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

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Santaissa, Comm Tower, Roof
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Isla Ashen"]

End the Mon Calamari and stop him permanently, or possibly save the girl by jumping off the roof? Korr grit his teeth.

Suddenly, an unknown ally appeared beside him and attempted to work some foreign art in the Force on the Mon Cal. Without waiting to see the full effects, Korr acted. He gestured with one hand in a pulling motion and exerted his will through the Force. The idea was to telekinetically yank the woman away from the Mon Cal and into Korr's grasp. Dazed, but comparatively fresh, Korr thought the odds of success reasonable enough to attempt.

It was at least better than the alternative.

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, IM-455 Modular Garrison "Fenrik".

Joan stands in the vehicle bay in front of her platoon's tanks and walkers. Contemplating silently what she'd just ordered, from her point of view what was done is nothing more than deserved for Gerlon. Joan tries to consider how any family he might have would react. "Revenge" Joan muses to herself, and sits -upon the cargo bed of Khan's "Occupier" tank. "Blood and revenge are what turn the wheels of our galaxy." Blue eyes crane up towards the ceiling, and listens to an announcement about the garrison's shield generator coming online. "The cycle of bloodshed will only end when everything is dead or.." Joan's gaze peers over shoulder and up, studying the pitch black Behemoth that is Ironhound "Malachor" one. "Our lust for revenge will be sated, to not seek revenge you'd have to be a droid or jedi."

Joan rolls her shoulders and eyes look over in the direction of an opening bulkhead that reveals the Ironhounds, armed and ready. "Perhaps that's why they keep getting wiped out? The Righteous amongst them die and the ruthless and wicked are left behind." Joan slides off of the tank's cargo bed and puts a single index finger into the air and makes a whirling motion with it. "Alright O-Group let's go, gather around children." Hotshot and a few others chuckle at the depreciation and crouch in a semi-circle around the Lieutenant with a few Stormtroopers standing in the second rank and standing. Prepared to receive orders, amongst the standing are Deadeye, Shrapnel and Sev.

 

[Quin Leeman]

Location: Pax Imperious, above Kaeshana
Allies: The First Order and friends of the FO
Enemies: Pirate Scum, Galactic Alliance and there friends
Primary Objective: support the First Order Fleet
Secondary Objective: give air support to FO troops on the ground
Tertiary Objective: Regroup with the Fleet.

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Post #1

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​Quin graduated from the flight academy About 6 months ago and was excited when he was stationed Aboard the Pax Imperious ​only 2 months ago. he heard that this ship has served in many conflicts and was hoping to see some himself soon. in fact he was dying to be in combat. what made the station better is he was assigned a Tie/IN interceptor his preferred Starfighter. but when he first arrived. all the heave space fighting was over, he and the other greenies where the replacements. under the command of Captain Iago who was equally wanting to enter battle bad for the whole 181st Fighter Wing. knowing that the Pax Imperious captain let an enemy craft pass was infuriating. all the pilots where jittery and ready to go. this was hell, reaming on stand by until needed.

Quin was still in the cockpit of his interceptor when the call to deploy arrived "​about damn time"​ was all he could say before reporting in "181st Quin reporting in" and a smart ass over the comms after the report in said "​to all greenies flying today, try not to die and make us look bad" ​wait a lovely piece of moral booster. he dropped from the overhead rack his fighter was on and followed, at 50% throttle, his squad leader down to the Planet.

 

[Zef Halo]

The squad of stormtroopers proceeded through the ruins of the abandoned city, carefully moving from cover to cover. Now that they have experienced the threat of this foe, all seemed to highly cautious. Unfortunately for the squad, there was yet no answer from air command. The men were stuck in a battlefield against an unseen foe. They were able to pinpoint the attacker's location at first but if they had to attack only when the assailant did, they'd most likely give in.

Jude, as he limped through, contemplated on his options. There was not much else to do. There were no secure static locations to take over. Moving was their only option, for now. He strained his mind to think of a capable counter-attack.

At their rear was the heavy repeater rookie who still had not figured out that the weapon would misfire if attempted to shoot with. The damage it had initially taken had made the weapon useless.

Silence engulfed the squad as they concentrated on any signs that might lead to their enemy.

Only if this blizzard was not here.

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

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OOC/ shit post, i know, but I thought this would the most realistic scenario considering HK's stealth (modifier +1 attack this round)

 

[Luna Terrik]

[member="Torian Pierce"]


[SIZE=12pt]It had only been minutes, yet the feeling of being confined to her TIE/In interceptor interior, closed in and unable to move, made the waiting feel like an eternity. Her gloved left hand reached down to adjust her seat slightly, trying to make the cramped interior just a bit easier to live in. The pilot told herself to breath, just like she had been saying since the moment she was sealed in this fighter. All that separated her sleek fighter from her first actual battle was the clamps currently holding the Starfighter in place. The empty vastness of space was within reach of the hanger, broken up by the up by the small twinkling of light of the beautiful stars. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The waiting was beginning to become unbearable. It would only be a short flight for her squadron to make it to penetrate the atmosphere, and only moments until they were engaged by the rebellion’s pathetic excuses for pilots. That thought made her grin to herself, knowing soon she would be killing rebels. Not simulations, not training bots, not even other imperials in war games. Actual, living, breathing rebels to the cause. And she would savor every single kill she earned. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then it finally came through, the order to prep their fighters. They were about to launch, and every fighter needed to go through their final checklists. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing, excited nerves, Luna began to check things off mentally from the checklist. Fuel? Still full, as it had been for the last hour. Computer? Powered on, going through its warmup. The computer loaded the targeting systems, thrusters control, and altimeter so it was finished and ready to go. The redhead checked the last of her systems, grinning lightly to herself as the adrenalin began to rush through her body. A quick tightening of her gloves, adjustment of her helmet, and a hasty breathing exercise ensured that she was ready for the coming moments.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A loud siren began to sound, prompting her to place her thumb on the release clamps button awaiting the TIE in front of her to drop. A full grin peaked at the edges of her lips as the ship dropped before powering out of the hanger, giving her the turn of doing the exact same. The button was pressed, and for a moment she was in free fall, right up until she eased the throttle forward, shooting her interceptor out of the hanger. The redhead resisted crying out in excitement, knowing it would just get her reprimanded. Instead, she followed her squadron downward, towards the planet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Squadron mates began checking in over their private comm, and when her turn arrived, her voice, proud and sharp, broadcasted through her squadron mates channel. “This is knight four, I am out of the hanger. Taking my approach behind knight three and two.” Her enthusiasm earned some laugher through the channel, but she didn’t care. They were approaching planeside, approaching the men and woman who deemed themselves high and mighty enough to rebel against the First Order, and Luna was here to knock them down a few pegs. [/SIZE]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Having been called a coward and doing what Jaron had come to do, he returned to his ship where he would await further orders, from @Ludof Vaas. He had to get out of there before his cover was blown. Perhaps a return trip to Dosuun was in order.

