A New Hope

[Roth Tillian]

The dance had begun. His sensors lit up as TIEs belched from the Star Destroyer far above him, some heading for the Alliance fleet and others streaming down towards him and the shuttles he was escorting. He grinned and let out a whoop.

"M1, power to rear deflector shields and prepare to flip them," His hands darted around the cockpit, making subtle adjustments and changes. His scanner beeped several times and he peered ahead. Several TIEs had broken off from the main group and were preparing to attack the shuttles. He could vaguely sense the pilot's concern in the shuttles and the very powerful presences of the Jedi masters. "Front deflectors!" He barked and M1 diverted power just in time as a spray of blaster bolts arced through the atmosphere, splashing off his deflectors. The ship rocked from the impact and he pushed the controls to port to avoid the shuttles.

Now it was time really dance. He flung himself into the stillness of the Force, stretching out his awareness until he became his fighter. There was no longer man and machine. The two were one and he acted on instinct now, absorbing sensor and display information that seemed to go directly to his hands and feet on the controls.

Now. He pitched the X-Wing to on side, skidding it up sideways as lasers screamed past. He cut the acceleration and shoved the nose forward, sending it tumbling downwards before punching the thrust again, sending it snapping back up the way it came, and squeezed the trigger. Lasers shot from his wingtips, vaporizing the top of a TIE fighter's wings and sending it spiraling to the surface below. Roth gave a tight smile and ragged laugh as he caught his breath again.

"Remember the goals, Shield Squadron. Keep them off the shuttles."

His sensors dinged again and he rolled it as a torpedo shot by at point blank range. Too tight. He took a deep breath and threw himself into it again, weaving around his small battlesphere, chasing off the TIE fighters. Hopefully they'd be recalled soon.

"Rapier squadron, sitrep?" He beamed up above, "Things are hot here. May be stretched thin to support you up there."

[member="Alicia Frost "][member="Alexandra Russo"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

A frigate was on the run, and orders came in to go after it. It seemed things were now a bit more even, but the fighters needed a break to correct course. Riggs would give them just that.

"New orders in, concentrate on all firepower on TIE's. Helm course correction 227 by 3 - 4. There is a runaway frigate and we're gonna stop it. With Rapiers help of course."

The crew worked hard at the change. This was the best test, and Riggs smiled as they executed flawlessly. Five TIEs were gunned downed on the turn, a hard task for untrained gunners. His crew was making him proud. So far no hits, not ones that counted anyway. Shields were holding, and the ship was moving well. It was an adjustment for Riggs since he was used to a capitol ship. The smaller ship moved faster which meant he could think faster too. He loved it. It was like speed chess, a game he played to keep strategy at the front of his mind.

"Get me Rapier one," he said, and nodded when the comm had her. "Commander, we'll provide some cover fire for your squad so you can focus on the regroup. We've been ordered after the frigate as well. Time to show these guys what I already know you can do."

If he could have winked he would have, but for now he kept it professional. Under his breath he muttered a stay safe. Yes, he still could not shake the last battle. He wouldn't, and he desperately needed this one to turn out no other way than okay. He'd lose it otherwise.

[member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Roth Tillian"] @Alicia Frost

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Your all clear, good hunting"

"Cheers for the save, owe you one Rapier One" Frost told her comlink, ducking her fighter lightly and taking out the TIE in front of her. She pitched left light, skirting past the flying fireball of broken TIE. Slowly she brought her ship level, ducking under the Imperious and around the side of it, dodging the few shots it bothered to fire.

"Rapier Squadron, Sitrep? Things are hot here, may be stretched thin to support you"

She nodded, still unaware she was tuned in to Rapier squad. "Sparky, relay this to whoever sent it" she told the droid, watching his beeps translate for her. "Frost Fall, I'm comin down" she told the comlink, nodding as the droid explained it had gone through. She pitched her cruiser down and went for it.

[member="Damon Riggs"]
[member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Aela Talith]

The Shuttle touched down.

