Dominion Blood on the Snow | EOTL Dominion of Rhen Vhar (Mercenaries Welcome!)

[Voice of Order]

Blood on the Snow

“Rhen Var may be an icy wasteland, but it is an icy wasteland that is directly next to our capital sector. We must secure it and turn it into a fortress world for the safety of Lianna.”
-Moff Aculia Voland.

“The local population on Rhen Var has rejected multiple favorable overtures for peaceful inclusion into the Empire citing their want for continued independence. Unfortunately this decision cannot be accepted under any circumstance thanks to its proximity to our center of power. We must invade and subjugate the world and its people in order for the greater good and security of the Empire. There are two notable locations on the planet: The Rhen Var Citadel and a site of ancient Jedi ruins dating back thousands of years. Both must be firmly under our control before the world can be considered ours. Do try to minimize the damage and civilian casualties if possible, it is an unfortunate necessity borne out of stubbornness, not malice.”
-Grand Moff Setmarra Tatthel

*Mercenaries welcome, just join the EOTL Discord or PM me.

Objective 1: Assault on the Trenches

The Rhen Var Citadel has since ancient times proven to be the crux of any successful defense of the world, it is one of the only two habitable locations on the planet. Our NISB reports indicate it has been heavily fortified and reinforced in preparation for our invasion. A local planetary shield prevents orbital bombardment of the structure and its surroundings by our capital ships, so this means a powerful ground assault composed of armored elements and infantry will be needed to take it along with various strikecraft for air support. Unfortunately the enemy has set up extensive defensive trenches and emplaced defenses in the frozen ground before the citadel that must be taken before the citadel itself can be stormed and secured. A forward element of our infantry must seize control of this network before the main assault on the citadel can begin. An opening heavy artillery and TIE bomber strike will provide an opening for our troops to pour into the trenches, but from there the fighting must be done in vicious close quarters combat. Air support may assist our troops as well but will have to deal with enemy fighters and heavy emplaced AA defenses.

Enemy Defense Outline/EOTL Arty Breach Locations.

Objective 2: Investigate the Jedi Ruins

Rhen Var, despite its climate, is the site of extensive Jedi ruins ranging from pre-Republic era up until the modern day. It is presently a site of pilgrimage and refuge for various anchorites and errant untrained Force wielders, with rumors of there being a small amount of rogue Jedi guarding the various ancient temple complexes along with caretaker droids. All of these must either be allied with or cleared out if we are to have true control of the planet, and relics secured for transport back to Ossus for the Inquisitorious to study and keep safe from the hands of the public. Strike forth and secure this area for the Empire!
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[Jegy Sesara]

"Glory to the Bogan!"
"Glory to the Ashla!"
"How are you friend, you come to make the pilgrimage again?"
"Aye, the ruins keep calling to me. Never know exactly what else be down there."
"Indeed! More and more things to be found!"
"Yeah and...wait, what is that noise?"
"Over the horizon, there seems to be a-"

THOM!!!!

Objective 2: Investigate the Jedi Ruins
Currently in: Tengo Assault Armored Carrier

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"We should have asked their surrender first! What is wrong you with you?"
"Sorry sir, new model...I must have hit the disruptor by mistake."
"By mistake?! Who designs a loudspeaker next to a disruptor button!"

There came the argument from the pilot and an officer as they kept walking up the large canyon in their walker. They approached their destination as several troops were ready to repel down on a moments notice. Jegy had just been recently freed and more or less, found it very annoyed at how the quality of some of the newer Court of Blades pilots have been turning out int he past few years. They needed to get their act together...part of the element of surprise was already gone.

"Deploy the lines! We need to get going now!"

There was a loud KA-POW of smoke being deployed underneath as soldiers were being zipped down the rappel line with the Sullustan following soon after. Moving a bit quickly towards the entrance, there was a soft knocking noise as there was almost nothing left of the stone...much less the people that were guarding it as even the lightsabers had been melted.

 

[DS-435-2]

Objective 1​

"First day, first flight. This'll be fine. Fun, even. Just like the simulations, right?"

First day jitters was an understatement. There always came a time in a cadets life where they stopped being a cadet and flew into their first actual battle. It was no different for Jenn. She was the pride of her family, a Chiss Imperial through and through. And a damn good pilot, even from a young age. Not that she was particularly old right now. Fresh faced from the academy. The only thing that really covered that youth was the black armor she wore alongside all the rest of the Tie pilots she was marking into the hangar with.

She didn't hesitate to clamber into her tie fighter. A flying coffin was the term most used, and yet for her, there wasn't anything more familiar, more comfortable. Even as nervous as she'd been getting into the vessel, flicking the switches to set the engine, prime the weapons, all if it just relaxed her outright. She just needed to get her hands on the controls and take off. Plan was simple from the briefing. Soften up the trenches with some flybys and make sure friendlies could punch right through.

Easy.

"Spector 2 online and ready."

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags: DS-435-2 | OPEN
Location: Iron Legion Command Post - EotL Battle-Line
Equipment: In Bio

This was the moment the newly grown Iron Legion was waiting for. While normally I would be in orbit on the Requiem, the shield made for my fleet to only be useful as a carrier post for any strike craft called down by the troops under my command here on the ground. In the meantime, I was here in the trenches with the rest of my men. It was certainly different than sitting in my Admiral's chair in the bridge of the Requiem, but it seemed to embolden the men of the Iron Legion against the tremendous battle ahead.

