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

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bU​

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Reality changed. For the rookie at least.

The painful stare of the red eyes were gone and replaced by memories of a long lost childhood.

Do you want to build a snowman ?

Lost in these memories, the young rookie began building a snowman with surprising skill. Slowly at first but as the rhythm in his head picked up, so did the pace of his building. Magically, as if, the stormtrooper built snowtroopers out of snow with such haste and skill that would surprise even the best...uh, snowmen builder ?

Don't let the Supreme Leader in,
don't let him see
Be the good stormie you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel,
don't let him know
Well now he knows​

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Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore​

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Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care
what he's going to say
Let the Alliance rage on.
The rebels never bothered me anyway​

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"Where the hell is this rookie ?" Sarge muttered underneath his breath but Jude heard him through the annunciator.

"Probably building snowmen." Jude joked typically in his style while limping in the snow a few feet besides the sergeant. The squad proceeded forward warily as before and silently before he had to receive a signal from an encrypted line. Turning on the comlink on his ear via the control panel on his wrist datapad, Jude overheard the transmission from Saber One to the Sergeant.

Soon after which the familiar sound of the roaring engines of the fighters broke the despicable whistle of the blizzard. Due to his mentalism skills, Jude felt a sense of relief and motivation among the squad. Air support was always a good sign to anybody on the ground. He knew that from personal experience. When the bombs fell, it brought even more satisfaction.

"Saber One, this is Raven Actual. Splash, out." The Sarge replied over the communications channel. "Saber One, this is Raven Actual. Moving in to location of impact. Repeat. Moving in to location of impact. Break. Requesting eyes on possible stealth units."

The squad immediately readjusted their movements through the ruined city to where the bombs had been dropped, this time with greater motivation and zeal to find and destroy the enemy. Same went for Jude. He owed the bastard for shooting his knee.

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

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, Semi-Paved Road.

Joan swings one leg over the Z-74 beige speeder bike and clasps thighs around the frame tightly; These things always made her nervous 'light duties' The only duty she knows is to the First Order. And it would ever be fulfilled in sickness or health. "You guys need to stop falling for the chocolate ruse." Machine grumbles as he climbs aboard the speeder bike although Flint isn't content to silence. "It isn't my fault, Hotshot challenged me." Flint climbs aboard his Speeder bike and the AT-AT's colossal starboard door recedes back into the troop compartment before sliding up with a hiss and reveals the desolate landscape of Kaeshana. "Alright, we're going to move in an arrowhead formation. Keep it tight, we're moving across plains mostly so there shouldn't be any surprises. Just don't close your eyes and let go of the handlebars, I'm talking to you flint." Members of the platoon chuckle at the Lieutenant's comment. Flint is renowned in the platoon for his antics in cooperation with Hotshot who he shares a close friendship with.

The Speeder whistles forward with the flick of wrist and drop of a foot. Stomach lurches into the throat with a sudden drop, the two Stormtroopers follow behind on their bikes and the trio of Troopers shriek past the AT-STs and assault tanks. They'd continue their push North behind the scout element, waves wash against the shore calmly to the left. The water turned brown with toxic sludge, what was once an idyllic paradise is reduced to an irradiated hell. "We'll arrive in about ten minutes, keep your eyes out for trouble. I'm not losing anyone else to injuries today."

 

[Micah Talith]

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

[ I'll have you know that despite what Vex, here might say, ]. Micah gave a small grunt, frowning under his helm. [ That I am always fresh.] it was a pun. A rather dorky one but it would do. Vexen always enjoyed making fun of the Talith that he had troubles finding a sonic or two. Not that he wasn't against an open air version.

[ She'll be a mite bit tender and smack my head a bit - ] he replied, satisfied with what he'd done so far. It would do until she received medical care of the sort he wasn't able to provide. [ But she'll do.]

Turning back towards the young woman, Micah added, [ I'll be carrying you again. Just try to hold on tight. ] a pause then he added, [ I could help you fall asleep if you like, but not so sure how well you'll be keen on that. ]. It was an offer. Picking up his gauntlet, the Talith awaited her reply. As soon as she gave it, he would either slip on his gauntlet or use the Force to try and help her fall unconscious so she wouldn't be in pain.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Citadel proper: Behind enemy linessssss!
Directly engaging on ground: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]
Red Squadron engaging in the air: Specifically [member="Quin Leeman"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] ATTT's since flying over them.