Aela felt the landing struts hit rock, she heard the sounds of laser fire from the auto-turret, she felt the ramp unlock itself and begin to lower. Her heart skipped a beat. It was always this way. Every time the Covenant had gone into combat, every slaver camp she had helped destroy, every small village she had saved, every single engagement she had ever been in, her heart had simply never cooperated. It was never a steady thud, but a more random skipping of beats.

She supposed it might have been a congenital heart defect, or perhaps it was just nerves.

Either way, the ramp lowered, and Aela was the first out of the ship.

Her lightsaber ignited into a bright pink flare, the blade burning brightly as she dashed into the clearing that the Shuttle had set out in. Almost immediately a hail of blaster fire began to assault her, a dozen auto-turrets and half a dozen soldiers of the First Order began to shoot at her, all of them seeing her as a prime target.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] would provide the right bit of information to the aforementioned pilots as this was his master plan to get the Galactic Alliance started. But Coren? He had a plan. And maybe he was listening to Breaking Benjamin on repeat. Regardless, the shuttle was shaking and Valora was playing on the writer’s computer. He looked to the team, and yes, he knew that [member="Spark Finn"] had been there the whole time, he could sense his girl a bit. But he wasn’t that good with the Force, it was a matter of he knew he kept his co-pilot close, and that meant putting her in his fireteam as a tech specialist.

Part of him wanted to be out in the fray with the pilots, showing these Final Order chumps just how the Galactic Alliance was going to deliver freedom and liberty to the galaxy, but he had his orders.

Looking over at [member="Rook"] who had just spoken, Coren nodded. “Like riding a speeder. Keep me alive, I’ll keep you alive, and whoever get the higher kill count doesn’t have to buy when we get back to Sullust.” He had his visor down, but there was a smile on his face. He knew he couldn’t feel the other in the Force, which was unsettling, but it wasn’t that Coren actually used the Force to consciously sense motives. Act, without thinking. Just do.

“We’re on the ground in 15 seconds.” Came the call from the pilot, and Coren looked around.

“Alright, Anchor Team. We’re going in, pull the fire from the ziggurat, and give the Jedi something less to worry about. Clear a hole for ‘em.” He took a deep breath. Turning to Spark, and still operating under the clause of not using names on operations, he nodded. “Shut down any automated defenses they have. And stick close.”

Once they touched down, they had their orders, find and secure a position, and stall the defenders. After they retrieved the artifact, they could retreat, but there didn’t need to be heroes here. The shuttle hit the dirt and the door opened. Coren activated his armor’s shield and stepped out, catching a blast on the shield right away before he ran for cover, opening fire with his repeater to allow the rest of the fireteam off the shuttle.

Lightsaber? What lightsaber? He was a soldier.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Serenity started to descend over Voidstalker as they neared the landing zone. With the shuttle ride clear, they’d be engaging the Sith soon. He’d been on so many battlefields, across each corner of the Galaxy. However, something started to damage that calm. Seeking tendrils probed at the edge of his mental influence, pressing against his thoughts.

The Dark Side

Its presence was all too tangible and it took no minor effort to push it back. “We’re at the right place,” he mumbled to himself. There was a thud as they hit the ground, the rear doors snapped open.

He was through them in a moment, reaching out with his senses as he walked across the grass. There was no need to pause and check his orientation against the maps. The Sith Temple was a beacon he could all too easily sense. The Force warned him before he saw the fleeting white shape in the treeline. Taking a knee, he shouldered his CC-13 rifle and fired. Smoke was thrown up where his blaster bolts struck the ground and trees, but the Stormtrooper he had seen was already in cover. A blaster bolt came at them from the other direction.

“One fire team ahead, one to our left!” he called out, still putting down fire with his rifle to keep the group ahead of them pinned. They were still a few hundred metres from the temple, but it seemed there was a small complement of Stormtrooper guards to get through first.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

(sorry, I accidentally posted that in OOC thread this morning, just moved it across)

 

[Adele Adonai]

There is no death, there is only the Force.​

​

Inhale. Hold it. Slowly exhale.

A slow intake of air through the nostrils, a filling of the lungs, the diaphragm expanding. The sensation of the pulse of her heart. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Slow. Steady. At peace. Serenity.