My army has grown from the wastelands of Lotho Minor to the streets of Desevro. In a matter of weeks, its ranks of swollen to massive proportions. While pacifying Desevro might have been the first test outside of Lotho Minor, that was more of a display for my new colleagues in the Empire of the Lost. Quelling rebellious civilians was something these soldiers have grown well-acquainted with doing while taming the one city on Lotho Minor. Today, however, was truly a test, as the Iron Legion now faced open battle for the first time.

I walked through the trenches in the uniform of the Supreme Commander. It was partially due to me wanting to set an example of uniformity with my troops, but also being enclosed in the suit of armor the uniform was allowed me to withstand the cold easier. It seems the others of my troops were having a similar feeling with them enclosed in their suited uniforms as well. The snow crunched and sloshed as I walked in the trails beaten down by the others in this trench. Troopers surrounded me. Some where on the ramparts firing away at the local troops fortified across several meters of no-man's land. Others were sitting on the makeshift benches either made from ledges dug out in the snow and earth, or pieces of metal shoved into the side of the trench to a point stable enough for human weight to be put on it.

Escorting me were four Ultranauts clad in the heaviest armor the Iron Legion had at its disposal. I could hear Officers around me barking out orders through their gask-masked helmets for the Troopers to rally at certain points. Towards the back-line, companies of Engineers manned the artillery shelling the enemy positions. I, and my escorts, did not flinch at the slightest. The Ultranauts could credit their rigorous and intense training at the hands of the training instructors of the Eternal Empire, I simply have grown desensitized to gunfire over the course of my career in the Eternal Navy where I regularly saw entire vessels exploding into pieces in the void of space causing who knows how many lives to be choked out in the cold blackness of space.

For several days, this cycle of infantry shooting at each other of hopes of hitting something across no-man's land, and a back-and-fourth of artillery volleys. However, it seems now we woud finally see the break we were waiting for. My escort approached the makeshift headquarters for length of trenches occupied by the Iron Legion among the Imperial lines. The Generals present soluted in the fashion of the Eternal Empire with a fist over their heart and stiff posture.
"At ease, gentlemen.", came my voice through the gas-mask's modulator.
"Supreme Commander, we have received word from High Command. The Imperial attack line will be receiving reinforcements. We will likely see air strikes pummeling the enemy position. It might give us the break we need to advance."
"Additionally, Surpeme Commander, it seems us communicating in High Imperial here works in our favor. The locals have yet to decipher the language of the Eternal Empire. However, we have managed to tap into their comms that would go off world. If they reach out to anyone beyond this world, we will know."
"Very good. Prepare the Engineers to have armored companies at the ready. Whenever the air strikes come, our tanks will grind down their lines while our infantry takes over the trenches. For when the charge is made, make sure to keep artillery firing. Have the shots angled towards the enemy's back trenches. Pummeling their back lines will keep their front lines vulnerable for us to slaughter. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Supreme Commadner!", they all said in unison while giving the solute once more. I would return their solute before the alarms started sounding off. The enemy was returning artillery fire. Thus, the soldiers of the Iron Legion took to the bunkers and dugouts along the trenches bracing for the bombardment. The rhythm of trench warfare allowed battles to be put onto time-tables. It just so happened, with the current estimates made by the Officers of my army that this return volley was right on schedule. In the meantime, all we higher commanders could do was wait it out in our dugout headquarters while monitoring the channels of the rest of the Imperial line. We just needed to hold out a little while longer before air support would come in.

 

[Bella]

Location: Lower Atmosphere over Trenches - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches - Close Air Support and Air Superiority
Tags: DS-435-2 Katherin DuPorcelen

As many fighters, bombers, and other craft she had shot down over her career, Bella had never once destroyed a tank, much less any target on the ground. Quite simply, she was a vac-head to the extreme. She had honed almost her entire skill set towards shooting down enemy fighters and interceptors. In that regard, Bella might have been out of her element. Fortunately, she had been authorized to fly her primary craft—a TIE/IE Interceptor—for the mission. While it was not strictly optimized for air-to-ground actions, Bella had been tasked with clearing the skies and assisting with close air support. Her interceptor would excel in the former tasking, while at least being serviceable for the latter.

After all, eight beam cannons were hard for a tank to negotiate with.

After sliding down the ladder and into the cockpit of her interceptor, Bella ran the pre-flight checklist before initiating the startup sequences. Switches were flipped, lights turned on, and systems initialized. A few moments later, the twin ion engines purred to life, the subtle vibrations echoing within the Togruta’s montrals as she placed her hands on the control yoke.

“This is Huntsman. All signs report in.” Commander Ichiir spoke, his hissing, clicking voice sounding out over the squadron’s comms. It was a comforting reminder that the Reformist-led Empire welcomed aliens who were even more alien than Bella herself within their ranks. And yet, a part of her wondered if such a thing might have changed under the Hardliners.

"Spector 2 online and ready."

“Miracle reporting green and present.” Bella piped up, speaking just after the fresh-from-the-academy rookie.

“Good.” Ichiir clicked. “Our primary mission for this op is close air support, with a secondary tasking on maintaining air superiority as needed. As we went over in the briefing, be aware of moderate anti-air activity in the area. Keep your eyes on your sensors and watch for target locks. We hold superiority, but we do not have supremacy. Intelligence suggests that we may not have seen the last of the Rhen Var starfighter corps.” Ichiir continued. “All signs initiate launch procedures. For the Empire.”

