Casus Belli (Tygaran Alliance/Galactic Alliance vs First Order Rebellion of Kaeshana)

[Samka Derith]

Location: Kaeshana, Near opening military clashes between First Order and Galactic Alliance troops​

Objective: Ensure civilian evacuation​

Allies: The First Order​

Enemies: The Galactic Alliance​

A small village, just a couple hundred inhabitants, if that. These tiny settlements were all this radioactive dust ball could hold nowadays. Why they'd chosen to remain on this desolate rock was a mystery to the young Knight of Ren, a teenage girl who continued to rise rapidly in the ranks of the Supreme Leader's mysterious group of Dark Side enforcers, but the fact was that they had remained and now they were her problem to deal with.

She had escorted a platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers in the original humanitarian mission of this world. They were there to measure radiation levels, lifespan of inhabitants, child mortality, growth of crops, that sort of dull thing. A heavy escort of the platoon and herself had been approved due to the supposed imminent threat of a pirate attack. The pirates never came. What did come was something worse. The Galactic Alliance. Ever the humanitarians, the Jedi and their puppet state had first brought aid to this world then they brought war.

The civilians began to mob around the Imperial shuttles on the outskirts of the village, held back only by a squad of Stormtroopers as a pilot yelled over the noise of the assembled group about a trade. The shuttles had brought advanced weaponry, Charrics if she heard correctly, for the platoon to hold the line and would be leaving with some of the civilians in their stead. Samka Derith sighed at the sight, she wasn't normally the type to take part in these things. By nature she would rather be the one terrorising these people, even if she'd deny such a charge to everyone, including herself. However she would always follow the Supreme Leader's wishes whatever they might be and today, they were to oversee an evacuation.

Brushing a strand, of purple hair from her pale face, the young Ren breifly made eye contact with a boy clinging to his mother's hand. The mother was pleading with one of the Stormtroopers to let her pass. Their clothes were tattered, the mother's face aged and withered. Exhausted and desperate. The trooper eventually waved them through and Samka lost sight of the child's fearful eyes. Was he afraid of the war? Or of her? The teenage girl so corrupted by the Dark Side that her eyes glowed blood red, that her very gaze oozed fear and coldness. Yet her heart was not all dark, not yet. As the crowds of people gradually moved into the shuttle, Sam found herself wondering for their safety. Would they truly be taken out of the combat zone? Or were they a bargaining chip against their softhearted foes? Not all of them could board, there was no room for them all. The remaining civilians would be under her... protection. So presumably, she could use those that remained as she pleased.

Samka Derith smirked as her attention turned away from the desperate sight and began to twiddle her lightsaber between slender fingers. Soon the invaders would arrive and she could taste blood once more.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Deny Orbital Access, Support First Imperial Ground Forces
Post: II

"Commodore, we have a request from General Graush sir." Comms reported, Carlyle snapped to attention. Nearly anyone did if they were working with the infamous officer. The General had been a long time colleague, and despite some past missteps, Carlyle respected the man. He was efficient, and did what he could to get the job done, the epitome of any good officer.

"What is it Comms?" Carlyle asked.

"He requests immediate Star Destroyer support over Santaissa." Comms reported.

"The Alliance fleet appears to be gathering, but holding position." Carlyle mused, "Get Captain Guderian and the Wrath over the city," Carlyle commanded, "Tell General Graush that I would greatly appreciate having my ship back should the Alliance be foolhardy enough to try something."

"Understood sir," Comms replied, "Star Destroyer Wrath, proceed to low orbit over Santaissa."

The massive imperial-x star destroyer broke off from the formation above the planet, and steadily did a u-turn. In its wake, smaller victory class star destroyers and empire class frigates scrambled to get out of the way, and reset their positioning. The Wrath disappeared beneath the clouds, and reappeared, over the broken city, a cold and intimidating presence.

"This is Captain Ranulph Guderian," The Wrath's captain commanded, "We are ready, and awaiting your orders general."

@Anyone in Santaissa | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Valius Rau"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] |

 

[Anya Venari]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Northern Lakaan District
(Replacing the Aeda account which is being used elsewhere.)
Selene Tarai

Landing in the old Lakaan District, amidst the forests, Countess Selene Tarai could see first hand the devastation. The dust from the impact had blotted out the sun for years, and so the great forests so beloved of the Eldorai were decaying and dying. Even now when the light could pierce through it did so colder and harsher than before.

Along with the Jedi Knight she had come down to help setup refugee and aid stations. There were not huge amounts of people this far north, but it was out of the combat zones to the south. It was here that they could make a difference aid and comfort rather than those who fought with weapons of war.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Llon Nebulae
Objective: Fly Around
People Around: [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

He shifted slightly within the tiny cockpit of The Coil, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against the controls as he fidgeted about. His head rested back against the seat, helmet temporarily removed so he didn't have to worry about accidentally throwing the ship into a tailspin. He drifted through the Llon Nebula, most of his systems powered off, including his engines. He was taking a break from...well having to basically connect with every single system in his ship.

