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Mission Ascendancy of Defiance | An Age of Strife Story


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19TH STARFIGHTER WING
S T O R M C A L L E R - L E A D E R
Deployment: Secure Niraun Airspace, Provide Aerial Support
Aerial Support to Ground: Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris

Andro's TIE interceptor ducked and weaved through the cloud-heavy atmosphere of Niruan, a Chiss starfighter hot on his tail. Obviously, the blue bastards had used the time that the Imperials had given them to recoup some of their losses from Csilla's destruction, evidenced by the new model that was currently forcing Andro to play hard-to-catch. He had to give respect, from one pilot to another, for the skill that was being put on display; but respect did not equal mercy.

"Chiss fighter on my tail, requesting support," he called calmly into his comms as the dying light of Niruan twilight reflected brightly on his visor through the TIE interceptor's viewport. Green charric fire flashed past his viewport and he rolled his interceptor to starboard to evade the tracking shots from Chiss starfighter on his tail. Proximity alarms blared suddenly and Andro quickly switched power from his primary cannons to amplify his interceptor's missile deactivation transmitter, just in time as the interceptor dipped to allow two warheads to streak past where the TIE had been a moment before.

Green turbolaser fire spewed from the vector he was heading towards, but not at him, rather the Chiss fighter behind. "Stormcaller-Three, I have lock," came over the comms. In Andro's rearview sensor he saw a fireball as the Chiss starfighter burst into bright flame from the overwhelming fire.

"Thanks." Andro pulled his fighter up and around to join the vector of his wingmate, watching the burnt remains of the Chiss starfighter plummet to the earth through the clouds out of the corner of his eye. In only a moment the pieces were gone, leaving nothing but pink sky. Comms crackled to life, and from the sounds of blasterfire, it quickly became apparent that it wasn't from the squadron's closed-circuit but an open Imperial system.

< This is Iron One, requesting air support, blues on blitz forward from the power plant. >

"This is Stormcaller Leader. Your request for air support has been acknowledged, Iron One. Tracking your position," Andro replied over the same comm frequency while he triangulated the coordinates from the transmission with only one hand on the TIE's control stick. Course for intercept wouldn't take long.

TIE Interceptors were not built for air-to-surface combat. When operating with a full wing, that role would be delegated to the Bruiser TIE Bombers armed with enough munitions to level city blocks with one pass. The weapon systems of the TIE Interceptor were fine-tuned for aerial combat, and power was sacrificed for speed and maneuverability. But in these circumstances, they were all that the Imperials on the ground had access to, so Andro would have to make do. Besides, he'd achieved more with less in the skies of his homeworld Jabiim.

"Stormcaller squadron, this is Stormcaller Leader. We have a ground call-in, I'm transmitting coordinates. I need a spotter on target to calculate an approach trajectory," he commanded. "Stormcaller-Two, Three, mark up on my vector."

"Understood."

"Understood, Stormcaller Leader."

"Stormcaller Leader this is Stormcaller-Six. I have eyes on coordinates, sending you an optimal trajectory. Its a strafing line running perpendicular to your current reporting vector. High Chiss traffic, I'm--" the comm transmission burst into static, forcing Andro to cut the frequency. "All squadron, proceed to the marked sector. And someone get eyes on Stormcaller-Six. Cover us as we make our strafing run."

The TIE interceptors streaked through the clouds, thin trails of moisture trailing their wingtips. The shriek of their signature twin ion engines was unmistakable, and swelled even louder as the rest of Stormcaller squadron began to concentrate in the area. Andro remained in the clouds to line himself on the attack trajectory, using them for cover as he spun to the right to line him and his wingmen up on the coordinates that Stormcaller-Six had provided.

"Begin strafe approach," he ordered over the closed comm circuit to his wingmen, then switched frequency to the open Imperial comms channel. "Strafing run in progress, be advised," he procedurally reported as the TIE's dipped out of the clouds, the land battle coming into sharp focus. The structure of Fort Yularen was unmistakeable, but the craters that pockmarked the landscape were foreign to Andro's recollection of the area. The Chiss would pay for their overconfidence, he grimly acknowledged as the TIEs began to gradually level from their steep dive. Andro disengaged the ship-to-ship targeting system and leaned in, his thumb hovering over the firing trigger of the control stick.

As the Chiss lines overlapped in his reticles, he slammed down, and bright-green laser fire spurted from his TIE interceptor to slam into the ground, sending up clouds of dirt with each impact. His wingmen mirrored him, and the three TIEs lit up the Chiss lines with laser fire as they streaked over the battlefield, leaving destruction and dust in their wake.
 

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STRATEGIC COMMANDER OF THE RECLAMATION
OPERATION DAMOCLES
COUNTER OPERATIONS COMMENCED

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SPECIAL OPERATIONS GROUPS
ALPHA SOG [26/30]
BRAVO SOG [23/30]
CHARLIE SOG [20/30]
DELTA SOG [18/30]​

Defenses were holding, and what fodder had arrived to bolster his SOG's were doing their job in further attributing to the delay action that allowed further opportunity to stifle the Imperials from reaching their objective. Set between his makeshift FOB and the Imperials were approximately two sets of double blast doors, with a final set of blast doors behind the FOB which led to High Command's direct location at the center of the station's layout. The Imperials had managed to advance far enough inwards that this was truly their last line of defense, yet on the flip side of this advance, there was only one way in if they wished to reach High Command at any point in the immediate future.

And Dac was presently the bulwark that would stop them, if they failed to adapt to his tactics.

A dataslate was passed his way, his second-in-command handing it off to him before rerouting her efforts to handling communications between the near-panicking group of commanders to his rear and himself. He had no time to deal with their concerns over exfil or what not, atleast not when the battle remained more or less not in full favor of the Imperials. A staunch defense could, and would blunt the Imperials if all remained stable elsewhere on the station. He could only put his hope in Lord Zodt to do his job, and focus solely upon doing his in return.

"Alpha and Bravo Command." His commlink buzzed to life, and he readjusted the headset to muffle the audible sounds of E-WEB's rattling to life in the distance. "You're clear to proceed with stage two; engage the Imperails with Epsilon-pattern defensive tactics."

"Acknowledged."
A pair of Chiss on the other end responded a few seconds later, their voices crackling over the headset in unison amidst gunfire streaming in from friendlies and enemies alike.

"Charlie, Delta; Zeta-pattern tactics are authorized."

A further set of acknowledgements were given, and all four SOG's proceeded forwards with their next plan of attack.

From the rafters and upper levels, and from the ground level as well, grenade pins were pulled in unison before a volley of spherical devices were tossed into the enemy lines from all over. They cooked off several later, but to the defenders surprise, no thermal detonations or high explosives would come as a result of this move. Instead they would explode into plumes of dark green smoke, releasing clouds of billowing gas throughout the level that would block line of sight to anyone without access to thermal vision. The fumes proved noxious to the troopers who came unprepared without masks, buckling both Chiss and Imperial alike over in seconds as the fumes clogged up their lungs and released fluids that choked them as the seconds went by.

Bravo went into action just moments later, upholstering the hefty launchers that were carried on several of their backs and lining up their sight utilizing the thermals on their helmets. A cascade of missiles erupted through the smoke, cutting a path through the billows and straight towards large clumps of Imperials who were caught up in the confusion. Unbeknownst to the Imperials, what would follow as a result of the explosions to come were horrendous sights and smells of viscera and sulfur. Breacher missiles, whilst typically ship-born in nature, were still quite effective in their man-portable variant. Upon impact they imploded in on themselves, the small detonation that followed being overshadowed by the devastating spray of acid that expanded outwards in every direction, drenching metal and organic material alike, and dissolving all it covered into an undeterminable pool of soggy browns and greens.

A fusillade of charric bolts were the third wave to this act, as all four SOG's proceeded to lay down a wave of fire in order to suppress their enemies after the shock & awe delivered into their ranks. They were being thinned by the Imperials, but a few tricks still remained up their sleeves. For the cause of the reclamation, they would fight and die if it were necessary, but many Imperials would surely die with them.​
 
3rd post
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MISSION: ASCENDANCY OF DEFIANCE
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY
OPERATION: DAMOCLES

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Codename: Scimitar
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Emir of the Massad Fedayeen

BELIGERENTS
(COMPNOR VS. CEI)


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Sylus (Γ059) Sylus (Γ059) Kastav Volff Kastav Volff Rika Hiro Rika Hiro

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Dac'zom'ina Dac'zom'ina

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WAY OF THE SWORD: DAMOCLEAN BY NATURE - PART 3
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C-Zone Life-Support Hub, Brask Oto Station,
The Redoubt (Early-877 ABY)


How many was it that time? This is getting out of hand quickly.

As soon as the nearest slide-doors in the hallway had shut behind them after their sweep, only then did Massad know for sure that he was safe for a time, but sadly, one had chosen to scour the area once more, returning on a hunch the others were none too keen on looking into at the time. The solo Chiss operator was much smarter it seemed, opting to keep helmet on with the rifle dumped somewhere off it's shoulder sling, and though Jordi was fortunate enough to see the small tactical preferences from the shadows of the the life-support terminal, the drawn Disruptor pistol and Vibrodagger in Imperial-CQC stance was still quite troubling. The Emir of the Massad Fedayeen would have to fight this one, and whether he liked it or not, the Kandaran knew he would need to fight like a rabid dog to win against clearly-seen, fluid-motion competence in close-quarters fighting.

This Chiss operator was obviously aware of how pivotal such a station was, and not only to their continued presence there, but also vital to their efforts in maintaining the strategic advantage against COMPNOR's agents by then, so it would be understandable as to why the most competent member of a certain squad doubled back to be sure. The only downside was that the one he'd be going back to find would still have the drop on him for as long as he remained in the shadows, and in consideration of this, Jordi would fire the first shot, though he'd miss by a hair-breadth and receive a near-miss shot in reply before engaging. The ensuing fight would begin with both combatants charging in to snatch up the early intimidation advantage, clashing in the center with Jordi's Vibrodagger shattering the visor of the Chiss Operator's helmet, but receiving a pistol-whip to the padding at the spot behind his ear for the trouble, giving both opposing elements reason aplenty to work the clinch.

