Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: Caf (TSE, incoming [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"] )
Enemies: Whoever is upsetting the Progenitors (Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"])
In Scene: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

Doctor Vain Jar'He was a... strange presence.

It reminded him of something, but Jairus couldn't put a finger on it and they kept getting into situations where it was rather impossible to make up his mind about it. First rebels attacking the system he was in, now... whoever these people were attacking the processing plant he was in. If Jai didn't know any better than he'd be convinced they were following him everywhere, rather than the larger Empire. Sadly his hubris didn't reach quite that far these days.

"You're big. You'll do."

"....thank you?"

"Can you pilot a personal sub?"

"Well. I have been known to take control of subs, yes." Jairus responded dryly and with a very careful neutral expression. He wasn't entirely sure where this was going, but the Sith Lord decided that he was interested to a certain point and wouldn't mind finding out where it ended. He followed along, only briefly stopping near the consoles that relayed the progression made by Elpsis and her band. The screen was buzzed with static in steady intervals, but every now and then it cleared up.

One thing was clear.

Elpsis was hella cute, if only he was a few decades younger.

"Yeah, I am coming-" He noted the hand and then the following statement by her. Head tilted as they stepped on through, marching through the corridor with some hurry behind it. He had to moderate his steps, because of how short her legs were compared to his, it... reminded him of- "Oh, I mean, I don't mind you taking control if you think you are up to the task."

 

[Cenric Marus]

Objective: Take the Refinery Complex

Location: Kolto Processing Plant - Entrance
Allies: Strike Team One | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Jantar Keltainen"]


Cenric moved closely behing Cedric, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his lightsaber. Nerves were fraying in the back of his skull, he could feel goosebumps slowly crawling over his skin, and for some reason he felt more than a little sick to his stomach. In the distance he could hear the whine of turbolasers and anti-air fire, explosions rocked the ground every few seconds. There was an echo to it all, not only as if he were hearing it, but as though the force was screaming out every time a life winked from existence.

It was horrendous.

The Padawan crept into the facility, his lightsaber still deactivated as Cedcric and the others went through the large doorway. His lips thinned as he saw inside. There were half a dozen hallways, each going their own separate way, each leading to what he assumed would be another part of the facility. He frowned slightly, stepping forward and carefully wandering towards the left. He parted himself slightly from Cedric and the others, wondering at the quiet.

Slowly Cenric jogged over towards one of the hallways, reading one of the signs and shouting out towards his master. "I think it's this way to the secu-"

The Padawan found himself cut off as suddenly a blast door slammed down just behind him. The heavy durasteel feel with a thunderous clap and then suddenly two ray shields appeared on either half of the doorway. A curse echoed from Cenric as he hopped back, his lightsaber igniting in an instant as he prepared to be shot at or bisected by some sort of defense system. After a moment he frowned, his lightsaber gently nudging against the ray shield as he tested it's strength.

The blade bounced back gently, no real force behind it. He frowned for a moment, then gently pressed the communicator in his ear.

"Looks like I'm not getting through this door." The Padawan said quietly through the comm. "I'll find a way around, meet up with you deeper into the facility."

He doubted that Cedric would like that very much, the whole plan had been for them to stick together, but wasting time trying to get through this door would put everything else in jeopardy. Cedric had trained him well enough to survive on his own, at least he hoped so.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Saaraishash HQ, Dubrillon :: Transitioning to Refinery Complex​

Allies: [member="Leliana"] | [member="Ardeth Zun"] | [member="Khaji Ri'Had"] | [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]​

Enemies: Rebels​

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Learn and adapt.

Whilst the planet of Dubrillon was under attack and defenses and offensives were being planned by both sides, the Captain of the 105th simply stood and observed the various sources of intel that were flooding into the room where only he, Ardeth and their Nezumi supervisor remained. Whilst stoic in his appearance, once Vestille knew that it was rebels that were the ones flying the flags of the opposition, what could have been a small fire turned into a blazing inferno; remnants of Galactic Empire doctrine rising to the surface and take hold like claws of a predator against a helpless prey. Whilst the man never broke his silence or his ever calm, neutral physical appearance, the sheer venom and seething rage leaked from the otherwise statuesque figure that kept his eyes and ears observant to the information being relayed through both that room and his personal communicator. Chatter across the planet seemed to suggest that the Sith Legion were getting into position as soon as the alerts went live. It wasn't long until combat reports started coming in before static filled his ear; they were jamming communications and no doubt trying to make organization and cohesion between Sith units difficult.

At least these rebels knew what they were doing; a worthy fight.

