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

[Dish]

Location: Is it even still a trench at this point
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], the Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="BE-183"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: Kill.

She seared through the blade with a quick slash of her saber. Feth, he'd timed her reactions wrong. Regardless as the two blades cascaded across one another Dish had no time to deliberate and dropped the now useless blade as the woman began to use the force to dig his armor into him and crush him in it, at the same time BE charged and went for his leg. Now this was a pickle.

"Please, you're a true Stormtrooper, surrender is a forgein concept to you just as much as it is to me." He retorted, sinking his legs second before BE impacted. He staggered and began to fall, but instead he dropped down to one knee, the knee BE-183 was grasping specifically, coming down on her already vulnerable chest harshly as the Phase V armor struggled to maintain itself. It was damn good gear, but it wasn't impervious, if he didn't do something fast it would begin tearing into him, hell it might kill him, but training he prepared him for this, all he needed to do was break her focus, but he needed to do it fast before he lost an arm.

Letting the blade on his forearm collapse he ripped his sidearm from his thigh and fired blindly at the Knight of Ren, she could keep crushing him if she like, the armor he wore began to crack around the joint in fact, but unless she broke her focus one of the shots was going to hit her, and it was going to hurt. In doing this though he'd left BE unwatched with a clear shot at his injured abdomen.

What he needed right now was someone to back him up, luckily for him it seemed a Jedi Master was somewhere nearby and he doubted a void in the force and a dark side presence would go unnoticed. Things just kept getting more and more interesting.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 3

https://youtu.be/5EksVHYaxUA

Lynn's eyes narrowed as the order to cut down her troops were given and once again she was given charge over keeping her men alive. She dropped into the Force, being a Padawan she could not stop all the fire that would come, but she did anticipate the moves using her gift of Farsight so she drew her gun and shot a few of the First Order troops before they could draw. Then, within the smoke the violet blade ignited like the eruption of lightning in a storm cloud and she began moving in unison with the guns and blocking the shot and being forced to take a shot in the left shoulder. It grazed her, but the mark was evident.

Her men escaped leaving the Jedi with focused eyes staring at the Sith. There was not hate in her heart, but there was a passion to stop injustice and a excitement of the fight to come.

She let the Force in and sooth her injury. "Well, if you insist." She felt the Dark Side try to disarm her, but basic lightsaber combat taught you to throw up a dueling barrier the second you drew your lightsaber to prevent disarming. She brought her blade up to her face in a Masashi salute and took a Masashi side stance, but she was going to use the third form until she knew the Sith and knew which form to use against her.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 3

Lynn's eyes narrowed as the order to cut down her troops were given and once again she was given charge over keeping her men alive. She dropped into the Force, being a Padawan she could not stop all the fire that would come, but she did anticipate the moves using her gift of Farsight so she drew her gun and shot a few of the First Order troops before they could draw. Then, within the smoke the violet blade ignited like the eruption of lightning in a storm cloud and she began moving in unison with the guns and blocking the shot and being forced to take a shot in the left shoulder. It grazed her, but the mark was evident.

Her men escaped leaving the Jedi with focused eyes staring at the Sith. There was not hate in her heart, but there was a passion to stop injustice and a excitement of the fight to come.

She let the Force in and sooth her injury. "Well, if you insist." She felt the Dark Side try to disarm her, but basic lightsaber combat taught you to throw up a dueling barrier the second you drew your lightsaber to prevent disarming. She brought her blade up to her face in a Masashi salute and took a Masashi side stance, but she was going to use the third form until she knew the Sith and knew which form to use against her.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Near the Citadel of Dawn
Enemies [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Allies: FO


Kyrel felt as if he was frozen in place, He saw the boy use some type of gravitational device, which surprised him. He mentally cursed himself as in mid strike his limbs were frozen, slowly his body as was pulled into the field that picked up everything in it's path. His suit was dragging quickly overtime towards the glove, as the cyborg struggled to move his mechanical limbs to strike back. Every time he tried to move, his efforts were little more than fruitless, and than as he got closer the boy managed a slash on his chest sending sparks flying from the interior, and Kyrel screaming in pain.