'Not bad-'

But Jordi would work against his Imperial training for once, working the eight-limbs clinch in contrast to the methods of the traitor-Chiss he was latching onto at the time; seeking not to stifle, but instead to use the constricted head and arm-movement of his opponent to land knee strikes, landing blows to the face under instinctive (though shaky-legged) repetition. One left-knee shot to the Chiss' liver, and a right applied to his solar-plexus, and all whilst the Expansionist was trying to slash and shoot him out of desperation, a sad but brave attempt to rectify his misstep in judgement, but one that no doubt was vainglorious at best against a man like Scimitar.

'But you needed more time with the Empire - especially if you wished to prepare for fights like this.'

Free to offer exposition on account of the fact the pain from both knee-strikes had pretty much doubled the Chiss over, dropping knife and letting gripped pistol veer beyond the lethal aim it was aiming for, Massad would find ease in shin-kicking the pistol out of his foe's hand to prepare his killing blow without any further exertions needed beyond the previous knee-strikes. Grabbing the Expansionist by his throat through his depressurized breather suit-material, Jordi then delivered a deft blow to the brow through the shattered opening of the helmet, caring very little for the cuts on his arms as the elbow-strike landed perfectly between his assailant's big, red eyes. From there it would be the simple act of finishing the job, and as he lined his Yatan dagger up to the Chiss' eye, (meeting feeble attempts to pull the Kandaran's arm away in the process) Scimitar concluded,'Peace be upon you, and the others I'll kill tonight.', before making a quick, grunted effort to drive the blade as deep as he could.

Letting the body slump on the ground, Massad looked down to his felled opponent, sneering as he looked away in disgust,'Mercenary I might have been before, but I'd never stoop to the lows of vile, treacherous infidels like you.', wiping the blood off on the Chiss' breather-suit before warily sheathing his Yatan from a poised kneeling-stance. Jordi would have been pertinent to hide the body and move on but he realised that he was about to make a suggestion for Sylus and the others to adopt stealth-attack procedures of their own, and to report zone-isolated air supplies and life-support systems were expected to belittle the impact of their sabotaging efforts, small complications but enough that adding up in time would certainly present obscure, irritating challenges that the Empire's assets had no time or extra resources to do anything about.

<"Sylus, this is Scimitar. These life-support systems are all zone-isolated, so these explosive charges of mine are pretty much useless now. Might be best if we kept it stealthy this time, we're usually at our best when we strike from the shadows anyway.... We're in deep on this one, my friend. The odds are beginning to stack a little against us now, time to act accordingly.">
 

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R E A P E R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
OPERATION: TRIDENT
TANSEN DAM | NIRAUAN
TAG: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris

GEAR: Armour | Sniper rifle | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout
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BORN AGAIN

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It was quiet.

The group of operatives had moved through the landscape relatively unhindered, not encountering any mines or other obstacles which was strange in and of itself.

Not once did Lily lower her guard while they approached their destination, so the silence aside from the breeze and her breath in her helmet, was almost deafening. It sung in her ears like the ocean. They were deep behind enemy lines. Something was bound to happen sooner rather than later.

Instinct born from years on the battlefield had Lily holstering her pistol and swinging around the battle rifle in one swift movement.
<Shields!> she barked, already dipping into a roll just as charric blasts ripped from a concealed area. But as luck would have it, they had contact on their right as well while it was clear that an alarm was raised.

Their silent operation was blown sky high.

As she came up into a crouch, her shield had already deployed from her vambrace and the particle rifle rested over it, golden beams firing straight back in the direction the charric blasts were coming from.
<Berand! Let a rip at those fuckers to our right! Ring 'em like bells!> she ordered, ducking low behind the shield as her rifle sent the golden beams exploding through the glade. <Liaeris! Put that damn jammer out of commission, stat! I don't care how you do it, just do it! We'll cover!> SCAR was all about divide and conquer. The Reaper did, however, miss Mauler's brute strength in this very instance. His absence was felt deeply in that moment.

For now, they had to rely on particle beams, concussion blasts and sheer luck as both Lily and Gavyn had Margo's back. This was the ex-Death Trooper's time to prove her worth against a formidable foe.

The Chiss were definitely not Mawite rabble, that much was certain.

 

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LORD ZODT
Lord-General of the Chiss Force Corps
Brask Oto Command Station
The Chiss Reclamation

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The shockwave tore wirings loose, crackling with electricity, and durasteel plates and tiles erupted from their linings followed by the Knight that had parried his slash. Zodt expected her bones to be shattered, removed from the fight, but instead she'd found her footing a dozen feet away.

He snarled in sour surprise as the Imperial pushed back against him with a series of quick blows. The red blade followed in a slower pace, as if unable to conceive someone dared to stand before the Lord-General's power. The crevices across his face cracked further in fury and hate as the dark side's tendrils clawed deeper into his heart. He sprung back from her swings and reached for her throat through the Force.

He would crush her like the insect she was.
ENGAGING: Aoki-Barran Mira Aoki-Barran Mira Sahar Sahar
ENEMY:
Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku Rakaan Horne Rakaan Horne Matma Bernu Matma Bernu
ALLIES: Tris
 

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SUPREME COMMANDER OF ARMY GROUP NIRAUAN
THE CHISS RECLAMATION
BATTLE FOR NIRAUAN

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BATTLE FOR FORT YULAREN
1ST CHISS EXPANSIONARY ARMY
3rd Mechanized Division [STR 4/5]
4th Mechanized Division [STR 0/5]
5th Infantry Division [STR 5/5]​


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Breakthrough vs. FN-999 Orik Dakari Orik Dakari
Special Forces vs. Orik Dakari Orik Dakari

| RIGHT FLANK | 3rd Mechanized Division General Vinor Traits:
- Media Personality

Emboldened by his success, General Vinor doubled down on his rapid advance against the weakened left flank of the Imperials. He pushed his infantry elements further in to occupy abandoned or conquered trenches and defensive positions as quickly as possible despite the looming defensive emplacements of the Fort that were now in range to attack his forces. Seeing the Fort draw closer and closer, filling the viewport of his heavy walker, the vain Chiss' imaginations of proclaiming victory to his people ran wild.

Meanwhile, by General Stini of the 5INF Division's orders, a team of operatives slips through the breakthrough headed towards the Fort in a bee-line that would have them engage Orik Dakari Orik Dakari 's security detail. Their mission? Disable the Fort's shield generators for an orbital strike.

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Withdrawal vs. FN-999
| LEFT FLANK | 4th Mechanized Division General Rhugo Traits:
- War Hero

Rhugo's gamble to leave wide channels between his units to deny casualties from the Imperial's artillery had given opportunity for the Imperial's armor reinforcements to exploit the gaps leaving disaster in the wake. With the air contest leaning slightly towards the Imperial's side, bombardments had decimated numerous walkers and artilleries which were slow and easy targets to strike for starfighters that were not much challenged by the Chiss' airpower. Withdrawing back from direct engagement and into the entrenched lines of the 5th Infantry led by the cautious General Stini.​

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Defend vs. FN-999
Special Forces vs. FN-999
| CENTER | 5th Infantry Division General Stini Traits:
- Cautious

Patience and extreme caution had pinned the general rank plaque on Stini. Not relentless assault. Seeing as Rhugo's forces were halting their advance and withdrawing from the Imperials' punishment back towards his entrenched positions, he charted a new plan of action. While his division remained entrenched, lobbing shells at the Imperials' center and skirmishing over various different strategic points between the Imperial and Chiss lines, Stini deployed his special forces to cut the head off the snake in a similiar fashion as how Dac'zom'ina Dac'zom'ina had done during the reclamation of Ansion earlier in this campaign.​
With Special Operations Team Krill (SOTeam Krill) sent to slip through Vinor's successful breakthrough and disable the shield generator of the Fort guarding it from orbital strikes, another SOTeam - Esk - was dispatched to eliminate the commanding officer of the Imperial defenders - FN-999. Disguised as a squad of Imperial stormtroopers, the Chiss infiltrators found the Legion General's headquarters aboard the Repulsorlift MCC "Initiator". Two rocket launchers fired at the vehicle and all hell broke loose deep behind the Imperial's line - in the heart of the Empire's bastion of defense.​

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BLITZ OF THE COAST
1ST CHISS EXPANSIONARY ARMY
1st Armor Division [STR 5/5]
2nd Mechanized Division [STR 5/5]​


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1st Armor Division General Aard Traits:
- Harsh Leader

As the construction of the bridges neared its end, Aard's recon had signaled to the general the advance of Imperials towards the coastline. Reports of engineer units among the Imperials spelled disaster for the armor division's blitz. With the last rays of sun sinking beneath the horizon, a company of Chiss troopers was sent in advance to hit and run an Imperial combat engineer unit hoping to stall their movement while Arad's division could cross the bridges and reach points of greater strategic value for the eventual engagement between the Chiss and Imperials for the battle of the coastline.​
Vibroblades illuminated the night of the Imperials.​

2nd Mechanized Division General Jath Traits:
- Inflexible Strategist

N/A​


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BLITZ OF THE POWER PLANT
2ND CHISS EXPANSIONARY ARMY
AUREK COMMAND Objective: Cut off Yularen advance to the Plant
Encircle West of the Plant

1st Armor Division [STR 4/5]
3rd Mechanized Division [STR 4/5]
5th Infantry Division [STR 5/5]​

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An eerie stillness envelops the frontlines as the guns of the Chiss fall silent. Aurek Command's advance had suddenly halted but what little cries of jubilation roar through the ranks of the Imperials are muffled by an ominous feeling sending shivers down your spine. It is never this quiet on a field of battle. The chatter among your brothers and sisters in arms dwindles as your commanding officer stares in the distance with bated breath.