Yet the Captain still stood there, watching, waiting. Behind that helmet was a man drawing his personal battlefield, his own objectives and his own targets. Whilst it seemed that most had chosen their area of operations, it was no doubt that there needed to be an even spread of Saaraishash agents at both the Kolto Plant and other vital Refineries within the complex itself. Whilst it seemed that the Kolto plant already had its guardians, the complex was a big place, plenty of tunnels for rats to run down. Fortunately for Vestille, he was used to dealing with rats and burning out their holes one by one until they had nowhere left to hide. It didn't take him long to collect up his kit fully before giving Hirou, the Nezumi superior stood atop the table, a curt nod. Pulse Rifle in hand, the Captain made it very clear as he stepped up to the table and pressed a hand down onto the holographic image of the complex, making a circular motion around the compound before finally making a second one in the belly of the beast itself;

"I'll go to the refinery, perform a sweep of the perimeter with any Legion forces on standby before moving in and doing an internal sweep. We'll set up defenses of areas vital to operations and will hold until relieved. Should we require reinforcements, we'll use flares provided communications aren't restored swiftly."

A plan it was and a plan he would carry out to the very letter. A sharp turn was all he needed to make his exit and make his way to suitable transportation to the complex. It would be there that the subtle hand of a Saaraishash agent would be warped and shaped into hands of a zealous killing machine, a beast that spoke with ghosts. What would have been a day or two of thorough and intrusion to sniff out rebels and traitors to the Sith Empire was now replaced with nothing more than a call to arms and the smell of death on the horizon. As the Captain reached topside, gathered several squads of men and boarded whatever transports that could be spared at the time of conflict, the Captain of the 105th came back into his element once again.

Once more into the fire.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Dubrillion, Saaraishash HQ

Allies: TSE [member="Leliana"] [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="tabigarashu madara"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Rebels

Khaji nodded and made for the door, his left paw slipping a burner comm out of a pouch pocket and powering it on.

"Cheeky blighters!" The little creature exclaimed, tail flicking and fur rippling. Something in system was jamming communications. "Beaten at our own game! Hopefully the Emperor sent along the message to Yavin IV, last I knew that was where Lord Fa was. If only he was at Bastion." Real chagrin in that tiny voice.

Khaji's left ear swiveled towards Hirou, as the big cat paused. He slipped the burner comm to his tail, the prehensile length merely holding it as it didn't have digits to manipulate the device.

"The Emperrorr rrespond to an invasion of Imperrial space without wanting to pull in overrwhelming odds?" Khaji turned and regarded his minute leader. "I would bet many prrofits that this isn't so." Khaji paused again, bringing his left paw up to scratch his ear, then take the burner comm from his tail, power it off, and pocket it again. "I will need to find my contacts the old fashioned way, then. With the rrebels striking, they may attempt to act as well. I will see how best I can currb theirr efforrts."

He turned again, making for the exit and his airspeeder. His mind already turning over possible interactions with his contacts. His first priority was to aid the Empire, so if he had to burn his contact, he'd do it. However, he hoped there were better ways to ensure a rebel loss and maintain his connections.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Underwater Saaraishash HQ -> Kolto Processing Plant
Objective: Reach the Processing Plant
Allies: [member="Djorn Bline"] | Approaching - [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | TSE
Enemies: Eventually - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | TRA
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber | Daggers | Hidden Blade | Assassin Armour

"We can take one of the submarines that are docked here."

It was one of the few Saaraishash bases that were located underwater. Their presence was everywhere across the Sith Empire, hidden away on every planet. With Dubrillion's vast oceans, it had only seemed smart to conceal the locale headquarters beneath the depths.

More importantly however, it meant they had a somewhat direct line to reach the submerged Kolto Plant.

"Understood, High Inquisitor." She gave Hirou a brief nod, before looking over to an unmoving small mass across the room. "S-Nine!" The Seeker Droid sprung out of its idle stance, immediately floating over to its master.

"Link up with the communication hub here, get a message to the Processing Plant and inform them that myself and Inquisitor Djorn Bline will be arriving to assist them." Red optics shifted, and a series of affirmative beeps followed. "Excellent, be sure to get to the Vehicle Bay the moment you're finished, I'm going to need you on this mission."

With that, Leliana led the way as she and Djorn kicked into a hasty pace through the base. The hallways were hectic now, with various personnel rushing about as things were moving into place. Someone was attacking them, striking at various crucial points around Dubrillion. The Saaraishash had suspected something was up with the recent Rebel attacks, but Leliana didn't think they were expecting an outright assault.

As the duo finally reached the doors to the Vehicle Bay, the assassin's commlink buzzed to life. The slight scowl that immediately followed was not a good sign. "Damn it, alright S-Nine make your way to us now." She looked over at Djorn as they moved pass the threshold and entered the Bay. "Someone on the enemy's side is jamming communications, we were only able to get a partial message through before it was cut off."

Leliana commandeered one of the submarines, a number of which were currently being boarded by other small crews. It looked as though they weren't going to be alone on their journey towards the Processing Plant.

"Bline, do you know how to pilot one of these?"