He was than pulled back suddenly his gaze through his infrared vision saw [member="Charlyra Araano"] with a hole in her gut. He smiled as he took satisfaction in this, He sensed that she would not last long, but she still had resolve in her, and for once Kyrel had to respect her as an adversary. He felt powerless at the moment, as he couldn't move, and withing moments his lightsaber was pulled from his grasp into hers which made him puzzled. He thought to himself. 'Why does she need my weapon, the fool she is already dead anyways.' He was than surprised as she let out what seemed to be bolts of electricity at him. He screamed painfully as his limbs locked up, and his life support suit was short circuiting.

He felt as if he was burning on the inside of a super heated box, systems flicked off and on at random, but the screams did not stop. His muscles on his torso spasmed from the electrical impulses. His limbs did not even work at this point, and as he reached the girl now staring her down scornfully. He wanted to kill her slowly, but it was hopeless he could barely move. When she called him a Pretender, It made his anger skyrocket to the point where whatever blood he had left was boiling. He wanted to speak but his vocabulater was shut down, and so even if he did speak through the suit it would be barely more than a whisper. She than let out another burst of electricity, and even though his suit was for the most part disabled, his screams could still be heard.

He than took some slight satisfaction in seeing the girl fall, He knew it was only a matter of time before she died, and so he knew that if he went out fighting he took her with him. He fell to the ground the shocks taken it's toll on the suits systems, and effectively shut it down. He was livid, that he had lost, he wielded great power only to lose by two Jedi, and he did not take satisfaction in it despite his first Jedi Kill. He racked up in absolute pain, he couldn't move and could barely stay awake. He was alive thanks to the reserve life support built into his body, and it could last him two days at least. That provided him some comfort as he started to drift in and out of consciousness. Using his rage and anger, as well as relying heavily on the dark side had drained him of his energy, and so was not in the condition to complain about his predicament at this moment. He did not know weather he would get off this planet or not, but he did hope that the force was with him now.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Citadel of Dawn
Objective: Slowjamz
Allies: Galactic Aliance, Tygaran Alliance, TKO
Enemies: FO
Forces: 340/400 TKO Marines with Magnetic Repeaters and Handheld Shattergun Rotary Cannons, 15/24 snipers in the eastern mountains in Nexu Armor with standard sniper rifles, 3 moving further to skirt enemy lines

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjMfO78ZQjY[/youtube]​

Props to [member="Asharad Graush"] for taking things to the next level.

The Force worked at the crease in her armor, and it didn’t take long for it to dawn on her that the Sith was trying to reach past it and delve into the layers of (supple) flesh. Gripping onto an organ with such precision wasn’t easily achieved, nor was it something she’d expected from him. When the lightsaber in his hand combusted, she abandoned her focus in pyrokinesis, now wholly unneeded. He was without a weapon for the moment, but appeared well armed enough to negate a wild death charge from her end. As the tendrils of telekinesis slithered deep into her chest, seeking to squeeze the life from her beating heart, a surge of anger pulsed through her system. She was…angry?

It had taken some time, but Joza had gradually shed her overly sassy nature in battle. While normally a rainbow of nauseating emotions, the Zeltron tended to curb the urge to taunt her opponents, nor did she typically respond to goads. It didn’t have anything particular to do with the Jedi or Sith, but it was what worked for her. Opponents who liked to taunt and tease would often unbalance her in her early years, so she started to not take things as personally. Right now, however, she was offended. Crushing someone’s heart was mean, and she was a little sad that he wanted her dead so soon. So when that hand slipped around her heart, she gripped around its metaphorical wrist with a telekinetic grasp of her own. [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was well known for her expertise in telekinesis, and had been an absolute asset it helping Joza refine her own control over the ability. Asharad would feel a rush of measured irritation as she severed his deadly grasp, averting direct damage to her heart but bruising, perhaps cracking a rib or two in the process. The whole ordeal had only taken a matter of seconds, but held the trademark uncomfortable and creepy vibe that Sith were known for exuding.