Dice Roll: Rolled 2 for two ships down. Sorry Red 2 and red 10

Welp, so much for staying low. Feth this was no good. No good at all!

Crammed up against the warped side of a fallen First Order tank, Choli did her best to try and keep a low profile. The place was crawling with living and the dead from both sides. Her only issue was that it held more First Order troops than the young woman would like. Now that she was called out by [member="Sara Lee Jones"], this made hiding out a little more difficult.

A beep, boop from her Pebbledrone caught Cholis attention. The brunette pilot gave a grimace. " Yeah I think she's talking to me." Gorram it! Another check of her TIR stunner. Well the power pack was full. That's something right?

Now she could start talking back... but then that would mean she would know exactly where Choli was hiding. And perhaps any other bucketheads around there. Could I be able to sneak off?

Glancing around, Choli considered her options. Peeking through a small opening, she caught sight of the First Order pilot. Well, at least she wasn't shooting.

Overhead, Red Ten gave a cry as he shouted through the comm [ I have incoming! Got a bogey on my six. He's too fast! Hes'----]. The TR-20 soon blew up in a puff of smoke and fire as [member="Quin Leeman"] managed to nab his first kill. Red Five that had been partnered with Red Ten had to pull up from shooting at [member="Ludolf Vaas"] 's ATTT, but Red Twelve along with Red Four flew on back to attempt another air strike of barrarium missiles. They were aiming to take out at least one. Red Eleven followed up, but Red Two wasn't so lucky as it was shot down by the AA fire from the First Order Forces.

Quin would find himself a dog fight between Red Twelve and Red Nine. Movin gin fast, they came at him to try and strafe laser fire right up his exhaust port with the intention of wearing down his shields.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Space, Near Orbit
Objective: Engage Capital Ships
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: First Order Cruisers

Kurt flicked several switches above his head.

There were still quite a few red dots on up ahead, First Order fighters that were streaming from nearby capital ships. HIs lips thinned slightly as he heard Roge One call over the radio, his eyes darting towards distant specks that seemed to loom just over the horizon of the nearby planet. His eyes wandered towards his sensors, then towards his weapons load out. He had only fired two concussion missiles and his fuel was still more than half full.

The maneuvering with the Interceptor had taken quite a bit, but The Coil was made to run at least twelve hours in combat at full speed, meaning he still had some time before he needed to get back to the ship. His lips thinned for just a moment more and then he called back to Rogue one. [Roger that Rogue One]

His fingers laced around the controls.

[Form up on me.] It probably wasn't a good idea to be giving orders, but he had the fastest ship, and that generally meant he should be the head of the formation, if only because he could hit the First Order fighters faster than anyone else. [I got the front if you've got my back.]

Blue blips began to appear behind him as he pushed his ship forward, eyes set on the Cruisers just ahead.

The First Order Victory X seemed to loom there, Kurt dashing forward in The Coil as the others began to form up behind him.

 

[Progflaw99]

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]​

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Objective: Assault the Flank, Relieve Stress on Forces at Citadel of Dawn​

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Enemies: Those Resisting the First Order​

[member="Tempest"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | @GA/Firemane Troops​

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Another burst of enemy blaster fire erupted above their heads as they bound from one outcropping to another, navigating through the treacherous terrain. An audible scream could be heard as one trooper was eviscerated by one of the Hydra's still tracking their movement. No telling which one it was, Rolf's Friendly Indicators were rapidly replacing with red symbols indicating the user's gear had been knocked out of commission. A low growl escaped the Major's lips beneath the confines of his dirt riddled helmet. *Why white? It's always getting dirty, not to mention it makes us stick out like...*

*SCRRRRKKKTT*​

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As if to affirm Rolf's thoughts on the matter, a screeching bolt of plasma zinged past just over his shoulder into the dirt below, fizzling out in a small eruption of smoke. *Snipers.* Ducking low beneath the edge of their hiding place Rolf signaled his men, indicating he needed a base of fire on an elevated outcropping above their path. They were approaching the edge of the battlefield now, saddling up to the edge of the trenches that had once held First Order troops but were now filled with Galactic Alliance and Firemane forces. Casting a glance to his rear he saw that the reporter seemed to have kept up. *Impressive - considering she's not weighed down by armor, little thing would be eclipsed by it.* Putting his fist over his shoulder and dropping his elbow, Rolf signaled the others. Pushing themselves off from where they had taken a temporary respite, Rolf and his immediate platoon of troopers opened up as they ran, suppressive fire from the other platoons likely forcing the heads of any opposing forces deep into cover. Rolf's booted feet danced perilously over the terrain.

