly, or…not to shoot anything. When the droid simply stared, Alm sighed. “No shoot. Not yet.” A finger pointed upwards. “We climb.”

In ascending the wall from outside the back of the warehouse, Alm could hear every shot fired and every shout of pain or exertion. Given the nature of the sounds reverberating from inside the building, she felt confident that there weren’t any Squib inside. Hopefully. She’d just spent the past few days with them and they didn’t have such guttural growls.

Clambering onto the rooftop, Alm looked down to make sure that the droid had followed her. Even though she was unnerved by it, the extra potentially allied presence made her feel a little better when they were this close to the action. On her hands and knees, the young woman shuffled her way along the roof, peering through wooden slats in an attempt to get a better view of what was going on down below. Dark irises settled onto the Graug in confusion, unable to immediately identify what she assumed to be strange reptilian aliens. Were they from the First Order? How did they get here? None of that mattered, and those thoughts were ripped from her mind as an armored man let loose a war cry as he charged towards the open entrance of the building.

Was he friend or foe? Was anyone a friend? Byamba squawked overhead and that brought her attention to tiny figures perched on a building some distance away. She squinted, trying to identify them and make sense of the chaos that was going on below.

Creak. Creeeeeeakkkk.

Alm paused as she felt the wood beneath her muscular form begin to whine and groan. Perhaps the roof of an unkempt structure just couldn’t support the weight of a large woman and a droid.

Uh oh.

T-3 · Aug 8, 2018

Tagge Survey Site
Objective: Acquire Mission
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="Alm"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Castiel Moncrief"]| [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Rhun Trask"]

When the large woman had scolded it T-3 returned the blaster back into its in-built holster, not quite understanding the intention. Anyone inside of the warehouse was already unaware of their existence, and walking up behind them and placing several blaster bolts into them would have achieved the mission just as easily as anything else. It figured then that perhaps the organic was a bit squeamish, or something of the sort anyway. That or perhaps she was uncertain about their foe.

Did she not know the mission?

The idea brought a great amount of concern to T-3. The droid itself did not know it's mission, did not know any missions anymore, and this Amazonian was supposed to guide it. Had the droid the capability to frown it would have in that moment, but instead it dutifully followed after Alm. It's movements again were not particularly stealthy in nature, though the way it climbed the side of the building was surprisingly agile and quick.

They stepped onto the roof a second later, and almost immediately the droids sensors pinged it.

T-3 came to a complete stop, it's hand shooting up in a motion to stop the large woman. Unfortunately the organic did not look back at it, and since it's verbal processors were damaged T-3 could not relay what it knew was about to happen. The roof creaked, and then the organic went tumbling through the twisted and broken splintered wood, T-3 following close behind her.

A second later it struck on the ground, metal framing emitting a loud thunk as the droid landed on his feet.

Mishel Kryze · Aug 8, 2018

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsyxouMfSNY[/media]

Jedi Padawan Mishel now leads the Elite Strikeforce team through the palace's halls. Following a trail of destruction left behind by the First Order's Colonel Rolf Amsel
the padawan and her team make quick work of anything that had been left. Magnaguards on either side of the strikeforce as they move through the halls. The sounds
of death and destruction are quick to lead them to where they need to be. All the while another of the First Order has cornered Coalition Judge Dax Fyre sending a grenade his way.
The Elite Strikeforce now stands behind the Colonel and his team consisting of fellow First Order stormtroopers and their elite forces.

"Got it," Mishel responded and took comfort in the thought that her Master would not have given her this position if he did not trust her. The Padawan led the team inside of the palace and it didn't take long for her to spy the trail of corpses. "This way!" She shouted over the cacophony of death as blaster fire met with lightsabers and the hum of the Jedi's weapons sliced through remaining stormtroopers who had been left behind. Whoever had come this way had no qualms in the myraid of death they brought with them, all about the dead blue bodies of the Squibs their entrails laid smattered along the ground. "Definitely First Order."

Any nation who had no qualms stoning their own to death on live broadcast, had no issue with leaving behind a disingenious trail of destruction. On her left, Coren, on her right Romi and behind her Shia. Flanked on either side were Darth Metus and his apprentice, the mixed unit had little issue getting through the haphazard trail. If it was not Mishel pushing out first, it would be the heavy hand of her master or that of the Sith Lord himself. ".... that's new." She said of one of Darth Metus's powers, "then again, you're like an actual Sith and not the diet Sith that I was taught to be so long ago, HEADS UP!"

Blaster fire swept forward and Mishel threw down a barrier between them. The group came to a crossroads which left Mishel looking about for a moment, "right... which-"

"That way," she gestured toward the sound of grenades going off. "Alright kids, hold onto your knickers this is gonna get bumpy!"