With that, Bella pushed her thoughts of the Hardliners out of her mind. Then, as soon as the clamps came off of her TIE’s wing pylons, the Togruta pushed the control yoke forward, accelerating her interceptor out of the hangar bay and into the white.

For the Empire.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE/IE Interceptor

• Hull: 100%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
  
  • ECM Suite - Secondary: Inactive
• Spectral Diffuser / Photonic Emitter / Signature Modulator: Inactive

Loadout:

• Armament
  
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Priscilla]

Location: Trenches Outside Citadel - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches
Tags: Katherin DuPorcelen DS-435-2

Priscilla didn’t like fighting groundside.

Nevertheless, she was a stormtrooper first, before being a jet or jumptrooper. That of course implied that she was capable of doing things that stormtroopers did, like assaulting enemy positions via speed, violence, and superiority of firepower. It also meant sucking it up when conditions were not ideal, while enduring any difficulties with a hardy spirit in order to see the mission complete.

With the assault set to begin soon, Priscilla had arrived a few hours before to prepare for its launch. It came as a surprise to see the Iron Legion present as well, their features concealed behind unreadable gas masks and black greatcoats. However, she had been made aware of the fact that this style of warfare was their speciality. As such, they had been fighting in the trenches for weeks already, setting the stagefor what was hoped to be the last push towards the citadel.

As the enemy’s artillery fire began once more, Priscilla found herself hunkered inside of the bunkers, keeping herself occupied by checking over her weapons and equipment. When their air support arrived, they would finally have the opening needed to launch the assault. However, as the foreboding whistles of shells and rockets met her ears, Priscilla found it increasingly difficult to simply wait. She could only hope that the air support would arrive soon.

For now, her only option was to suck it up and hope that she didn't die.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/W-10 Hybrid Gauntlet Particle Blaster - Heavy (2) - L/R
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Blaster Power Pack (10)
    • Plasma Blade - L
    • Whistling Bird Launcher - R
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Deathwasp-series Type-S Antipersonnel Projectile (36)
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 "Virtus" Class Underlay
• F-11E Blaster Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Tibanna Gas Canister
    • Plasma Gas Cartridge (2)
    • Power Cell (10)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-20x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
• Light Rotary Shotgun, Type 1
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 12 Gauge Slug (36)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • 12 Round Rotary Cylinder Magazine
• Baradium-core Code Key Thermal Detonator

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Location: Trenches outside The Citadel - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches
Tags: Katherin DuPorcelen DS-435-2 Priscilla

Trench warfare, a horrible way to fight a war. It was brutal, costly, and slow. Like a massive grinder slowly chewing men and women up as they threw themselves at the lines. Tibera had never fought on such a battlefield, but there were always stories from those (un)fortunate enough to survive the slog of a trench battle. Why were they charging up the snow-covered plains of Rhen Var? Credits, as simple as that. The Moffs were offering a small fortune to any mercenary brave, or stupid, enough to serve on the front line. Tibera was not particularly brave...

In theory this would be a straight forward endeavor. All they had to do was follow the mass of shock troops swarming the front line, take the first trench, and from there kill all poor sods who dared fight back. Were it so easy, there would be far more mercs joining them for this operation. Maybe there were more freelancers around, and they just had a better idea than to charge a blaster nest head first. They probably had the idea to attack where the bombers and artillery had already breached, or where the plumes of smoke could cover their ingress.

A symphony of loud cracks and pews came from the opposing trenchline, blaster bolts flying through the air in a sea of blue light. Men were being struck and killed all around. Return fire was volleyed back at the defenders, but there was no way to tell its efficacy. All there was to do was run, and shoot should the opportunity arise. Tibera was not going to get that opportunity, their ACP array was a close ranged weapon. All that left was running, straight into the teeth of the grinder.

One thing was for sure, this blaster gunner was about to have a bad day. If the merc got into slicing distance that is...

 

[Priscilla]

Location: Trenches Outside Citadel - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches
Tags: Katherin DuPorcelen DS-435-2 Tibera Jessen

The wait felt like ages.

And yet, the assault began faster than Priscilla could have anticipated. Before long, the stormtrooper found herself sprinting across no man’s land, her boots kicking up snow as she ran. All the while, she unleashed a torrent of blaster fire on a repeating blaster nest in the distance, keeping heads down, but failing to score any hits in the process. However, before she advance much further, her energy shield flared to life to intercept a pair of incoming slugs, at which point Priscilla threw herself into the snow. It was only then that she had the opportunity to take in the discordant beats of blaster fire, the echoes of shouts, and the whistle of shells flying overhead. The ambience of the battlefield was a violent, chaotic thing, but it was also deeply invigorating, causing Priscilla’s heart to race inside of her chest.

As she glanced up from her position, she saw a broad-figured, hazard suit-clad mercenary ( Tibera Jessen ) sprinting past. While Priscilla could not help but to feel a level of suspicion towards mercenaries due in part to her ideological motivations, she admired the bravery of that one in particular. Not one to be outdone, Priscilla grunted as she kicked herself off of the ground and launched into a fast jog, her armor’s reactive polymers making the task far easier than it would have been otherwise.

“On your six, mercenary!” Priscilla piped up as she opened fire on the repeating blaster nest. The gunner had poked his head out and caught a bolt to the skull for his mistake, causing his dead body to fall off of the step and down into the trench. “That nest at our one o’clock is my target!” She continued. “We can breach the trench from there. I’ll keep their heads down!” She finished.