It was a matter of becoming one with the Force. Of finding ones center. That internal calm sea every sapient was capable of reaching to. A'dele spent a lifetime meditating in this specific realm. The Jedi Code a mantra that would keep her concentrated, fine tune her focus. For most of her life, the Iridonian had been troubled, greatly so. There were constant demons that would plague her. Temptation. Anger. The Darkside of the Force.

Few ever knew just how tormented the young healer was, but it would be seen with the hardship she had at being able to heal with the Force. It always was a struggle, perhaps a welcomed one, her penance. But in this, in her maturity, in the path that had awakened her mind to finally reaching that tranquility, that focus, she was now able to slip into those gentle waves and saturate herself with the Force.

In this she would be able to aide the Galactic Alliance, here in this battle. Sinking into meditation, the healer would reach into the Force. Then, ever so slowly, she would expand her mind, like a growing sphere that would start with the ship she sat in first. She felt the life forces of those inhabitants within the ship. Felt how they touched and interacted with the fabric of the Force, much like a spider web with tiny vibrations for each and every single one.

Good.

Then, with a mental push, she began to expand it.

 

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It seemed the First Order forces had a thing for Marshal Talith. Cyril could work with that.

He drew in a deep breath as he stood up from his seat. Everything was a blur of motion. Men and women were rushing out to find adequate firing positions while Jedi drew the attention of their attackers. To his relief, the Jedi Master did not feel any of his comrades fall in those first few moments. He cast [member="Chevu Visz"] a cursory look to make sure the young woman had not spontaneously combusted, he worried about all those he'd helped to teach in one manner or another, and marched down the ramp.

The wall of blaster fire was something he expected. [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] ​had managed to stifle the steam of super-heated death by providing suppressing fire. That one certainly knew what he was doing.

Two lightsabers flew from Cyril's hips to his hands. He had not put Jar'kai into use since the battle of Kashyyyk. At a time, he'd been the lead instructor for it in the Jedi Order. When his arm was severed he'd feared it was an art lost to him forever. Luckily, with a bit of dedication, and upgrades to the wiring within his cybernetic limb, that fear was dashed.

The left blade bathed the area around Cyril in bright blue. The other did the same; only it was a vibrant violet in color. It brought a smile to his lips, even as he batted away the first blaster bolt. The weapon was a memento from his recently deceased mother. He carried her into battle now, and he was assured her spirit would bring them victory today.

Normally he would have done something similar to Marshal Talith, but with the First Order forces distracted, he had an opening. He was not so stupid as to march into his allies' own fire, of course. Rather than jump into the fray, Cyril sprinted off along the treeline, flanking what he assumed was the welcoming comity. Occasionally he had to bat away a stray shot or two, but otherwise he proceeded unharassed.

Then he fell upon them, quite literally in fact. The Jedi Master leaped into one of the cannon nests; one of likely dozens. He cleaved downward, taking a poor soldier by surprise, and slicing his rifle in half. This was followed by a swift application of telekinesis - Cyril threw him into one of the ammunition dumps. The others turned their weapons on the Jedi. He fell into the opening motions of the Soresu stance. They fired.

This had the workings to become a very long day indeed.


[member="Aela Talith"], [member="Quinn Michaels"],

 

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Rook drew in a deep breath. It was the three seconds that always got to him. Those last dwindling moments of safety before you were thrown into the pit with the wolves. It was that time when your body was fighting over whether it should go out and fight, or run off to safety. The clone hated it. His breathing steadied in an attempt to calm his nerves. The combat adrenals already linked to his veins began to pump his body full of stimulants. The door slid open. His inhibitions went with it.

Blaster bolts seared over his head, but none hit the mark. It was his luck; the same thing that allowed him to be breathing today. He was not better than any of these other soldiers [member="Coren Starchaser"] had either trained or assigned to this operation - Rook was just a lucky man. "I hope you've got a lot of credits sir." Rook spouted over the team comm as he slammed into the back of a tree trunk for cover. "I'm a big man. I drink a lot, and I don't miss."