You track his gaze to a lone, withered tree in the middle of no man's land. Crows converge upon it, landing still on its brittle branches and never move again. Not even a feather is ruffled by the soft breeze of the north until their wings abruptly clap and they take off into the sky. The wind ceases as if it was stolen by an invisible hand, snatched away from brushing the heat and soot from your face. Your eyes follow the crow's flight and you see the heavens above ripped open by a crimson force. The air from your lungs disappears before it begins to burn from the inside out and you're drowned in a blinding flash of light.

An orbital bombardment has begun.

2ND CHISS EXPANSIONARY ARMY
BESH COMMAND
Objective: Encircle East of the Plant
2nd Mechanized Division [STR 2/5]
4th Infantry Division [STR 5/5]​
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With the 2nd Mechanized Division's advance partially stalled due to their fierce engagement with the Myrmidons, the 4th Infantry opted to utilize their light infantry specialists to decimate the Imperial's defensive power, adapting and copying what the 173rd had just employed upon them.

From the skies, Chiss jump troopers would deploy straight upon the ranks of Lieutenant Roxy Rizzan Roxy Rizzan 's platoon. A company of jump troopers with vibroblades slashed through duraplast and flesh before they jetted unto another prey aiming to drench the soil with Imperial blood. Even if they were led by one of their own blood. A massacre ensued.

Meanwhile, another company of jump troopers deployed in similar fashion at the six siege engines Nukth Kelga'an Nukth Kelga'an held in reserve. Vibroblades and rocket launchers at hand, the Chiss aimed to destroy the siege engines first and foremost while killing as many stormtroopers as they could.



 

Yuna Kai

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OPERATION DAMOCLES
Tags:
Kastav Volff Kastav Volff Sylus (Γ059) Sylus (Γ059) Jordi Massad Jordi Massad Rika Hiro Rika Hiro
Callsign: Vixen
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Yuna was one of the insertion teams that entered through one of the maintenance tunnela with a team of five COMPNOR agents plus her. She crawled through a cramped humid space yet it was all part of the service. Although being tardy in insertion wasn’t probably good for your career in the long run. Nevertheless, Yuna and her squad exited the tunnel and found themselves in a repair bay, looked like a place to outfit and repair Chiss tech. They entered from the opposite of the door leading into the main hallways and saw a squad of Chiss operators patrolling the maze of repair tables and bins of droid and blaster parts.

“Kark!” She cursed to herself. They were expected, the other insertion teams probably got detected in nearby sectors signaling one a counter strike team to the repair bay. Still though their situation wasn’t totally useless. The Chiss operators seemed tense and fixated on blasting any imperial they saw. Their enthusiasm would prove to be their downfall.

Signaling to the rest of her squad, the first two Chiss by the repair table with the probe droid were taken down swiftly by her squadmates with vibrodaggers. The next two Chiss were rushed by the second pair of Yuna’s squad as they pinned them down to the floor with one of them piercing their jugular with a vibrodagger while the other was beating one down with his fists before forcefully snapping the Chiss’ neck.

Yuna wasn’t so lucky as she was about to throw her dagger at the last Chiss but she raised her blaster and shot her shoulder, causing Yuna to audibly wince in pain before two of her squadmates opened fire in revenge. The burning shot of the blaster bolt left Yuna panting on her knees, covering her wound.

“Let me look at it.” The squad medic said, as Yuna slowly removed her hand. The medic inspected it just a bit more before pulling out her med kit and wrapping bandages over the wound and giving the lieutenant a small injection of bacta. “That should ease the pain ma’am.” She said before Yuna looked at her, catching her breath. “Thanks Matsu.” She groaned before getting on her feet.

<"Sylus, this is Scimitar. These life-support systems are all zone-isolated, so these explosive charges of mine are pretty much useless now. Might be best if we kept it stealthy this time, we're usually at our best when we strike from the shadows anyway.... We're in deep on this one, my friend. The odds are beginning to stack a little against us now, time to act accordingly.">
Yuna sighed, looks like she had to be less reckless going forward. Although it looked like the Chiss had the upper hand so being cautious just made more sense.

Not forgetting to check in, Yuna went on the COMPNOR/ISB frequency.

<“This is Vixen, to all Imperial units. We’ve just made our way into the base we’ll make our way to the designated waypoints. Hopefully we’ll link up on the way.”>










 


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Sahar|Imperial Knights|Operation Knightfall
Tags:// Aoki-Barran Mira Aoki-Barran Mira Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku Sinestra Sinestra
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The force had been relatively calm since she'd cleared the corridor and surrounding area of Chiss Knights, but the arrival of another stronger force user interrupted the calm brought on by the slaughter. The presence of the Chiss was like a bright force that stirred up the darkness around it. The knight could sense the conflict in the force, the struggle between the darkness that had previously enveloped all things on the moon and the foreign presence of the Chiss's signature that seemed to conflict with hers.

Sahar couldn't help but scowl at the concept of a lowly blue skin being equal or greater to her; true, it would be a challenge to find the person, cut their head off and throw it before the Imperial throne room. But such deeds were what she was good at; there could be no equal or challenge to the throne. She carefully stepped over the remains of Chiss bisected, torn apart and dismembered in the corridor. Something made her stop in her tracks; Sahar quickly backtracked to where a Chiss lay propped up, hand weakly held out while the other held his stomach to stop the rest of his guts from falling out.

Pity.

Sahar smirked softly and knelt to be eye level with the Chiss trash, eyes focused on the man's wounds with curiosity and a sense of bemusement. The poor blue skin bastard hadn't died quickly like the rest, having been left to hold his guts in and slowly bleed out from the blunt force trauma and saber slashes inflicted by herself truly.

"You poor subhuman trash, do yourself a favour, who among you is the head of this...," she waved her hand about dramatically as if the whole situation was but a theatrical play, "rabble, and I'll make this easy for you, understood?"

Weak red eyes met her own, and the Chiss muttered something incomprehensible under his breath; she leaned in closer, trying to listen to whatever it was he said in his last few moments. She slowly unflipped her knife and pushed it into the man's exposed wounds, twisting as he groaned in agony and pain.


"Talk."

And so he did, giving his answer by spitting a glob of blood in the Kandarans face. Sahar stopped in her tracks, wiping the blood from her brow with confusion and looking down on the blood on her gloves. Confusion turned to anger and anger turned to brute rage as she screamed in his face, lifting him up and slamming his head against the durasteel repeatedly before dropping him and unsheathing her saber in a fit of rage as she ran down the corridor screaming for whoever this Chiss animal was.

"WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUU!."
 
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OPERATION DAMOCLES
ISB/COMPFORCE TASK FORCE
Location: Brask Oto Station, Office Ring Eight, sub-levels
Equipment: BH-Specter Slicer Vibroknife, Hekler'Kok Survival Machete, DSP-61x Hybrid Pistol, CK-60 01x Disruptor Carbine, Hellion-class Commando Armour Mk I

Sylus had been many a tough spot in his life, but toxic gas and acid rain was something else. Fortunately, the ISB force were all vacuum-sealed, but the acid would be an issue.

<"Seal all suits! Thermals up!">

<"Sylus, this is Scimitar. These life-support systems are all zone-isolated, so these explosive charges of mine are pretty much useless now. Might be best if we kept it stealthy this time, we're usually at our best when we strike from the shadows anyway.... We're in deep on this one, my friend. The odds are beginning to stack a little against us now, time to act accordingly.">

<“This is Vixen, to all Imperial units. We’ve just made our way into the base we’ll make our way to the designated waypoints. Hopefully we’ll link up on the way.”>
Sylus had no time to lament the bad position his detachment was in. Several Chiss operators broke from the smoke and turned to fire at him. Sylus' enhancements kicked in, stretching his perception, allowing him to gun down two of them and charg at the other, using his body as a battering ram to kick open the door to one of the office rooms on this upper level. The effect wore off and Sylus got to his feet and shut the door, hauling over a chair to jam it and stopping the flow of smoke into the room. The Chiss on the ground struggled to his feet before Sylus landed a spinning kick to his head.

Sylus accessed his comms and cranked up the broadcast range, switching to the wider range but less encrypted frequency. Wherever the other detachments were, they needed to know. And if the Chiss overheard... well, that would help with drawing the heat to him.

<"This is acting commander of Detachment Three to all friendlies in range: Blue Sun Contingency. Repeat, Blue Sun Contingency. Good hunting."> He switched to the secure channel that would reach the ISB units in this area:

<"You heard me. Scatter and head to rally point Aurek-4. Blue Sun Contingency. Good hunting.">

Sylus knew that any CompForce and ISB troopers in range would understand the order: it meant to take any means of egress to Aurek-4 (a pre-planned rally point on the central level of the staion); rooms, tunnels, shafts, any way. They were also to destroy or disable any life support system they come across and delay pursuers as much as possible.

Someone was kicking at the door. Sylus grabbed the corpse and held it as a shield, readying a flash just in time before an explosive blew the door open, sending shrapnel stabbing into the body. A few pieces pinged off his helmet.

Sylus reacted immediately, throwing the corpse forward, flash grenade stowed in its mouth. It slumped forward and out the doorway, before detonating. The flash of light would momentarily fry the thermals of the Chiss outside, and Sylus rolled forward, out of the room, his Force senses nudging him slightly to avoid most of the charric fire that splashed aimlessly around him. A single bolt caught his arm and he fell to the side, rolling deeper into the smoke. By the time the Chiss outside were up, Sylus was ready, and he pounced on them from the smoke, machete in hand and pistol in the other. The vibro-machete flashed forward, chopping into the neck of one Chiss as Sylus fired the pistol's sonic underbarrel. At this close-range, it would hit several of the Chiss, and importantly, do enough damage to crack at least some of their armour, allowing the gas to seep in. They knew this too, and the other two Chiss in the engagement fell back into the room Sylus had vacated, slamming the door shut.

Sylus checked his tactical sensor. The ISB forces were fanning out. Some had entered the office rooms and were heading into connecting rooms that led deeper into the station, others entered maintenance shafts and out of sensor range. Several opened the blast door and disappeared back where they had originally entered the area from. Some appeared to be pinned down on the lower level, and Sylus knew he could get them unpinned for relatively little effort.