Spoiler: Loadout

• FAE/A-11 Imperial Stormtrooper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/W-10 Hybrid Gauntlet Particle Blaster - Heavy (2) - L/R
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Blaster Power Pack (10)
    • Plasma Blade - L
    • Whistling Bird Launcher - R
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Deathwasp-series Type-S Antipersonnel Projectile (36)
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 "Virtus" Class Underlay
• F-11E Blaster Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Tibanna Gas Canister
    • Plasma Gas Cartridge (2)
    • Power Cell (10)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-20x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
• Light Rotary Shotgun, Type 1
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 12 Gauge Slug (36)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • 12 Round Rotary Cylinder Magazine
• Baradium-core Code Key Thermal Detonator

 

[DS-435-2]

Trenches​

All systems go.

Jenn tightened the grips on her controls, narrowed her eyes under her helmet. That moment before the launch, that lull before the rush, it had her heart pounding in her chest. Nerves, excitement, probably fear, they all rushed to her mind. Then the launch came. She felt the weightlessness as her fighter dropped from where it had been stored before the engines kicked on. Then, like so many others, Spector 2 rocketed off in a screaming launch down towards the waiting trench.

The sudden weight on her shoulders as she was pulled back into her chair had all of her feelings gone in an instant. The only thing left was hard, calculated focus. Targets lit up her sensors as she pulled the controls to stay in formation before the lasers of her ship ripped off to light up the first line of the trench. It was easy and practiced.

Until the sound of ties being utterly obliterated filled her muffled ears. The anti air lit up the sky with rows upon rows of lasers, sweeping through the formation before they scattered. She gritted her teeth as another explosion rocked her own vessel before she pulled off. Broke ranks.

"Spector 2, making a run on their gun fortifications."

Priscilla | Katherin DuPorcelen | Tibera Jessen | Bella

 

[Valerian Draak]

Location: Rhen Var ruins
Nearby: Jegy Sesara
Objective: 2


“We’ll be touching down in several minutes.” The pilot said as the gunship would rock back and forth. He could feel the bitter cold start to slowly creep into the warm confines of the transport. Valerian had truly detested worlds such as these, for he couldn’t remember the last time he had went to a frigid world since he had visited the Telos Academy to catalogue it as among the temples of the Jedi Order. Now, he was here where he felt his own bones start to shiver from the intense winds. Despite the temperature regulation of his own armor and his robes, he still felt the bitter welcome that Rhen Var had to offer the Imperials. Still, what drew him here was not just the promise of artifacts to be stored within the great facility on Ossus, No he had been drawn by the promise of Jedi where he was seeking revenge for his rude awakening.

“Alright boys it’s drop time.” The pilot would say as the gunship doors would open. Lines of cable would be tossed from the gunship, and the snow troopers would start to rappel down the cable. Valerian would would by placing his crescent guard of his saber through the cable, to which he would follow quickly downwards. He would drop from above onto the upper levels of the ruins, in hopes of seeking out the Jedi, or the artifacts that was there. He also hoped to keep the element of surprise as he dropped down through the roof.

“All of them are here sir.” The trooper would say to Valerian as he stood up through the dark, and ancient ruins. He could feel the Force stir but couldn’t describe it. The aura had felt familiar, and still the ruins had felt very old. He ignited his crimson blade, and with his eyes he tried to look for thermal readings that could make location easier. “Good, fan out and search the ruins. I want the Jedi alive if possible. If not you know what to do.” Valerian said his tone cold as the howling winds.

 

[Tibera Jessen]

Location: Trenches outside The Citadel - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches
Tags: @Priscilla Katherin DuPorcelen DS-435-2

Just as Tibera was about to feel the catharsis of killing that gunner, they heard a call. One of the troopers wanted their attention, one with a familiar sweetness to her voice. A voice like that was like music interlaced amongst the report of blasters and the whistle artillery flying through the air. "Good shot trooper, I'll pay you back for that one." Maybe the rumors about stormtroopers and shooting were wrong after all.

With the first of the repeater turrets silenced, an opening was formed in the trench, but it wouldn't stay open forever. Soon enough more soldiers would make their way here to close the hole in the line. It was like trying to stomp out ants in that regard, there would always be more. Best to keep hitting them then, until it was done. Tibera leapt over the side of the trench, their suit's metal housing clanking as it impacted the hardened earth below. A soldier was there to intercept the marauder as they entered the fortification. The mercenary stood up slowly, their right armblade ejecting quickly.

Tibera lunged forward, their vibroblade humming as it made it's way through the air. With surprising quickness the soldier raised his rifle to stop the blade, only to watch it cut through his weapon. Sparks flew and metal whined as it was split apart, horror painting the man's face. He took a few steps back, fumbling for an older model blaster pistol. Tibera used this moment to their advantage, jabbing the man in the chest with their right blade. One kick freed the blade up for further use, dropping the soldier to the ground.

One down, a whole army to go, better make quick time to that other repeater turret.

 

[Bella]

Location: Lower Atmosphere over Trenches - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches - Close Air Support and Air Superiority
Tags: DS-435-2
Theme: Danger Zone

Seeking to seize the advantage of altitude, Bella pitched the nose of her interceptor upward to initiate a climb as she closed in on the AO. Upon arriving, the Togruta circled around the edge of the battlespace at high altitude while most of the other TIEs sped in to launch their attack runs. In doing so, she mentally noted the concentrations of AA emplacements on the surface, some of which were partially camouflaged to obscure them from view.