A sigh escaped him.

He had been hoping that testing out The Coil would take his mind off of things. He'd been working on this ship for a couple of months, before things...had gone sour with Jamie. The project had really been more for himself, and in truth his father had done most of the work so far...but at least it flew pretty well. Faster than The Messa, more maneuverable too. His hand tightened on the disabled control stick, flicking it back slightly, to see if it would do anything. When the ship didn't go tumbling out of control he took it as a good sign.

Kurt frowned slightly, then leaned his head back, hand coming up to run through his hair. This was supposed to have taken his mind off stuff, but every time...ugh. His lips thinned, hand slowly dragging down his face as he tried to refocus himself. "Come on Kurt. Still a few more things to do."

The Coil needed to be run through the rigors before he declared it truly ready to fly. There were still some problems with the stealth drive and the engines...well sometimes the engines decided to switch on the afterburners at random times, not good if you were dogfighting. He shifted slightly and began to flick through the systems inside the cockpit, quickly powering up the small interceptor once again so he could keep running his tests within the Nebula. Then he noticed something.

He frowned slightly, eyes darting towards an odd speckle within the distance. His lips thinned as he tried to identify it, hand settling on the top of the console as he tried to identify what he was looking at.

It took him a few seconds to realize that there were ships within the nebula.

"Poodoo." Kurt said as he powered up the rest of the systems. The Llon Nebula was supposed to be abandoned, completely devoid of...well anything, it was why he had told Kaile to drop him off here. Another curse escaped his lips as The Coil's engines sprang into life. He would have to hide within the Nebula and figure out just who those ships belonged to, he was precariously close to the First Order here...and they would be none too pleased to find him.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The jet troopers were spotted above before the shells could be heard. The power armored troopers shifted stance and fired on the enemy with their long range guns. Bullets from miniguns raced through the air to fly towards the commandos. Then their HUD’s lit up as they detected incoming enemy projectiles.

“GET TO COVER!” They roared in their comms.

The large power armored behemoths would hop from the building roof tops to the grounds below. Trandoshans filed into trap doors, basements, or the odd man hole then from here they would make their way to the sewage systems below. Still despite their preparedness casualties were high. A whole platoon had been lost as two resulting buildings became leveled.

Causstik growled in anger as the head count came in. He punched the wall and the brick caved in. Causstik turned to the shadows of the tunnels and contemplated his other options. Deeper within the confines where the tunnels connected with the seas more of Causstiks forces sat in reserve. Did he bring them in so soon? No… He had a better idea.

“Raise the beastmaster! His pets go to WAR!”

Then a scout raised him on his holocomm. "War-chief we have news of imminent bombardment from a stardestroyer,"

Causstik deactivated his holocomm without saying anything. This changed everything. Without alliance support they would be ground into dust. He had no doubt the First order would sacrifice the few troops within the city to root out the guerrilla fighters. Their was only one option left. They could not stay within the confines of the sewers and live. They would have to meet the enemy in a full out assault.

Causstik Rahn and his troops made their way towards the open seas and mobilized on the beach head. 600 strong. 200 being power armored elites. 30 war beast. 20 Rancors, 10 Drouks. All prepared to die for their god the Scorekeeper and her chosen son Causstik Rahn.

"Open a channel to the firemane,"

"Yes War-Chief," The trooper raced to do as he was told and soon Causstik had a direct channel to those within the mountians.

"This is Causstik Rahn of the Clan Dread tooth. I offer my services to your cause and in return ask for your own. We need immediate fire support. The First Order is preparing to bombing your precious capitol to dust. I implore you to fire your guns on these co-ordinates," Causstik sent out the relative location of the warship Wrath. Now all was left to hope for the aging warlord. Hope that the artillery would do its job.

"MARCH YOU DOGS!"

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Location: Moving towards [member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Six-O]

Location: Santaissa, Some Distance Below Kerrigan-Alcori Estate
Objective: Arm Local Guerillas, Crash-Course Protocols
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], @Sed Frieider, [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"], First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter, Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 6 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Xerrzyk the Ghastly, 40 Eldorai Guerrillas

"Breach in!" A call commanded firmly.

A door, weathered beyond repair met it's demise, vaulting from the final rusty hinge where once it had barely clung.

"Cover file, go!" The same Eldorai mustered voice, his turn at lead.

Every man had to be the best they could mobilize, they could not fall apart at the death of a single superior.

Five men took tight, a dangerous maneuver against heavy fire. But a solid tactic for rapid assault entry. Six-O strode through the door first, Heavy Bolter held comfortably, over exaggerating his sweeping parameters to ensure the conscripts behind him kept institutionally aware at all times. Line of fire needed to be a strong discipline, tactical clarity of surroundings and obstacles a key to their success.