 

[Comet]

OBJECTIVE: Throw himself at the enemy
LOCATION: Dubrillion
ALLIES:​ The Sith Empire
ENEMIES: The Rebel Alliance

"Move, move, move!" Comet's voice echoed within the helmet that concealed his worn features and scarred face. Almost snarling from beneath it as he waved in the direction of the gunships with each word that escaped his lips. A sea of soldiers rapidly rushed forth, clambering inside as they checked their gear not once, not twice, but three times. A final step up, and he stood among them near the helm. His Blaster rest within his grip as the thrumming of the engines began to take a hold. An all too familiar sound that continued to thrust adrenaline into his system, into his core. No matter where he looked, he saw the emotionless gaze of a helmet and it's visor. It seemed that Stormtroopers, regardless of the Empire, tended to have one trait in common. None felt fear; only glory to their Empire.

The Gunships were contested against heavily, and the increased alerts that more and more gunships had been vaporised before they reached the atmosphere came through on Comet's wrist mounted commlink. He scowled beneath his helmet, his eyes shifting beneath his helmet as he helplessly stood, staring out at the men who faced him. He could, at the very least, consider himself lucky.

In time, the swarm was to reach the surface of Dubrillion.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls
Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex - Whichever one the plot demands
Allies: [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Elani Zambrano"], [member="Comet"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Aten Ramses"], [member="Ras Val'kor"]
Gear: Below Signature

Carnifex watched the interwoven explosions of flak and crisscrossing streaks of particle energy fill the transparisteel viewport in front of him, the internal stabilizers keeping the Crestfallen's interior relatively stable even when flak raked the shuttle's powerful shields. TIE fighters and other escort craft loomed on the periphery, some of them exploding in brilliant displays of color and shrapnel as enemy fire scored an accurate hit. Their lives were ultimately inconsequential so long as the Emperor's shuttle made landfall on the planet below, and they willingly gave their lives to ensure such a thing.

The Crestfallen plunged down through the planet's atmosphere, fire licking the corners of the viewport before dimming as they pierced the cloud cover above the endless ocean and its accompanying archipelagos. One of the Sith-Imperial Refinery Stations loomed ahead of them, already under siege by the villainous rebel forces.

"Bring us in close, I sense a disturbance in the Force..."

"As you wish, my lo- Incoming missile!"

The Crestfallen's shield shuddered as a quartet of ionic energy blasts washed over them, weakening them just long enough for a volley of proton torpedoes to burst just over the center fuselage. One of the Crestfallen's wings was shorn off from the explosion, and engine power was dropping rapidly as the two pilots struggle to maintain altitude as the Emperor's shuttle sung morosely through the air before slamming into one of the narrow strips of beach adjacent to the refinery complex, skipping along before finally coming to a conclusive stop amidst a sandbank. The impact of the crash had outright killed the two pilots, but due to the quick thinking of the Emperor he and the rest of the shuttle's occupants were shielded by a barrier of Force energy.

A single red blade jutted out from the cockpit, slicing open a hole large enough for the gargantuan Epicanthix Emperor to haul himself out of. Others would soon join him, a small group of Sith Lords and Ladies assembling on the beach they had crashed upon. The refinery was not far from their position, and after a short discussion of tactics, they all began to make their approach with the Emperor leading the charge as he pushed himself to inhuman speeds across the shallow inlets and sandy beaches before propelling himself into the air to land deftly on one of the metal decks overlooking the ocean view.

"Fan out through the facility, and bring a cruel end to these rebel scum. I will not suffer their insult for much longer."

 

[Romi Jade]

DUBRILLION​

Refinery Complex​

WITH: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Coren Starchaser'] [member="Ras Val'kor] [member="Aten Ramses"]​

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OBJECTIVE: Take Refinery Complex​

ENEMIES: Eventually: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] & [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

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She dug her right foot into the sand, and with her left she kicked a wave of it up and into a troopers visor. She swung from her shoulder

and down to her waist with her lightsaber, slicing through the barrel of her second adversary. Soon she was was pivoting off her right food to spin backwards and around before the side of her calf met his head. Following through, she brought her weapon back around and traced a trail of magma across the first troopers chest.

When her movements stopped, she was right where she started. Glancing over at Cedric who was just to her left and some feet over, she turned her attention to Aten who arrived just to her right. "You alright?" she placed a hand on his shoulder, "Stay close." she urged before joining the others in storming the entrance.

She increased the length of her stride; sand was hard to sprint in, so she opted to cover as much ground as she could with each step. Her line had been pretty much cleared, with her destination open for approach; she could see the others regrouping. However, a lone trooper ferried his way into her path.

She was not stopping.

Her last stride was enough that she used the momentum to propel herself into the air, bringing her legs forward and her back down, she caught his neck with both sides of her legs. Contracting her muscles, she swung her upper body while leveraging on his imbalance. She threw him down, with his head slamming into the ground first. She landed in a crouched position just next to him. Popping up, she regrouped with the other rebels.