Striding to the abandoned E-WEB he had earlier cleared, Sylus stowed his weapons and picked it up with both hands. With his enhancements, Sylus easily lifted the repeater into his hands and broke into a jog, opening fire with the repeater at those Chiss still on the upper level shooting down. The sensor in his helmet showed the pinned CompForce troopers move away, and Sylus considered his job done. He stopped, dodging blaster fire that now headed his way, and bashed through the nearest office door using the heavy weapon. His armour's filters were working fine, but he knew not to push his luck on this kind of thing, as he could already sniff something strange in his helmet.

Stomping through the room, Sylus smashed through the door on the other end, taking reference from the schematics downloaded into his helmet. He worked his way deeper into the station, stopping every so often to lay an ambush behind an office desk with the E-WEB in his hands at pursuing Chiss. The walls, doors and furniture of the office rooms were great at breaking line of sight, preventing the Chiss from tracking him. After a few minutes of this, he felt satisfied that his first wave of pursuers were done.

Time to move up in the world, he thought, shooting open a ceiling grille with the last of his E-WEB ammunition. Ditching the repeater, Sylus hopped up into the ceiling and began crawling.
 
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SERGEANT GAVYN BERAND
IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES 'STORM COMMANDOS'
501st LEGION, SCAR SQUADRON
OPERATION: TRIDENT
NIRAUAN, 876


Location: Tansen Dam, Nirauan
Tags: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris | Andro Stratus Andro Stratus
Gear: Storm Commando Armor | Service Rifle | Concussion Rifle | Pistol | Vibroknife | Grenades and other explosives

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It was nice here. Peaceful. Quiet. SCAR stalked forward silently through an open field. Yellow grass swayed gently in a pleasant breeze, rustling only slightly as the three troopers passed by. In some ways it reminded him of his home on Garqi, and the farm he had grown up on. That wasn't what was at the forefront of his mind, though. The soldier in him, the instincts he had picked up in his, were screaming at him. The squad was in the open with relatively little solid cover; moreover, their approach had been almost too easy. Something had to be coming for them, and soon.

It seemed like Reaper was on the same wavelength, at least in this regard. Gavyn was already ready to hit the deck when she sounded off; as soon as she did, he dropped. A torrent of charric and repeater fire tore through the glade, filling the air with a storm of plasma that threatened to cut down anyone who dared stand up in it. How fortunate they were, then, to be caught right in the middle of it.

As he hit the dirt, it occurred to Gavyn that he had gotten used to fighting the Mawite hordes. This was not the head-on charge of bloodthirsty, undisciplined marauders and fanatics seeking to glorify their dark gods. No, this was a well-executed ambush from two sides by a trained and prepared foe. In some ways it was refreshing to have an enemy that wasn't completely insane. In others, mowing down lines of Moon Children was considerably simpler.

<Berand! Let a rip at those fuckers to our right! Ring 'em like bells!>

The young man smiled beneath his black helmet. Time to light the Chiss the fuck up. "Shit, you ain't gotta tell me twice!"

Gavyn deployed his personal shield from the vambraces in his armor, then rose from prone to as low a crouch as his frame could manage. Copying Lily, he shouldered the concussion rifle with one arm, bracing its barrel on the shield, and opened up on the enemy to their right. The rifle was capable of fully automatic fire, but that would have thrown any kind of precision out the window. Instead Gavyn fired as quickly as he could in semi-auto mode, pausing only for a split second here and there to readjust the rifle's aim. Round after round flew from its barrel, streaking through the field and into the Chiss positions. One explosion, and then another, and then another, again and again. A steady series of concussive blasts detonated among the ranks of the Chiss ambushers, wreaking havoc among their ranks.

Still they poured on fire, and still Gavyn returned fire. "They've got us in a crossfire!" He shouted to Lily as he slapped another power cell into the CF6. "We can't stay here!"

 
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OPERATION KNIGHTFALL

407th Regiment- "Hellions"

Allies: Sahar Sahar | Rakaan Horne Rakaan Horne | Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku Aoki-Barran Mira Aoki-Barran Mira
Enemies: Sinestra Sinestra | Tris

Objective: Subdue Tris.

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Marching orders received from, Matma and Rakaan Horne Rakaan Horne moved to take down Tris . Matma snorted when he heard his counterpart:

"Careful, Matma." He cautioned without so much as a look afforded to him, instead focused on the Chiss woman; the second-in-command, as Lucien had named her. True or not, there was no need to ask. "You and I are together on this one." Rakaan commented from beside the Chiss Imperial, content to follow his move.-

"I have a plan", Matma responded, glancing at his fellow Knight. "What we'll do is-"

"I like your eyes," she said in her accented basic. This language was so nasally and thick, it felt like her tongue needed to swell to twice its size to get all the words out right.

"They spark with the fire of a Warrior." She pounced without another word and swung her right lightsaber in a wild upward arc trying to catch him unawares.

Matma was taken aback by her speed, barely jumping backwards.

It still cost him.

Bernu hissed and reflexively Force-pushed the Knight backwards, clasping a hand over his now ruined right eye. The swing- had it struck true- would have cleaved his head in two. Instead, it had merely cut an arc, starting at the forehead, curving through the eye, before ending near his cheek.

"I sincerely hope that wasn't a joke", he quipped at the woman, staring at her through his remaining glowing red eye.

Initiating a Force-Meld, he communicating telepathically with Rakaan.

{Change of plan. I wanted us to flank her, but I'm experiencing some depth perception issues}

Matma began gathering the Force as began a strange kata.

{Engage her...}

Kata completed, he moved his arms in a circle as they began glowing.

{...I'll pin her down.}

With grunt and sudden movement, Matma thrust an arm forward, and the room smelled of ozone. Emerald lightning crackled out from his forefinger and middle finger pressed together, flying towards Tris.
 
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Location: Brask Oto Command Station, The Redoubt
Objective: Operation Damocles
Tags: Sylus (Γ059) Sylus (Γ059) [] Jordi Massad Jordi Massad Yuna Kai
Kit: Storm Recon Mk. II, AP-25i 'SIMP' Particle Beam Blaster


Even as they regrouped things still weren't going well. Soon the tide had turned and instead of suppressing the Chiss, they were now the ones being suppressed. Volff felt a blaster bolt ricochet off his shoulder pad and another off the side of the helmet. "Shit! Fall back, fall back!" he called out to his troopers, one of whom had already been hit in the arm. As they withdrew he heard a flurry of comms over the ISB net, callsigns of all kind either regrouping or attempting to hit their designated target. "Should've stayed in my lane working counter-insurgency" he said to himself.

Before he could even react the chamber rapidly filled with green gas and then came the acid. He heard the cries of a dying Compforce trooper which was quickly followed by retching as he breathed in the fumes, the acid melting off his respirator. Kastav watched as his own HUD began to glitch as his suits systems began to be affected by the acid. It would only be a matter of time before he shared the same fate. "With me!" he shouted at the few men around him and he made a break for the office rooms. He ignored the cries for help from men unlucky enough to be injured, it was too late for them anyway, helping would only get Volff killed.

Kastav was straight into the room and counted as 3 men bolted in right after. As soon as they were in he sealed the door, dooming anyone else who was too slow to get to them to the gas and acid. He took a second to breath and rested against the wall and closed his eyes. "Anyone hit?" he said before looking around to the soldiers around him. They looked in a story state, the acid having deformed their helmets in armour. "Blueskins got me in the arm." said one and another unclipped his chsetplate, revealing a nasty burn from the acid on his back. "As long as you can keep walking you're fine." Kastav said before voices once again spoke over the comms.


<"Sylus, this is Scimitar. These life-support systems are all zone-isolated, so these explosive charges of mine are pretty much useless now. Might be best if we kept it stealthy this time, we're usually at our best when we strike from the shadows anyway.... We're in deep on this one, my friend. The odds are beginning to stack a little against us now, time to act accordingly.">

<"The odds are more than against our favour, bastards got chemical weapons."> he interjected. Not entirely appropriate use of ISB comms but the young Volff just needed to get it out of his system.

<"This is acting commander of Detachment Three to all friendlies in range: Blue Sun Contingency. Repeat, Blue Sun Contingency. Good hunting.">

Jalter listened as Sylus spoke before replying. <"Received. Preacher is moving to Aurek-4."> he said before looking around at the few troopers around him. "Lets get to Aurek-4. We'll hit any vital systems on the way. If we can't take down the Chiss command personally then we'll just have to make sure the station kills them instead." he continued. He looked down at his ruined pistol and dropped it to the floor. He walked past the Compforce troopers, grabbing a pistol from the acid burnt man's holster before heading forth to the connecting rooms. The men followed him as he move forward, blasters raised.

 


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Fortunate Son

Special Commando Advanced Recon
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Objective: Operation Trident
Location: Nirauan - Tansen Dam Approach
Tags: Gavyn Berand Gavyn Berand | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Andro Stratus Andro Stratus

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In an instant, literally all hell had broken loose. It was against Margo’s nature to commit to walking through such an open and exposed area as a glade within a forest, and although every fiber of her being had protested against such an avenue of approach, she had defied her instincts and followed along as their squad leader led the way. Her senses were on high alert, with the very silence which surrounded them in and of itself putting her on edge. Just as they committed past the ‘point of no return’ into the glade, that is when everything went haywire.

The first and only warning she heard was Reaper shout out the word: <Shields!> . Instantly, Margo tapped the command on her wrist, with a shimmering field shrouding her form as she simultaneously dropped down to the ground. A trio of high-intensity charric rounds whistled past her head as she hit the ground, her practiced reflexes instantly returning fire with several three round bursts at the direction of the heavy repeater nest. As the remainder of her squad sought cover, the orders came barrelling in through their shared comm channel.