Leap over debris and more squib bodies, as the sounds drew louder and closer. "You did say we're getting Fyre first yeah?" Mishel looked over for a split second to Coren before returning her attention forward. Her own holomap began to beep a little louder, they were getting closer and as they approached they could see their opponents now. Glop grenade in hand setting it off for the man's position. "There!" She shouted, as the team drew now to engage the First Order group. "Hey guys, don't tell me you were gonna get the party started without us."

Mishel's group had come in following the path of the First Order group disengaging and engaging all they had to in quick time. Just as the padawan had issued her words the sound of the Confederacy's Magnaguards weren't far behind. "Oh and uh we brought friends, hope that's cool."

With the pace of the fight and the sense of urgency to reach the Coalition Judge, it may have happened that the Strikeforce missed some of their opponents. Or even cut them off, but with no way of knowing where everyone - friend or foe may lie. The mixed team of Jedi, Sith and Mandalorian with the aid of Magnaguards arrived to their first objective, Coalition Judge Dax Fyre.

Rekha Kaarde · Aug 8, 2018

grenades or two, nets. feathers, etc etc
Ship: YT Freighter, built for speed minimal weapons.

This wasn't working and why should it the message was for peace and it was hard to see peace when everything around you was firing at you and killing all those with you.

Rekha reached up closed the box and tossed it back to the mess in the galley. "There's got to be a better way..." She then saw it in the distance something with tentacles and for a change she felt afraid. What the feth? She changed the trajectory of her ship all while staring.

She felt she didn't know what she felt. While some of the purgills had made it to the mating grounds others were dead or dying. What a cacophony of sounds filtered through the ship. The excitement and tensions of love, and the wailing of the death songs. She really wanted her fighter right now she wanted to blast them all into next week.

There was a cloud gathering on the outer edge where the mating purgills completed their......acts of conceptus....gross that's all Rekha kept thinking, really gross.

She looked at the ships..and thought about what she had on board.

Course now she knew that they could just blow her out of the sky and she'd be nothing but a memory.

A plan was formulating though..she saw a purgill trying to limp away from the battle she didn't know if it would make it. She had an idea poushing the Midnight Star foward she headed towards her target, the purgill.

Now she had to dodge the debrie, this wouldn't be easy. Some of the debrie was spinning it should just bounce off the shields but she knew there were mines out there, and explosives from the battle. She called R3 forward, "Hey shortie see if you can keep us from getting blown up" R3 attempted to run scanners...he whistled but too late. Rekha's ship rocked, "feth..."

Determined, she was determined to get the ones she could out...then she felt something else...was someone firing on her rear shield?? She wanted to roll the ship and look but...feth no..not with who knew what out there rumbling, tumbling waiting to latch on.

All this to save whales, she would need to have her head examined when she got back. "Next time Coren bats his eyes at me R3, electrocute him."

Robogeber · Aug 8, 2018

The situation had not developed to the First Order's favour. Which was an understatement. Carlyle watched the unfurling chaos with a tight look. His facial features stoic as the battle developed. Now, the First Order fleet began to close on the enemy, and was nestled between Therapy Command, splitting the fleet in two as it did so. "Have all commands followed us?" The Grand Admiral tersely inquired. His voice was tired, displaying hinted flecks of the anxiety which plagued his automation. There was some optimism now though, as any debris lobbed towards his fleet, was now set on a direct collision course.

"All commands but Von Strauss' sir." The Signals Officer replied, as the Pellaeon continued to absorb enemy fire. Rausgeber arched an eyebrow, as the Signals Officer dutifully continued. "Captain Von Strauss is securing our flank positions sir. He says he's too entangled with the enemy to assist.." Carlyle simmered a little, but allowed the Captain the benefit of the doubt. Hopefully that would be one more enemy formation out of commission. But still, things were dire. Purgills still circled and now it seemed an entire battlegroup concentrated their fire upon him. The vessel Pellaeon took one helluva beating. Its shields struggling to keep up under the strain. The entire bridge creaked, and ached as the last of the purgill pod attempted to tear it off.

"Contacts on our flank!" The Sensor Officer barked, "Ramships incoming!" Ramships?! It appeared the enemy must have held reserves of some sort. This was apparently not all of them. But why now? They had the First Order on the ropes. They had him right where they wanted him. Why continue to expend reinforcements?
"Brace for impact!" Captain Brosse screamed. The crew held unto their consoles, and officers, to their stations as they readied themselves for impact. The impact felt was visceral. The Pellaeon shook. Rausgebers automaton body, was knocked forwards, its repulsorlift generator, unable to compensate for the sudden manoeuvre. With the initial shock over, the two stormtroopers on the bridge ran forth, and picked the droid up. The effect was immediate. The faceplant unto the the deck. His 'face', if you could call it that, was shattered. The projector didn't stop displaying his face, meaning upon the glass, the blue light and features of Carlyle Rausgebers face shone across from him, and gave the bridge an ethereal glow.