Never did she think she would dislike having her chest touched.

Movement slowed for those few moments and she let out a single hack, a healthy smattering of blood drops dotting the inside of her helmet. She would cure Asharad’s impatience of her leisurely movements, surging forward, blade in her left hand. It would seek, predictably so, to bury itself in the widened breach of his armor, sear past skin, slice whatever innards it could with a deft swing. Her right hand balled into a fist and would lunge forward to strike him just below the chest and just above the stomach, a sensitive area that could wind an opponent and cause a debilitating pain if done correctly. Then again, this was phrik vs phrik. Then again, she didn’t really care if the punch were to find it’s mark or even do substantial damage to the Sith. Her true motive was buried in her cybernetic. The light shield would activate as she went in for the punch, expanding outwards from her arm. It was done as her phrik implant was passing over his hand—or where she’d supposed it would be—aiming to take advantage of the weakened armor and sever his hand.


Loadout:

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-Standard lightsaber (x2)
-Sasori Medium Armor
-Ranger Shotgun
-AI Wrist Blaster
-VT Needle Disruptor
-Tactical Fighting Blade
-Glop Grenade (x2)
-Stun Pearl (x5)

 

[Zmej Ren]

Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


A fellow Makashi practitioner, judging by the salute. Zmej did not care for such gestures – and she realized that repeating the opponent’s move would reveal herself a Form II devotee, which automatically spelled defeat in this situation. The Ren’s chosen style of lightsaber combat heavily relied on perfect footwork, which, with her crushed thigh, was simply something the disciple could not represent successfully. It was irritating and Zmej cursed the abandoned unconscious Jedi for breaking her leg, robbing her of chance to dominate his female colleague through lightsaber combat. Employing the Force seemed to be the best bet, further implied by the dark side’s never-ending rise through death and pain, both bolstered by the ongoing war raging on Kaeshana. Whatever tactics the Jedi enemy intended to use, the Force itself was the young disciple’s ally, dark side growing omnipresent and clouding the light as if snuffing out candles. Such were the realities of war.

Due to being unable to run or dodge, Zmej took a slow, carefully measured step back. Humming its deadly song of death, the stolen lightsaber swung downwards, pointed at the ashes. While the lethal promise behind the weapon’s signature appearance was intimidating, demanding a respectful distance between the two, the disciple of Ren desperately hoped this to be a match of mythical techniques and powers. Truly, with the greatest strength of her busted, she stood little chance at winning a close combat match. Unless she outsmarted the Jedi, of course, but the risk and price to pay for failure were too great.

Pain and anger alike made a dream couple of every Sith – and while fairly ignorant of Sith ways, the seventeen year old knew this combination to make a powerful mix. Weaving the two together, she knotted a telekinetic noose to wrap around her opponent’s neck in an attempt to choke her, squeeze the Jedi’s windpipe and end this duel like the last. Zmej wasn’t a fan of repeating the same trick over and over, but better use her advantage instead of trying out manoeuvring with one leg barely supporting her weight.

 

[Six-O]

Location: Santaissa
Objective: Skirmish, Harass, Exterminate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: [member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Arlen Rossi"], First Order
Equipment: Gorgon Web Rifle, Magnetic Reaper, 3 Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces:

Lies, that's all he was fed. These weapons, his tools, they were said to be state-of-the-art! He couldn't even slightly maim, a little, one of the Crimson-Headed Ren with them! Nor a Hulk-Mode [member="Asharad Graush"], as he took to sky with a single bound that fled him as wind over the turbulent wave that was He, Six-O.

Things have fallen out of hand without Him, this place, this purgatory of Kark and Kung. Self-Promoted God-King's, and Totally Tubular Totalitarian's. But, First Order aside, and sparing the pride of [member="Darth Carnifex"], which the palpably gifted, provocatively profound, Epicanthix were known to be hypersensitive over.

These two,

the Reds!