To punctuate the statement, he leaned over the side of the tree, and squeezed the trigger. His rifle coughed out four bolts in the direction of a fleeing Stormtrooper. Three crashed into the tree next to him, the fourth caught him in the middle of his back. The man fell, saved by his armor, but likely out of the fight.

"Well...One out of four times I don't miss. Who's counting?"

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: Clearing the way and drawing fire for Team Jedi

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rook"]

She was good at running. Unfortunately, she had a lot of practice. Speckled-face nodded to Coren, just catching a glint of his blue eyes within his visor. He could sass her later about not wearing armor.

#chill

Shouldering the small bag of techie gear over her shoulder, she scrambled out of the dropship and ran hot on [member="Rook"]'s heels. She hadn't formerly met the other squadron partner but if Coren trusted him, she trusted him. Crossfire zipped through the air, dying on an invisible bubble of energy around the gangly-limbed slicer. One hand remained glued to the portable datapad, that same datapad that had knocked [member="Sage Bane"]'s serpents into a stupor. Up ahead some gun-turrets suddenly shut down.

#CorenstillbetterbuymedinneronSullust

 

[Coren Starchaser]

See? This was where he was supposed to be, the heat of battle. And his armor was built for his own personal style. He looked over at Spark as the ship opened and shook his head. No armor.

#WrongCatchPhrase.

Then his attention was back at [member="Rook"]. What was this guy? Some sort of Krogan? Having someone who took pride in battle was nice, having someone who was good at it as much as they were proud? That was even better. He watched the other man take cover under a tree, and checked his ammo pack. Taking a few shots at a soldier gunning for them (but specifically [member="Spark Finn"]) he grinned. “You’re on, soldier.” He was getting the excitement of battle already, and that was a good sign.

Spark was moving for cover and Coren saw the turrets stopped firing. Sending a burst of fire towards the Final Order’s troopers, he rolled towards the turrets. He had a new idea. “Watch yourselves.” Came the order to his squad, PCs and NPCs alike. He saw one fall already. Heavier resistance. “Jedi, we’ve got one flank’s attention.” Went the call as he took cover. Right, next step.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Jsc]

X-Wing Nation
w/ Rapier Squad , Shield Squad , [member="Adele Adonai"] 's meditation ,
- X-Wing Recon x8

New targets zoned into the battle space. Long range IFF painted them Republic signatures. It was the Rangers. Flying solo all the way from Denon. Yeehaa.

~/ "Okay Chip. Map is up and the board is live. How we doing?"

~/ "I think my butt's asleep Commander. But we're ready when you are."

Karen smiled from the cockpit of her Xw-R. Ha. This was going to be fun.

~/ "Okay then, people. Dial it to the color Blue and sound off. We are attack position Alpha and moving to intercept. Eyes in the sky."

~/ "Aye aye Commander. Blue Two standing by."

~/ "Blue Three. Standing by..."

~/ "Blue Four. Standing by..."

The eight pilots went down the list as they dropped out of Super-cruise and into the melee. Just in time to get the brief from Mission Control,

~/ "Republic Squadron this is Hope. We have you on the handle. Welcome to party boys."

~/ "Thank you mighty, Hope. This is Blue Squadron reporting in. All the way from Denon and just in time for the picnic. Jumping in and feeling friendly."

~/ "Glad to hear it Blue Squadron. Our B-Wings have the ball and we're playing Cat n' Mouse today. You're welcome to join us. Please advise."

~/ "Good copy, Hope. The B-Wings have the ball. We are moving to support their tail and guns to the enemy. Over."

~/ "Roger that Blue Squadron. We'll put you down for cover fire and advise all squads to your arrival. God speed and good hunting. Hope out."

~/ "Much obliged. Over and out. ...Blue Squad. You heard him. Eyes to the bombers and weapons free. We are covering the ball. Green light. This mission is a go."

As they closed the gap, her wingman switched over to a private chaneel and sent her a flutter,

~/ "Roberts. Hey. We've got a Battlemeld coming from their flagship? Thoughts."

~/ "Could be an ally. Touch it Chip. See where it goes."

~/ "Already on it. Mm. I'm getting a one [member="Adele Adonai"] . She's connected to the friendlies and boosting morale. It's anchored too. Not White Current."