Once more tempting fate, the Major led the charge, his blaster rifle discharging, sonic blaster gently clattering against his armor as he ran. The webbing he wore was loaded down with explosives - soon to be used. His headlong sprint led his troops towards the eastern edge of the trenches, the ones First Order troops once held. Armored bodies littered the ground, Galactic Alliance earthen uniforms, the stark white of the First Order's Stormtrooper armor. Blood saturated wounds, scorch marks pocked the duraplast - it was a scene of chaos. The loss of life was staggering, broken bodies and discarded equipment littered the floor of the trench creating a hazard in and of itself. One Rolf and his troops would be upon soon enough. *Thirty meters.* thought the Major to himself. Thirty meters to the trenches across open ground. They'd done it before - made a headlong rush across open ground to reach a berm, back on Zarnathea. Just like they had time and time again over the last year as the grasp of the First Order tightened around planet after planet. Resting a hand on the debris which formed partial cover, Rolf turned back to those troops beside him as well as the reporter. A hundred questions raced through his mind, some serious, others clearly banter - but this was not the time. Humor had its place on the battlefield, but not here - not in the fields of destruction that lay before them.

"Stay low, run fast."​

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:: Third and Fourth Platoon, give us covering fire, hit them with everything you've got. Use your missiles. ::​

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"Lydia - You see that trench right there?" He ushered the woman to where he crouched, gently resting his hand on her shoulder. Pointing towards a short ramp, several bodies fallen to the side, he spoke again. "That's where we're going. Don't stop. Don't hesitate. We're going to be right there with you. Do you understand?"​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Charlyra Araano"]

Trextan tried to ignore the hollow words spouted by a desperate man. Having his chest eviscerated by Trextan’s saviour didn’t seem to hamper his ability to draw breath and expel hot air. Yet Treaxtan started to feel the subtle alteration of the Force, dark tendrils of the Ren’s influence clawing at the edge of his consciousness. The young man didn’t have the true knowledge to fight back against such an assault and he felt some of his will sapped away. The Ren was afforded the opportunity to put some space between them.

The Alliance hadn’t come here to bring war to anyone but the First Order. They had been invited by the residents of the world. The First Order might have been trying to purge the criminal element from some sectors of the planet, but they had done so with mass murder. Dropping bombs indiscriminately and then permitting the sith to start mass pyres and mounted their victims for crucifixions for all to see. Even now the First Order was maiming and branding captives before sending them back.

It was the fire of Araano’s soul that drew Trextan back. He couldn’t understand those who wasted words during a battle, yet she seemed to use them as a focus. She was speaking mantras and now she had moved onto the traditional Jedi Code. Yet still he could feel the undercurrent of emotional strength fuelling her resolve.

Trextan was young and inexperienced, but he could not stand by as she made her stand alone. The had come here to help the Eldorai and the First Order could return to their decrepit humanocentric corner of the Galaxy and await their judgement.

Jacen had told him not to use the Grav Glove on his armour. Not without training. As was often the case, he ignored his biological father’s guidance. He braced his feet and raised his left arm. Just as [member="Kyrel Ren"] raised his saber high above his head for a downwards chop, Trextan flicked it on.

No Force barrier would prevent the small tractor-beam based technology. But Trextan was subject to exactly the same sudden impulse. Braced as he was, he was still yanked off his feet and stumbled forwards, which mean that Kyrel with his arms held high was liable to be pulled even more off balance. Perhaps Jacen had been right. Trextan considered it no further, but came in swinging with his blade.

This wasn’t really his war.

But he wouldn’t go down branded as a coward for backing down from a fight.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]


Asmus narrows his eyes at the sight ahead. There was the backwash of Meyer’s engines as he accelerated ahead. He couldn’t see the black TIE Interceptors from this angle, but his sensors picked them out, framing them in red hexagons. Colour represented friend or foe, shape designated class of vessel and thickness of the line showed an estimated combat effectiveness. The latter had to be taken with a pinch of salt when it came to enemy forces, but was always exceptionally accurate for friendly capital ships. Their internal monitoring systems tracked and reported to the wider fleet on the status of all operations over highly encrypted channels.