(Exit)

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Citadel of Dawn.
Objective: Who Even Knows Anymore?
Allies: The First Order, [member="Bee"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Kyrel Ren"],
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"]

The golden lightsabre pierced through armour and flesh, certainly not enough to actually relieve her of a limb, but enough to cause enough pain. And what was enough pain? For the Zeltron to reset the entire engagement with a point-blank force push into his chest. Unbalanced and all, lightsabre high in the air, already coming back down to split her in half, and then a palm came out, almost close enough to physically touch him... And then he was thrown backwards. Vyrassu went with it, likely passing Mr. Vandermolen before he hit the ground and log-rolled for several metres.

Slowly, the Sith rose up to his feet, finally appearing to acknowledge the hole in his suit, and the furrow across his midsection that further worked to opening it. A single finger from his left hand ventured over to the opening and circled around the initial point of contact.

Since being shot at, the damage had since stabilized, and then his hand dragged across the hole along the width of his body.

"Impressive," he said thoughtfully. His heart was beating hard, he could feel its thumping, as if sought to burst out of his chest, even in his ears he could feel its intensity.

Lightsabre swapped between his right and left hands.

Through his commline to other forces under his command, which, was likely everyone present besides [member="Ludolf Vaas"] and his Legion. Perhaps he got a direct line to the Supreme Commander for him to listen, or perhaps he didn't, regardless, the Sith spoke.

:: Pull back all vehicles. :: ​

There was no need for an explanation. Even with reinforcements, the assaulting forces still held a larger vehicular force than the Wolves did on this day. Taking into account the amount of casualties that his forces had taken, the First Order would need a new position, especially one that was more defensible, and one that wasn't falling apart to begin with. From the hills, [member="Rolf Amsel"] had begun the attack on the flanks of the enemy. However, Vyrassu foresaw that they would only be a temporary distraction for the main bulk of the soon to be retreating forces.

:: General Graush to F.I.S.T... Stall the advance of hostile vehicles for as long as possible. :: ​

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There was a break in the comms and A'sharad re-ignited the golden lightsabre in his palm.

:: Coordinates for extraction are forthcoming. Vyrassu, Out. ::​

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Click. ​

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"Come," A'sharad called out to both the Zeltron and the scrawny man who sought to steal from him, though mainly the former. "And you will taste death. See, that you will savour it."

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Hide"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, Protecting Siobhan,
Objective: NPC Fight, survive the chaos
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"],
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.

The droid saw couple of the ritual-casting Sith drop to the ground from his shots, one of those rare beautiful moments when shooting at a Force user actually works. However, before he could celebrate another cultist stepped up, taking a swing at him. The machine blocked the red saber, locking the two energy blades together, wrestling between each other over the control of the lightsabers. The Crownsguard had the upper hand at first, taking the machine by surprise, managing to bring the two blades close enough to the droid that they begun to sear the armored plates of his pauldrons, covering his shoulders. A gash was slowly etched into them by the blade until finally the machine steadied itself and pushed back.

His stronger mechanical body had advantage over longer struggles and the machine managed to push the sabers back away from himself, overtaking the Crownsguard to break the saber-lock and push him back, launching him back into the fray and getting some more breathing room.

The Sith spell wasn't total but it still had some effect as some of the Angelii were wrapped in the arcane binds and the Crownsguard quickly moved towards them to put them down.

"You sons of bee-yotches."

The droid hissed as he propelled himself forward towards the closest Eldorai, rolling on the ground as a Crownsguard moved towards the Angelii, putting himself quickly between his ally and foe as he appeared on the ground, reaching up with his lightsaber to block the blade that was aimed towards the captured Angelii, his other hand he shot forward with a powerful straight punch of armored metal fist aimed right at the Sith's codpiece to assault his genital and buy the Eldorai more time.

From his stance he saw another Crownsguard moving towards a nearby Eldorai bound within the sorcerous bindings, he pulled up his revolver once more, aiming from the hip to loose a couple of shots at the Sith before the one he punched could either retaliate or put himself together. Of course he would not be able to save all of the Angelii who were caught in the sorcery but he could do his best to minimize their losses from it,

"If you thought this was so easy, then clearly you have never heard before of H- oh no."

The droid was about to taunt the Sith nearby when he saw the results of the concussion grenade mixed with Dark Side ritual and stopped his train of thought in its tracks. The machine was old and fought Sith numerous times, although this was not his original body, a mere echo of him, the memories of many rituals witnessed in action, for example Atrisian Mess, were still fresh in his memory banks.

At first there were strikes of lightning, electricity born of the pure rage and fear that was the dark side, lashing out from above the epicenter of the spell towards the Sith and Angelii alike. The droid brought his lightsaber up, the lightning crackled and arced around his saber, disrupted and deflected out into the sky, against the ground, leaving glassed trails where it whipped the sand. Some of its strands wrapped around the blade and lashed out against the droid, he did not had access to the Force to properly channel it after all, only the magnetic casing of the plasma blade. His body jittered and spasmed slightly as his head twitched on his metal neck, one of his knees locking up, forcing him back to the ground to kneel down.

Meanwhile, the Angelii who were outside the effect of Sith Force-borne binds, or those who managed to escape their hold as the spell begun to destabilize, did their best to quench and absorb the lightning. After all, the Eldorai were one of those weird Force cultures whose Force abilities manifested in elemental prowess rather than standard Force skills, that included pyromancy and electromancy, mastery over lightning. Their hands extended out towards the sky, palms open, the lightning licking their palms, absorbed by them, at least those that were not busy fighting off the Sith.

Either way, all that wouldn't matter much in the end as the destabilized magic finally climaxed in explosive eruption, squirting out pure chaos and destruction all over their faces. Things suddenly went from a 3 to a 10 as the magic bellowed out in fire and dazzling colours from outer space, screams of wounded pierced the battlefield along with the scream of the void and nether itself that reached out into the reality from the tear that briefly manifested itself as result of the magical ritual. One could say that it was truly Star Wars: Chaos.