<Liaeris! Put that damn jammer out of commission, stat! I don't care how you do it, just do it! We'll cover!>
Oh, that’s it? She just had to disable the jammer? ’No big deal, I’ll just get right on that.’ Margo thought sardonically as she ducked from the opening fusilade of infantrymen on their flank. Rather than venting her frustration over the broad-stroke order, she instead said: <”Copy.”>

There was no time to think. There was hardly any time to act. If they stayed here much longer, they would most certainly either be killed or captured by the encroaching defenders, who appeared dead set in turning all three of them into riddled corpses. She didn’t have a jetpack or armored vehicle, and as fate would have it - she forgot to pack her rocket launcher along with her lipstick. In short - she was in her element.

As they ventured into the glade, she had noted the presence of defilades flanking the glade on either side. The heavy repeater fire originated from a well hidden and fortified nest directly in front of them, and the infantry squad assailing them from the right flank currently occupied one of the two defilades. The first order of business would be to get the frak out of the killzone, yet rising to her feet to double time it to the left would be a surefire way of presenting a prime target for their bloodthirsty assailants. Instead, she went about it the old-fashioned farmgirl way. She tucked her rifle tight to her chestplate, and kicked off with her right leg to initiate a roll to the left side. It was slow going in the first moment or two, but eventually her momentum coupled with the slight incline of the glad, easing her body’s trajectory to roll off and to the left to the opposite defilade.

As she dropped down below the field of fire, a stray charric bolt impacted against her shoulder pad dead-center, adding slightly additional force to her emergence from the roll. She caught herself on the far side of the glade, grunting from the mild exertion of literally ‘rolling about in the dirt’ as well as from the blaster shot that caught her. Thankfully, her shields and armor had taken the majority of the punishment, for she did not have any more time to linger. She quickly activated her stealth dampeners, and crouched below the edge of the defilade to mask her movements.

An obedient soldier would simply abide by the letter of the orders given to them, and focus on the objective of disabling the jammer. This was a suicide mission after all, and most grunts would fall back on their training to put the objective above all else. But Margo wasn’t that type of soldier. She had to draw away the attention of those attacking her squad mates, but she also couldn’t sacrifice her approach to the objective.

Whether it was through the force, or simple ‘dumb luck’, an idea stumbled into her mind as she got her bearings. She scrambled into the treeline behind the defilade, sure to keep to the darkness underneath the tree canopy, and set about placing a handful of incendiary charges at the edge of the treeline, at the base of several trees. She spaced them approximately twenty meters apart from each other, moving in the direction of the jammer as she did so. Then, she set them on a timer - primed for detonation within one minute. She thought about rigging a remote trigger, but with the jammer still very much intact, Margo would be lucky if she was able to retain comm signal contact with the rest of her squad. Her voice bled through the comm frequency amidst static interference: <”Sixty Seconds. Mind your back.”> The cryptic nature of her message would be all she could manage as she kept moving. Several seconds had passed as she made her way to the edge of the treeline approximately twenty meters away from the Heavy Repeater nest, approaching from the western flank in an attempt to take advantage of a blind spot from the Heavy Repeater Nest. She then set about moving more silently - more deliberately - positioning herself past the nest at a 45 degree angle to the north, placing the nest between her and the explosives back from the direction whence she came.

Margo took cover behind a tangle of brush and peered down at her chronometer, and watched the seconds count down.

3...

2...

1...


Three massive gouts of flame erupted down south near where Margo had tucked and rolled down into the defilade along the treeline, with several incendiary explosives detonating with a momentary pause worth two seconds between each set. One would have to be both blind and deaf to refrain from drawing attention to the cacophony of sounds serving as the distraction Margo was hoping would work.

She rounded the spot she took cover behind, and silently attempted to cross the distance to navigate past the nest and into a small ensemble of trees which provided cover; but also a vantage point to visibly see the jammer itself. If her gamble had worked, not only would the remainder of her squad be given the means to effect a fall back maneuver, but the attentions of both the bunker and the squad of troopers would be momentarily directed back to the source of the explosions - or if they were really battle hardened - perhaps even to the skies or to other means of approach further south to find a source of incendiary ordinance.

Whatever the case, Margo needed to get eyes on the jammer itself before she just charged in. She peered slowly around, careful to keep cover between herself and the bunker as she attempted to gauge what lay between her and her ultimate objective.

Much like how a Stalker surveys their prey.

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Objective: Operation Knightfall
Location: The Redoubt Cluster - Deadspace
Tags: Lucien Dooku Lucien Dooku | Open

  • (1) Legate-class Battlecruiser (Flagship)
    • NIV Ave Imperator
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) New Imperial I-class Star Destroyers (Battleline)
    • NIV Triumph
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Voracious
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Bastion IV
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (3) Valiant-class Star Destroyers (Battleline)
    • NIV Orion
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Primus
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Iriad
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (2) Endurance-class Fleet Carriers (Auxilliary Support)
    • NIV Dauntless
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Bellicose
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (6) Tirailleur-class Artillery Frigates (Ranged Support)
    • NIV Trident
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Tiberia
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Rupture
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Revenant
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Maulor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Brutor
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (6) Gurkha-class Corvettes (Ranged Support, Escort)
    • NIV Wasp
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Baroque
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Iridium
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lament
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Prakith
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Ouroboros
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
  • (6) TXS ‘Vandal’-class Corvettes (Escort)
    • NIV Telos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jocasta
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Lorath
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Pharos
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Nebula
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%
    • NIV Jericho
      • Shields: 100%
      • Armor: 100%
      • Power: 100%
      • Subsystems: 100%

While the Knight Chapters of the Empire assaulted the Brask Oto Command Station by means of... quite literally kicking in the door and making as loud of an entrance as possible, it would seem the ’imposing’ and masterful Chiss navy had committed quite eagerly in their attempt to cut off and route the bold maneuver. Yet, in so doing, they gave in to their rapacious appetite, and sorely underestimated the coordination of the Empire. While weakened after the battle of Tython and its surrounding sorties, it would take far more to fully drain the capabilities of such a behemoth of a military power. And now - it was time to demonstrate this fact upon the Chiss rebels.

Grand Moff Ignacious Korvan stood within the observation deck of his flagship, the Legate-class Battlecruiser dubbed the Ave Imperator. His snow-white uniform contrasted against the slate gray-hued durasteel paneling within the bridge, and the similarly colored uniforms of the command staff. The ship’s commanding officer - a portly human male with a trimmed moustache and a Rear Admiral’s badge pinned upon his breast and shoulder epaulets - approached the Grand Moff and offered him a slight bow. ”Sir, the fleet is ready to enter lightspeed upon the designated coordinates at your command.”

”Make it so, Admiral. We mustn’t keep Lord Dooku waiting too long.” Ignacious’ tone was even, a slight touch of severity yet humor in his voice as he gave the order. Wordlessly, the Admiral nodded his ascent at the order, and relayed commands to the bridge crew. Within moments, Battlegroup Vengeance surged into lightspeed in unison, only to spill out into the engagement zone around the command station several minutes after. The Chiss defense forces had assembled a formidable fleet in the form of a solid core of commandeered Imperial Star Destroyers, supported by easily three-dozen heavy cruisers and support craft. Under normal circumstances, it would be quite difficult for even a man of Korvan’s newly arisen station to marshal a force to meet the threat posed by the Ascendancy, due largely to the painful consolidation of power into the hands of a... very paranoid Grand Admiral.

Even still, the Grand Moff called in a few last minute favors to marshal the forces he did into the battlegroup. It wasn’t necessarily difficult to do given his new station, yet he also knew how spiteful some of the senior command staff within the Navy could be at such a mobilization order. Ignacious was of the rather ‘revolutionary’ mindset that he would rather ‘ask for forgiveness’ for ruffling feathers, as opposed to having to explain to the Lord Regent himself why the Nirauan Sector fell to the Chiss. Something told him a fear of Imperial bureaucracy and the sensitivities of certain individuals within it would not be a welcome response.

No, action would be the only acceptable response to the situation. It was with this resolve of purpose that Korvan turned to face the bridge crew, fire in his eyes as he said: ”Focus all firepower upon the rebel star destroyers. Bring them down immediately while we advance. Execute an encircling maneuver, and push inward to the station. The Chiss have overcommitted themselves - I want to take advantage of their foolish mistake. Oh, and one more thing -”

He shot a sudden glance at the communications officer, and added: ”Get me the commanding officer of the existing Imperial Fleet elements on the line, and get me Lord Dooku on the comm as well; NOW.” With purpose, the young lieutenant set about doing as he was bidden, attempting to raise the Heir to the Empire on the comm frequency as he was bidden.

Massive barrages of heavy turbolaser fire and mass driver ordinance streaked across the void, impacting hard against the flank of the Chiss fleet. Clearly, several of their number had focused their power to their forward-facing deflector shields and weapon systems, as several of the star destroyers’ rear compartments erupted in motes of flame and debris. Scores of TIE-fighter & bomber squadrons poured out from the hangar bays of Battlegroup Vengeance, their trademark roar announcing their approach as they streamed through the gap between the two forces.

Frantically, the Chiss fleet responded with scattered volleys of return fire - which pinged against the prepared shields of the Imperial Assault force. Point-defense fire and flak clouds quickly attempted to pepper the no-man’s-land between them, but to no avail. The squadrons quickly found themselves in the midst of the Chiss fleet, with bomber squadrons quick to engage in strafing runs against the larger Star Destroyers. In short, unmitigated Chaos erupted in the Chiss lines, but Korvan knew well that this would be but a temporary state of affairs. He needed to capitalize on this as much as he could. After all...

Twice the Pride, Double the Fall.



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"Save it for a date." Rakaan retorted with the brief tilt of his head, his own saber extended as the two Chiss made remarks to one another. He examined Tris in no more than a second, assessed the stance and his own strike before he let the intrusive voice into his mind. He listened to it, and witheld for a moment more.

Rakaan made for an effort to encircle the Chiss rebel, to combat her from two sides. Defendable as it was, the hours thrown into exercises from the new Chiss threat remained an unknown to him. Matma thrust outwards, and in that second had Rakaan slashed across - aimed for the left shoulder, across her torso, down to the waist.