Ahead of that was the engine flare from a Victory-X within Rausgeber’s fleet. That was a welcome sight. The rear of an imperial cruiser was a vulnerable target.

“Roger that Meyer. Do you have a callsign? R12, if he does, please add it to the battlespace. Rogues, form up, close S-foils and form Onith three formation on me. Keep tight and keep emissions to a minimum, let’s leave them confused as to our numbers.”

He only had six X-Wings with him now. The others were either downed or still engaged down within the atmosphere below.

“Command I have a clear run at a priority target, I need backup.”

“Understood Rogue One, we’re sending the Wild Knights to link up with you.”

“Acknowledged. All fighters in the vicinity form up, strike that command tower from behind, and come back around before running the gauntlet. I want those shields down.”

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Saintassa, Comms tower area
Allies: [member='Darth Veles'], [member='Isla Ashen'], [member='Arlen Rossi']
Enemies: [member='Kira Vaal'], [member='Ryan Korr'], [member='Elincia Alanis'], [member='Kaida Taldir'], [member='Aeda Shaytari'], [member='Six-O'], [member='Kiyron'], [member='Taryc Ap'Irae'], [member='Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum']

The pulling stopped, allowing Kaalia to relieve the Force she gathered around the building to prevent it from falling. It was not the end of the hostilities, as a figure jumped down from the comms tower onto the roof. The man seemed determined to free their captive, seemingly trying to yank away the knife that Darth Veles put on her throat with what undoubtedly had to be telekinesis. His presence in the Force was also something she remembered from her early years. A Jedi, perhaps?

Much time to reflect on this wasn't present as another figure, a woman this time around, joined the side of the presumed Jedi. Channeling the anger still very much present inside the Ren, she was ready to strike. However, at the same time the redhead saw Isla telekinetically take hold of the body of their captive, bring it to her and leap off the roof. A dillemma formed: Would Kaalia stand and fight alongside Darth Veles, or help Isla escort the captive for interrogation?

Without time to think, the 19-year old let her instincts choose her next action. She started sprinting towards the edge of the roof, and as she was about to jump she yelled "We'll make her talk!" to the Mon Calamari, gathering the Force to protect her fall when she became airborne. She rolled to break her fall further as the young woman hit the ground, quickly getting up to catch up with the fellow redhead. Kaalia prayed that Darth Veles would make it out alive, but she needed to know what happened to Lynn. Something the captive had to know.

 

[Quin Leeman]

Location:above Kaeshana, northwest citadel
Allies: The First Order and friends of the FO, Luna Terrik, Ludolf Vaas, Torian Piercehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11259-torian-pierce/
Enemies: Galactic Alliance , Choli Vyn(if in the air?), Engaged Red Squadron(Red twelve and nine)
Primary Objective: give air support to FO troops on the ground ​get the fighters of his six.
Secondary Objective: support the First Order Fleet
Tertiary Objective: Regroup with the Fleet.
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as he swung around to make another pass at the AA-guns he saw two dots on his radar, two enemy dots. they apparently followed him after he shot at the one TR-20 rebel fighter. he was still unsure if he even killed it. but now was not the time to debate that, he had two enemy fighters on his tail and needed to shake them, and fast. his shields where still recharging so now was not a good time to enter a dogfight, but that's not what Quin had in mind.
He called out to his other squad mates "​this is Knight 10 to all Knight squad, I've got to bogies on my tail assistance needed. out". ​he put all available shield to the rear, he took multiple hits to the shield leaving it only a 2%. He needs to escape them. Slamming the throttle full power he knew he could gain a lead on them, but that's not what he wanted. he saw a nice obstacle field of half-destroyed buildings and crashed vehicles, he had an idea. this was probably one of his worse ideas ever, but it could work with the super maneuverable Interceptor he was flying. he dived strait at the ground, pulling up just in time to not kill himself. he then proceeded to weave thru the rubble barely missing most of it. trying to see if the Rebels would mess-up and crash into one.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

can you not come and face me?! Are you a coward?

She panted, her arms ached her body hurt the adrenaline was doing its work but could only do so for a little before it had to wear off

She stumbled back as she sat against a wrecked fighter, she was debating running now, she stood as she started walking away...she couldnt bring herself to kill nor could she fight, she started back...stumbling towards the base, walking alone as the battle around her echoed in her mind, she got a little ways and fell against a tank that had been knocked out, she turned as she slid down, she couldn't go any further...she hoped...someone found her...if not this battlefield was her grave

[member="Garett Van"]

 

[Kuzo]

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

"No!"