She looked over her shoulder for Coren, but then proceeded when the door fell to the ground.

She squeezed her way through the group. Most of them were larger than her anyway, but she wanted to provide cover. Opposite of Cedric, it didn't take her more than a half second to ignite her lightsaber. She whipped the weapon up high and then low in an effort to support the others filing in.

Ignoring her own inner struggle.

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Objective: Stop the rebels taking the Refinery Complex
Location: Kolto Processing Plant – Side Entrance
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Cenric Marus"]

Jantar’s shuttle touched down. Already there was anti-aircraft fire – and Jantar wondered how the systems differentiated between friend and foe given the skies were like Coruscant at rush hour.

As she’d promised herself, she queued up to exit the ship, and the moment the doors opened and the ramp was lowered, she was snaking her way through the line. Once her feet touched the ground, she raised her hood and made a sharp left. No doubt Acolytes would be paired off with someone more experienced – or at very least another inexperienced Sith.

Of course, experience was a relative term. She’d seen plenty of action – and undertaken enough missions to consider herself a veteran (but then she’d always had a high opinion of herself). But against someone else wielding a saber? Then her resumé looked a little light. Twice, if truth be told, twice she’d faced a Force sensitive opponent – one in a tournament and the other when defending a Sith planet.

Statistically, she only had one more loss than victory. That sounded entirely positive. And she’d survived 100% of her duels. That must count for something. And her draw was a solid performance – even though she didn’t activate her saber, or technically even use the Force.

But she was here. She was alive. And she did not rate her chances of improving her record significantly. It was not that she was a pessimist – but rather she was a realist. Her strengths lay in the realms of dark-sided magic. The nightsisters had trained her in all they knew and she’d studied much of what Freedon Nadd had to share on the subject. Plus she’d accessed each and every piece of information from any available source along the way.

So why the healthy dose of pessimism? It was, in reality, pragmatism. She was solid with a blade – certainly for her level – and OK with Force abilities. And she was reasonably skilled at unarmed combat. So where was the but? For there certainly had to be one.

But…it was one thing to perform magic in a training room. Or even in a non-pressure situation, where victims weren’t expecting it – and where someone wasn’t trying to hack your leg off with a saber of their own. Her strengths were impressive – but stacked against their weaknesses? Once it got up close and personal, she knew that aspect of her training would be under scrutiny.

As she slipped into a side entrance to the plant – using override codes she’d been forced to memorise – she wondered what the kark she was doing here.

Except she wondered it out loud.

Under her breath, but still audible.

And 27 times…to be precise.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Reinforce the Refinery," Alkor called across the comms, "keep the Jedi from breaking through." The Stormtroopers continued to lay down suppressing fire at the beachhead, but the flank broke away and headed for the facility to assist with pushing the Rebels back. Alkor stalked toward the Jedi through a wall of desperate allies, all browbeaten by an inability to simply gun down their adversary.

It was not an easy thing, he recalled, to stand against someone with otherworldly might. Jedi and Sith called upon mysterious powers to perform feats that the unblessed simply could not comprehend. There was an awe in the sight of one, and a terror that gripped the heart like a shadowy hand.

That was why the myriad militaries conditioned their soldiers not to respond to fear. They knew it was an eventuality. At some point, their forces would face one of these avatars of mystic power, and it was almost assured they would not live to tell the tale.

For Alkor, it was a lackluster sentiment. He had tasted that power himself, and it had turned sour. People became drunk off of it, indulged on it, and became fat and bloated. Their spirits- their very souls were stagnant.

He did not fear this allegory for power.

They collectively saw the T-visor as their armored ally pushed through the frontline, sword drawn. Stormtroopers who had panicked drew breath again, and several who were stricken dumb regained their senses. What could the buckethead do differently?

Mandalorians inspired a different feeling, in both allies and enemies.

He gained some speed as he was allowed longer strides, albeit still weighted down by the sand. The liquid nitrogen hissed again as it coated the blade, and the energy field permeated with a gentle hum.

There was nothing but the two, now. Alkor brought his blade around in an arc as he closed the gap, witnessed by both Rebel and Imperial forces. The edge flickered toward [member="Wyatt Morga"] from what would be his right, an open invitation to defend or counter as he saw fit.

"You heard him," one of the Stormtroopers who snapped out of his stupor called to the others, "move to reinforce the Refinery! Do not let the Jedi have a single drop of our Kolto!"

With a rally cry, they began to surge toward the facility.