"Reverse thrust!" Rausgeber bellowed as he was picked up. His voice now no longer shielded from the vicious rage which flowed through his computing circuitry. "And give me a status report, now!" The droid thundered. His voice modulator crackled, as it too was damaged by the cascade of broken glass into the internal machinary. Now his voice was a harsh, artificial rasp. The two stormtroopers who helped the droid to his feet were then shaken off, as the Grand Admiral restablised itself. "I want a report, now!"

Engineers scrambled now to transcribe reports. "Sir!" The Chief Engineering Officer began, "We have no reported damage. All hostile vessels impacted on armoured sectors of the stern!" The officer continued. Finally, some good news. But again, it would not do for Rausgeber. He could fortell this was apart of some grander scheme.

"Reverse thrust, and compensate for their engine speed." He demanded to his Helmsman, "I am in command here!" Such a bold faced lie, with death creeping upon them. He was not in control. He was nowhere near in charge, and this, this was the desperate reasoning of a madman. And perhaps that is what his crew anticipated at this point. But for now, any orders from the veteran commander were a welcome distraction from the adversity being faced.

The battle continued to swirl around the Pellaeon as it now pressed further into Therapy Command, its escorts darted in and around the vessel, denying its fighters and corvettes any fighting chance at disabling the besieged vessel. The Imperator's strength and will continued to guide his men, even unto this most desperate of battles. It looked to be this time, Skor would be the end. However, almost in spite of the odds, the crew of the Pellaeon stoically continued to march into the unknown. An unbroken, solemn vow to bring an end to enough of this scum. "Grand Admiral, transmission from the Concordia!" The Signals Officer reported. Rausgeber buoyed a little at the news. Hopefully it would be good. But the confusion upon the face of the junior officer "But, but it's lights sir, I have no way of understanding it, it's just a blinking light."

Carlyle pondered it. What did it mean? What was it meant to- "It's a beacon!" The Gunner Chief snapped, "A Dosuun Beacon! From the Ssi-Ruuk occupation!" So that's what it was. "It's a signal, they're gonna want us to repeat it!" The Concordia wanted the beacons to be lit. It was of course the Grand Moff's ship. She was the mother of their nation. If that was the order, then the Pelleaon would obey.

"Light the beacons, repeat the message and sequencing." The Imperator barked. He would trust in the Grand Moff, just as she had trusted in Dosuun, they would trust in her. But he knew deep down, only a miracle would save the offensive now. Even now, as Carlyle watched new contacts enter the system, he felt a new sense of vigour. Fortan would save them.

Wouldn't she?

IMPERATOR COMMAND

Name: FIV Pellaeon
Ship: Admonitor-Class Super Star Destroyer [X]
Shields: 52%
Hull: 73%
Hangar: 5 Squadrons of TIE/SF III [X]| 5 Squads TIE Scimitar [X]
Firing At: ANS Excubitor

Name: FIV Rapier
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate [X]
Shields: 93%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Gladius
Ship: Sabre-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Needler Fighters

Name: FIV Blade
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar:None
Firing At: Screening Needler Fighters

Name: FIV Icepick
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Fighters

Name: FIV Falchion
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 42%
Hull: 81%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Fighters

Name: FIV Cutlass
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 52%
Hull: 93%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Scimitar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dancer

Name: FIV Seer
Ship: Nightgaunt Corvette [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Chaser
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette [X]
Shields: 93%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Interceptor
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 82%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Artemis
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Ullr
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-1

APEX COMMAND

Name: FIV Apex
Ship: Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer [X]
Shields: 62%
Hull: 94%
Hangar: 3 Squadrons TIE Heavy Interceptors [X] | 5 Squadrons of TIE Defenders [X] | 2 Squadrons TIE Scimitars [X]
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Duellist
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Needler Fighters

Name: FIV Fence
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: %~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Harrier
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Needler Fighters

Name: FIV Paladin
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Jaguar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Cupid

Name: FIV Graceful
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 53%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Fighters

Name: FIV Stolz
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 72%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Claymore
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening All Fighters

Name: FIV Exactor
Ship: Assimilator-Class Interdictor [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 2 TIE/SF Squadrons [X]
Firing At: ANS Excubitor | Gravity Wells Active

Name: FIV Lion
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Stalker
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 72%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-3

Name: FIV Wolf
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 63%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-2

Name: FIV Creeper
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Alabaster

ENDEAVOUR COMMAND

Name: FIV Endeavour
Ship: Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 81%
Hull: 92%
Hangar: 2 Squadrons TIE IV Interceptors | 5 Squadrons of TIE Defenders| 3 Squadrons TIE Scimitair
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Bombard
Ship: Brawl-Class Missile Frigate [X]
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing at: ANS Excubitor