The droid was thrown back along the ground, rattling about and tumbling like a rag doll, the magical fire chased and licked him through his fall, burning off his grey cloak and singing his armor in streaks of ashen grey and black charred marks. Just like him, the Sith and Angelii were pushed back as well, at least those who were unlucky enough to be close to the epicenter of the explosion, most of those victims were probably Sith because the rituals was conducted behind the line of Crownsguards who were protecting it from the Eldorai and droid getting close enough to disrupt it.

The machine pushed himself up, still functional, looking around the newfound chaos landscape as his audioreceptors stabilized with ringing they were so far registering and his vision re-calibrated after being thrown around and all the colors that rushed before him at the moment of detonation. Some of the Eldorai and Sith went back right to fighting, being far away from the explosion to be affected enough to quench their thirst for either blood or survival, most were on the ground, either scrambling to get up or laying limply on the battered soil, as likely to be unconscious as dead.

Nearby him there was a Sith Crownsguard laying on the ground. Whether the man was conscious or not the droid could not tell, either way he reached down to grab him by the neck and lifted him up,

"This is why you should not do sorcery!"

HK-copy explained to the Sith as he shook him violently,

"This sort of thing happens literally every time!"

He shook him some more before pulling his fist up and delivering a strong punch aimed at the man's face, just to make sure that he was unconscious or would be knocked out before he could attack the droid shaking him,

 

[Zmej Ren]

[SIZE=10pt]Somewhere near Santaissa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: FO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Judah Lesan Jr."][/SIZE]
Gear: [SIZE=10pt]Armourhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/68540-fo-01-stormtrooper-armour/, [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]baton[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]gun[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]“No.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] She answered simply and proceeded to circle her opponent clockwise, steps short and certain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Anger stole into her voice as she delved deeper into the bottomless pit of passion, readying her next strike. Even if the Jedi’s defences were solid, no shield could last forever. Provided the Ren could tap into the Force to partially replenish her strength, hammering her opponent with strikes long enough was a valid tactic bound to succeed sooner or later. Zmej’s grip on the baton’s handle tightened, teeth gritted, heart burning in an angry inferno.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“But I’m about to.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Experience was what she lacked – but the Force itself stood on the powerfully motivated Ren’s side, more than making up for that. Zmej’s gloved hand opened in a palm, feeling the mystical energy flow through her as she invited it in, aggression acting as a conductor and guiding the raw, untamed power into her body. The glorious sensation came immediately, bearing even stronger effect than anticipated. While the light side cried and waned with each additional death, clubbed by pain, hate and suffering reigning over the already devastated planet, the dark side danced in a lively fashion, empowered by destruction and chaos, letting its faithful followers reap the fruit of their labour. One such devoted member stood right in front of the Jedi – and while the Padawan’s world would be clouded by suffocating darkness, his inner peace the only source of power to draw upon, Zmej faced no such difficulty, embracing her inner emotions to the fullest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The empty hand rose up, curling into a fist as the disciple of Ren tried to coil a firm, strangling grip around her opponent’s windpipe. Her frustration, anger, hatred – it all went there, poured into the single thought of squeezing the life out of him through the power of the dark side and concentrated passion in a perfect display of Force choke that would make Darth Vader proud. [/SIZE]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="BE-183"], [member="Asharad Graush"]


Since [member="Valiens Nantaris"] went on an unauthorised LOA, this one was tempted to write an entire paragraph about Tempest admiring Elpsis'...physical attributes. However, that would've been highly unprofessional behaviour in the middle of a war zone. Besides, it's doubtful that beskar'gam is form-fitting since that would be impractical. Ergo this one shall write a serious post.


Between Elpsis, Tempest and [member="Aeron Kreelan"]'s efforts, the mine field probably was not much of a problem anymore. However, many stormtroopers sought to prevent them from taking the Citadel. Elpsis was a lot younger and less experienced than Draco, but battle-hardened. She could see what the First Order troops were attempting to do. However, they faced a bunch of Force Masters, plus HK's droid phalanx.


After all the fighting, Elpsis could feel herself tiring. The empathic backlash caused by all the deaths made her head spin and gave her a headache, but she persevered. They were so close to victory, the redhead was certain of it. The shield wall of Draco's Mandalorian warriors did its part to protect the Force Masters. Here and there, a blaster bolt would get through and allies would fall, though Elpsis did her best to absorb the incoming hail of projectiles. Her hands were badly scorched and felt like they were burning, but she could use the heat to fuel herself. Thus the combined force of Firemane soldiers, droids and Mandalorians kept advancing.


Abruptly, red lightning burst forth from Draco's fingertips as he Force Drained all over the place, seeking to suck the stormtroopers dry. As he did so, the firemane stretched out with her pyromantic gifts, unleashing them upon the blasters of several stormtroopers to wreck and blow them up. Pieces of debris were pulled from the ground and lifted into the air, super heated and then hurled towards the stormtroopers in a powerful vortex to bury hostiles.


Beads of sweat dripped down Elpsis' face. "They aren't running out of bucketheads, are they? I could use some juice," she muttered, seeing that Tempest had joined Draco's Force Drain onslaught, drawing upon the power that Siobhan had taught her some time ago. In addition to slaying their enemies, the stolen energy could be shared between the Masters. It was in this moment that suddenly a new ally entered the field, as Taryc slid through Draco's legs and began hacking at stormtroopers with gusto. That was one way to make an entrance! "Girl, I like your style."

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Blade-Knight"
Location: The Slit-Trenches attacked to the South-Eastern side of the Citadel initially dug in by FN-888, Captured from the FO
Objective: Cover the GA forces pushing into the Citadel, hold down the position
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Laira Vereen"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: [member="BE-183"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rolf Amsel"],
Forces: Inside the Trenches- 109 Iron Legionnaire Drones 15 armed with Abregado Blast-Staves, 94 armed with Abregado Light Magnetic Repeaters
3 (30 troops) squads from the Iron Company, 10 troops per squad, organics and intelligent, emancipated Iron Legionnaire Droids alike, armored in the Protectorate Power Armor, and Electro-Cestus, armed with Magnetic Repeaters, mk2 and mk3 bolt guns, CBRW flamers, RC-2 magnetic miniguns, MD-1 mass drivers, depending on the role, and Magnetic Revolvers and Spears of Rae as side-arms, and carrying one Firemane Aspis shield generator
1 Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, Light Model, armed with RC-1 Rotary cannon
2 medium Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platforms, one equipped with RC-1 rotary cannons, one equipped with MD-1 mass drivers
3 Static gunpit w/camouflage netting and tri-pod mounted FWMB-10 repeating blasters dug into the slit trench network (Captured from the FO)