It came out a little more forcefully than she'd intended, and she immediately grimaced, modulating her voice down a little. "No, thank you. I'll stay awake."

When he knelt down to pick her up, she did the best she could to be helpful- mostly, in fairness, by not fighting him and putting her arms around his neck. She winced, grunting slightly as he stood, but otherwise didn't call out. And she didn't hit him, so, at least they had that going for them.

The cutters were already out of sight by the time the trio left the gully. Irajah had no idea how close her own ships had been. She also wasn't particularly concerned- these two had saved her life. She didn't know what 'side' they were on, but right now, they were in the same line of work she usually did.

It was just strange to be on the receiving end for a change.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

Citadel of Dusk
[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], Angelii & Jedi Service Corps


The Darksky shield generator had come online. In effect, this sophisticated piece of technology would effectively camouflage the base. The sensor mask would hide the energy and life forms within the bubble, as well as any other things standard sensors would look for.


Beneath it lay the city sized Aspis shield generator and a load of cannons and turrets. For the time being they were safe. "The natural calamity," Seraph Yinwarin muttered. "Ashira's wroth according to some. To the foolish and those who'd a tragedy for political gain." Kaeshana's destruction and the exodus were still a sensitive topic and would remain so for a long time, but were a reality the Eldorai would have to confront.


After all, things could've been a lot worse. "We endured tribulations, but Kaeshana shall rise again. Its people shall not be left to suffer a second time," she said in a somewhat overdramatic manner.


"I've got some matters to attend to. We have Priestesses of Ashira skilled in the healing arts seeing to the refugees in need of medical attention." There were only so many refugees they could house, feed and take care of, even with the deep caverns the Kar'zun had shown them, but they'd do their best.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Irajah Ven"]

"Face like tha'...I wouldn't trust him either," Vexen mumbled as she struck out ahead of them. She could feel Micah's expression burning into the back of her head, so swiftly turned about and stuck out a pink tongue.

He really did need to up his game at some point. For all his casual flirtation Vexen was still the closest girl near his own age. She was certain he would find someone, in fact she'd been convinced it would be Laura Na'varro at one point. As she picked a path and then backtracked to find an easier one, waving for Micah to follow, she considered how she felt about that.

It had made her very nervous not long ago. Micah would always been close, but there were scars on Vexen that ran deep. An irrational fear of being abandoned wasn't all that irrational when you were an orphan. It was still an unknown, but she realised that it wasn't quite as terrifying a prospect as before. Perhaps because she had been - at his insistence - striking out on her own more recently.

But most of all, she wanted to see Micah happy.

Finding some flat ground she turned and walked backwards, looking towards the wounded woman. "Sorry for growling at you," she said softly. Vexen had never used her teeth or claws in anger, though she had come close when Kira had been in danger, and she felt quite abashed about the whole incident.

 

[Garett Van]

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Objective: Regroup at FOB Fenrik​

Location: Unknown​

Allies: First Order [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

Enemies: GA and their Allies ​

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Sgt. Viera Illerian Commanding​

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Not making it far from where they started to turn back, the troopers of Dorn Company were exhausted as well. Though none were wounded, and so far only sustaining two KIA, all the maneuvering they were doing for these ever changing orders, were wearing them out. They stopped for a moment to hydrate at the old TIE wreck they originally past, on their search for the pilot. Sgt. Illerian leaned herself against part of the busted wing of the TIE. It would be a long march down to FOB Fenrik, and thankfully they were behind First Order lines so the only thing to really worry about was the fighters in the air.​

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"Everyone take 5 we have a long march ahead of us to the south, I don't want anyone falling behind or passing out on this, so hydrate, eat if you need to we move out in 5 mikes."​

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Everyone in the company gave a slight nod, as they started to break out their rations and their water packs. Though resting for the most part the Company would stay on guard as there were hostile downed pilots in the area still and wouldn't want them to get a jump on a whole company now.​

 

[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 | Lulz

"Cinder booty?" More snickering followed over the unit comm-channel as Draco struggled to comprehend why someone would ask to be called Cinder booty. Sure he couldn't see it to tell if it was disfigured or burned, not like Taryc's which left almost nothing to the imagination. "Oh, you mean just Cinder. I suppose I can accommodate." That made more sense to him now that he realized what she was talking about.