Name: FIV Goblin
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 82%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Raider
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Caesar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 93%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill King

Name: FIV Pursuit
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Dancer

Name: FIV Battleaxe
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Fighters and Bombers

Name: FIV Lance
Ship: Sabre-Class Frigate
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

Name: FIV Ranger
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 92%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Purgill Supreme

Name: FIV Courier
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 23%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-3

Name: FIV Dragon
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: %~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-2

CENTURION COMMAND

Name: FIV Centurion
Ship: Imperial-X II Class Destroyer [X]
Shields: 72%
Hull: 87%
Hangar: 4 Squadrons of TIE IN IV [X] | 1x TIE Scimitar Bomber Squads.
Firing At: ANS Excubitor

Name: FIV Legate
Ship: Vanguard-Class Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: 3x Ithqua Squadrons [X] | 4x TIE Crown Squadrons | 3x TIE Reign Bomber Squadrons
Firing At: Screening Bombers

Name: FIV Needle
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Bombers

Name: FIV Hussar
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Bombers

Name: FIV Prowler
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: Screening Bombers

Name: FIV Legacy
Ship: Blitz-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Rudolph

Name: FIV Ulysses
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-2

Name: FIV Marauder
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Hangar: None
Firing At: K-1

Name: FIV Dragoon
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

Name: FIV Phyrric
Ship: Uhlan-Class Corvette
~~Shields: 100%~~
~~Hull: 100%~~
Hangar: None
Firing At: Donner

HELIX GROUP

[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hera[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Predator[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At ANS Excubitor [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Pridwen[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class : [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At Mandalorian Ramships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ancile[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At Mandalorian Ramships [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Gungnir[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at ANS Refuelling Technician[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vajra[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |Firing At ANS Damage Controller[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vorpal[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nothung[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cortana[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dainsleif[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hrunting[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at ANS Excubitor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Skofnung[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at ANS Excubitor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chrysaor[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At ANS Excubitor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Jokulsnaut[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at ANS Excubitor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Morallta[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Orna[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nagelring[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Adylok[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |Screening Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Leo[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Lyra[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | K-3[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cygnus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | K-3[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ursa[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | K-4[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Corvus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | K-4[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cepheus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Auriga[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At Mando Ramships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Aquila[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing At Mando Ramships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Pegasus 1-4 | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening Fighters[/SIZE]

All fighters engaging enemy fighters from Therapy Command and Bombers from the Mandalorians.

All bombers are performing runs on the ANS Excubitor.

Dax Perl · Aug 8, 2018

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"] | [member="Kimiko"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Keira Verd"] | [member="Vestille Thumahra"] | [member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Objective: ~~Protect the King Squib, Organize defenses around the city and the palace, Engage FO Deathtroopers,~~ Uh...help?
Gear: U-1MDR "Shacklebolt" Rifle | Assassin Pistol | Orange Bladed Lightsaber | Darth Moreth's Lightsaber | Jedi's Second Skin

A brief burst of red colored mist burst out of one of the Deathtrooper's legs. Dax had struck something at least. But the trooper was still moving, and he turned to throw something.

"Grenade!"

Well, this was it for him. Dax still couldn't walk, let alone run from the grenade. A silent prayer flashed through his mind. That his life, and all those of the Squib and ORCs that died here today wouldn't be in vain. That Halzyn would continue to be the leader he knew he could be, had proven to be. But above all, that his wife and children would live long and happy lives. That they could forgive his absence from their lives. That they'd never see war like he had, and that [member="Kimiko"] would find the love and happiness he knew she deserved.

The grenade flew through air as if in slow motion. The quiet metallic clacking as it struck the wall, then the floor. The click of the detonator going off. Dax closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable flash of light that would end his life.

SPLAT!

"What the...glop?!" The viscous adhesive clung to every part of Dax, the only thing left exposed being his head. The Rogue let out a sigh of relief that quickly turned to frustration as he struggled to free himself from the annoying substance. "Fething!...Motherkarking..."

A sudden shouting drew Dax's attention. It was slightly distant at first, the echoing distorting it further. A few more moments passed and Dax could clearly hear what was being said as a group of what was thankfully allied forces appeared around the corner.

"Coren...uh, I don't know the rest of you but hello there....you guys mind giving me a hand real quick?"

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

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The World Eater

No. 1

Elena Lowe

Guest

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Time Thief

So fluffy, you'll die

Moonage Daydream

Mazik Stazi

Guest

The Jedi Iroh

Armored Wookiee

Blind Brawler

Mother of Pearl

One Tof Gal

T-3

Guest

Mishel Kryze

Guest

Ms. Sarcasm

Prefsbelt Commander

The Reaper of Won Shasot

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