Outside the Trenches- 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, heavy Magnetic Repeater, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.
light Mag'Ladroth Personal Walker, right arm CBRW Flamethrower, left arm Magnetic Minigun
1 heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with two RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the sides, one main MD-1 mass driver gun
1 Static gunpit located close to the treeline (Captured from the FO, being dismantled)

Attacking Rexus- 4 medium Mobile Weapon Platform Spider Droids, 2 armed with RC-1 rotary cannons, 2 armed with MD-1 mass drivers
1 damaged heavy Spider-Droid Mobile Weapon Platform, equipped with one RC-1 rotary cannons mounted on the left side, one main MD-1 mass driver gun, right side melted and destroyed from previous FO bombardment


Elpsis+Tempest, Draco, Aeron, Michael, Taryc, Ludolf, Rolf


The advance of Firemane forces into the fortress would be covered by the Abregado drones and spider droids that now entrenched themselves within the FO slit trenches they took off of FN-888's platoon after their retreat. After all, it was the machines who called in the push against the Citadel through the slit trenches they took hold of and captured and the allies arrived at their position to do so, using the corridors they cleared attached right to the Citadel since FN-888 build the trenches directly next to the fortress to enter the Citadel.

When Ludolf's legion tried to close the gap behind the Firemane and Mandalorians they would come to meet blaster fire from the trenches shot towards them, the three blaster repeater gunpits opened fire, shooting out a bolt after bolt of plasma towards them from the strong points first set up by the FO, now in control of Abregado and GA. The spider droids who now moved inside the protection of the trenches begun to shoot as well, the rotary cannons of the two remaining spider droids equipped with such weapons, one light, one medium, begun to turn before suddenly exploding in their thunderous noise of hyper-velocity gunshots,

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

The small armor shattering pellets streaked through the sky towards the FO forces led by Ludolf, who probably emerged from the treeline the trenches faced as they chased to attack Firemane during their advance into the Citadel as they passed between the droids protecting their entry point, careful not to shoot one of their own. The GA troops shouldn't have to completely push through FO forces to get to the Citadel, however, after all when Abregado laid siege on the trenches the supply line of their reinforcements went from the GA landing zone to the trenches more or less unharassed on their way there, so there must have been a cleared way towards the trenches still controlled by the GA and Firemane.

Even the large Spider Tank, a heavy spider-droid model, would turn its turret all the way around as it slowly advanced past the trenches into the Citadel's ruins, lumbering over the ruined corpses of FO tanks FN-888 left above the trenches in their last stand without further reinforcements or support, trapped between the Citadel's strong yet scarred walls, and the mass drivers of the droids still moving up against FO's position. Its twin rotary cannons on the sides begun to rotate as well, soon enough opening fire and adding to the cacophony of the battle, thunderous shots bellowing out in highly repetitive fashion, laying down fire even easier than its light or medium counterparts, given that the droid-walker towered above the infantry, minimizing chances of friendly fire. It's man mass-driver cannon was already charged as it swiveled here and there, for now withhold its fire until the FO would decide to move in armored units against them. Same went for the remaining medium droid with two mass drivers attached over its back, it still waited for a more dangerous target to appear.

The infantry drones within the trench network joined the fray as well, their magnetic repeaters lining up over the trench lines to open fire towards the stormtroopers, giving out a shot after shot, with the protection of the trenches and the current delicate situation of their allies moving in to capture the Citadel the precision of their guns and slower firing speed came useful. Plus it made things look even more Great War-like as the repeaters sent out hard hitting bolts against their targets, cracking and shattering stormtrooper armor if any was hit, causing it to concave and implode into its wearer. A few of blast-staff wielding drones remained within the trenches as well, holding their weapon over the protective walls in front of them to let loose a hail of blaster fire, most of them, however, begun to move inside the Citadel with the Firemane to capture the stronghold, a feat in which the melee capabilities of their weapons came useful.

As to Rolf, since he was moving South-East along the mountains, that meant he was moving towards the trench network currently occupied by Abregado through which Firemane pushed in. However, he would not be quite so ambushed by them as Ludolf's forces chasing the Firemane would, given the thunderous roars of their higher caliber hyper-velocity weapons, Rolf's forces would be able to hear the battle long before anyone fired upon them. Of course, if they would stray too close to the enemy positions the drones would notice them with their scanners and motion trackers and someone would begin shooting at them, but for now they would have some extra time to plan things out.

Also a squad of infantry drones was sent to the out-lying gun pit that housed an additional E-Web, they would begin to disassemble the gun position, lifting it up to try and carry it off into the slit-trench network for some unknown purpose.

Among the Firemane, GA, and Mandalorian troops would be also a wobbling dwarf walker that lumbered towards the Abregado-held trenches as fast as it could, it was piloted by one Blade-Knight, the Greycloak charged with leading these forces, finally making his rendezvous with other droids to take part in the battle personally.


BE-183,


BE would find the Citadel already contested by the GA, Firemane, and Mandalorian forces as troops begun to spill into it from the trench network right next to one of its entrances set up by FN-888 earlier, now held by enemy infantry units. When the stormtroopers tried to take the battlements to provide more heavier fire against other waves of GA and Firemane soldiers pushing to reinforce their forces already at the Citadel, one of the commando squads sent in by the Iron Company would open fire against them from their flank.

A heavily armored soldier in stylized Protectorate armor aimed its RC-2 magnetic minigun towards the stormtroopers, its multiple barrels rotating before quickly exploding in another thunder of multiple shattergun rounds being fired towards the FO soldiers in quick succession,

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

The commandos wanted to pin down the stormtroopers and lay down some heavy anti-infantry fire on them while they still could. Other soldiers would open fire as well, using their MK-2 bolt guns and magnetic repeaters, although it would not be as impressive, to pick off stormtroopers from another vantage point, moving along the walls and battlements towards them to clear them out, end their anti-armor barrage before it could cause some serious damage to their forces, if it hasn't already that is.

One of the soldiers raised his own heavy caliber weapon, an MD-1 personal mass driver, taking aim from his shoulder as he calculated a best spot to bombard the anti-armor group with. He did not fire just yet, however, stormtroopers would have time to react to the fire from sudden attack from within the Citadel first. They would also be able to see other squads of similarly armored soldiers moving within the Citadel, one would fall inside a nearby structure, what used to be a building housing Aspis shield generator. Among them were also infantry drones armed with the hard-hitting but slower firing magnetic repeaters and the blast-staves, a mix of a blaster repeater and an electro-staff.