The First Order seemed content to leave their armies to the teeth of their enemy Force Masters, Force Master's Draco was doing his absolute best to keep at peak functionality at the cost of his own well-being. He could already taste copper in his mouth from the strain being placed on his body and mind which didn't bode well for the long term. "I've got a plan to maul through these mooks." They didn't even have name tags. "Cinder and Great Booty, build me a wall of fire, as wide as you can make it and still be lethal to the chaff they are chuckin in our way. Then surge it forward all the way through their formation. I'll provide the power to keep you in the fight. Tempest and Pink Booty, you two cover us from air support and vehicles. If you need a boost let me know and put a hand on me. Literally touch me so that I can aid you, and I provide all I can." He would, and copious use of Force Drain on the dying could keep him functional, if only barely.

The Force surged around him, rippling outwards. One deep breath and the Force calmed, like a storm that was suddenly snuffed out. As he exhaled the ripples returned more ferocious than before. Inhale.

One of the many skills he had learned in his life was how to over draw upon the power of the Force without the need for a Talisman of Concentration, and how to keep pushing through pain, injury, how to trudge ever onward even when his body couldn't sustain itself anymore. The Warlord gripped the Redhead's shoulder and pulsed the Force into her, as quickly as he could draw upon it he was pouring it into Elipsis, keeping only enough of his reserves for an emergency.

If the others could accommodate his plan, this would certainly draw some attention and perhaps tip the balances in the Tygarran's favor. Siobhan might notice Draco during the aftermath.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

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


Elpsis was broadly familiar with the Primeval, but only in a superficial manner since the cult had fallen apart in internecine strife by the time she joined Firemane. Thus she would sadly be unaware of Taryc's illustrious lineage.


However, her aunt Siobhan had crossed blades with the zealots, so she might understand the signifance of the Ap name. Ironically, Firemane's intel chief used to head the Atrisian Inquisition. Back when Atrisia was not ruled by Sith and hated Force-users, but this writer digresses. So an ex-Primeval Inquisitor should fit right in!


As for the melodramatically named Scarred, assuming they survived the battle, it was unlikely they'd remain mutilated for long. Medical technology was very advanced these days, so it would be easy to clone eye replacements or get artificial ones. Firemane had plenty. Regardless, on with the plot.


Abruptly, when Elpsis tried to reach out to Nima, she felt a stab of pain shoot through her skull. Words were whispered, but there was too much background noise on the chaotic battlefield for her to make them out. The young empath winced, but just as soon as she felt the sensation, it had passed. She took a deep breath, looking concerned when the Twi'lek stammered an explanation.


"You're an awful liar. You stay close to me, you hear me? We're talking about this when we're done, got it?" Her voice brokered no contradiction and she patted Nima on the shoulder. The redhead was too distracted to make acidic comments about the booty talk.


They still had a battle to win. She gave Draco a nod. "Let's go wreck things. Taryc, you with me? Sparky, bet I can thrash more bucketheads than you?" Who was Legolas and who was Gimli? She felt a surge of the Force when the Mandalorian grabbed her and fed her his power. The feeling could be compared to an intense rush. Her head spun and she felt a bit dizzy, then energised.


"In your dreams, Cinder!" Tempest retorted.


As the group of Force Masters moved into position so that they could engage. Allied forces would know to give the Masters space so that they would not risk damage from friendly fire. Elpsis focused her gaze upon the mass of troops Ludolf had amassed against them.


She concentrated intently. The Force writhed inside her as she muttered a prayer to the Great White Wolf. She was driven by faith, both in the justice of her cause and the strength of her comrades. Great One, give me strength. Be my claws, She was not the scared, selfish girl of her youth, but a sister of fire. Her goddess was with her, and she was a mighty fortress. Power surged through her and she gripped Taryc's hand, seeking the physical contact so that they could better join their powers.

Fire and heat were her element. They suited her tempestuous nature, for she represented burning passion. Sweat dripped down her face and back, beneath her helmet her firemane glowed. The fire that had been stoked inside her belly matched the one she sought to unleash the largest, widest wall of flame she could imagine that would still be devastating to their enemies, bringing forth an inferno. Then she made it sweep towards the horde. "Time to White Lotus."