There came a sudden shiver, static thicker than the snow, a dizzy flow of information over his processors. Oh no, he was trapped in the boundless madness of a single second, infinity space.

Fight it. . . Fight. It.

No don't!

[member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], twin matchsticks, Six-O attached their faces to a file, he would remember. He would remember their fickle resolve, their impressive measure of speed and dedication to flight. Kessel in 12, or less, he'd estimate. But he would remember. One day he will catch you; Stroke head to strike paper, and watch you burn. As all Rose Ren's should!

It did not matter, if it were you, [member="Isla Ashen"].

Or you, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"].

10^156.

The odds,

10^1167.

Yes, an Octooctogintatrecentillion, could their organic brain even understand it? So simple.

Six-O would find you.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8JpcTMvXyU[/youtube]

Didn't matter how long it would take, no, not for He. For time did not concern Six-O. He was not bound for dust and clay, he'd always strive on, the strange, steel, idol of cruelty. The adonition of violence for the Great Dark.

[member="Isla Ashen"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"].

He knew your face,

He would find you,

Six-O would find all of you.

All of you, and all of those that would ever look like you. Every one was His, now. Everyone was His, Now. He was not a Deity of affection nor care. When Six-O finds them, they know.

As All know, your, names.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"],

[member="Isla Ashen"].

They were blighted births, souls yet voiceless, in the Cosmic Choir. Projects of science to forge on further and ever further. He would pioneer an Industry on methods of savage malice. There would be poems, sonnets even, of the Evil he would unleash on all of Them. Words and terms would yet need be invented to expand the depth and vocabulary of the torture and harm that would beset them! And by his hand would they manifest. A Maestro of all things Literary, whole libraries would need construction from the bones and, Red Ren dust, he would gather. Shelves filled with the with the books, so abhorrently wrote, with letters, words, meanings and metaphors not yet known. Stunning Destruction so famously wrought, a new Age of Religion would besiege the whole Disc. Six-O, as both God and Demon, would but pit both Sects to war and hatred. An Eternity of Bloodshed over two Red-Heads.

What a second, it was.

Didn't take long really, few kinks here and there, but for living over four thousand years thus far, the Ancient Droid was in rather chipper shape. What were seconds to the organic flesh rags, anyway? Were they even aware of the nightmares between each interval? Fools.

As usual, the simple, human mind, overestimated the worth of the Life they held in their limbs. Six-O would adjust his targeting parameters, and, there! [member="Kira Vaal"] was now an equal opportunity target. As an Agent of the Strategic Information Services, under Article 1-9-763, she hereby forfeited her life to the cause. Rescue, optional.

He'd work on that actually, he much rather preferred Terminate on Sight, no asterisk for Rescue. Perhaps he'd bring it up at the next meet and greet with [member="Kaileann Vera"], whom Six-O sometimes regarded with suspicion, since he couldn't exactly, not always, calculate which one was which. Thus, automatically, in that next one billionth of a second, concluding his Red Ren Removal Protocol was, effectively, and with more skill than [member="HK-36"] could have coded, written.

But the systematic culling of Red Ren's would surely have to wait, [member="Kaida Taldir"] just provided him with an opportunity he just couldn't have made himself resist if, even if he'd wanted to.

By odds and probability, Isla and Kaalia were going to get away. [member="Darth Veles"], on the other hand, was not. So the Droid crept in on the rapidly approaching capture of the Sith Fish.

With hyper velocity the pellet of his Magnetic Reaper rushed forwards ahead of sound. Honed in perfectly for the back of Veles' leg, the same that Kaida herself had currently began to press in to. Should it hit, which given his current situation, seemed likely. He would not be running Track for quite some time.

[member="Kira Vaal"], you're lucky. Potential Prisoner Trade; Termination Protocol, disengaged.

But don't mention a restrainer bolt!