“Good splashes Spector 2 and 4. Watch for AA in sector 15 Besh. They look like laser cannons.” Bella said over comms.

Unfortunately, her warning came a fraction of a second too late.

Bella’s breath hitched in her chest as laser fire began to fill the air, cutting down a number of TIEs. Fortunately, she saw some parachutes indicating that some of the pilots had managed to eject. Immediately, Bella angled her interceptor towards the trenches, before throwing her craft into a dive as she flew towards the AA emplacements, intending to take as many out as she could.

“Activating ECM! I’m making a run for the AA guns in sector 15!”

Then, she saw them. A pair of missiles flying towards a lone TIE.

“Spector 2, break right! Break right!”

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE/IE Interceptor

• Hull: 100%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Active
  
  • ECM Suite - Secondary: Inactive
• Spectral Diffuser / Photonic Emitter / Signature Modulator: Inactive

Loadout:

• Armament
  
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Tella Voland]

BOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! BOOOM! KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! KRAAK!

Tella huddled in the small armored personnel carrier that was in her opinion dangerously close to the where the kinetic, missile, and energy artillery rounds were falling, though she had been assured by the lieutenant that they were perfectly safe where they were. She had fought before, yes, but this was going to be her first large scale ground battle, And it turns out she was quite literally in the middle of it as she was in the dead center breach point of the first line of contact. Once their artillery rounds stopped falling, which should be any minute now, the APC would move forward and dismount them within walking distance of the enemy trenches….and then the real bloody, close-quarters fighting would begin.

No one can say Moff Voland is trying to shelter her daughter…The Force forbid I get an easy mission or role for once…

A twinge of guilt ran through her heart as she remembered all the other troopers, pilots, and other members of the Empire’s military here today who were risking just as much as she was without the accommodations or privileges of being connected to a high ranking Moff. They were doing it because they were ordered to, and because these stupid Imperial holdouts would rather fight than accept the inevitable and join up with the Empire willingly. Well, she was here to make sure they would learn that cooperation over fighting was in their best interest, one way or another.

Suddenly, all of their artillery guns went silent-no more rounds were hitting the enemy’s position, it was time to go.

I really hope all of that Soresu training with mother is going to pay off!

“All right ladies and gentleman, let’s get into it! Yee-haw!!!” shouted the commander of the APC, far too eager to engage the enemy than Tella would like. The small APC careened forward, shrugging off light blaster fire as it did so, speeding towards the first of the three trench networks before her as it fired its own heavy blaster cannons back at the shellshocked defenders trying to muster up some sort of opposition. Within what seemed like moments they had reached their destination, the commander shouting for them to disembark and go deal with the enemies in the trench while he was still able to cover them. Kicking open one of the side doors, Tella stepped out into the cold, lightsaber at the ready.

It was going to be one long day.

Priscilla Katherin DuPorcelen DS-435-2 Tibera Jessen

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Objective 1: Assault on the Trenches

"FORWARD TROOPERS! TO VICOTRY!"

As soon as the TIE bombers made their run, Amiggie Luith and her unit began to climb out from out their trenches only to be showered with blaster bolts by the Rhen Var natives who took up defensive positions. It was a long slog through the deep snow and Amiggie could barely see through her tactical visor. The damn blizzard messed it up and now all she could see is a white haze complete with blaster bolts flying everywhere. A stray bolt caught Stanson in the eye causing him to fall onto the Imperial trench. Poor bastard, all he wanted to do was to go back home. The Empire was done for or so Ami thought. Ami found herself under the command of Captain Lory Jankins who managed to convince deserting Stormtroopers to come with him.

Ami was no longer getting benefits which she needed to help her Dad, so she decided to ditch the Stormtrooper armor and head back to Ord Mantell but Lory promised Ami that the Empire had backup plans in case it collapsed. Ami hesitated, she wanted to contact her parents and let them know that she was safe, but all communications was caught off. With Lory promising that pay, food, and shelter, Ami decided to remain with the remnants of the Empire. However, she soon found out that while she got plenty of fighting, she received no pay, and no shelter with chitty food. And now Lory was draped in Imperial Officer garb trying to push his squad over an impossible trenchline. "Should've left when I had the chance," Ami mumbled to herself raising her E-11 Blaster Rifle and firing blindly towards the chaos. Artillery blasts were ripping Stormtroopers to shreds and causing the ground to shake. Mangled limbs flew high in the air with corpses filling the ground. Absolute chaos, and Ami would probably love it.... if she got paid and she wasn't so damn worried about her parents.

Yet Captain Lory wasn't worried at all, his brown moustache was covered in frost and his eyes did not move from the intended target. He wildly fired his blaster pistol in the white abyss ahead. Shouting loudly at his troops.

"COME ON TROOPERS!" HOORAY!" Lory shouted. "ONWARDS! FOR THE EMPI-"

Another artillery struck the ground where Lory was at large pieces of shrapnel pierced his neck, cheekbone, and temple as he crumpled to the ground. "Chit!" Ami rushed to her commanding officer, sliding on the snow and turning his body around. The glassy eyes, the half-blown face, dead as dead can be. "Damn it." Ami frowned she may have hated his guts for deceiving her to remain with the Stormtroopers but he kept the troops in high spirits.