Tempest meanwhile didn't have an aptitude for pyromantic tricks but, well, her name probably spoiled her skill set. Much like the lady whose playby her writer, who is on LOA for some reason, was using, she had an aptitude for air and lightning. Lightning and strong winds would be unleashed upon vehicles that sought to cause trouble for the Masters' ball.

 

[HK-36]

Character: Adventures of NPC Greycloak "Iron-Borne"
Location: Battle for the Citadel of the Dawn, foothills by Vaas
Objective: Save Ivan
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] (Ivan and snipers)
Enemies: [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Forces: 1 Greycloak, clad in Protectorate Power Armor, 2x Electro-Cestus, and chameleon cloaks, armed with Magnetic Revolvers, generic blue-crystal lightsabers, and Spear of Rae.

((Sorry for the late reply, I could barely keep up with posting when the school started))

Ivan's unconscious body slid off of the Greycloak's shoulder as the machine managed to bring him to a medical squad, the combat-surgeons quickly getting to work on stabilizing the young soldier. The machine turned around, trying to track Ludolf's movements over the distance, overhearing the discussion between Zeltron snipers,

"Do not lose track of the real goal."

The droid spoke up when one of the snipers pointed out Ludolf was getting away,

"So far they have us outnumbered, at least until the orbital blockade is broken through, yet we are still holding them off. That would suggest that on average one of our soldiers is able to take down multiple of them, meaning it should be more crucial to keep as many of our troops alive rather than trying to neutralize as many of them as we can at the risk of sacrificing our own."

The Greycloak received a silent transmission then from other mechanical forces still holding down the trench attached to the Citadel of Dawn, and trying to take the fortress itself as well. He looked over in its direction, flashes of blasters of varied instensity and explosions would be seen through the trees, the haze of smog rising from burnt vehicles, even some blizzard that Kaida conjured up.

"Come on, looks like the battle for Dawn is growing in intensity, our allies will need us. Plus, I bet Ludolf will be dragged there as well to keep the morale of his stormies going."

The machine motioned for the snipers to move out as he wrapped his grey chameleon cloak around himself and engaged its stealth systems. He may have lost track of Ludolf for now, a price he had to pay for saving a life of another soldier, but hopefully his hunt was not yet over and before the battle was called he would engage with Ludolf once more. For now, he would make his way to the Citadel of Dawn to join up with other machines in facing off against the Stormtroopers.

Plus maybe he would be able to get a hold of a technician to fix up his armor and chassis, speed up the recharge of his internal deflector unit, and get him a new shattergun rifle.

 

[Ria Misrani]

This had not been her fight directly either, but she was here for her masters [member="Tempest"] and [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], along with the rest of her sisters of the Fire Order. As her feet landed behind the dark one, she found her attacks did little to him and instead found herself knee to the ground. A bright red lightsabre through her torso, and in an instant her body was cold but she would not perish here. Not today, and not on this battlefield, her emotions fueled her just as much as her mantras and her codes. She would not let this be her end, and as the stacks of fury began to converge into rage she reached out with her hand, and used the dark one as leverage. Stepping to her feet as the saber pushed further into her, "you are a pretender." She whispered to him as her hand still connected to his back, dug in.

Force electromagnetism was going to do wonders to him, and just as she would have gotten the upper hand, she felt the pull of something, but it was not the force. [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] utilised some sort of item to pull the dark one from her, and in doing so the lightsabre withdrew violently from her and she fell to the ground. "Your lightsabre will be mine," she muttered using her pull through the force to summon [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s lightsabre to her hand. She was not done with him, but her body laid on the cold radiated land of Kaeshana, and so she pulled on the force with what was left of her energy. Much like a light bulb about to exhaust itself, her aura and energy flickered having used her high reserve for the first bout of electromagnetism, and now, now she used the last of if. Pulling Kyrel to her with it, as if casting a strong fishing line she reeled him toward her. It wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it would be enough to disrupt his armour and his suit whatever it was that kept him walking.

With that, Charlyra was done.

Her body gave up, her breath was shallow.

All she could do was put a hand on the wound, "there is no death, there is only-"

"Only."

We take care of our own.

Welcome to the family.

Charlyra, my child. You were more than any master could ask for.

And with that, she knew that her time here was over and no matter how obstinate she might become or would be. Nothing could save her now, and all she could do was to look over toward the Citadel and will the last of her energy and essence toward a nearby sister. [member="Elpsis Elaris"], her body was cold, breathing became harder to do. In her last moments, Charlyra could only recall the last moments with Siobhan before her arrival on Kaeshana. The warm embrace, the kisses that they shared and she looked up - everything was blurry, and with the last gasp of breath, "I have failed you, master... I am- sorry."