"Clear right,"

"Short wall, left."

"Clear!"

"Heavy weapons in!"

"Dohunocha dopa'ta!" snarled Xerrzyk, cracking whip for emphasis.

Three men cycled in with vigor, haste carrying them through gnarled, hole filled hallways with crumbling plaster and rickety floors that seemed just begging to break, dumping them all to oblivion. Break neck, they rolled in on a far room overlooking narrow street passage, crude with waist deep water and debris of all nature and size. Across the street, through broken windows and blown out exterior they could just barely make out another team on the opposite side, one floor below their level.

"Soboba" Whip no longer yielded excruciating agony from pupil now, it but was further fuel for pumping adrenaline.

Base of a repeater canon went down first, power feed from energy pack next plugged in to cylindrical barrel, running the ready diagnostic and adjusting to the green as the weapon was finally clipped in to the claw mount.

"Nagoola!" They did well.

"Exit breach!"

Six-O entered in to the Canon nest room with the sweep team securing position. An improvised ordnance guerilla staked a DetCharge in to soft wall-work. Moments later a gaping mouth opened with rumble that shook the entire structure and collapsed a number of floors out entirely.

"Disperse!"

The team, goggles on eyes, wet bandana and scarfs cloaking nose and mouth, disassembled and retreated. Just barely present long enough to lay 45 seconds of intense crossfire on an enemy unit--had it been an actual encounter.

"Gaukodiua?!" The always shouting Slave Master demanded.

"Armor, Forcer, Officer, Soldier!" The Eldorai replied in unison, though with huff in breath as they returned street level some moments later.

In this brief time they had when Six-O, with Xerrzyk, were sent in via SIS and Galactic Alliance on Omega Protectorate as precursory operators charged with arming and locating willing participants for guerilla insurgence operations, should they ever be required. They had come a far way. By no means were they perfect. Just a handful of rag-tags bound together with the ideal of never returning in to an Imperial oppressed citizen. Would they live? There was no telling.

But they surely would not die with boot on their throat.

Then, the First Order began to stack their hand.

Buildings wobbled, some unable to bear the vibration, then crumbled to dust and ash. The ground quaked. . . whether from planetary instability or this celestial object descending from above.

The clouds turned to steam, dousing the massive wall of flame that hugged so devilishly to the hulking chassis. The weak sun that had barely penetrated through the grey blanket blotted from the sky, shadow cast across the city of Santaissa.

Darkness coiled every crevasse and skeletal glume, only faint globes of orange dusk peeked through rubble laden streets. Six-O, with on-board Communication Systems began to relay immediately. It was time to meet the rest of the team.

"01010011 01100001 01101001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01010011 01110001 01110101 01100001 01110010 01100101 00101100 00100000 00110000 00110000 00101110 00110101 00101101 00110110 00101100 00100000 00111001 00111001 00100000 01100001 01101100 01110000 01101000 01100001 00100000 00110001 00110011 00101110 00111001 00101101 00110101 00001010 00001010 01001011 01100101 01101110 01101111 01100010 01101001 00100111 01110011 00100000 01001100 01100101 01100111 01100001 01100011 01111001 "

The Droid relayed in coded binary. [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"] and all relevant Galactic Alliance, SIS and Omega Protectorate operators the recipient.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

"Understood. I still have much to let go of." The words of [member='Darth Veles'] and [member='Isla Ashen'] hit like a freighter. They had noticed her hestation, and with no doubt the few tears that Kaalia failed to hold back. She was weak, and couldn't stand that. Empathy was a burden. The young woman quickly wiped the tears from her face, shrugged off her last kill, and moved on. "Do not hesitate. Show no mercy." She couldn't forget. Their work was not yet done. This would be a moment that will stay with the young Ren forever. She couldn't forget. "Do not hesitate. Show no mercy." Noticing the still-large number of opposition, she decided to don her armor before catching up with the rest. Multiple deep breaths calmed her down before continuing her work, once again her two sabers acting as blue and red flashes that blossomed death around her.

The redhead slowly became numb to the screaming and pleading around her. While deep down the Light screamed to break free, it was outmatched now. At times it looked like mercy crept back to her mind, but that was followed by the shaking of her head and the execution of another enemy. Regret and remorse was for later. She moved quickly, with little wasted motion, slicing down everything in her path. The Light in her had lost this battle, and no longer had any effect on the former Jedi. Passion took over as Kaalia's rage built. Where it came from was a mystery to her, but this was not the time to question. She put more power in every swing, yelled a little louder with every kill, her rage building seemingly without stopping.

"This is who I am now. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy."

Spoiler

[member='Kyrel Ren'][member='Asharad Graush']

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: LZ
Allies: [member="Byzus Lanko"] (The Superintendent) | [member="Asharad Graush"]

The stormtrooper glanced up at the tall droid. Protocol did not permit planning droids to be equipped with weaponry, but they were in the middle of a war zone. Kriff the protocol.