"If there ever is one."

 

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Recent Actions
  • Battalions under Silvertongue stop retreating and dig into fortified defensive positions
  • Silvertongue acquires artillery support from Fort Yularen
    • Artillery strike on Chiss breakthrough near 1st Company
    • Turret #04 fires APHE hypervelocity shells at Chiss heavy walker containing General Vinor
  • Bigfoot launches an incremental assault on General Stini's lines
  • Bozo and allied armor pursue Rhugo's armor into Stini's lines
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Featured above: Interior of Repulsorlift MCC "Initiator"

Operation: Phalanx
Operational Support: 709th / Aerys Fortan / Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih | Goidels / DECEASED Aron Gowrie DECEASED Aron Gowrie | | 313th / Asanté Tsilor Asanté Tsilor
Opposing: 1st Chiss Expeditionary Army under Seydou of Thyrsus Seydou of Thyrsus

[Nines, this is Silvertongue. Command 1 appears to have completely fallen for our retreat. We're within ten meters of our stiffening spot now. Should we engage with the fort batteries?]

[Silvertongue, this is Nines. Engage with fort batteries.]

[Understood.]

So far, "Operation Pipeline" had been going swimmingly. Silvertongue had overextended the Chiss right flank, Bigfoot was holding his ground with light casualties, and the commands of Bozo and Wildcat were forcing a rout on the Chiss left. Soon, Bigfoot too would advance, pounding the Chiss center head-on while Bozo and Wildcat smashed their left flank, hopefully forcing the entire army to retreat westwards to the sea. It was almost too good.

Surely enough, it was.

One second, FN-999 was walking over to one of his techies, a request for a casualty report on the tip of his tongue. The next, utter pandemonium. He could only see white, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't feel a single bone in his body. For a moment, he registered nothing.

Then came the pain.

At first, it seemed to come from all over. However, it soon concentrated itself in his hands and his torso. Both felt as if they were deeply pierced by sharp objects, almost all the way to the bone. Something had broken his armor in those areas to cause him such excruciating pain. However, he wasn't sure what had caused it. Enemy fire? No, he had been inside something. A vehicle. A mobile command center.

At once, every other sensation came back to him.

Something had destroyed Initiator. Twisted shards of glass and bars of steel, some on fire, were all that remained of the repulsorlift command center. The pile of ruins was an irregular mound about five meters tall and littered with human remains. Several twisted bars of steel had pierced his armor, lodging itself firmly into his flesh. However, they had been blunted by his armor. Without it, he would most likely be dead.

He rose from where he had laid haphazardly on the ground, his legs miraculously lacking severe injuries. His face too was injury free, though he attributed that to his reflex to cover it with his hands, which took the brunt of the debris thrown its way. Still, the shock of the attack was enough to leave him dazed. Not since Noris had he felt so off guard.

It was that thought that cleared the last vestiges of grogginess from his mind.


Digging through his waist belt, FN-999 found that he had five bacta pads for his seven wounds. He chose to prioritize the three on his torso and the two on his dominant right hand, leaving only one useless hand. Biting back his cries of pain until his tongue bled, he ripped out each of the five chunks of metal piercing his skin, a considerable amount of blood gushing out with each spike. He quickly covered each wound with a bacta pad, instantly numbing the pain and removing the risk of infection. The bacta did nothing to regenerate his blood loss, but it would help him focus, and that was what he needed for now. Already, he felt his grip on consciousness loosening, his body urging him to enter a restorative slumber.

FN-999 briefly tested his helmet's electronics, finding them all functional. Then, he spoke, still standing within the cover of the ruins.


[908th, this is Nines. Initiator has been destroyed, cause unknown. Requesting immediate medical attention at Initiator's coordinates. Also requesting new command equipment. Bozo, Bigfoot, and Silvertongue, continue Operation Pipeline at your own discretion. Nines, out.]

FN-999 fell to his knees, his blood loss and fatigue getting the better of him. In the distance, he heard stormtroopers yelling to each other and saw through blurry eyes the red crosses of paramedics.

"It's up to you now." muttered FN-999.

Then, he fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.


[OOC: Nines will be back, I'm just going to wait until enough IC time has passed to justify him settling in a new command center.]

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SILVERTONGUE
ArtStation - WW2 trench bunker *Still in Progress*
Key Command Traits: Linguist, Flexible, Cultured
Support: Orik Dakari Orik Dakari
Engaging: Chiss "Command 1"


"They've reached the stiffening point. Let's end this merriment." exclaimed Silvertongue.

"Yes, sir!" replied Major Rafael, one of his subordinates.

Lieutenant Colonel "Silvertongue" had earned his reputation through his mastery of Basic, using powerful language to inspire his troops and secure victory. Even with Nines temporarily unable to command, he had confidence that he could carry out his crucial role in Pipeline to a fault. The Chiss that Nines had designated as "Command 1", apparently led by an imbecile, had charged forwards without delay, leaving Commands 2 and 3 dangerously vulnerable to flanking and infiltration.

"Silvertongue, we're reporting an ongoing Chiss breakthrough near the 1st Company's position." reported Rafael.

"We're too close to our stiffening point to concede now. I'll ensure the line stiffens and then contact Yularen for artillery support. Warn the 1st about the upcoming strike." ordered Silvertongue.

"On it." concluded Rafael.

The two had recently settled into a bunker at the rear end of Silvertongue's lines, just slightly behind the "stiffening point" where the retreat of his battalions was to halt and turn into a static defense on basic trench lines built perpendicular to the bunker. Within the relative safety of the bunker, the pair relayed their orders.


[All left-flank battalions, this is Silvertongue. We have reached our stiffening point. Fortify yourselves and do not give an inch to the traitors. Bigfoot and Bozo will soon reinforce us from the right.]

[1st Company, this is Major Rafael. We are going to be launching an artillery barrage into the gap in your line. Please stand clear within two minutes.]


[Fort Yularen, this is Silvertongue. We are within range. Requesting an artillery barrage at the designated coordinates and the given target.]

[Silvertongue, this is Lieutenant Crescendo from Fort Yularen. Artillery support inbound.]

Several large turrets were built into Fort Yularen for self-defense, each containing the main hypervelocity gun of a HARP artillery unit. Of the twenty batteries in the fort, six could angle to fire in Silvertongue's area. With the Chiss less than half a kilometer away, their accuracy even against smaller targets was greatly improved. Three of the six aimed at the coordinates of the 1st's gap and opened fire twice, each shot delayed by five seconds.

Furthermore, the fort's batteries did not neglect the "given target". A single heavy walker loomed above the Chiss formation, its armored hide shrugging off everything thrown at it. It had been a nuisance for Silvertongue since it first engaged his units, its formidable armament wreaking havoc on his strongpoints. Now, he was more than happy to take the chance to wipe the traitorous contraption out of existence.

A HARP battery on the leftmost corner of the fort turned to face the walker less than half a kilometer away. At such a short distance, with its shells travelling several times the speed of sound, a hit was all but guaranteed. The hypervelocity cannon's advanced targeting systems aimed for the walker's center of mass, while loading an APHEHS (armor-piercing high-explosive hypervelocity sabot) round.

Without any further hesitation, it let a shot loose.


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BIGFOOT
Key Command Traits: Bold, Social, Opportunistic
Engaging: Chiss "Command 2"

With reports of Bozo's rapid rightward advance coming in, Bigfoot prepared to take the opportunity to support him. His time for idling was over, and he assured himself that he would thoroughly throttle the cautious Chiss commander before the day was up.


[All center-line battalions, this is Bigfoot. Begin an incremental assault, with the most pressure on the right near Bozo and the least pressure on the left near Silvertongue. All artillery battalions, provide incremental cover. Let's make Nines proud.]

With excited battle cries, thousands of stormtroopers rushed out of the trenches, followed by APCs and IFVs. The 908th's artillery redirected their barrages to hit barely a hundred meters in front of the advancing troopers, seriously damaging neither the Imperial nor Chiss lines but mostly obscuring the Imperials from the naked eye.


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BOZO
Key Command Traits: Tank Freak, Aggressive, Loud
Supporting: Goidels / DECEASED Aron Gowrie DECEASED Aron Gowrie


"CHAAAARGE!!!" shouted Lieutenant Colonel Bozo from atop her AT-SAT, its guns blazing.
Bozo's armor had merged with that of the Goidels to form a single wave of steel, smashing into the Chiss left flank like a tsunami. It brought him back to her days as a tank gunner, where she had lost himself in the thrill of the power she possessed and the destruction she wrought upon his foes. Of the four regimental commanders of the 908th, Bozo was the youngest and newest in service, the thrill of youth still ripe in her twenty-nine year old body.

The excitement of the charge filled her with limitless energy, supplemented further by the adrenaline of danger being around every corner. Still, Bozo was confident. Nines was an expert at the strategy and logistics that she found so boring, but begrudgingly admitted were the most important factors for success. From what she had heard, Silvertongue had perfectly fooled his Chiss adversary, and Bigfoot was advancing up to meet her as they spoke.

As long as Bozo continued to play her part, the operation could be a success.