"I have to keep moving!" Ami quickly got up and rushing through the myriad of blaster bolts and could see the first trench line in sight. She wondered how many soldiers died getting this far. "Too many....." Ami muttered.

Priscilla, Katherin DuPorcelen , DS-435-2 , Tibera Jessen

 

[DS-435-2]

"Just a bit closer.."

She knew she was a target the moment she broke rank. It'd be the smart thing to do, especially as she started to close in on the AA turrets below. A couple of torpedos would be all it took once the lock came in.

But man was that taking too long. Or maybe it was the adrenaline. Everything seemed to slow down as her Tie went screaming towards the encampment. There was a lock that clicked. But it wasn't hers. Chit. Jenn continued to grip her controls, ignoring the warnings from both her ship and her fellow pilots. She just needed another second and- The lock came in and she fired. Just as the rockets slammed into her own ship.

One wing tore completely off, sending her right into a tailspin straight for the trench. But she was oddly calm. Perhaps it was her nature as a Chiss, but she reached out to tug the eject. Paused, actually. Just for a moment. Something.. It didn't feel right to pull just then. Without explanation it shortly after did, and she didn't hesitate to pull. She flew right out the top, despite the rapid spin, to safety. If, well, enemy territory could be called safety.

The ejector seat slammed into the snowbank where she landed, her teeth gritting as she tried her best to brace for the impact. It didn't really help, but as the seat came to a stop she was at least in one piece. Bumped and bruised, but one piece. Jenn groaned as she unclipped herself, rolled from the seat. She couldn't stay here. It was likely the enemy had already sent people to get her if they saw her eject.

She needed to regroup.

Amiggie Lutih | Priscilla | Tibera Jessen | Katherin DuPorcelen | Tella Voland

 

[Bella]

Location: Lower Atmosphere over Trenches - Rhen Var
Objective: Assault on the Trenches - Close Air Support and Air Superiority
Tags: DS-435-2 Katherin DuPorcelen Amiggie Lutih Tibera Jessen Tella Voland
Theme: Danger Zone

“Damn it!”

Bella took a deep, calming breath, but the dire reality of the situation could not be understated. They had lost half of the squadron to AA alone. While she had seen a few pilots eject, many would have landed behind or close to enemy lines, making them vulnerable to capture. Nevertheless, the Togruta didn’t break off from her attack run. The AA were too important to neglect for any longer. Fortunately, her ECM array would make it more difficult for the enemy gunners to lock onto her craft and if they did, she had a missile deactivation transmitter as a last resort.

Otherwise, she could only hope that none of the gunners had good aim or managed to score any lucky shots.

“Master arm on.” Bella breathed. A moment later, the full array of energized particle beams spat forth from her interceptor’s wingtip and chin-mounted cannons, lancing through the air to strike one of the missile platforms, causing the armored vehicle to explode as its warheads were set off in a sequence of sympathetic detonations. Less than a second later, the Togruta lined up her cannons with another missile platform, at which point she laid on her cannons once more. With a high-pitched whine, a second salvo of beams lanced forth from her interceptor’s eight cannon barrels before connecting with their target. Under the onslaught, the vehicle’s shields were quickly overloaded before the beams ripped and burned through its hull, incinerating the hapless crew within.

With a sharp breath, Bella pulled on the control yoke to bring her interceptor back into a climb. However, before she could relish in her victory, a missile lock warning howled insistently within her montrals, compelling the Togruta to prime her missile deactivation transmitter. Then, she pushed a button next to her control yoke, causing the twin ion engines to scream.

Suddenly, a reverberating boom echoed across the battlefield as Bella’s interceptor went supersonic at (relatively) low altitude, with two missiles tailing in hot pursuit. Fortunately, her deactivation transmitter cut both of them off, causing them to sail wide before exploding against the ground.

“Splash two AA.”

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE/IE Interceptor

• Hull: 100%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Active
  
  • ECM Suite - Secondary: Inactive
• Spectral Diffuser / Photonic Emitter / Signature Modulator: Inactive

Loadout:

• Armament
  
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Wingtip FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • Chin-Mounted FAE/SW-08 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Light
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Direct Tags: DS-435-2 Bella Tibera Jessen Priscilla Tella Voland
Indirect Tags: Amiggie Lutih
Location: Starting in Trenches, Ending in No-Man's Land
Objective: 1 - Assault on the Trenches
Equipment: In Bio
Theme: HERE

The bombardment persisted much longer than I thought it would. It was strange, as the estimates predicted it would last only a few minutes. This was nearly fifteen if the chronometers proved correct. However, the Iron Legion was ready. Any second now the air strike will commence for us to make a push on their trenches. From what I saw on my terminal, as well as through binoculars across the no-man's land, it seems this push may finally break them. They are isolated from outside supplies thanks to the ships in orbit, and surrounded on the ground by the Empire's forces. This was their last ditch effort to soften us up. While no evidence shows they have tapped into Imperial comms, when an army prepares to charge in after a week or so of seige, there is little it can hide from the enemy of its intent.