Kato unholstered his SE-44C sidearm and handed it to the droid. "Blast a friendly and I'll scrap you myself."

He remained silent, eyes scanning the perimeter as the general gave orders. Finally came the command to return to base. Kato nodded. "Let's go." The squad followed after the armored Sith, Kato beckoned for the droid to join. They clambered onto the shuttle ramp. as it began to ascend slowly.

"What's your unit designation?"

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Hills over-looking Santaissa, abandoned Kerrigan-Alcori estate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"], GA, Tygaran Forces
Enemies: First Order [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Objective: Repel the fighters.

Nima was informed about a conflict in Kaeshana already before and was on her way towards the given coordinates via a stealth enhanced ship when the other message by Sio came through her holocomm requesting her assistance, so she sent a message back to her saying she was on her way as the ship continued to move towards the destination carefully and quietly as possible, to prevent being seen by the huge blockade the First Order had all over the planet. Kaeshana, as she remembered from the Eldorai history, was the first settlement area for the Eldorai before a massive asteroid made it what it was like today, a lifeless planet with much history behind. She had been in this planet before when she was still a Jedi, probably years ago and barely remembered what was it like before, but seeing it turn into a wasteland and the possibility of survivors suffering in here for all these years made her sigh. And now, they were going to suffer yet again by this conflict. Nima knew how important this place was to Eldorai and the Firemane, so she was here to help them reclaim it from the claws of the Sith and the fascists. And then they would start making lives better for those who have suffered here.

As she was lost in thoughts yet again, the ship arrived to their destination and landed at the meeting point. She moved out from the ship first, then the reinforcements from the Firemane HQ followed her. Like everywhere affected by the asteroid in the planet, the meeting place was in ruins as well, even though their people were doing a good job securing it around and deploying defences. She found Sio and Tempest, along with HK and several Firemane units and unfamiliar faces planning for what to do next, and moved towards them to join with a grim nod. "I've brought some reinforcements." She said simply, there was no need for dramatic effect here. The situation was real enough, they had enemies to kill and a planet to take. However, there was no time for a breath as their presence seemed to have been found by the First Order ships, in which several TIE fighters appeared from the distance, coming towards their position. Then, a huge Star Destroyer followed afterwards, appearing from the distance and slowly coming towards the ruined city, however, it wasn't aggressive yet like the others. Unfortunately for the First Order fleet determined to wreak havoc on them, it wasn't that easy since the defences, the several deployed self propelled anti air guns and the missile systems, started firing as the fighters got in their range, opposing their attack with their own offensive fire.

Nima took cover immediately to protect herself from the firing, and closed her eyes, started to concentrate on the Force and Force only, not the action that was right above them and the suppressive fire coming right above the covers. She reached out to the TIE Fighters, and then one of the pilots manuevering away from the missile, with the Force. Being skilled in mentalism, the pilot would feel like he was sick, and his head would hurt like somebody was stabbing his brain. The adrenaline helped her get into his thoughts easier, as the pilot was too busy trying not to die. The knives stabbing his brain would get faster, and the headache would make concentrating on the manuevering more difficult, so it was then Nima striked seeing his perception of reality would be less efficient by now, she put up an illusion of a missile directly coming towards the fighter in such speed that an emergency turn was needed to survive. As she expected, the fighter took a sharp evasive turn, yet the pilot didn't realize another TIE fighter took a turn towards that point as well and the two collided in a big explosion. Less enemies to kill.

The defences continued firing as some of the fighters and bombers still remained in the battlefield, Nima once again took a deep breath and concentrated on the Force, looking for a new brain to influence and lessen the enemy numbers.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Landing Zone
Allied: [member="Kato"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Hostile: No Hostiles Detected

Equipment: Icon-Class Personal Energy Shield, SE-44C Blaster Pistol

The Superintendent caught the pistol without ever looking away from Kato. He should have, though, but he imagined he looked cooler this way. "Unnecessary threat. So long as my line of fire is not obstructed, the likelihood of me hitting an identified friendly unit is less than one percent." He could have gotten into all of the juicy calculations and all of the zeros behind the decimal point, but Superintendent doubted Kato particularly cared. Most organics, he found, had no appreciation for intensive calculations.

In fact, it mostly annoyed them.

Superintendent flipped the pistol around, holding it properly, and examined it as the Sagittarius-Class Targeting System booted up across his HUD. It relayed pertinent information on the weapon, scanning it passively so that the program would be able to paint optimal targets and afford him greater accuracy. That was what it should be doing, anyway. Prototypes were very touch-and-go about these things. For all he knew, its coding could have been off and he would have to adjust it manually. A test-fire would be necessary, but this was not the time or place for it. They would all find out about it later. Together. In the heat of battle. Like a family. How delightful. Superintendent accompanied the squad up the loading ramp, joining them in the interior of the ship. Kato asked for his designation, of which the Superintendent was happy to oblige.