 

[Ari Vox]

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[SIZE=11pt]DOG Unithttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130783-deniable-operations-group-dog/ - Viking - Team 01 - 5 Operators[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Insertion into the Area of Operations (Kolto Growth and Processing Plant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt])

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[SIZE=11pt]Allies: Rebels - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"], [member="Noah Corek"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: TSE - [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"], [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"], [member="Jairus Starvald"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the door slid open with an audible hiss, Elpsis stepped out from the stack and slid past the rest of the team, Ari especially looking at first unimpressed and then mildly amused. Cheeky girl; it shouldn’t have come as any sort of surprise. Behind the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]force[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] user came first the Mandalorian and then their resident splicer, both of their weapons up as they cleared the four corners of the unknown and proceeded into the facility proper. The rest of the dogs, fanning in behind them, made short work of the entrance that clicked shut once more as the slicer took up position at the next set of blast doors, his programs ready to pop the entrance at Ari’s command, water venting out through the ports of the room they now stood so the facility wouldn’t flood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No doubt there were security forces on the other side. Ari signalled to open the door.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With a rush of force the tide of remnant ocean water surged into the opening hallway door sweeping out the feet of more than half a dozen Quarren irregulars and carrying them several feet down the hallway as Ari seemed to chase the current, her [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]grav boot’s magno-grip soles latching onto the flooring and allowing her an unprecedented amount of mobility and control in the rushing tide of water. With her Jackal raised to the threats before her, the Mando was on top of the Quarrens before they’d even realized what had happened, and with their weapons scattered in the chaos of the attack[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] there was no ability for them to fight back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She struck the weapons with kicks as she made her way through their short ranks, knocking the devices away from all of their hands and posting up as security at the far end of their numbers, the water now rushing down the hall and peeling around corners and into rooms. The DOGs took the time to neutralize the Quarren with their Tir Stunners, the support gunner with his Hellfire machine gun coming up to kneel beside his boss and keep his weapon trained for hostiles approaching.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The weapons were being collected and dismantled as they knelt there and four tiny [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]disk shaped objects rose up from Ari’s armour, taking flight with absolute silence as they made their way forward down the hall and transmitted data to their controller’s heads-up-display. The first intersection of halls showed no immediate threats, the white walled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] hallways simply ghostly red in the brilliant wash of the emergency lighting, and Ari checked her time without moving her eyes, reading that they were almost precisely on time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Good to go [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]boss[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt],” Came a soft voice behind her, the DOGs team leader and their recce having moved up to train their guns down the hallway as well, while the remaining two members kept their weapon up and pointed to their rear. Scattered across the hallway were the Quarren, their silent but breathing forms settled in recovery positions and their weapon parts laying mangled and irreparable around them. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Meanwhile[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as the special forces deployed and struck the facility, their efforts going nearly unnoticed by the rest of the invasion that had taken over the planet, the wolfpack[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] they had deployed from tracked the minutes as they ticked by and silently prepared for their own part in the attack. Two hundred regular soldiers with their gear and support equipment had been loaded onto dozens of small open hatch crafts that would carry them from the submarines and into the door that the DOG had taken over, the preparations made well before their arrival planetside. So too had more than a dozen UWU operatives and nervous anticipation gripped the men and women of the units, the ones who sat now totally silent at their stations aboard their various submarines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With their silence the top priority, and the time coming upon them to act in the battle, the captains of the ships ordered the controlled release of their ballasts and sent their boats rising slowly to the surface as the DOG breached the facility and began to neutralize the Quarren irregulars inside. Had there been [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]anyway for eyes to penetrate the darkness of the ocean floor they’d have seen the massive forms as they lifted from the total darkness beneath the shelf and came just high enough for their main weapons to fire beyond the ancient rock formations that lay no more than three hundred metres away. Passive sonars began to pick up inbound reinforcements, small transport subs that had no business being seen in action with the various classes of attack subs that would soon strike at their numbers, and an encrypted message came in over the D-Tek from Viking 1-1, it’s contents quickly passed along to the waiting Rebel team leaders aboard the ships. Plots were chartered by the targeting systems aboard the vessels for the dozens of weapons that they would unleash once their clocks struck the appropriate time, turboblaster[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] turrets and inbound/outbound submarines were the main targets of the twelve aft flex tubes for the two Varindar and the Ceraluen-class submarines, while the Maladons, their forms on the farthest flanks and at the rear of the pack would act as screens for the main complement, eyes trained on unseen hostiles entering the AO or airborne units descending down upon them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Mere seconds were all it took for the targets to be plotted and the tubes to be flooded, and the time drew almost to a close. 3...2...1...[/SIZE]

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Storming the beaches, held up by a demon...


Objective: Maintain the Momentum.
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] │ [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance

Wyatt knew his effect on the battlefield, and with his pressure released for only a moment, there was untold consequences as the enemy began to rally. He took a moment, glancing around as stormtroopers rose to meet their nerves; a slow draw that threatened to stop the adversity in their charge. Before him, was not only a challenger, but a moral anchor.

Bringing his gaze back to Alkor, the world seemed to move in slow motion. Explosions, blasters, all went wild in the warzone, only to see the mandalorian charge the jedi. His blade moved towards his flank, the hand in which his lightsaber was kept, and its speed spoke to that of man who had wielded weapons like it for some time. It spoke to his experience, or at the very least the danger he presented.