Raexus


The spider droids sent to push in against Rexus's entrenched group would finish swinging around the fortress, coming up from their flank-ish, or at their side. It would be four medium spider droids, because all the lighter models were toast, two of them were armed with twin shattergun rotary cannons, two of them had the Abregado designed twin mass-drivers for heavy bombardment.

Using trees, ruins, and rock outcropping, pretty much any cover they could find, the machines opened fire from the rotary cannons. The multiple barrels of the guns begun to rotate, warming up and taking aim before they opened fire in that familiar thunderous,

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA,

Hyper-velocity pellets streaked across the sky, exploding earth when they hit the already battered and ruined soil, causing rocks to shatter and splinter into deadly high velocity shards when a rock outcropping or remnants of duracrete battlements were striked, causing the sandbags to heave out splatters of sand that rained down on the stormtroopers like gross snow that got in between their armor plates and just got stuck in there, clumping together, probably some of it would get into their under-armor as well and their boots, since it just got everywhere, and chaffed them so bad. There would also be sounds of painful screams and the shattering of armor should any of the rounds hit stormtroopers from the sudden attack and help GA forces push against another FO-held slit trench network to clear it out.

The twin rotary guns would be peeking out from above the cover the spider droids were using, a good thing about having the guns mounted over the machines was that they could fire while the rest of the droid body could stay in cover, they were designed like that specifically for slower trench warfare their makers preferred. Of course, the droids still needed to see where they were shooting, so they would skitter around while they fired, peeking out from their protective spots here and there in case they had to make any corrections. However, good thing about having fast-firing weapons is that you did not really had to aim that much, fire enough hyper-velocity shots in the right direction and you were bound to hit something.

As to the droids wielding mass-drivers, their guns were ready but the spider-droids themselves were still taking aim, calculating where would be a good spot to bombard the entrenched troopers, but they would not fire just yet.

There would also be a sound of loud footsteps coming up from behind the droids yet, meaning a heavier unit was on its way, although it was a bit distant still and whatever made the noise did not make an appearance just yet.


Laira, any FO pilots still intervening,


"Well done on the air support,"

Came a transmission from Abregado forces to Laira and her squad,

"The enemy armor is shot, their guns are silent, that will show the Ferries what is what. The enemy is moving up infantry now to try and counter-attack our entrenched positions and intercept the forces taking the Citadel now, we could use some strafing runs against them, hold your higher caliber weapons for now, we expect more armored units will be moving in, over."

Laira, as well as pilots from the FO side would be able to see four more dropships break through the skies and head towards the GA LZ, another wave of reinforcements for the Abregado most likely, two of them were lighter, two of them were heavier variants. If there was any of them who could intercept them, now was their chance.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Vexen"]

Oh, so she was a doctor? There was a little bit of irony in that. Either way, making sure she was somewhat stabilized was going to do them all good. Vex was right. They had to get out of here and towards the FOB right away.

[ Should I expect some backseat Medicing then? ] came his light-hearted joke, doing his best to try and keep her distracted and talking to him while he continued his work. Accelerating healing didn't heal a person immediately. All it did was help in accelerating the body's natural healing process.

[ Telling me how I should be doing things? ] he added with a lighthearted quip, although he gave a frown behind his helm. There was something odd here. He could feel it slithering underneath.

[ Yeah, almost done Vex. Think you can call ahead? ] he asked Vexen. Micah's hand was now hovering over Irajah's middle. The extent of the damage was here, and he focused the Force upon it to help in her body's natural healing.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Ben Sahar

"Delectable."

The voice of the Dark Lord reverberated with the echoes of a thousand dead, rattling around in the confines of her skull as his malicious spirit wormed its way in through the cracks born of the relentless assault against Siobhan's mental barriers. He gorged himself on the fear that he witnesses, the sight of [member="Tegaea Alcori"]'s body torn asunder by the crimson blade of the Sith, and the sounds of her agonizing death were like the sweetest symphony to the debauched Sith. Such attachments to loved ones he found especially nourishing, they were so easily to twist and to warp to play on the fears of those who harbored such terrors within their souls.

Siobhan fought against his intrusion upon the sanctity of her mind, she was strong in will but lacked proper training and thus much like her application of telekinesis she sought to force him out with brute strength alone. The Dark Lord may have been a warrior but he had long since adamantly studied the dark arts of the Sith, locking himself away for weeks as he poured over musty manuscripts and yellowed tomes within his sanctuary on Panatha. He was no [member="Matsu Xiangu"] or [member="Darth Vitium"], but he was not a novice when it came to the arcane, and found that as his powers in the Dark Side swelled so too did his grasp on the intricacies of magick.

Her voice rang out across the ethereal link, "I've walked the realms of the dead. I've slain elder horrors. Nothing you say. Or do. Could possibly frighten me." The Dark Lord merely laughed, "Ah, but it is not what horrors I could inflict, let us see what you are capable of." He reached out with his hands, taking hold of the image of Tegaea broken and torn by the hands of the Sith and began to shape it, much like a potter would shape clay to their design, and reformed it into a scene of true horror. Instead of Tegaea being slain by the Sith, she was instead slain by Siobhan herself in a myriad of different ways. Run through by her blade, torn limb-from-limb by telekinesis, her neck snapped and her body contorted into horrific angles. Whatever the Sith Lord could imagine was infused into the manipulation, all manners of horrors and atrocities.

Such images, even if dispelled, would leave a lasting effect on any who witnessed them. A blemish upon the soul.

Yet, as anticipated, the attack was not to last. Yet aside from inducing terrible hallucinations and visions of terror the attack served another purpose, for as he unleashed his mental intrusion he never stopped his physical advance. For all of Siobhan's mental resilience and rejection of the visions he had imposed upon her, she left herself fixated at a singular point as the Dark Lord calmly advanced and closed the distance between them. Now as the illusion was shattered, he rushed forth even as he felt renewed pressure crushing down upon his right lung to stab at Siobhan's covered face with his right saber while also pushing his left forward to stab at her right arm, specifically to create an armored barricade against her weapon and to possible spear an opening in her armor; possibly beneath the arm or directly in the armpit.

​

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Death and destruction reigned around the epicenter of the blast with those that had been in the closest proximity having their molecular structure displaced by the rampant arcane energies, their bodies suspended in the air while simultaneously crumbling into ash at an extremely slow rate of decay. Many others had been affected by the blast, but they were not immediately killed because of it. Those that could still move still sought to fight, capitalizing on their enemies vulnerability to run them through with their lightsabers while those farthest away from the ruined ritual were virtually unharmed and continued to fight unhindered.