"K7-2NU," he answered. "I am more typically called Superintendent. I am programmed for both administrative and combat purposes. And Ornithology."

 

[Xandyr]

Spoiler: Fleet

10km
Primary Fleet
6 Sqdn D-Wing
4 Sqdn K-Wing Bomber
12 Sqdn X-Wing Starfighter
2 Hammerhead Corvettes
1 GR90 E-war transport
1 Leviathan Class Monitor
1 Nebulon B9 Frigate -
2 Thranta MK2-Class Frigate
2 Valor Class Carriers
2 Noble-Class Star Defender
1 Trimiran Class Star Defender


Reserve Fleet
2 Hammerhead Corvettes
1 Trimiran Class Star Defender

Space outside the Kaeshana system
Allies [member="Kyrana Gould"]
Enemies [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[member="Basileus Isauros "]

This time at least the whole fleet had managed to get their jumps calculated together. That was the first part of the plan.

“Captain Hidarius, hold position here with your escorts,” Vilin called. “We will signal you if required, keep those nav comps running and wait for the call.”

“Understood Commodore. Happy hunting,” came the reply over the comms.

“Lieutenant, are we ready for the second jump?” Vilin called. The clicking of his cane increased. To the bridge crew the sound of that cane was like a war drum. As they came closer to the fighting the tempo it tapped out increased.

“Thirty seconds sir.”

The devaronian pursed his lips, but he couldn't be annoyed at that. This Battle Group needed more trials as a unit, more maneuvers and simulations. A large wave of recruits had swelled the ranks of the GADF, but it took time to get them battle ready. Their trials would come in combat it seemed. The humanitarian offences enacted by the First Order could no longer be tolerated, despite the military machine it wielded.

“We are go.”

---

The blue swirls of hyperspace vanished to be replaced by the visage of their target world.

“Escorts to the fore and flanks, launch all fighters. Load BVW torpedoes and power up all hypervelocity cannons and energy torpedoes. Find my a target. Negotiate a secure comm with the other commanders.”

“It's open sir.”

“This is Commodore Vilin, coming in on your starboard flank. Are you prepared to advance and launch long range assaults? We need to break that line.”

 

[Aizen]

Location: Santaissa, Kaeshna
Objective: Secure Ruins, gather intel, provide support
Allies: [member="Project X-2"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Byzus Lanko"] [member="Kato"]
Enemies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Nima Tann"]

As an intelligence officer in the First Order, Aizen was always known to be silent. His heavy blaster rifle is what made him deadly. His cybernetic enhancements made him useful to the Order. It was easy to see in the dark. It almost was instinctive now with his cybernetic eyes. It was by luck, bad luck, that je saw some transports pass overhead. He could see them pass over into the mountains.

One tap, two tap, three tap, four.

What do we have here, Aizen thought. It was the Galactic Alliance. A lot of them. It would be fools folly to take them on by himself. He had Special Forces training, and Intelligence training. They had to come down some time. Luckily for him, Gorilla defense strategy was one of his best aspects

"Command [member="Asharad Graush"] , this is Eagle Eye. We got hostiles unloading some heavy stuff in the mountains overlooking Santaissa. Some heavy stuff. Setting defense perimeter."

He had informed command. Hopefully they rallied troops. Luckily it was still dark. That was his advantage. If the Galactic Alliance wanted to walk his way, that was their fault. Now move, get motivated, and prepare to start sniping.

One tap, two tap, three tap, four.

 

[SapphireVortex]

Location: Orbiting Kaeshana​

Objective: Deny Orbital Access​

As of lately Vortex had joined the First Order Navy, It didn't take her long to go through basic training and straight into the front lines of a blockade. The First Order was allowing her to command a Victory X-Class Star Destroyer and she was overwhelmed with excitement. The next few days before the day she was suppose to report at the planet she read over everything she could about the ships capabilities and disabilities to become a better captain of the ship.

Before Vortex jumped to the planet she made another round on the ships armament and equipment. Once she finished her last check she entered hyperspace towards Kaeshana.
Once she made it back up to the bridge she gave the command for hyper jump to the rest of the fleet. As they entered hyperspace she felt a little pride within her self, Normally she would be sitting on some dumpy planet waiting for the a bounty with a high enough credits or praying on some lost sole.

Vortex voice echoed through the ship as the soldiers ran through the corridors as they were being lit up by red lights flashing. "Everyone to their battle stations."
"All stations are green and landing ship awaiting drop." Another Lieutenant said as she before looking over at a trooper get an escape pod ready with my things in it just incase the worst happens. "Yes Ma'am" The soldier said as they turned around exiting the bridge. Once they left another trooper said "thirty seconds second till drop for hyperspace." Vortex nodded at the officer.