Her heart ceased to beat, and her lungs ceased to function.

Charlyra Nimari Araano, had perished on Kaeshana she had died a sister of the fire, she had died knowing what it was to love and to be loved. To feel like she belonged, to have been accepted for who she was. She died with her eyes open to the world, she died having taken the lightsabre of the dark one.

May the Force be with you.

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[Joza Perl]

Maybe this was a mistake.

Eric Verdun was just a few months shy of his 16th birthday when he’d joined the Outback. His family had lived on Coruscant during the One Sith occupation and enjoyed a vaguely stable household. His father had been a distributor for a moderately growing spice dealer, but had been caught in a sting when Eric was just coming into his teen years and sent to Kessel. His mother, on the other hand…well, work had been slow for her. In a fit of teenage exuberance, Eric hitched a ride with a group of seedy spacers making for Kal’Shebbol. What they were smuggling, he couldn’t remember—arms? Or maybe it was some exotic sort of aphrodisiac?—but it had led to his eventual home and acceptance within The Kathol Outback. A few paid jobs here, a handful of smuggling runs there, and the kid had save up enough to send a few credits back home to ma. He wasn’t coming back, though. He loved the adrenaline that came from being wild and free, from close calls, from feeling untouchable in every sense of the word. His friends (family, now?) hadn’t let anything happen to him. Well, nothing serious, of course. A few loose teeth and some bruises weren’t anything that some bacta and sealant couldn’t fix.

But this, no, this was very different. The adrenaline still pumped through his system, but his heart pounded aggressively almost to the point of spasming. Maybe he’d rather go that way, for as he was rounded up with the rest of unfortunate the Alliance and Outback fighters, he was sure that he’d die here and now. Did the First Order take war prisoners? He wasn’t sure and if they did, and there were certainly no high profile soldiers among them. Still, the teenager grimaced as he pressed his back tighter into the group of captured infantry. He was waiting for it, waiting for one of these indistinguishable white karkbags to give an order, raise a gun and put him to sleep for good. [member="Ludolf Vaas"] would not be so kind in his command. Eric watched the stern looking blonde man, clearly a ranking officer as he conversed with one of the Stormtroopers. Their words would only reach his ears as white noise, muffled by the din of battle and the heavy thud of his own heart.

His gun was ripped away suddenly, followed by the armor being torn at from both sides, turning to scrap at his feet. One of the enemy troopers smacked him in the back of the head with the butt of his own gun, and the kid fell forward as pain seared through the back of his skull. He managed to brace his fall with his hands in the mud and dirt below, body shuddering violently for a moment before he was forced to look up. The last thing he’d see was a pistol, the muzzle blurred given the proximity to his eyes. Another blistering pain and his vision flared white-hot before fading rapidly to black. He’d screamed of course, cried out in pain alongside the men and women who’d be met with a similar fate.

This job paid well. Firemane seemed pretty adamant on protecting this place from the First Order, but he couldn’t say that he was really sure as to why. It was the same familiar tune, though, the one he’d been whistling for the past few years. You point the gun, shoot, have a beer with the guys after if you weren’t too chewed up. He was a kid, sure—but that fresh face was now lined with stubble, a ring of experience or two under his eyes. He’d been in tight spots before, been caught before. Now, there was no spark of that good natured swashbuckling he’d come to love. This was war, cold and cruel.

His head jerked back, forced by a hand that yanked at his hair giving cause for another cry that was inevitably lost in the sea of moans and wails around them. The tip of a vibroknife raked across his forehead, slow and methodical, yet barbaric all the same. And again. And again. And again. The hand wrenched out of his hair, letting him fall unceremoniously to the ground. Forehead wounds tended to bleed, causing a mess of red to drip down into his now useless eyes, beading down the slope of his nose. What happened to just shoot the enemy and go? Why did they feel the need to employ this kind of tactic? Eric just couldn’t wrap his head around sadism of this level. He’d seen it once or twice with the Sith before his mother had ushered themselves away from any public displays of aggression or punishment, but never experienced it firsthand.

What use is a blind smuggler gonna be to anyone?

That is, assuming he’d make it out alive. Things typically didn’t go well for a man with no weapon, no armor and no eyes behind enemy lines.

And everything hurt.