 
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MISSION: ASCENDANCY OF DEFIANCE
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY


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WILDCAT_ONE
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BRIGADIER-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION

BELIGERENTS
(IMPERIAL ARMED FORCES VS. CHISS EXPANSIONARY ARMY)


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Saul Vandron Saul Vandron FN-999 Aerys Fortan Asanté Tsilor Asanté Tsilor
Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Adenn Munin Adenn Munin Alex Eldar Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra


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TRIBULATIONS OF THE WILDCATS: SONS OF HEROES - PART FOUR
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KHISAT OUTSKIRTS, COASTAL WARFRONT,
NEW CARANNIA OUTSKIRTS, NIRAUAN (EARLY-877 ABY)


<"Myles to Wildcat One! These Chiss are being coordinated properly over here! We need to fall back and try another angle to hit them from. Taking serious losses and we're already retreating with the wounded!">

<"Gowrie to Echo Five! Thats a fair-play on my end, jus' double back an' we'll see what we can counter with proper- wait a minute.... Quick question, did your auld-man ever serve in Blue-Heart Brigade by chance?">

<"Correct, Milord. He did, but my father was taken from us in his deployment to Ziost-2 though.... In any case, as for the orders - right away, Milord. I'll make it back in one piece, rest assured. Echo Five out!">


Life and it's many little surprises.
He never expected it, but Lord Aron still knew for a fact that this would become the norm eventually, and yet this realisation was accompanied by a slow-lagging counterpart, the revelation that the Brigadier-General would find himself invested in the prolonged survival of his subordinates. Already expected to be very much in similarly taxing turns of events to those experienced by the Lord-Regent throughout his military career, the Kellas sneered at none in particular as his mind raced with the losses he had already grieved before his promotion to the rank of Brigadier-General, with thoughts of the dead (victorious and unavenged alike) still searing in the forefront of his mind. Though there was no doubt that Barran had been in more scrapes with the Sith and the Maw alike, Gowrie was still gladdened to have been scarred enough that he could offer much and more in his military tenure henceforth, and perhaps enough that he could do things just a little differently to the way his mentor handled warfighting matters.

'Close friend, aye?'

'Something like that, Mulgrew.', Lord Aron replied, closing lips over the sneer as his mind drew into focus once more, drawing to the consideration that victories aplenty could still be snatched up by the Goidels in the following years, the sort that held at least some potential to grant peaceful discharges from service for Wildcat Division's many commoners. It had always fallen to Galidraani officers to hold out to the last in the place of their subordinates, but with any and all of the three Goidelic tribes, their clan chieftains and Free-State officers alike, the training and cultural urge to die as soldiers of the Empire often dictated the nature of their passing; but in this truth, many of those serving with Lord Aron's ilk valued their commanders in stark contrast to their superiors' intentions, and enough that the Free-State and Empire's soldiering caste would go out of their way to keep their heroes alive in turn.

<"McPherson to Wildcat One! Sit-Rep of the latest developments! Bravo Comp'ny pinned down bad, the other five are free to move and setup for ambushes though - and yes. Before ye ask, I took the liberty of getting everything moving preemptively. No need for the back-and-forth relays of orders if we already know what you want.">

<"Works for me, Wildcat Five! All but one thing bih'tt.... Alpha's going to break the Chiss attack on Bravo. Everyone else is free to continue as planned. Besides that, good thinking. No hesitations are permitted, you're not family pets, so no need for approval after briefing. Nicely done.">

<"Thank you, sir. I'll make the adjustments now. Wildcat Five out!">

'I'm starting to like this new roster, Leftenant. It would seem they have their heads screwed on after all.'

The warrior's symbiosis, such that a vast majority of the Galaxy's armies could only dream of, and in the vanguard mentality of the Imperials, none could ever hope to match it; for not only had these stalwart urges become valid winning-formulae within the ranks of Galidraan's finest, but it had become quickly apparent in just about every other Imperial contingent on the ground also, making most fights on the ground as difficult as possible for their enemies from the moment the NIO's first battle was won. The 501st and the 173rd were testament to this, and were testaments to this in the years before the Free-State rose to prominence as well, but the Goidels (in their own wild and erratic ways) had served as exemplars in this aptitude for strategic officer/non-com cohesion.

'Quite right, Milord. But it's still early on in the day, always time for hubris an' it's ramifications after all.'

Not in this fething army, Woad.

Just a glance, just a sideward, brow-furrowed glare, that was all Leftenant Mulgrew needed to know he would need to settle down on talk of that luck-baiting ilk, understanding quickly that he had briefly forgotten the highly-superstitious nature of the Tuaths in particular; and in seeing the brief glance at full intensity, the young Woad understood that his commanding officer was clearly no exception, despite his patience in leaving the issue unaddressed. Letting the silence sit between them, Kier would then let the holographic plinth do the same as he sat in the seat opposite to check on the developing struggle for the western coastline, and in these wordless minutes, all their coordinating efforts would be spent keeping tally of Imperial casualties, confirmed kills and destroyed armoured vehicles along the way, though the lattermost were few and far between in the first salvos of the engagement so far.

<"Alpha Claw to Wildcat Five! We've got visual on Bravo, autonomous procedures are allowed so we're moving in now.">

<"Good.... You know what a Black Cauldron looks like, so bring them the Crucible. Good luck. Wildcat Five out!">
 

Orik Dakari

Imperial Military Police
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Operation Phalanx
908th Legion, 303rd Forward Security Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Platoon, Section 1
Location: Nirauan, Fort Yularen, Left Flank
Objective: Survive

1-8 Heavy Weapon/Reserve FireteamSGT Orik DAKARIPVT Jesamin 'Jes' KINALLPVT Alborn 'Al' JASSAR (replaced by PVT DENON)
1-1 Fireteam 1/ EW-ALE TeamCPL Irican TEPHPVT Sabe OLPHENPVT Mina LENDA
1-2 Fireteam 2CPL Lara DENEPVT Rine DENON (reassigned 1-8)PVT Esac 'Snip' OLCRID
1-3 Fireteam 3CPL Hysal QELLPVT Bles HORNEPVT Neremus SKOS

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Emboldened by his success, General Vinor doubled down on his rapid advance against the weakened left flank of the Imperials. He pushed his infantry elements further in to occupy abandoned or conquered trenches and defensive positions as quickly as possible

"Hold the line!" Sergeant Orik Dakari shouted above the noise of battle. The Chiss were really making a break for it. A dozen IFVs and multiple platoons of infantry were charging into Orik's sector. Orik's squad had linked up with other units in the shortened defensive line, and they now shared a trench line firing into the oncoming Chiss. His squad was on the rightmost flank of Silvertongue's Command, and as the MP looked out to his right, beyond an impenetrable mass of tank traps, barbed wire, electrofence and tangled rubble, he could just make out the rest of the legion in the centre of the battle line pushing ahead.

"1-1, hold this position, I'm going over to the left to supervise," Orik tapped Corporal Teph on the shoulder. The gunner of the repeater team nodded and continued firing into the enemy.

Moving over to 1-3's position, Orik found the wounded Private Horne in a dugout being attended to by a medic. The rest of the fireteam were at the parapets, firing into the enemy.

An explosion blew several soldiers down the line into the sky, sending the rest, including Orik, into a crouch. A direct hit from Chiss armoured support. Before Orik could get up from his crouch, a hail of bolts blasted several Stormtroopers and Army troops from the parapets, but these were coming from the side.

"TRENCH COMPROMISED!" Someone screamed. Orik got to his feet and tapped Corporal Qell from the parapet.

"With you," the other MP nodded. Joining the rush of soldiers that had gotten to their feet, they charged towards the direction of the trench gunfire. Through the smoke, Orik watched the men in front fall, their bodies twisting and screaming. Another explosion, this one smaller, blew smoke and dirt into his eyes. When he rubbed them out of his eyes, Orik realised he was at the front of the counterattack, stepping over the corpses of Imperial and Chiss alike.

He rounded a bend in the trench and stood inches away from a Chiss soldier. Orik reacted first, firing his blaster. As the Chiss dropped, another three charged past him, bayonets flashing. By some miracle, all three missed their shots, but Orik heard a yell behind him, and one fell from a burst of fire from behind Orik. Fueled by adrenaline, the MP lunched forward, blaster barrel smashing into the face of the first Chiss. As she crumpled to the ground, the one behind her attempted to tackle Orik, but Orik fell to the side and the Chiss landed face-first into the mud. Orik got to his feet, losing his grip on his rifle. Drawing his pistol he blew a hole in the back of the last Chiss' head.

It was over in seconds, and the rest of the Imperials stormed past him further into the trench, clearing the Chiss breakthrough. It was probably another few seconds before Orik's stunned mind managed to return to taking in the environment, and he realised Qell lay dead in the mud, his blaster still hot to the touch.

<"Trench cleared, return to parapets,"> came the order over the comms. It was some Stormtrooper or another, Orik wasn't sure, as he was busy placing Qell's corpse into a more dignified resting position in the corner of the trench.

<".... boss, fu... situation... help now-> Orik tapped his comms. It was coming from Teph.

"Come in, 1-1, this is 1-8. Do you read?"

No response.

Orik sped up, moving back to the flank. Another explosion nearby from an IFV gun.

"Enemy armour in direct engagement range!" Private Skos yelled as Orik passed him by.

"I can see that, Neremus. Get your head down and over to the long-range comms," Orik motioned to the dugout where Horne was in.

"Tell Command about the Chiss breakthrough. We might not be able to hold another attack."

Private Rine, popping out from cover to fire a missile, ducked back down and looked up at Orik.

"I'm out of reloads," he said.

"Take the connecting trench, get to the second line, then join me on the right flank."

Orik continued moving back to the right flank. Suddenly, he stopped. He was not sure why at first, before he realised something was very wrong.

There's no firing up ahead.

Meanwhile, by General Stini of the 5INF Division's orders, a team of operatives slips through the breakthrough headed towards the Fort in a bee-line that would have them engage @Orik Dakari 's security detail. Their mission? Disable the Fort's shield generators for an orbital strike.

Orik kept his head down and slowly moved down the trench. Sure enough, there were no Imperials on the flank anymore. Fresh corpses were strewn around the trench. As he moved past the last bend to 1-1's position, he realised why.

Moving across what he thought would be an impenetrable mass separating this flank from the centre battle line were a dozen soldiers. They were dressed in camouflaged armour and bounded over the obstacles with astonishing speed.

Commandos.

One of them, seemingly sensing Orik, turned in his direction.

Orik immediately dived to the ground, keeping out of sight. Around him lay the bodies of the EW-ALE team and other Army troopers. Some appeared to be breathing still. The sound of soft footsteps approached.

He stretched his atm towards a discarded detonator dropped by one of the other Imperials, struggling to reach it without making noise and before the Chiss arrived.

Come on, come on!

Grasping it, he quietly activated it, counting down silently.