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Kaeshana Orbit
Allies: [member="Vilin"] [member="Kyrana Gould"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Aran Piett"]
Objective: Face the First Order onslaught
Music: Pokemon Stadium 1 rival theme

ANS Hero of Coruscant
Captain Carmen Rajaion, commanding

Ouch. Carmen was watching the enemy committing the Predator, only to find it attempting to block a volley directed at the enemy Darr Itah, now transformed into a lame duck. Yet the medvac/casvac proved to be a tactical reprieve for both sides, allowing both sides' shields to recharge to the best of their ability. Carlyle was still engaging at too long a range to actually do more than cause some damage at the Hero of Coruscant than just a few more hull breaches concentrared around the false bow door, which was what the enemy believed was a hangar; nevertheless the enemy took the bait. And yet, damage control teams onboard the carrier forced an evacuation of all other staff on station in the area. Luckily this was where the cargo hold was situated, which was mostly empty. Once evacuated, the evacuated sections of the cargo hold were vented out, allowing the damage control teams to come in and commence hull repairs above the false bow door. Also, extra damage was dealt on the other underside areas close to the main hangar; the closest the enemy got to destroying hardpoints near the ventral hangar were the corner quad lasers. Luckily the evacuated wounded from the ground combat below were in other sections of the ship.

"Corner quad lasers are offline, hull breaches and casualties reported near the main hangar, especially forward from it" a hangar mechanic reported back to the bridge.

"Hypervelocity cannons, dorsal batteries, fire at the Darr Itah! Missiles, fire at the Predator! Trench batteries, target the enemy carriers! Aft batteries, fire at enemy escorts!"

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ANS Excubitor
Admiral Cathul Thuku, Therapy Command
Captain Tanith Helium, commanding

The enemy was closing in and trying so hard to level Therapy Command's flagship, the Excubitor, now just as much of a lame duck as the enemy Darr Itah right in front of them. After seeing the Predator take the brunt of the damage of what fire was directed at the enemy flagship, the captain of the Inysh was also straight into its line of fire, absorbing multiple volleys from the Darr Itah's great guns, as well as multiple mass drivers and heavy long-range turbolaser hits. It met a predictable end, exploding in the middle of a triangle, with the enemy destroyers and the Darr Itah for vertices, while covering the flagship. But also, while the enemy unleashed its missiles, several anti-missile octets reported mechanical malfunctions stemming from overuse after attempting to intercept the last volley of assault concussion missiles and baradium warheads, with about a dozen of them impacting. After that round of attacks, the Excubitor was short one of its MIRV launchers alongside a few missile launchers as a result of stray enemy attack craft, which also forced one of the hypervelocity cannons offline. And a few port and starboard hardpoints. As with the fleet carrier, it has also lost its corner quad lasers, and so enemy attack craft could also deal some damage to the main hangar. To the attack craft pilots still buzzing around the fleet, the flagship now looks like a half-eaten Emmental cheese wedge, considering that multiple holes were punched in multiple areas, such as the area directly underneath the bridge tower or the areas on top or near the hangars and causing casualties by the thousands. Meanwhile, the Cuvacia is now facing CG-2's starboard flank, having overtaken it by sheer speed, while only sustaining mostly suppressive fire.

"We shall give the First Order naval personnel PTSD! We shall make them fear therapists!"

"The Darr Itah is still alive, somehow" the sensor technician told Cathul.

"May I remind you, admiral, that you're no longer a therapist? And how do you intend to make them fear therapists?" the pilot asked.

"MIRV missiles, main batteries, fire at the Darr Itah! All other missiles, target the Predator! Port trench battery, fire at the Scylla, starboard trench battery, fire at the Vanguard! Aft batteries, fire at the enemy escorts!"

"Cuvacia now flanking CG-2, admiral: it appears that they concentrated their shields forward and aft"

"Cuvacia, fire while still on their broadside!"