But it was obvious that at this point that the fight had all but devolved into a vicious melee, their ranks broken as their minds were addled by the chaotic energies that warped the land around them. The difference between friend and foe was completely lost to those who had succumbed as Crownguard fought Crownguard and Angelli fought Angelli, with the only ones being unaffected by the madness being those who had escaped the blast entirely or those whose bodies were completely inorganic.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"]​

 

[HK-36]

Character: HK-36-1
Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Objective: Begin hunting FO officers and Force-Users, neutralize the rookie stormtrooper working on the repeater
Allies: All by himself, outside of his copy waiting in a stealth transport,
Enemies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"] and the Raven Squad, [member="Torian Pierce"] in the sky?
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy), Magnetic Repeater (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment.
Forces: The Knight Of The Eclipse (Dark Harvester Prize Stealth Transport) with a collection of shattergun-miniguns, bowcasters, and blast-staves on board


The blizzard howled all around them, winds whipping past with flurries of snow as the rookie of the squad worked on the heavy repeater, trying to unjam it from its tripod or the stones it rested before the original gunner was wounded, attempting to lift it up and join his squad. There was little but the noise of him working on the weapon and the snow rushing past him in the area, it almost seemed peaceful.

A pair of crimson glowing eyes materialized as if out of thin air behind the young soldier, a flurry of snow clutching to a silhouette of a tall slender being.

Suddenly the soldier was jerked forward as a six fingered hand wrapped around his throw, jamming itself beneath his helmet and clutching hard. The soldier chortled and chocked softly, sound being stifled out of him by the digits as the spindly fingers wrapped around him and pushed just in the right spots to make him mute. The organic looking layer peeled back from the hand, as to not cut his throat open on accident by the sharkskin used to create the biot. HK turned the soldier around, forcing him to face the machine as his cloak was dropped momentarily and the trooper looked back into those red eyes from beneath their black hood.

"Do not struggle."

The droid whispered as he smoothly snatched the commlink and the soldier's side arm from his belt, clipping the communication device on his own toolbelt before tossing the blaster aside with a soft thud against the fluffy snow.

"I will not hurt you, I promise."

HK kept on whispering, the struggling soldiers' arms reached out to him, clutching on the metal arm, pushing on the Phrik face and pauldrons to try and free himself. The droid's hand reached out and grabbed the stormtrooper's white helmet, pulling it off of him to reveal the face beneath.

"Look into my eyes, trust in me~"

He whispered melodically as lights appeared in the crimson photoreceptors,

"Trust in me, I will not hurt you."

The droid added in with a soft whisper, his faceplate right in front of the soldier's face as the lights begun to spin and dance in a multicolor show, twirling together into one phantasmal whirlpool like a kaleidoscope,

"You are now under my command."

HK added, he was using the Hypno-Gaze, link in the equipment list, a hypnotic gadget ARGH developed to allow droids to simulate in a way the effects of a mind trick, although it worked on a more biological level, many stormtroopers were open to attacks against their minds, especially rookies like the one in the machine's grasp.

"Look at all this snow around you, it would be a shame to just pass it off, would it not? You feel like this is your only chance to do this, so instead of fighting, you will drop all your ammunition and grenades and you will start building snowmen, one for every soldier in your platoon, and you will not stop until all of them are complete and standing or I will say 'ropos walking in the streets' do you understand?"

The machine would then release the soldier, letting him relax, although his hand still holding the helmet clutched, just in case the hypnosis did not work and he had to knock the rookie out before he would raise an alarm. If it did work, however, the droid would put the helmet back on him so the soldier would not catch a cold, collect his ammunition and weapons, cloak himself again, and he would let him do his thing carrying on building the snow-man stormtroopers.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Tempest"]
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Asharad Graush"]

Boom. Explosions, explosions everywhere. Once Elpsis and the others have joined her at the northwest, the numbers that seemed too much have quickly thinned out in what it seemed to be a few minutes. Nima was at the background doing support stuff, giving her energy to others and protecting their own soldiers from the flying vehicles when Elpsis went full artillery on them. Now that there was an opening, it was their time to strike, it was the time to take the Citadel. To be honest, they've wasted enough time and gave the already dead planet a lot of trouble. So, a huge group of soldiers from Mandalorians, Firemane and droids came together to push forward towards victory. She could feel it, they were almost there. The path to victory was right in front of them, and the group was moving in a quick pace towards it. However, a huge group of stormtroopers were on their way. And soon a lot of blaster bolts followed, coming right towards them. However, it wasn't enough to stop a bunch of strong masters from advancing, since they all had their own skills to protect themselves and cause a good amount of damage.

Elpsis was burning, her attacks filled the battlefield with screams of those who have fallen. Tempest and a person that Nima didn't know, however faintly remembered from somewhere, unleashed a familiar, yet not so pleasant Force energy against their enemies. Force Drain. She remembered how much it hurt when Sio applied it to her in their training duel together. Yeah, their training duels were like that. After all, no one was going to just Force Push you in a real battle. Anyway, this time this power was their ally and filled her with energy, almost overwhelmingly as there were a lot of stormtroopers that were affected from this. And a new face suddenly appeared and started to wreak havoc in stormtrooper lines slashing her way through. All of this destruction and events, normally, would disturb Nima. However, she felt something different. She felt overexcited, very disturbingly so. All this Dark energy reminded her of a feeling distant yet so familiar. Her hand, with no control of her own, went towards the other lightsaber that awaited in its hilt to be used for a long time, which was her mother's farewell "gift" from Korriban. The thing she didn't know, though, was her mother's soul was still bounded inside the lightsaber even though she was told it would save her from that fate. Once she activated the lightsaber, again, with no control of her own, everything went black for the Twi'lek, it felt like she suddenly fell asleep. Then opened her eyes again, however this time, they were green instead of icy blue.

All this Dark energy around, destruction and the adrenaline has awakened her mother, she wanted to join the battle, the urge that she couldn't stop as it had been a long time she didn't feel this way. She didn't like to possess her own daughter to do so, however it was the only way since she could only interact with outside world via the one that wielded and activated the lightsaber. A smile formed on her lips as she looked at both of her hands. In one, there was the blue lightsaber, and in another, hers. The cursed saber that always held her here. She took the air inside "her" lungs then let it go, once again, then once again. She was... alive. She felt like laughing, however, instead a sigh followed. "I am sorry." She said, but to whom. She knew who she was saying sorry to. Then, she looked at them. The stormtroopers. Pathetic beings. The lambs to slaughter. They were going to die. Painfully. Without further ado, she jumped in such speed that it was difficult to keep up, both of her lightsabers ready to kill. Needless to say, she was quite faster than Nima, too fast even. When the first stormtrooper was butchered by her hands with her aerial assault, both lightsabers cutting him half as his screams filled the air, her smile broadened as she landed to the ground softly. It was too good to be alive.