Once they dropped from the jump they landed to the side of the flag. "Open the comms to the commodore asking where should we take our place along with we have dropship loaded and ready with reinforcement should we send them down." ​The officer nodded and began to communicate to the fleet.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Valius Rau]

Post #: 3
Allies: First Order, @Pharazon Draken
Enemies: Galactic Alliance Causstik Rahn
Location: Kaeshana, Santaissa, Ruins and reconstruction site of the Citadel.
Equipment: See Bio
Objective: Defend the Citadel Reconstruction Project. Kill any opposition

"Sir while we were unable to aquire any artillary from the reserves of the First Order. Your new acquirment was able to provide us with two supertanks." Raan told Valius. By new acquirment, Raan meant the company Rau had took from those stupid, idiots in Clan Saxon. "Can you give me schematics?"
"Sending them to you now."
Valius grinned at the sight of the supertanks, perfect. "Get two here ASAP. We can defeat the Rebels quite quickly, they won't stand a chance."
"Yes sir. Recon should be back soon." Raan said as he went to the comms officer to relay the orders. Once those Adjudicators arrived, Valius could easily win this battle. He turned for third time to the Stormtrooper Lieutenant, "I have heavy artillary on the way, they should arrive soon. The warehouse they were stored in was quite near here. Valius had to conciuosly stop himself from laughing maniacaly, victory was as good as his.

Recon GroupNPCs):
"They seem to be quite high in strength, easily in the hundreads. Let's get back to command." Leiutenat Jennis told his men. Then the fire came, striking down one man and hitting anothers Jetpack. "They've seen us!" Jennis and his men returned fire on the Trandoshans, flying back the way towards their base on a detour filled path, as one of them grabbed the man who fell, he could get a new Jetpack at the temporary command center that had been set up by the Super Commandos. "Let's hope we can get that artillery." Jennis remarked before landing and making his reort.

Back to Normal:
Valius had just been informed of the strength of the Rebel Forces, "Good job on returning fire, also good job on not firing first. Our artillery can easily dispose of them. Lot's of droids as well. We think near 1200 B1 battle droids will be on our side. We'll have numbers and artillary. They, unfortunently, may be fighting to protect their homes. They'll have more motivation. Which is why we need to fight our best. Understood?" His men replied immediately, "UNDERSTOOD!"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Chalcedon orbit
Allies: GA [member="Kyrana Gould"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"] [member="Lokthra Dawning"]
Enemies: [member="Basileus Isauros "][member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="William Kerkov"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Avicus DuSang"]
Objective: Prepare to break the blockade

After the practice Cathul had with Lokthra, it felt good for her to be back in space again. She was part of the Alliance admiralty for a reason, though, and it was clear to her that the enemy would be holding Kaeshana; if the Alliance could hold the other planets in the sector, perhaps she would be called in if the main fleets need reinforcements to engage the First Order's fleet. To her, that was the very sort of campaign for which the Excubitor was readied; she sat in the cockpit station at nearly every stop all the way from Coruscant, where the ANS Excubitor was last seen, to Chalcedon, using Instinctive Astrogation Control for a dozen jumps. I wonder, however, how good is Lokthra at topology, or even how smart she really is; I can't see Force-comprehension being all that effective on her - when it comes down to it, IAC is really not much more than Force-comprehension applied to the resolution of applied topology problems, she thought. Because there was a lack of coordination between Lokthra and her, she has no idea what will Lokthra be allowed to bring, nor where she will be.

"We have arrived over Chalcedon, admiral"

"Where are the other fleets?" Cathul asked.

"The strategic map was last updated a few minutes ago and the 4th Fleet under Vilin's command was at Quesaya last we checked, and the Lion Nebulae holds another friendly fleet"

"We are to stay in-system until called for. We will probably revert to realspace in other spots compared to our allies. Depending on what's headed our way, it may mean we have to fight off a Darr Itah or simply its escort screen"

Therapy Command (13500m):

Spoiler

Capital ships:
ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser)
ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Trimaran (Trimaran-class Star Defender)
ANS Fury of Dulvoyinn (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Voice of Lujo (Incus-class escort carrier)
ANS Inysh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Cuvacia (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Thebeon (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Dahrtag (Dreadnought Mk3)
6x Nebulon B7 frigates

Attack craft:

324 T-70 X-Wings
130 D-Wings

 

[Brent Smith]

Post: 1
Location: A Small village on world
Alias: Jones Logan
Allies: First Order
Enemies: GA
Objective: Prepare for war

Brent had never seen himself as an oppressor. He was a protector in his own eyes and more than that he was a man trying to just feed his family. He hadn't enlisted with grand ideas of heroism, warrior blood or a desire to gain power. Instead, his father's injury that rendered him an invalid had required someone to pay the bills and feed the family. That someone was the oldest in the Smith family, Brent himself.

The agent had been sent on a rescue mission to recover high priority targets from pirate captors. He had expected to be sent on his way home again to see his Mara for some leave time. But assignments never went as planned, and when they did, there was always a catch. His orders from Derrium had been direct for once, if not blantantly broad:

"Assist in repelling Alliance Forces."