Before the blade could connect, before any direct combat could be seen, Wyatt moved a hand in the blink of an eye. In the next moment, a shockwave broke loose from his palm, aimed directly at the man who charged him; not to push him, but the beskar on his chest with enough momentum to toss more than a few men upwards and away. Sand around the jedi upheaved and spit at the disturbance, as if a proverbial bombshell had went off near him. His only option now was to hope to press what advantage he could.

Moving forward, Wyatt carefully matched his speed to Alkor, hoping to strike towards the legs with a sweep only a moment before any other knight might recover from such a strike; though his guard was careful, his eyes watching every moment the mandalorian made. He couldn’t get over the sensation he was more dangerous than seemed, and the force continued to nag him from the depths of his mind.

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Objective: Take the Refinery Complex

Location: Kolto Processing Plant - Entrance
Allies: Strike Team One | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Aten Ramses"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

Ras could feel his arms buckle with each thump of his rotary cannon as it unleashed a volley of death and ruin upon the opposing force. He walked steadily and calmly into the face of danger, spraying bolts in every direction to offer heavy support for his Jedi comrades. Upon noticing Cedric receive the full of a blaster bolt, Ras felt a sudden surge of anger course through his veins. Most likely adrenaline due to the thrill of combat, but this was much more sentimental in nature.​

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The agent continued the relentless assault, pushing himself harder to defend his allies better - his newfound friends. Everyone was doing their part, and their spirit was courageous and unyielding in the face of the Empire. He admired their tenacity, it quite reminded him of some of his old mates back in the Corps. ​

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A brief flash of the past filled Ras' visor, causing him to lose focus and lighten up on his attack - a blaster bolt struck his left shoulder, but he persisted and kept laying down a steady line of fire. ​

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"Push! Don't let up!"​

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Sweat beaded upon Ras' brow and dripped down his face and off his jaw and chin. His breathing was heavy and warm, his fingers already numb from the jerky vibrations of his cannon. Things almost seemed to slow down just a bit during this kind of conflict, enough to the point where one can observe just how scared everyone truly is. ​

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Killing isn't the way things were meant to be, yet most minds deem it an inevitability. And it was. ​

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But you always had to have a reason to fight, even if it's the wrong one. ​

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And every choice came with a consequence. Ras accepted his.​

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And now it was time the Sith accepted theirs.​

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor's HUD exploded with warning as the Jedi raised his hand. He wanted to play with nasty weapons, it seemed. With a deep breath, the armored man braced for impact, and simultaneously reached with his right hand, imperceptibly, beneath his cloak. The blast fired off, square for his torso, and threw him backward with extreme force.

A beeping, orange globe hit the sand where he had been only a moment before, and sprayed a gelatinous substance outward for a little over a meter in every direction. An instant later, a wave of heat pulsated out from the epicenter, and the gel burst into flame.

Alkor, fighting to fill his lungs once more, hit the sand over three meters away with a thud. He groaned as he forced himself onto his knees, still gripping his blade. Sand frosted over and took on a glassy appearance as he dug it into the dirt and used it fight to his feet.

The Jedi moved fast, and lashed out toward Alkor with a sweeping strike. From his crouched position, the Mando raised his right arm and used the forearm- just above his wrist, plated with beskar- to block the incoming strike. The impact would be greatly lessened by the density of the metal, but he still felt the force throb through his arm.

Finally able to fill his lungs with air, Centaris prepared his body to move again, eyes flicking from one side of the HUD to the other in an attempt to fully gauge the situation.

He could see that a bulk of the Stormtroopers had left their position, save for a few that were concentrating fire on pinning the Rebels down and halting their charge. Still fewer were the onlookers, every one barely able to contain their excitement over the combat they were watching.

[member="Wyatt Morga"]

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Dubrillion Garrison
OBJECTIVE: Shake, Rabble, and Roll
ALLIES: [member="SL2222"] | [member="darth voracitos"]
ENEMIES: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

Cam Fyrdan was from a family of asteroid miners. Cam hadn't wanted to be an asteroid miner, and his grades hadn't been enough for him to have another way out of the business aside from enlisting. Cam figured, doing shit jobs on various planets and ships sounded way better than doing shit jobs in the same asteroids he'd grown up in and around.

As his squad lined up and waited as the squad in front of them filed onto a dropship, drop pods carrying fething nightmares rained from the sky. The ground shook around them as a big karking fether landed and began to duel with another big karking fether, scattering Legionnaires around them. The dropship in front of him erupted into debris as a drop pod sliced through it. The squad that had just loaded was killed pretty much instantly.

Good news was that the Brutes, or slightly smaller karking fethers in Cam's mind, weren't unscathed from the bad landing.

Cam's training was all that carried him through the next moments. His body lifted and aimed in a smooth motion, firing for center mass on the closest Brute.