Then the slaughter began. One lost his hands, another her leg. She ran in the ranks of those stormtroopers like a ghost, taking her targets down one by one. Swift, yet brutal hits followed, lots of stormtroopers suddenly lost their limbs and fell to the ground with painful screams, then she disappeared as the stormtroopers knew where she was, and reappeared when they least expected, finishing the job. The woman was too fast for the stormtroopers, one would say her mother would be a good assassin. The slaughter continued as the stormtroopers fell one by one, lightsabers carving a path for her allies towards victory. However, this power-up of hers was not going to last for too long, even though she was strong now because of the Dark aura and all the adrenaline caused by the battlefield, she still had limited energy and Nima's mind was strong enough to overcome her control, even though she wouldn't remember a thing afterwards. They shared a body now, however their minds were different. And her mother didn't want Nima to know she was still here.

With her and her allies cleaning out the enemy in front of them that prevented them from achieving victory, one would think that the stormtroopers' numbers were quite thinning out. Even though it didn't seem that way since once you cut one, two more filled their positions. Oh well, more to kill.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="elpsis elaris"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="jaron lesan"]

Forces:

Spoiler

At Comm Tower
-1 Company of Soldiers (243 Soldiers)
-Gear:
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
Arriving at Comm Tower
-2 Companies of Soldiers (500 Soldiers)
-Gear:
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)

The GADF soldiers at the tower were soon reinforced by the rest of the force Taryc had arrived with. They filled out positions on either side of the already entrenched force and began to try to force the enemy scout soldiers to fold under their withering fire.

Tempests forces maintained excellent discipline as they continued to fire on [member="ludolf vaas"]'s forces. Those casualties they took were quickly brought to the back of the formation to be readied for medevac.

At the Master's Ball, Taryc wasn't aware of either, as she was busy tearing into the storm troopers before her. Every step the Masters took, she was there with them. Her sword was a bright blue blur of flaming beskar as her focus tightened on cutting down the enemy forces. She stepped into a group of stormtroopers, her sword in her right hand cut into one, as her beskar plated elbow smashed the helmet of another. Then she spun away and repeated the process until she and the Masters had fought their way to another trench built into the rock of the mountains. Taryc pulled back a moment, keeping in line with the masters and batting away blaster bolts with her flaming sword.

"Girl, I like your style."

She couldn't help but grin as she focused on catching her breath. The energy seeping into her from the two Masters force draining the stormtroopers helped, but she didn't want to push it too hard too fast. Her response would have been a wink, had she not been wearing a helmet, so she instead nodded to the woman, and watched as she manipulated fire in ways that made Taryc feel warm and giddy on the inside.

"You'll have to teach me that."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="HK-36"]


Carnifex was mistaken in his belief.


Siobhan had not merely sought to force him out through telekinesis. As had been elaborated upon, she had walls around her mind. Strong, powerful ones. Her mental fortress. She'd learned long and hard that protecting herself mentally was crucial. He was not the first mentalist who'd tried to force his way into her mind and use her family against her.


Her experience was not borne from training in a meditation room, but gruelling lessons upon the field of battle. That was the real teacher. The horrors he sought to unleash were terrible, but nowhere near as draining or all-consuming as the Sith Lord presumed. By his own admission, he was not [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. The nightmarish Witch-Necromancer. Siobhan knew the terrible Dread Lady all too well, having battled her twice.


Thus when the Sith Lord showed her images of Tegaea dying by her hand, he made Siobhan angrier. Indeed, Kaine might remember his first duel with Siobhan aboard one of Fondor's shipyards, when his attempt to summon her worst fears backfired on him. Younger Siobhan would've lashed out in a mindless berserk rage. Her older self had more discipline and self-control. So she faced the mental onslaught and did not relent. Eye in the hurricane.


As the fog cleared and the haze left her eyes, she could see this behemoth of war, this large and very, very heavy Sith, charge her with malicious intent. Maybe he was weakened by his fractured leg, maybe troubled by the collapsing lung that the Grandmistress had continued to hold hostage. That was not for Siobhan to determine. Either way, the attack he launched was an awkward one. Right blade towards her helmet covered face, the left crossing over--or under--to pierce her right arm. It was a strange maneouevre.


The Force flowed through her as she willed her body into motion, moving with haste. The Butcher-King's right blade barely kissed her helmet as she quickly pivoted, shifting her body to the left. Soresu was often thought a purely defensive form, a mistake Siobhan herself had made in the past when she disdained it and was arrogant enough to think that a laser sword was beneath her. Harsh experience and lessons with [member="Phylis Alince"] had taught her the contrary. In the right moment, at the right time, it could be the terrible swift sword instead of just the shield.


Thus, she flew into action, wielding her own blade. The Countess used the fluid grace of her Soresu skill to weave her arm in a circular arc that started from below her left foot, and swung powerfully up from the ground and down upon the segmented armour breaks on Kaine's forearms with her orange sabre. The Sith wore a mighty phrik armour, but it would have to be segmented at the joints. Her feet planted, and toes ready to spring her aloft once more, as she took this sharp angle away from her opponents front.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Location: Northwest Citadel
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Enemies: None at the moment

[Please PM me if I missed anything]

At the sight of the Greycloak droid (@HK-36) pulling away with the wounded enemy soldier Ivan ([member="Joza Perl"]), Ludolf holstered his blaster and deactivated his energy shield. His fight was over, for now, though he longed to have it continue. Vaas felt deprived of a chance for glory by the droid who had retreated and chosen not to finish the fight, evident in the Supreme Commander's scowl as he stalked back across friendly lines. He was instantly met by more of his men, who began to work on patching his wounded shoulder and leg with bacta.

"If we have any EMP grenades at the ready, I want some brought to the front immediately," Ludolf said, wincing at the sting of bacta on his shoulder. If he ever met that droid, or any of his kind again, he would come more prepared next time.

Somewhere back in First Order space, away from this carnage and chaos, [member="Marzena Vaas"] was in labor with their child, while simultaneously also unsure if her husband was even alive. But anything that remained of her husband's psyche seemed to be completely absent in Ludolf right now. His eyes were cold and expressionless, his thoughts hellbent on only one purpose; destroying the enemy. He had not attained sufficient honor yet today on the battlefield. At least not to his liking. More souls needed to fall under his weapon for Ludolf's thirst for glory to be quenched.