While it may have been seen as somewhat foolish for not only me as an Admiral to be on the ground, I knew this was the means to show my worth to this new Empire. My resume will be the success of the Iron Legion as a member of the Empire of the Lost. It was then the screeming of TIE fighters came in like a fanfare of death. A devilishly satisfied smile krept on my face underneath the respirator portions of my mask's aparatus as part of my needs to still breethe healing agents into shredded lungs. However, that screem meant it was time. Time for me to the next foolish thing I would do to ensure I showed my worth to this new Empire, and ensured victory for the Iron Legion this day on the Empire's behalf.
"Men. You know your duties. Fire artillery as soon as the charge begins on the back lines. Keep it going until the end of the push. It will be signaled by flares colored differently to that of distress. Once you see those flairs, order the ceasing. I will be joining the charge, so keep things in order here for those overseeing artillery and reserves."
"Supreme Commander. Permission to speak?"
"Granted."
"With all due respect, are you sure this is wise regarding your importance? Your death could undo everything accomplished so far for us."
"We are soldiers, General. Our job makes death a possibility whenever we see the field of war."
Besides, I thought to myself, I lost my fear of death years ago.

I would solute the Generals once more, with them returning it, as we all departed to fulfill our duties for the charge. I hopped atop the backs of one of the numerous tanks alloted to us by the Empire for this battle. It was a fair design. Certainly stood as a minor improvement from any relics left behind by the Eternal Empire that my people have managed to keep running on Lotho Minor through salvaged parts. I cared little for how much I stood out, let them try to shoot me. The airstrike ahead ended, with many being shot down. Such was the nature of things. It would be our job to make sure their sacrifices were not in vain. I took the intercom from the tank's commander to start initial orders while the fighters screemed along.
"Tanks. On my mark, begin the charge as cover for the Troopers. They will tuck in behind us as we make our way across no-man's-land. We will push until we have the first trench line covered and occupied. It will be fast-paced slaughter afterwards until we reach the citadel. Artillery will keep what's past us occupied for now, yet we will not have that luxury further on. Fight like the Eternal Empire is not dead!"
There were some cheers and remarks of jubilation on the intercoms from the tank crews. Then, the sirens blared. It was time.
"For the Empire.", I coldly finished into the intercom.

The tanks climbed over the trenches and continued along the incredibly distrubed earth of no-man's-land. A tide of blaster bolts sored our direction ricocheting off of, and absorbing into, the armor and shields of the tanks while lines of Troopers tucked behind. Some of the regulars were ahead of us, and they were being cut to pieces. Greenheaded fools!, I frustratedly pondered while shaking my head. I gripped robotically to the back of the tank. While artillery bombardments managed to mostly hit the targets of the further trenches, some landed closer than calculated in the trench layer we approached steadily. Between the arcs of artillery fire overhead, the tanks began opening fire on the trenchline ahead of us to supress enemy fire. I would peer around the front of the tank I perched myself atop of to realize there were a couple of snow-troopers from the regulars ducked for cover right in front of its path.

I began banging my hand on the cabin screaming into the intercom, "DRIVER!!! RIGHT STICK! RIGHT STICK! YOU HAVE TROOPS ON THE GROUND RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!!!"
I then herad the tank-commander frantically shout, "RIGHT STICK! RIGHT STICK!! YOU HEARD THE SUPREME COMMANDER!!"
"GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS!!!", I shouted in rage with still speaking in High Imperial with the others doing so as well.
I would jump off the tank, to cleanly land in the snow. I approached the regular unit in seeming disarray.
In Basic, since this one had the look of a regular, "Soldier! Name and Rank. Is that your commander?"
With my question, I pointed to the bleeding heep on the ground that once was a soldier, where a quick glance showed commander's stripes. All the while, the lines continued pushing up the field with the Regulars starting to tuck in behind the Iron Legion. I realized we would be dead if left behind.
"No matter. Fall in with the line here. Stick with the Iron Legion today, and you will not join him."
I soluted, and then started back up the line to the tank back to ordering through the intercom in High Imperial.
"Keep it moving, Iron Legion! Regulars are falling in behind us. Keep behind the tanks!"
I then climbed back on top of the tank before drawing my pistol in my other hand while my replacement gripped the tank unmovingly.
"Keep up the good work Armor! At this pace, we will reach the lines in minutes. Be sure to stop five yards from the edge of the trenches. Leave the cleaning work for the Troopers. Now bathe that trench in front of us with fire!"
And off we continued down the battlefield. There were more bodies of Regulars as we passed, and more regiments in dismay. However, what else would one expect without being drilled like the men of the Eternal Empire? I could not blame them much with the Eternal Empire's training being that of an anomaly compared to other armies of the galaxy. In the meantime, the tanks and Troopers continued the charge onward.

While many tanks, and their corresponding infantry lines, were making good ground, some tanks were not so lucky, as the one to my right took a direct hit from the trench.
Anti-tank ordinance. Of course they have anti-tank ordinance!, my internal monologue continued in rage while the fire-ball that erupted where a tank was expired.
"Armor! They have anti-tank guns! Light up their machine gun nests! That must be where they are hiding!"
And thus the rolling thunder continued with hell being let loose on Rhen Var.

 

[Taika Yukan]

Katherin DuPorcelen Tibera Jessen Priscilla Amiggie Lutih Tella Voland DS-435-2
OBJECTIVE 1: TRENCH WARFARE

"Just follow me and you'll be alright, kid" That's what the sergeant told her. she believe him? No, but she sure as hell wanted to. So, like a true soldier of the empire- or a complete dumbass- She followed close behind.

"TIEs shoulder cover our advance. Just focus on your job, don't get inside your own head. Now let's MOVE!"

The charge over that trench was probably the single most terrifying thing the young cadet had ever done in her life. TIEs screeched overhead, only to be silenced following an explosion of fire and snow as several were shot down in what was supposed to be clear airspace. Some pilots could be seen ejecting and landing up ahead, others weren't so lucky, though there was hope that she could get to them in time.