'FETH! FETH! FETH!' Was all that went through his mind in the first few moments as he fired at the closest Brute. His body pushed forward, grabbing the guy that had been in front of him in line, he thought. His aim went a little wild as he took his bracing hand away to pull the Legionnaire to his feet and back. Their weapons were ranged weapons, and therefore were not the kind of thing you wanted to close to melee with. Especially not with anything like the Brutes before them.

'Why did I leave the karking mines!' Was the next thought to pass through his mind, but he was slowly getting his act back together. He fired as he backed up towards the garrison building behind them, always switching to the nearest enemy to fire on without really paying attention to see if he downed any. He was partially aware of screaming and shouting over his radio, but it only became clearer as time passed.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
With: [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Ras Val'kor"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"]

Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

All around Aten there were explosions, sand was blasted into the sky bits stinging as they struck his face. The heat of nearby blossoms of flames enough to draw a cautious glance over where Aten could see ally and enemy alike laying face down in the sands of the beach their bodies smoking. During the battle, Aten had stayed behind Cedric and Romi letting them do the majority of the defensive and offensive work. He would do nothing but slow them down, alternatively, Aten struck out at those that had been left standing or attempted to flank the two knights. Aten was simply a blur of limbs as palms, fists, and elbows swung out striking foes sending them tumbling to the sand.

A Sith trooper rose up their blaster rifle trained on the Jedi’s chest their finger pressing on the trigger. Aten watched as the individual's finger began to press on the trigger and that’s when he moved. Right leg moving out to the side and forward Aten narrowly dodged the bolt as the soldiers fired. The bolt sang as it flew by. Adjusting his aim, the trooper turned to take aim at the Jedi once more, this time Aten spun his right leg extending clipping the troopers’ ankle taking his feet from beneath him. Continuing the spin and utilizing the momentum Aten spun to his feet his left leg lashing out with a swift kick to the troopers’ jaw.

Feeling his master's hand on his shoulder he simply gave her a solemn nod, now was not the time for playful banter. All around them lives were being taken and they still had a mission to accomplish. As the Jedi and accompanying troopers entered the facility Aten saw Cedric and Romi batting aside blaster bolts making something akin to a barrier for all those who stood behind them. These were the soldiers but where were the civilians and employees of the facility? Those who had nothing to do with the machinations of the Sith and simply wished to make a living? Finding and getting them out would be Aten’s goal.

Glancing around all the branching halls Aten took one that branched off to one of his own. “I’m going this way!” Aten called back to Romi as he sprinted down an opposing hallway to the one that Cedric’s own apprentice had utilized. Aten couldn’t bring himself to look back if he did he may have stayed to fight alongside his master. The hallway ended in a walkway that led downwards, it was far too thin for Aten’s liking and the railings had large gaps in them. Enough for a human to slip through if they truly wished. The inside of the facility was something like a maze as Aten saw numerous branching walkways, some leading up, others down. What is up with Sith and needlessly complex buildings? Audible clangs of metal on metal preceded the troopers as they exited a hall opposite of Aten, their blasters raised and taking aim.

Without the time to examine a map, the Morellian took his best bet at where to find the civilians. Bracing himself on one railing Aten jumped off the platform he had just inhabited to another a few feet below. Without missing a beat, the youth tucked into a roll just as he landed before rising up bolting down the walkway towards the offices of the facility.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Storming the beaches, held up by a demon...


Objective: Maintain the Momentum.
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] │ [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance

Although Wyatt had sped by the initial grenade, its explosion took grace when blowing aside two nearby rebels; one of which a commissioned officer. At least, as commissioned as a rebel officer could be, but the radio message he was in the middle of conveying fell from a scream of pain into static. Not a good sign for anyone tuning into the radio at the time, but with the slow retreat of the imperials, the rebels continued to make effort.

Air superiority was quickly beginning to wain as the Behemoth sent out its various fighters and bombers, forcing many of the officers to call in that last airstrikes on the beach as they could. They came in danger close, the most high priority targets being the first to fall to proton bombs and strafing runs. Shock and awe they called it, but the collateral damage didn’t sit well with the Jedi; every death speaking to him through the force in faint whispers.

They had dreams, aspirations, only to be cut short by political differences.

Clenching his jaw, Wyatt continued his efforts; ignoring for the moment the various casualties that surrounded him. With Alkor on his knee, he’d press his advantage in the best way he could manage; leaving the pressure from his blade on the arm only to amplify the speed he carried himself once more. A quick snap, and the force helped throw Wyatt’s knee into Alkor’s visor with enough force to snap bone, something he was sure he’d feel himself in a moment.

It was a quick, brutal strike, and something everyone who now watched could feel even from their secluded positions, the sound of it almost overpowering the nearby gun emplacements in raw power.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

He felt the Jedi pressing weight onto his arm and drove himself forward, pushing off his back foot to rapidly rise. His opponent snapped out with a knee strike, intended previously for his face, but he collided with Alkor's torso at the ribcage- and the beskar that covered it.