Brent was not a warrior or a dogfighter. He could certainly hold his own in both, but that would be a waste of his skills. No, he could do much more surgical, specialized work that would make the ground work that much easier.

Brent finished the repairs he had made on the bashed speeder he had bought from a farmer for a handful of credits and a bottle of ale. It was worn, rusty, and ugly but after Brent's alterations it had a few tricks up its sleeve. Satisfied, he climbed in and began roaring down the road his mind on his next target.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

Location: En Route to Kaeshana Sector
Objective: Open negotations with the First Order, attempt to stave off war
Allies: GA Forces and Friends
Opponents: [member="Natasi Fortan"], FO Forces and Friends


Earlier....

Diplomatic Center, Sullust Base
Sullust, Brema Sector, Outer Rim
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances

Jaius Sovv, President of the Sullustan Council and highest ranking elected official of the Alliance capital world, wrung his hands nervously as the emergency session of the triumvirate council dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. The triumvirate normally prided itself on the quick efficiency of their work compared to most other pluralist systems of government, but this late night meeting had stretched on longer than the fabled Senate hearings of the Ancient Republic. The President had been roused from his sleep hours earlier and briefed on the developing situation on the ground at Kaeshana, or at least as much as FLEETCOM was aware of the situation before First Order presence in orbit had grown too great for reports to remain reliable.

To the public, this may come as something of a surprise, especially so soon after the Atrisia debacle. But there had been a ramp up in tensions even before the spike in fear of Dark Side cult activity amongst the Alliance populace, led by the more zealous elements of not only the Defense Force, but the Governors and even the New Jedi Order as well. Of course, they hadn't been able to prove that their 'friends' to the west were guilty of harboring Sith, but for many among the leadership the mere rumor and threat of First Order expansion along their border was enough to spur the hawks to cry for war. President Sovv wasn't certain the Order was innocent of all the allegations levied against them, in fact he suspected that they weren't, but while the hawks in the Alliance had declared Atrisia a victory, Jaius considered it a catastrophe, and at the end of it all he couldn't say for certain if the people of the Alliance were any safer now than they were before Admiral Tevv had arrived on that fateful day.

The President was sympathetic to the Eldorai diaspora, who had petitioned the Alliance directly for intervention, but such measures were virtually guaranteed to escalate and he was not eager to send more young Sullustans off to die. Jarred from his reverie by a sudden stirring of commotion all around him, Jaius grabbed hold of the handle to his hovercane and rose wincing out of his seat before making his way through the crowd of Governors, ambassadors, officials and aides to the triumvirate council chambers. Through the throng, he made eye contact with Chief of State Caita Xan, and though there were protocols to the announcement of triumvirate resolutions, from the stoic but slightly sorrowful expression on her face he already knew which way the wind had blown.

"Mr. President," Xan acknowledged the approaching governor, continuing in a lower tone as he drew near, "I'm sorry, Jaius."

"You voted for this?" he hissed, frustration and exhaustion getting the better of his usual self-control.

"Not unreservedly, not in every aspect, but..." she hung her head slightly, "yes."

"I don't understand!" Jaius sputtered, on the verge of losing control and raising his voice, "The peace process was making strides, even with the Graf incident, surely things are not so-"

"They declassified Operation Silent Night," the Chief of State interrupted, shutting him up, "Its not damning, but it does raise even more questions. And with Alliance forces trapped planetside...we're not willing to risk another Atrisia by giving them a chance to fortify and pick off our people. A show of force has been deemed necessary, so the Supreme Commander is about to order in peacekeeping elements under the operational command of Commodore's Vilin and Pulsar. Vilin is offworld, and will likely lead in the vanguard elements, but Commodore Pulsar is still on Sullust, here at the Base."

"Why are you telling me this?" Sovv asked finally, confused. This was clearly a display of favoritism and breach of protocol.

"Because, if you hurry you can catch him," Caita answered, giving him a look that suggested how little she thought of his deductive reasoning, "I've taken the liberty of assigning a diplomatic frigate to your direct command, but its up to you to convince the Commodore to give you the time of day. President Sovv, you are our last best hope for peace."

A fool's hope, Jaius thought to himself as he shuffled out of the diplomatic center as fast as his hovercane would allow. Blood would be spilled in the day to come, of that he was certain, but perhaps there was still a chance to stave off mutual annihilation on a galactic scale. But to even get that far, he would have to find a Defense Force officer crazy enough to fly a governor into a war zone under his protection. If only he had known that Caita had picked the ideal candidate for the job.

 

[Vaena Askari]

Location: Lion Nebulae
Objective: Apparently pull out since the rebellion doesn't cover the entire hex. Silly rules! Gonna be relocating to Kaeshana and yielding command to [member="Kyrana Gould"]
People around: [member="Kurt Meyer"] with his nice ship


Everything had been tranquil and fairly uneventful. In Tarissa's opinion this was remarkably annoying because she wanted to smite infidels. She was a rather jingoistic sort who would've probably been right at home at the court of the Star Queens of old. Alas, many of her compatriots were less reactionary.