~/ "And?"

~/ "No, yeah. We're golden Blue. I'm linking you to her now. Clear your mind and reach for me."

~/ "Whatever works. I'll take it. Coming to you now."

Karen calmed her mind and let the Force wash over her. She entered the Battlemind with her wingman and immediately could feel the mind of the Jedi Knight on the other end. Oh wow. The stillness there was amazing. Karen could feel the battle flowing through her. Chip gave a nod in his spirit and turned his eyes back into void. This was good. They could use this.

It was go time.

...

One by one. Each of the eight Jedi pilots in their Xw-R's joined the Battlemeld. One Jedi pilot connecting to another. A force of unity and commitment. They were still now. They were ready. Together, they opened their eyes again to the void and fell upon the enemy like a glowing streak of amber flame. Laser fire to herald the rebirth of the Light. Crossing across the Hope's bow like radiant spear and soaring after the B-Wings with pride and gusto. These Imperial goof-balls would never know what hit them.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Relit Vandal"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Quinn Michaels"]

Jacen felt eddies through the Force as something dark turned its attention towards them. Was that the members of the Sith Cabal noticing their presence? Was it the artefact itself? Either way, Jacen found himself bolstering his mental defences once again. Something out there was using the Dark Side of the Force to actively try and influence the raiders.

There was a thunk as he slid a grenade into the underslung launcher. He didn’t even need eyes on the target for this, he simply allowed the Force to guide his aim and fired into the treeline. The bright burst of light silhouetted several Stormtroopers that had been advancing on them.

Taking his cue of Master Grayson, he put his rifle over his shoulder and activated his golden blade with the tell-tale snap-hiss. Something in the back of his mind whispered: Does Aela really have a pink lightsaber?

He put the thought aside, after all he’d chosen gold in his youth purely to stand out. He’d been a very different person back then. Gathering the Force to him to enhance his speed, he made the treeline in seconds, getting away from the shuttles and the clearing where they were easy targets. The Force was strong, but a spread out fire team with military hardware could bring down even the most devout student of Soresu.

His blade snapped out, plucking an errant bolt from the air and turning it back towards its source. The bolt struck the Stormtrooper in the thigh, dropping the man to the ground. The white-clad trooper stubborn reached for his rifle, but Voidstalker was already upon him, finishing the job with a quick thrust to the heart.

Hopefully Starchaser’s contingent would have drawn away most of the troops, but the closer Jacek got to the Temple the greater the trepidation. Something dark was preparing.

 

[Relit Vandal]

The time for small talk was over, a realization that came with the opening of the back ramp. The sounds of blaster fire, the movement of turrets on gears and nests of the enemies shooting on the forces without hesitation. This was the battlefield, this was the threat, and it loomed over the lightside like a cessation in balance - vertigo of the mind and heart. It clouded and lingered, smothering the senses as the will and temptation of it's power displayed itself. As the Jedi Marshall, the other Jedi, and warriors flowed out from the spilled glass of this vessel, Relit followed quickly behind, just after pulling his air mask down over his face. The hood followed with it.

With the snap hiss, the amethyst beam ignited with a coiling of spiral white, ever moving. A flick across and upwards, the Jedi Master deflected a string of bolts. Two into the trees, cindering bark and foliage, and three back at the original nest. One struck a soldier across the barrel of his gun, knocking him back, the others were not so successful. Behind the view of goggles and reinforced leather, Relit watched Cyril Grayson move behind the foray and circumvent the forces from behind.

There is no emotion, only peace. He recalled the explanation of his master so long ago. There was emotion, it was everywhere. But it was the control, in tempered defiance to such emotions, that stirred the acceptance of peace - the rightful outcome. And in that will, a discourse is had. A request, to tap into the force ever flowing. No more small talk. Among the blaster fire, Relit deflected another shot from a turret before finding the vertical protection of a solemn tree. Above, through the canopy, a network of vines and woody growth that crawled across the sky and through the soil, roots and rhizomes and runners pulling deep beneath the temple. He marveled, for this moment, at the victory of life in the face of such menacing nature, before requesting aid.

