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Alpha Base

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Located high in the mountains of Athos was the newly constructed Alpha Base. Home to the officers of the Sixth Battalion, and the Jedi of the Silver Order. Jedi Knight Hasjo Hallu had returned to Alpha Base upon the victory over Salamis to the north, and Tarsus in the south. The Silver Order had a strong foothold on the planet, now they only needed to consolidate their power with minimal casualties for both sides. Ever the diplomatic people, the Jedi. Hasjo stood before a rounded table with Commander May. They expected thirteen new companies of infantry by the next supply. Their current defences were spread thin with a large focus on Salamis. Many officers joined them in the council chambers, expecting the arrival of Master Rasu Gan.
 
Chaeronea appeared in the distance, a green and blue orb that shone through the massive bridge viewport. From a distance, the planet seemed completely normal, not hinting any signs that large-scale battles were erupting around its body, one might not even realise the intense fighting that would be occurring down on the surface. Oh how looks can be deceiving. Streaks of light came into view as the Adamant made its way into the planetary system, backed by three over cruisers, packed to the brim with relief support for those down on the surface. As the Mon Calamari warship crept closer, the enemies fleet's came into view, turbolasers and fighters seeming to ignore the small gathering that had snuck into the system.

"Approach with caution. No doubt they've picked up on us by now." came the calm, yet authoritative voice of Admiral Fazaed, a Duro's female leading the relief fleet to the surface. Looking down on the seemingly distressed flight officer, she cast him a cold stare before turning back to her holographic display, watching as multiple images of the incoming warships appeared on her screen. "I want all fighters prepped for launch. Have the turbolasers warmed up and their gunners at the ready. We have our allies on the ground, but who knows what has been going on up in orbit. I'm not going to chance a betrayal today." she said, passing on her orders to her aide, a small Chadra-Fan, holding a small datapad between his paws.

"I'm on it Admiral." he said, busily relaying the orders into his datapad. The soft buzz of hydraulics echoed throughout the bridge, a comforting sound as the Admiral continued to gaze out towards the approaching blockade. If the information they had received proved valid, then this section of the planet should be controlled by those of the Omega Protectorate, temporary allies of the Silver Order, and hopefully friendly enough to allow the four cruisers passage to the surface. The bridge was silent as the blockade drew closer, intricate paneling and turbolaser placement now becoming visible upon the hull.

"This is Admiral Fazaed of the Adamant, requesting permission to enter the atmosphere. Transmitting clearance codes now." The Duro's voice again broke the silence, as the soft tapping of keys echoed through the chamber as all waited in anticipation, eyes fixed on the weaponry now trained on them. The Admiral chose to ignore the turrets, putting on a brave face as she looked out towards the planet just within arms reach. The relief fleet hadn't received anymore updates since their final entry into hyperspace, and even then that had taken several days to reach the system unscathed. Fazaed wondered whether the situation had changed, whether the members of the Omega had broken the fragile alliance and had gone off on their own. All would soon be answered one way or another.

"We read you Adamant. Everything checks out. You are clear to proceed." A sigh broke out among the crew members, as everyone let go of their breath. A small smile grew upon the aged woman's lips as she suppressed a nervous chuckle. They were not going to die today, it seemed. Immediately members of the crew returned to their duties, with many aboard, rushing off towards the hangars to prep their shuttles and various LAAT's for take off, delivering the first wave of troops ahead of the main body. Fazaed let out her own sigh of relief, as the snow capped mountains grew into view. The place seemed to picturesque for her liking, as if the planet itself was hiding the true horrors it held. Well we're about to find out either way, she thought, returning to her on-board display.

The Shi'ido's body bumped as she was again awoken from her day dreaming, pulled back into the tense, silent scene of the LAAT before her. It wasn't surprising, they had all heard of what had gone on so far down on the surface, how many of their comrades, their friends had been harmed in some way, shape or form by the resistance. It was only natural to feel this way before the storm. Rasu too was nervous in a way, having not experienced such a battle since her time on O'reen. This would be completely different however, with the Jedi Master now being placed in charge of Oxford Company, a fragment of the much larger Sixth Battalion, the mass of men that were making quite a name for themselves back on Voss. Although she was sure the praise would seem worthless to those on the surface, having become traumatized by the horrific scenes that can only be found in the midst of war.

Holding up a hand as sunlight poured into the dim shuttle compartment, Rasu stepped out into the chilly air, not faltering as she continued immediately from the LAAT towards the command complex, leaving her men to arrange themselves and begin their own debriefing with members of the other companies. Picking up her stride, she hurried through the corridors of the base, the sound of chatter increasing behind her as more and more of her own company made it into the base. The Jedi slowed her pace as the Council chambers came into view, bringing her hands down to straighten her robes before entering the chambers, causing a lull to spread across the groups off commanding officers.