As he essentially speared forward into his enemy's body, Alkor brought the frosty blade up and jabbed viciously toward the hip flexor of the extended leg. If he could deaden those nerves and kill some of that muscle tissue, he could neutralize the movement of his opponent and halt the onslaught that threatened to carve through allied forces if Alkor let him through.

By no intention of his own, the Mandalorian had become the bulwark between these Rebels and the Stormtroopers behind him. The Sith realistically considered their troops fodder, but Alkor now felt a certain camaraderie between himself and the common trooper. If it could be helped, he wouldn't watch any more fall.

The beach was already littered with their corpses, dead for a cause that barely cared for them.

Despite a pay rate not nearly worth risking his own life, Alkor remembered his own part in building this Empire. He helped in conscripting these soldiers, and by extension pressing them to die here on this sand. It was time to take responsibility for his actions.

[member="Wyatt Morga"]

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Storming the beaches, held up by a demon...


Objective: Maintain the Momentum.
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] │ [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance

A pain began to creep into his waist, a sickening cold necrosis that threatened to spread through his skin. His only saving grace was a mixture of momentum lacking in the strike from their proximity, to the fact that the armor he wore had taken the brunt of it; but the tip of the blade had made it through, nicking the skin on his hip bone. Wyatt grimaced at the pain, knowing he made a mistake by underestimating his opponent. There wasn’t much, but ice had formed in the wound; just not enough yet to slow him.

Letting the pain go, Wyatt used the momentum of getting up used by Alkor was to slam his free palm into his chest; letting the same telekinetic strength release into the armor with the kinetic strength of a sledgehammer. The goal was less to harm the warrior, so much as to make space between them; at least for the moment.

In the same fluid motion, he’d dash backwards, slapping a blaster bolt out of the sky as if by second nature to his breath. His breath was heavy, so he spent a moment to calm it before speaking out to Alkor through the destruction, loud enough for even the imperials to hear him.

“Mandalorian, why do you fight?”, he said almost stoically.

"Do these deaths mean nothing to you?"

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: En route to Dubrillion with the Black Iron Fleet
Objective: Let the rebels meet their end
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Comet"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Ras Val'kor"]
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

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After Darth Carnifex had temporarily retreated to his inner sanctum to prepare for what lied ahead, Darth Avacyn herself also found herself a place to make her own preparations. While all around the vessel beings did not stop to catch their breath for only even a second, she herself sat perfectly still with her legs crossed, gaining a state of absolutely focus. All around her laid runed with carvings in the Sith language, each one of them being charged with the Force by the woman they surrounded. With her eyes closed and her mind closed off from the outside world, she spoke in the tongue that coincided with the markings on the runes.

"Zo dvasia maskuoti nu sekleti aveti."

Nearly instantly, Avacyn's appearance began to alter. Her skin turned pale white, her hair gained a spectral glow and when she opened her eyes, they burned an even deeper and eerily luminescent red. A ghost, a spirit, a being that did not belong amongst the living. It was a look that would haunt the memories of those who were destined to face her this day, if they were fortunate enough to survive. It was no more than an illusion, however. The mask she wore was meant to demoralize and terrify, and that it would most definitely do, but in the end she was still made of flesh and blood.

Avacyn calmly rose to her feet after the process had completed and without delay she made her exit from the chamber, her next course of action instantly being enacted as she assembled with the others who were informed to make their way to Carnifex' private hangar. Not long after the Dark Lord himself arrived as well and the collective of Sith and hired hunters embarked onto the Crestfallen, ready to join the conflict that had developed on the surface of Dubrillion.

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Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex

While the Crestfallen entered Dubrillion's atmosphere, Avacyn sat and waited in silence, a state that was simply too calm for most to consider possible considering the circumstances. For a being as immersed in the Dark side as a Sith, however, the fields of battle where death surrounded all granted strength. Some reveled in it, while others, the woman herself included, did no more than tap into that strength without savoring it. To draw from the most potent source was a necessary thing, but she refused to let it get to her. It truly was no more than a bare necessity, a need she had no qualms about fulfilling yet it wouldn't be taken a step further than that.

The disturbance Darth Carnifex felt was shared by Avacyn, but it did not take long for the reason of that to show itself. The shuttle began its crash course towards the planet's surface and while it did so the Sith Lady thought of the things she had to lose by dying here. She would not die today, she refused to. Even if it ended up mattering little due to Carnifex' intervention, she herself too threw up a barrier in the Force to protect herself and those around her from harm by the time the Crestfallen had completed its fall.

After an exit had been created the woman quickly made her way out and once the small group of Sith had assembled and agreed on their next move, she too began making her way towards the Refinery station that had been their target. Through use of the Force that was done in with unnatural speed and when the collective had closed in her altered ghostly voice made a final statement before beginning their engage.

"May they die frozen in fear."