"Supreme Commander," A voice from a Stormtrooper Captain caused him to lazily cant his head to the side in its direction. "My squad has captured twenty enemy infantry."

Behind the Captain, Ludolf could see the enemy infantry being rounded up by Stormtroopers. He couldn't tell exactly who they were, but judging from the number of players on the battlefield today, they could be from anywhere - Firemane forces under [member="Elpsis Elaris"], perhaps a couple of [member="Draco Vereen"]'s Mandalorians, Kathol Outback marines, or simply Galactic Alliance regulars. The Supreme Commander gazed at them with slight indifference.

"...Your orders?"

Realizing that the Captain was evidently awaiting his command, Ludolf turned his attention back to him. He could tell from the Captain's voice that he anticipated an order of execution, and probably welcomed it. He was merely waiting for confirmation from his superiors to assign these men to the fate he had already prescribed.

"Send them back to their masters," Ludolf waved a hand, much to the Captain's surprise. "But first, disarm them of their weapons and armor and blind them all with fire, so that they may never take up arms against the First Order again. Then put scars on each of their foreheads equal to the number of times the Galactic Alliance has committed an offense against the First Order."

If the Captain had been keeping track, that meant four scars. One for the invasion of Eriadu, one for the assassination of Aram Kalast, one for providing war materiel to the Resistance... and finally one for today's events. If the Captain was a creative man, he might even think of more than that. But Vaas left that up to his discretion.

"Y-yes sir."

Returning his attention to the bacta and the medics surrounding him, Ludolf sat up.

"I've yet one good arm. Get me my weapons again."

Meanwhile, as Graush's forces were pulling back from their now indefensible position, The 214th Legion continued to fight the forces under Tempest's ([member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]) control. If A'sharad lost the Citadel and the Galactic Alliance moved their forces in, then Ludolf would turn the battle into a prolonged siege of the Citadel itself. The Stormtroopers of his Legion continued to operate in small strike squadrons, and gave as good as they got against the enemy GA/Mandalorian/KO/Firemane forces. The enemy's Typhoons and Manticores continued to be relentlessly pummeled by the 214th's AT-TT's and FRT-O1's respectively.

 

[Kuzo]

Kaeshana
​South of Santaissa
Allies: FO
​Enemies: Creators of the Force Storm
[member="Vexen"] [member="Micah Talith"]

"I'll smack him if he gets fresh, I promise," Irajah assured Vexen. While it was obvious she was trying to joke, it fell flat. Especially since when she offered a small chuckle is was abruptly interrupted by a wince and a grunt of pain.

"And I'll try to keep the medical sniping to a minimum," she panted as a wave of pain and nausea rose. She closed her eyes, blinking back tears. Tight, through gritted teeth- "No promises though."

****

There was too much interference, and the case beneath them seemed as straightforward as they could never hope it to be. The emergency cutters peeled off, veering away and toward the next set of coordinates they were needed at. There was nothing they could do for the dead- and there were living yet who they could help.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: Capture, Control, Rescue
Ship: Orar'uliik (Away)
Allies: GA | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: FO | Citadel of Dawn | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="BE-183"]
Music

Well, Ludolf wasn't executing any Mandalorians that much was certain. The only warriors who had been sent at him were the Solus Nek, frenzied berserkers who wore Beskar Power Armor and fitted themselves with deadman's trigger operated disruptor bombs, BY CHOICE. No doubt many First Order troops learned that the hard way when they were beset upon by the power armor, power weapon wielding berserkers. Lucky for the executioner cutting off arms, or he'd be just a bunch of scattered atoms. Every other Mandalorian was in shield formation around the advancing group of Force Masters, and doing quite well for themselves. It was clearer that no hero of the First Order was gunning for striking at the Tygarran Alliance's heart, though if one did leave ordering random troops around and come face Draco down, he wouldn't be opposed to the concept.

Draco was in much better shape than that, surrounded by Tempest, a white haired, but youthful and vibrant, Lightning Shaper of sorts that seemed fairly well off for herself, aiding him in Force Draining Stormtroopers to death and empowering their allies with fresh energy, stamina, and vitality to keep them functioning after so long in a battle; Elpsis, a fiery redhead a few years younger than he who didn't exactly wear form-fitting attire for some impossible to understand reason, making Draco decide Faith would need some that showed off her curves; Nima Tann, a pink skinned twi'lek Draco would have pounced on in his younger, single days without a second thought; and Taryc, who was a fan of spandex and made Draco appreciate the fabric as well with very hard to miss, very nice to look at buttocks. He made a note to see if Faith was willing to be a fan of spandex.

"I don't know all of your names, so I'm going to give you self-explanatory code names if I need to get your attention." He looked around assessing the situation. They had just about made it into the Citadel, and it seemed they would storming themselves soon enough.

"Pink Booty, what can you do to large numbers of troops? Great Booty, you got anything along those lines?" He heard some of the Einherjer snort over the unit comlink as he called out the first two call signs for the Booties of the Apocalypse that were taking over the Citadel. Draco's hand touched Elpsis shoulder and the Force flowed through him into her, pouring a great deal of the reserves of power and stamina he had stolen from the First Order into her, healing her some as he provided for her and the others.

"I can shield us if necessary." The First Order had thrown bodies at the problem and fueled the Mandalorian's power to great strengths. His shield wall was small, only a few dozen veteran warriors that were well equipped and had fought in more battles than the even the most grizzled veteran of the First Order. They were giving a little more than they got, though they were small in number. They made heavy use of grenade launchers and shoulder mounted Bolters to tear up stormtroopers in small groups, in more of a 'to all yall over there' style of killing than a standard issue blaster. Some still fell to weight of fire, but they did their job. The defended the Masters.

Draco's red lightning continued to burst from his finger tips in waves, seeking squadrons at a time, any enemy force that got close in an effort to drain them dry of their life force to fuel that of his comrades. Between storms of draining energy from the enemy, Draco's hands were laid on his allies and they would feel the refreshing touch of power and stamina return to them. Minor wounds might be healed in the process, but none of his new found friends seemed all that injured. Mostly just tired. He couldn't keep this process up forever, and would flag eventually, but while not overtly powerful with the Force, unable to summon Storms, mind control armies, or the like, what Draco specialized in was Outlasting. Endurance. Keeping the enemy from being able to put him down or keep him down.