"Morning all." she said, offering a pleasant smile to those who had stared. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but our friends up in orbit seemed to be taking a while processing those clearance codes. How fares the battle? Bring me up to speed?"
 
"Morning all." [member="Rasu Gan"] said, offering a pleasant smile to those who had stared. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but our friends up in orbit seemed to be taking a while processing those clearance codes. How fares the battle? Bring me up to speed?"
Commander May offered a diligent bow to the Master Jedi. Hasjo regarded her with cold, unblinking eyes, the colour of which was as emotionless as the void of space. He waved his thick, webbed hands to a nearby seat, offering her to sit, or stand. Only a few officers allowed themselves the luxury of sitting, whilst many others stood. The Nautolan included. He looked worse for wear than the last night he was on Voss. But this wasn't his first rodeo - so to speak. He had a history of military leadership under his belt, and the current campaign only served to add to that list. He was an experienced veteran, perhaps not so much as the ageing Commander May, but May seemed to consider the Nautolan his equal in regards to military affairs - after all, he was the General of the Sixth Battalion. "Welcome, Master Gan" he spoke, ever with the tone of formality "Salamis and Tarsus are no longer under the subjugation of the insurrectionists. We'll be keeping outposts to ward off any attackers. The Mandolorians hold a current cease-fire with our men."
"For however long that'll last" May bitterly spoke.
"CIS, Fringe and Republic are slowly expanding. We've also got a new player in the field, so to speak. The New Order has landed some two-thousand kilometres north of Salamis. We fear imminent attack. I've suggested we strike them before they can gain any form of foothold."
 
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"Okay ladies, get a move on. Gear up and prep the gunships." Lok called out across the hangar bay littered with a patchwork of soldiers from different units. Granted, most weren't his, but they knew who they were and what their task was. Gamma Company may have taken heavy casualties, but the new replacements and reinforcements were in. It'd been a few days since their latest assault on the province of Salamis, a testimony to the heavy resistance put up by the defending forces. The Jedi Padawan walked with a slight limp, still recovering from his wounds during the harsh urban warfare. A bandage was wrapped around his head and more than a few bandages covered his arms and torso under his robes and armor.

Heaving an uncomfortable sigh, the Jedi hung around the bay for a bit, conversing with his squad leaders in a little small talk before doing a little debriefing as to the Salamis conflict. Just as he finished wrapping things up, two black-striped soldiers strode forward. "Commander Jorunn?" The slightly taller one asked. "That would be me." The trooper asking him his identity extended his gloved hand. "Lieutenant Espada. This is Lieutenant Astarte." He motioned at the other man standing next to him. "It's a pleasure." Lok nodded in greeting, shifting to shake his hand as well. "What's up?"

"We're your new officers, sir.We heard you were in need of platoon leaders." Lieutenant Astarte informed him. "We were at Salamis, but you were knocked out, sir." The Padawan pursed his lips and nodded faintly, recalling the casualty count of Gamma Company. "Alright." He glanced at his chrono. "I think command is going to have a briefing in a few minutes. Come with me." The heavyset man waved them over before turning around to cross the hangar bay and enter the elevator, keying the headquarters button. The Valkyri shifted uncomfortably in the elevator, rolling the thought of two brand-new officers taking command of portions of Gamma. Their armor and equipment seemed top-notch, so he gave them the benefit of doubt, recalling the telltale sign that special forces components often had the best equipment in the whole damned division.

As the elevator rose before coming to a lurching halt, the three men exited, the troopers both flanking the Jedi as if he were some important figurehead. That made the man a little more uncomfortable, he was just a Padawan. Be that as it may, he mentally shrugged and continued until the war room came into sight. A commotion down several adjacent corridors confirmed Lok's assumption that reinforcements had already arrived. The Valkyri entered the room almost immediately after Master [member="Rasu Gan"] had. "Master Gan, Hallu." He greeted them both, bowing slightly to each, making sure to make eye contact with the man who'd deployed forces to save his. Lieutenants Espada and Astarte entered closely behind Lok, sticking closely to him. "What's the SitRep?"

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Hasjo watched with unblinking eyes as First Lieutenant [member="Lok Jorunn"] entered after Master [member="Rasu Gan"], asking the question he had just answered for Gan. He was late. He wouldn't answer it again. He would just have to watch it in the archives afterwards. The large, muscular figure of the Nautolan hulked across the room, draped in the silver cloak of the Order. He motioned a clawed finger to the holographic table, tapping the images that swelled up. It was a map of Chaeronea, displaying the various forces of others. Mandolorians. Omega Protectorate. New Order. Galactic Republic. Though the map was divided into regions, with updated information on who was currently controlling what. He motioned to two square, numbered fifteen and twenty. "Forces have been deployed and will be taking these positions subsequently. Then we'll move on here with everything we've got." He pointed to sixteen.
 

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