Through the injection of his tap into the flow of the force, he displaced a nurturing and nourishing appeal, siphoning his own will into the network of vines. And with such energy, the plants surged forth, movement undetected in canals running deep through the soil. And just as [member="Cyril Grayson"] assumed his Soresu position in opposition of the incoming blasters, the vines pushed through the metal floor plating of the nest and up towards those who would take the easy route - the route to which one falls. Wrapping around blasters and legs, the favor was not in their death but in the dismantling of them. For those not lifted from the ground, up-heaved like tectonic plates pushed around by tremendous pressure, additional vines would attempt to diffuse the incoming blaster fire towards the Jedi Master.

Relit exhaled deeply, opening his eyes to thank the plants for what help they could provide. Pulling his hand from the trunk, he ran back into the battle to provide aid where he could. To counteract the defense, to quiet them, that was his purpose here. Serenity, above all else.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Quinn Michaels"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]​

 

[Asahara Velin]

Battle lines were drawn and Asahara was stoked to be outfitted with the Vanguard armor but instead of blasting around with an E-11 or a standard Rifles the Alliance had outfitted Asahara came packing serious Heat with a massive Rail gun half her size. Dashing through the Blaster bolts in he canopy of the trees she saved her rage and violence until she could get to the source of the fire and the turret nests than had them pinned down. Dashing behind what looked to be [member="Relit Vandal"] Jedi master of the New order she Let rip the Rail gun upon the turret and the Sith troopers widened their eyes as the Massive Twi'lek not only fired a burst at the Turret Nest with a Rail gun that was intimidating to look at alone, but the woman was running full throttle to the nest even while being blasted with rifles and everything the Sith had to throw at her as the Big Twi'lek with a chain gun was if nothing less, a massive target in the battle field.

The Turret next was nuzzled inside a Hole of Stone and wood that she just ran up to, stabbed the chain gun inside and let rip moving it from side to side while under fire. The Barrel heated and the Turret nest taken Care of Asahara dropped the massive thing and Unclipped her E-11 from her back rolling in the same motion, coming up behind a tree where the Blaster shots ripped through it causing it to come down.

The Debris that the Woodwork chipped up gave her the small cover she needed from in between the leaves that she started to pick off with controlled burst fire some Sith Troopers here and some Sith Troopers there. This was Fun! Her Armor had already sported some blaster shots that otherwise would have ended her but she was undeterred from her current objective. The Objective, Bash Sith Skulls in with her Fathers' rifle.

E-11 Blaster bolts from her Rifle began taking a number on the advancing Sith but her Size quickly made her a prime target for enemy fire and she found herself hitting the deck hard and under fire quick. "Great! I made them Mad!" She screamed as she covered her ears and lekkus from the massive assault of blaster fire being thrown in her general direction.

Pulling out a Few Thermal Detonators she tossed them over her head without looking in a hope of stopping the flow of blaster fire or any charging Storm troopers dumb enough to attack her position. Her efforts were rewarded with a satisfying explosion accompanied with screams that made her know her blast hit her mark. Again She popped up with the E-11 Blasting anything that was not Wearing Galactic Alliance Stuff! Around her the body count started popping up but... This was the first real war zone she encountered, her inexperience made her think she was invincible, which is why a blaster bolt caught her square in the shoulder and dropped her in pain. "I'm down! Chit! I'm hit!" she screamed clutching her wounded charred shoulder and popping down to avoid the blaster fire pressure which separated her from her med-kit.​

 

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Rook certainly would have been a Krogan were it at all possible. Alas, he was born into the wrong universe. Still, a man could dream.

"That you blondy?" The soldier quipped as the turrets ceased firing. "Good job."

He caught sight of Starchaser moving up to the defunct turrets' position. He had a bit of an idea as to what the man's plan was. There was no doubt that the turret nests would provide more than adequate over - far more than this rapidly decaying tree anyway. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do. When I move, you stay right behind me. We'll get you up into that nest and let you do your work in relative peace." It was better to have people shooting at your position than at you.