Regardless, while the system was being seeded with probes, two things happened. Firstly, they received word from the Firemane corporate fleet above Kaeshana. "Your Grace, Admiral Gould requests that we depart for the Asur System and join her. The battle against the invaders is beginning."


"Oh, has she? Normally I would refuse to even deign to take orders from a human, but I see she has sense." If the gentle reader is getting the impression that Tarissa was a bit of a queen, they'd be correct. Despite her pompous words, she was deeply concerned about her homeworld. "Prepare the flotilla to jump to hyperspace."


Secondly, a sleek, super fast craft showed up on their sensors. It was definitely a hell of a lot faster than any of the Firemane or Eldorai starfighters currently scouring the system! "Unknown fighter craft detected," one officer informed her.


"Send a transmission. Unidentified craft, this is the Tygaran Alliance warship Valora's Dagger. Identity yourself."


1x Argent Carrier,
2x Sentinel Cruisers,
1x Warden-Class Interdictor cruiser,
4x Guardian-Class frigates,
4 Vigilance-class
2x Frontier class frigates.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Move Out Of Hypervelocity LOS, Support First Imperial Troopers.
Post: III

"Another fleet has jumped out of lightspeed Commodore." Scanners reporty.

"For whom?" Carlyle asked, "Us or them lieutenant? Elaborate!" Scanners nodded, and looked rather flustered by the whole idea.

"Them, and us sir," He said, "We've recieved a new victory-x, as well as them." Scanners replied. Carlyle looked out the viewport, and gazed out at the space. The Alliance's friends were gathering, and it worried him. Surely they wouldn't bring their might to bear over this world? This, dead, insignificant world?

"Anything you can tell us?" Carlyle asked.

"Well sir, they have-" The Scanning officer froze, "Sir, they are powering hypervelocity weaponry."

Carlyle turned to the Helmsman and Comms, "Comms, tell all ships to power their thrusters!" he commanded, "Helmsman, I want movement!"

"Yessir!" Comms replied.

"Jump further along the curvature of the planet, far enough that he won't get a clean shot on us. TIE's can follow us!" Carlyle commanded, "Now ensign, I want movement!"

The First Imperial fleet began to rapidly change its positioning, before jumping across the planet. From the perspective of the Alliance, it would look like a full on retreat. The fleet now regrouped. "What now commodore?" Helmsman asked.

"Scanning, I want constant reports on that fleets movements, and being able to jump constantly." Carlyle commanded, "We're going to keep jumping till they try to engage us at close range, that's when we'll snag them."

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Over the ruins Santaissa the Wrath watched the events in the mountains carefully. "That's another fighter gone," The TIE Operations officer replied, "Makes five in all."

"Call off the TIE's, have them swoop the city. Kill whoever's stupid enough to try and resist us." Captain Guderian callously commanded, "Comms, get me a line to General Graush, or his command staff."

"Understood sir," The Comms officer replied, "You're live now."

"General Graush, this is FIV Wrath, reporting. We have light anti-air activity centred around an abandoned estate." The Guderian reported, "We ask permission for us to engage their batteries in order to secure aerial superiority around the city."

[member="Vilin"] | [member="Sapphire Vortex"] | [member="Basileus Isauros "]| [member="Cathul Thuku"] | @Aharard Graush | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | @Anyone in Santaissa | [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Llon Nebulae
Objective: Fly Around
People Around: [member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

"Poodoo" Kurt said to himself as he swooped the ship into the Nebula. He had hoped that the ion storms within the nebula would have been enough to at least cloak him from sensors, but apparently the sweep the ships were doing were a bit too much.

Kurt made a quick mental note of it and then slipped his helmet on just in case.

He still wasn't sure who exactly this fleet belonged to, mostly because he had absolutely no idea what a Tygaran Alliance was or where it came from, but...well at the very least he heard the word 'Alliance' and that was enough for him. For a second Kurt dug around his cockpit, looking for the small book of phrases that Kaile had given him. The SIS worked within the Galactic Alliance, and when dealing with outside forces they identified as...well Alliance personnel unless they were undercover.

Kurt wasn't undercover, and thus he would give an Alliance frequency.

"Hello Valora's Dagger." Kurt said over the comm, a bit too nonchalantly. "This is...Lieutenant..."

His undercover ID listed him as a Lieutenant? He'd have to ask Kaile about that. "Meyer with the Galactic Alliance."

A few seconds after Kurt spoke he sent out a quick signal burst showing some identifying numbers for himself, though not for The Coil. Hopefully they would simply assume that the ship was some sort of test craft and wouldn't ask too many questions. His actual ID would check out well enough so it should work.