Sergeant said to focus on her role, after all.

But before she could make time for the downed pilots, the realities of her duty were brought crashing down on her as the bodies of her fellow Stormtroopers and supplemental legionnaires were gunned down all around her.

"Don't stop for 'em unless you've got cover, Private!" One of her comrades shouted, knowing that the young Storm-medic would probably try to drag some poor soul into a nearby ditch for operation. In truth, she was thankful to be "Doc" right now. No one would let the rebels touch her, nobody touches doc.

"Got it!"

Thankfully, there was a crater or two ahead where they could hopefully catch a break before anyone caught a bullet. They all leapt in, with some of her comrades peeking over to return fire. The Sergeant was the first to peer at the enemy line with his macro binoculars, spotting one of the enemy gun emplacements not far from their position.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a thermal detonator from his belt and prepared to send death downrange.

"Prep frags, on my mark!" He commanded, ready to stand with the others.

"One. Two. THREE! FRAG OU-"

A stray bolt struck his breastplate the second he stood, causing both himself and the grenade to fall back into the hold beside her. They both looked at the Grenade, then at each other.

"No-"

The sergeant rolled over onto of the grenade before she could even react, absorbing the shrapnel and heat that practically pasted him inside his own armor, leaving the young recruit to shake and stare from the other side of the hole.

"Holy- holy shit!"

She gasped, fumbling her helmet off just before throwing up into the ashen dirt. She didn't even think to warn the others that their squad lead was dead, leaving the shell shocked trooper to simply shove her helmet back on and hold it there with both hands, hiding away from the world outside.

The battle raged on around her for a minute or two- she wasn't even sure how long- while she tried to ignore the death and gore or just the intrusive thoughts that came with. "How am I supposed to heal that?" or "It could have been me", so on and so forth.

It wasn't until a vehicle stopped by that she could even think about anything else.

"Soldier! Name and Rank. Is that your commander?"

?! She looked over her shoulder to see an Iron Legion commander staring down at her, and skittishly stood to salute them.

"Private T-taika Yukan, Ma'am...!"

She answered, giving her rank first out of habit, seeing as the Stormsurgeon pauldron she wore was sometimes mistaken for a commander's pauldron in the past.

"No matter. Fall in with the line here. Stick with the Iron Legion today, and you will not join him."

"Yes ma'am!"

And so she followed her newest commander's tank, advancing slowly behind it's armored cover and beckoning the others to do the same, who covered one another and advanced until everyone was in a staggered column behind the vehicle, suppressing and even killing rebels at any given opportunity.

"115, Where's sarge?"

"Gone! frag got him"

The trooper just stared at her in disbelief, noticing the burn marks in Taika's armor.

"Chit... whose in command now?!"

"She is...!" Taika pointed at the Iron Legion commander atop the tank, to which the trooper curtly nodded

"Fuckin' A!"

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[Relana Rekshara]

OOC: could I maybe join in as OPFOR to you guys? I'm cool with y'all winning and all but I wanna get some hits in, mainly play a sabotuer/guerilla warfare thing

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Objective 1: Assault on the Trenches

As far as she knew, Ami was the first to arrive at the first trench just to see a lovely soldier firing wildly at her missing every blaster bolt none of which came close to hitting her. "Who the frack taught you to shoot?!" Ami wondered raising her E-11 blaster rifle and shooting him in the head. Half of the soldier's face was blasted off as he crumpled to the floor. She took a quick look behind her and saw her surviving unit make it to the first trench already jumping into the fray and engaging the enemy. Ami quickly placed her blaster rifle on the holster behind her and grabbed her: Shotgun that was slung on her back.

Ami jumped into the trench already greeted by a woman charging at her with Vibroblade in hand. She received a myriad of slugs to her stomach for her trouble. "I like this baby for close encounters," Ami smiled to herself stepping over the female soldier's corpse and began to navigate her way through the trench line. She went up north in the direction of the second trench line and around the corner were two Rhen Var soldiers fired at her. Ami quickly retreated back to cover, the blast bolts pelting the ice that formed on the trenches.

Gritting her teeth and waiting for their weapons to overheat. Ami clenched her weapon close closing her eyes and playing it by hear. It was only a matter of time before..... just then a loud BOOM was heard. A large blast blew up not only the soldiers but the machine guns ahead. Ami found herself thrown off her feet her back hitting the icy wall. "What the...." Ami groaned her head feeling as if somebody rang hundred bells close to her.

Ami slowly got up and grabbed her shotgun that was briefly covered in snow and climbed out of the trench to see who the flying frack shot at her. Her eyes lit up as she saw allied tanks advancing on her position. "Oh you gotta be chitting me!" Ami yelled willing her body to roll away from the tank. "HEY! FRIENDLIES! FRIENDLIES!"

The tank was really close into turning her into an Ami sandwhich before it stopped and course corrected. Fuming Ami raised her shotgun and fired at its hull. "What the hell dumbass?!" She shouted not caring if she got reprimanded, this so-called new Empire is fracking joke! There was no unity, no communication! And the only plan right now is to drown out the enemy with their corpses.

Shaking her head, Ami rushed deeper into the trench hoping to find allies who have their heads on straight. She was doubtful though.

DS-435-2 , Bella , Tibera Jessen , Priscilla, Tella Voland , Katherin DuPorcelen