The slicers were more important than he was. Sure, he could shoot things, but he wasn't going to be opening doors and shutting down shields. Better to provide the woman with some relative safety at his own expense. "We run on three." He popped off a shot at one of the First Order soldiers. He fell to the ground with smoke curling up from his helmet. Poor sod.

"One...two...three!" The commando would move as quickly as he could to the turret emplacements, though he handicapped himself to stay relatively in front of the slicer; taking shots as well as giving them. Needless to say, his shields were not going to last very long.

[member="Spark Finn"]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

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The aid was unexpected, but appreciated. He recognized Vandal's presence somewhat - calm, collected, and experienced. He'd have to thank the man later; partly for the aid, and partly for disarming rather than killing. Cyril had grown so tired of the death, and murder was not the Jedi way; not even in war. Those soldiers that kept firing were panicked now. Few had ever seen the might of the Force used in such a way. They backed against the walls of the turret emplacements. Two tried to crawl over the sides; with little in the way of success. There was little hope in escape now.

Slowly Cyril approached. He made a point to bat whatever bolts came his way harmlessly to the side. One of the soldiers dropped his rifle and threw up his hands. Another found his weapon severed in two by the Jedi Master's blades. Those remaining either surrendered, or were quickly incapacitated via the butt of Cyril's weapons, and a bit of mental persuasion. Within moments, the turret nest was defunct.

Cyril keyed into his TacCom. "Thanks for the help." He quipped, unsure of whether or not [member="Relit Vandal"] would hear it or not. It was worth being said either way. "This emplacement is clear. There are a few soldiers who surrendered. Send a team for them when it's possible." With that said, he flicked off the comm, and took to the timely task of restraining each of the men. He was lucky for the presence of the vines - otherwise finding handcuffs for the lot of the team here would have taken twice the time.

With each man quite stuck in whatever position he'd found himself in, Cyril left the nest. He could feel it; that looming shadow that [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] had taken notice of. It wasn't particularly far, but he did not dare leave his allies in the midst of battle.

"Jedi, we've got one flank's attention." Starchaser's voice garbled through the comm unit. They had a window then. Without another thought Cyril moved to regroup with Voidstalker and the other Jedi.

 

[Adele Adonai]

TO ALL STARFIGHTER PILOTS AND SHUTTLES.​

Jedi Knight lashless eyelids were shut, the Zabrak healer drawing into her center, her focus, to immerse herself into the Force in her seiza meditation position. This was part of the process, honing just who was near her sphere of influence that she could give a boost of morale through Battle Meditation.

"There is no emotion," the words quietly fell from lavender tinted lips; a prayer, a supplication.

"There is peace." The mantra allowed her to focus. As it always did, despite the turmoil.

Seemingly like a beacon of purity, A'dele slowly continued to draw the Force to spread out from her mind like a great sheet of fabric, touching as many individuals as possible so as to sense them first. The auras of the Alliance fleet and the starfighters first bloomed in her mind.

With this she would offer a measure of aid and a heightened boost of moral and intestinal fortitude for those that would need it the most.

Clarity, focus, and moral support.

 

[Chevu Visz]

This was perhaps the biggest test of Chevu's young life so far. Aside from a few attacks on the Pirin Temple on Sullust, the young Knight had not seen much action. Her skills were practiced to precision, but what she was lacking could not be taught. Without experience the mission still seemed like a tangled wilderness with no path. But still she pressed on. With the Jedi code playing on repeat in her head, and her Sullustan Master's lightsaber in her grip, she pushed forward with the others. The Masters took the lead and the Knights encompassed the second line.

Her wide brown eyes glinted with the crisscrossing of blaster fire flashing all around her. Using Force-enhanced reflexes, Chevu flicked Master Oomomo's blade outwards, parrying a few bolts with the Soresu form that Master Grayson taught her. The stormtroopers were quickly overwhelmed by Jedi Masters such as [member="Relit Vandal"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], and [member="Cyril Grayson"], and of course Jedi Marshall Talith. As the turret nest was cleared out, Chevu waited patiently for the next phase.

Coren was getting her there, but it was obvious from her trembling fingers that she was holding back.