He let it cook for a couple of seconds before tossing it up over the lip of the trench. He heard hurried movement and an almost immediate explosion, showering dirt into the trench.

Along with a Chiss detonator.

Orik rolled away, scrambling to climb under the corpse of another soldier. Just as he managed to slip under, the second detonator exploded, and he felt shrapnel pierce the corpse. A shard wedged itself into Orik's upper arm.

Instinctively, he gasped in pain.

"Got one!"

Orik pushed himself under the corpse, grimacing through the pain of the shrapnel digging into him. His blaster too unwieldy for this tight position, he pulled out his pistol and gunned down the first Commando that cleared the lip of the trench. As the first one fell, Orik got out from under the corpse and slipped across the mud into the side of the trench just below where the next Chiss would show up. Another Chiss showed up and Orik impaled him with a blaster bolt.

The discarded EW-ALE was tipped over nearby, and Orik lunged for it, pointing his gun back at where the operatives were coming and firing warning shots. As he reached it, Rine stumbled into this section of the trench.

"Covering fire!" he yelled. Rine, to his credit, immediately took stock of the situation and let loose with his rifle, pinning the Chiss away from the trench.

Together, the two lugged the repeated over to the flank of the trench, deploying it to cover the gap between the central and left flank of the Legion. Half the Chiss operatives were already legging it deeper into the gap while the rest had taken cover and began firing at the pair.

"Sarge, I have missiles now."

"Light up those furthest from us."

The Private nodded dutifully and popped out from cover. A missile streaked away and detonated at the farthest end of the Chiss column, sending them sky-high.

"Got th-" a blaster bolt hit the Private in the helmet, and he fell.

"Chit!" Orik ducked. The covering fire was too much, as he crawled over to the long-range comms unit nestled into the collapsing wall of the trench, he keyed his local communicator unit to call for back up from the rest of the defensive line. When he finally reached the long-range communicator:

<"This is 1st Company, our lines are being infiltrated in the flank at the gap with the central Command. Request danger close artillery support immediately-">

Orik jumped as a blaster bolt flew past his shoulder and slagged the unit. Whirling around, he opened fire with his blaster, killing another operative. The MP knew more were coming in to storm the trench, and just as he tossed his last detonator over the side of the trench, an operative scrambled over, landing a solid blow to Orik in the skull with his gun just as the detonator exploded. As he fell to the ground, his vision rattling, Orik heard a priority signal warbling out of the somehow-still-functioning comms unit:

[All left-flank battalions, this is Silvertongue. We have reached our stiffening point. Fortify yourselves and do not give an inch to the traitors. Bigfoot and Bozo will soon reinforce us from the right.]

"Easier said than done," Orik sputtered to himself as he dragged himself to his feet. The Chiss commando had gotten to his feet too, and Orik watched him pull the shrapnel out of his arm and toss his broken pistol aside before drawing a vibroknife.

"You've got to be kidding me," Orik groaned as the operative charged the sergeant. Unable to draw his baton in time, Orik dodged back, out of the lunge and the follow-up slash. His training kicked in and he went for an arm lock, aiming to subdue the commando, but the Chiss twisted out of his grip, reversing the hold with his free arm and pushing down on the shrapnel in Orik's arm, sending the MP to his knees. Orik struggled to keep the Chiss' knife away as it slowly inched towards his eye.

THWACK

The Chiss dropped like a brick, and behind him stood Teph, covered in blood and mus like he'd risen from the grave, missile launcher in hand.

"Glad you could make it."

Teph helped Orik up and the two crawled over to the EW-ALE. The rest of the Chiss operatives were still in cover, probably checking to see if their flank was cleared.

[1st Company, this is Major Rafael. We are going to be launching an artillery barrage into the gap in your line. Please stand clear within two minutes.]

"We need to pin them here," Orik said. Teph nodded and grabbed the controls of the repeater. firing into the Chiss in cover.

"DIE MOTHERF-" the rest of Teph's shouts were drowned out by a single artillery shell landing in the gap. A pre-fire ranging shot? Or a stray tank round?

Orik took the opportunity to get up to the trench lip and fire with his blaster, taking careful shots at any Chiss that broke from cover to leave the area and infiltrate deeper into Imperial lines. It was hard to tell, and Orik was unsure if he shot any of them.

"Sarge, the repeater is overheating," Teph said after half a minute. "Must be damaged, gotta cool it off."

Orik nodded.

"We have missiles."

In rapid succession, the pair managed to work the damaged Harbinger launcher, firing off a pair of missiles. No Chiss went flying this time, but the angry replies of blaster fire told them the Chiss were still there, either pinned down or slowly crawling away.

Too slow to escape, Orik thought, looking at his chronometer.

"How long more?" Teph gasped as they ducked back into cover to load the last two missiles in.

"As long as is needed," Orik grimaced. From behind, he heard the stomping footsteps of friendly Stromtroopers. Several showed up, bewildered at the scene.

"Stay down and provide cover fire! Pin the traitors down in the rubble!" Orik pointed. The troopers got to work, lining up at the trench lip to fire steadily into the enemy. Orik went back to the repeater, firing off short bursts.

Just a little longer, just a little longer...

From behind, Teph fired another missile. As it streaked towards the Chiss, the deep rumble of artillery rolled down from the fort...

Several large turrets were built into Fort Yularen for self-defense, each containing the main hypervelocity gun of a HARP artillery unit. Of the twenty batteries in the fort, six could angle to fire in Silvertongue's area. With the Chiss less than half a kilometer away, their accuracy even against smaller targets was greatly improved. Three of the six aimed at the coordinates of the 1st's gap and opened fire twice, each shot delayed by five seconds.

"TAKE COVER!"

The heavy artillery rocked the trench, even despite the distance from the shell impacts. The troopers ducked flat, pressing themselves into the earth, praying that a stray shell or secondaries would not kill them. The barrage lasted less than a minute, but the iron thunder seemed to last forever.

Orik realised it was over when his eyeballs stopped vibrating. He slowly got up and peered over the trench. The area the Chiss were taking cover in was totally flattened. He did not know if any Chiss made it out alive, but the stray body parts across the gap implied few did.

"Incoming armour!" One of the Stormtroopers yelled. Before Orik shifted the EW-ALE back to the front, he checked on the other men lying in the mud. Surprisingly, many were still breathing, and he and Teph dragged them over to the medical station as the next round of fighting started.

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OPERATION PHALANX
Orbit over Nirauan
Aboard Chimera Man-of-War: Chimera's Breath

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Enemies: FN-999 | Orik Dakari Orik Dakari | DECEASED Aron Gowrie DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Asanté Tsilor Asanté Tsilor | Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih
Allies: Seydou of Thyrsus Seydou of Thyrsus

Admiral Orn'om watched the space battle above the Imperial held Nirauan. The fleet here, though formidable, was taking a beating the likes it had never seen before. With Imperial Forces in such disarray after the Battle of Tython and the Reclamationists' lightning strike from the Redoubt, it was no surprise that they'd be weak. But this? Well, the Chimera did not say no to an easy meal.

"Admiral Orn'om," One of the weapons officers stood and passed along a questis.

"Orbital bombardment, Imperial push at Fort Yularen, hmmm...." Orn'om's eyes read line after line, the request sinking in. "That would be rather close to our own forces would it not Mid Captain?" The weapons officer's brow furrowed.

"Yes Admiral, that's why I thought it was strange and brought it to your attention." Orn'om shrugged. What Faraak wanted and what was possible were often two distinct things. Wherever he was on the battlefield he must have been safe enough that a danger close attack like this did not discourage him. His eyes fell on the officer who was still fidgeting in his Reclamationist uniform.

"Do you think your gunners can make such a shot?"


"They are up to the task, hitting the target isn't the issue-"

"It is the residual heat from the blasts that worries you, yes it worries me as well...We will shift our position. Utilize the Megamasers. They will produce less heat, much of which will be dispersed by the atmosphere anyways." He pressed his thumb to the device and sent the order, the text having changed via voice recognition in real-time. The weapons officer nodded and took the questis back.

"Let us test their mettle. Commence the attack."


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The Chimera's Breath shifted in space, its massive bulk turning to expose its underside to the planet below. Below decks crews of Chiss gunners began to shift their guns into position per the targeting computer's guidelines. Microscopic shifts were handled by the computer when a gunner moved too far in any one direction. The order came from up top and the cannons fired sending a loud crack and rumble through the megamaser gun decks. Crackling blue bolts flew through space, their energy slowly dissipating the farther it got from the barrel. Not every bolt made it to the planet's atmosphere. Some cracked against already burning Imperial hulls, others slagged floating debris.

Those that did make it screeched through the sky, lighting up the clouds above with their blue light. It started as a dull thud, like distant artillery but as the bolts landed closer and closer the cloud of debris and molten durasteel from walkers and tanks filled the sky. The orbital bombardment fell on the Imperials like a thundercrack. A few bolts pummeled into the shielded Fort as well, their energy dispersed throughout the shield with a loud crackling warble.





 


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Rika Hiro|COMPNOR|Chiss OP
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They'd moved past her for what felt like the millionth time, vengefully looking for the Atrisian who'd slipped their ambush a few minutes prior. Luckily for her, Rika found her sanctuary hidden between two pillars in the corridor, peeking around occasionally to look for any more Chiss. She kept a keen watch on her commlink, carefully turning it down whenever a squad of Chiss ran past to do battle with other Imperials.

<"This is Vixen, to all Imperial units. We've just made our way into the base we'll make our way to the designated waypoints. Hopefully, we'll link up on the way.">- Yuna Kai

Rika perked up at the voice on the commlink, hurriedly bringing it up to her lips to talk in a hushed tone, ever mindful of who or what could come running down the corridor any second.


"Sparrow to Vixen, I'm located on floor three? on my own right now, and I'd really love some support, I'll triangulate my coordinates to your datapad, sparrow out."

She apprehensively put her commlink down, anxiety bound and hands shaky as she gripped her blaster pistol and vacated her hiding spot and took up position opposite.
 

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