The Contempt was therefore targeted by nearly 1800 turbolasers' worth of fire, with two buses of the stealth MIRV warheads also being directed at its bridge tower, and the Scylla, as well as the Vanguard, receivng about 300-320 turbolaser shots each. As for the Predator, sixty-five assault concussion missiles are coming their way. Meanwhile, the Thebeon also managed to overtake an enemy ship, now being at an angle with VD-1's engine array, due to its somewhat wide turn radius. They are about to open fire, while the enemy aft batteries are a little too concentrated in the direction of the Excubitor. The Thebeon is aiming right where it hurts the enemy cruiser most. As for the attack craft, they are still locked into a neck-and-neck battle against the enemy squadrons. The D-Wings are down to their last proton rockets, after which point they will return to ship to rearm their ordnance... but the battle between attack craft was mostly a stalemate. Hopefully another attack run on enemy capital ships will pay off this time around.

"D-Wings, form up in four groups, each group will be escorted by two squadrons of fighters. Group Alpha, engage and flank CG-2, Group Beth, engage VD-1, Group Cresh, engage the Vanguard from behind, Group Gimel, engage the Scylla from behind"

"Roger, roger"

"Frigates, fire at the enemy escorts!"

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ANS Trimaran
Captain Damascus Tidio, commanding

Now the captain, who served Therapy Command since there was a Therapy Command, that is, the Atrisia Campaign, had to come to terms that all his firepower could be directed in one direction: forward. He couldn't fire on his flanks, no more than he could fire aft, due to the brunt of the damage being taken behind the prow blade, dealt by Carlyle's units, which also destroyed the nearby Bioavailability. As a result, the ship is a lame duck, almost immobilized. Yet, he had to come to a grim decision: he had to somehow engage destroyers, but which fire to concentrate at whom, he had to decide quickly. Three destroyers, all of which are heavily damaged, and are also pretty much lame ducks. Yet the only degree of freedom he had left was about the missile fire: he was forced to devote sixty Raptor ACEs, 50 heavy ion cannons, and thirty turbolaser batteries to the Predator. That is, he still had to make the choice of targets for the assault concussion missiles.

"Fire the main prow batteries at the Predator! Fire twenty-five assault concussion missiles each on the Vanguard and the Scylla!"

Therapy Command:

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Capital ships:
ANS Excubitor (Procurator-X-class Grand Battlecruiser) moderate damage
ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) moderate damage
ANS Trimaran (Trimaran-class Star Defender) heavy damage
ANS Fury of Dulvoyinn (Incus-class escort carrier) light damage
ANS Voice of Lujo (Incus-class escort carrier) light damage
ANS Inysh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Cuvacia (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
ANS Thebeon (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
ANS Dahrtag (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate) moderate damage
ANS Ryan (Nebulon B7 frigate) moderate damage
ANS Siobhan (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Astral (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Columus (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Bioavailability (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

209 T-70 X-Wings
64 D-Wings

Ground reinforcements: (ETA: 1 post)

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Infantry (1700 men total):
1500 GA marines, with 4 Korriban heavy machineguns per 100 men
150 grenadiers
50 snipers

Vehicles:
60 O1 Bhesj

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

The Stormtrooper Captain, KA-200, looked on with satisfaction as the Supreme Commander's orders were carried out.

He would have preferred simple execution, but Supreme Commander Vaas had given him special instructions. Still, a part of him wondered why they simply couldn't kill these men and be done with it. Technically a war crime, yes - but there came a time when the notion of "war crimes" faded away into arbitrary obscurity and became simply a meaningless statement. In the end, there was only survival. And after all the Galactic Alliance had done in his time with the First Order, he felt like he could justify a decision to sentence these men to death. Ten years ago, when his life had been going in a different direction, he never would have imagined himself thinking something like that.

KA-200 would allow his men to rough up the twenty captured prisoners, to a point. Aside from the orders from Vaas, there would be no other permanent damage inflicted upon them. Any remorse for harming them was completely absent in his mind. Where was the Alliance's remorse on Eriadu, all those years ago? KA-200 had been a civilian then. He had emigrated to Eriadu upon hearing of the fledgling First Order, a society that promised a return to the old Imperial way of life. Like so many other humans, his yearning desire to return to the ways of yore had carried him there. It would be a place for him to raise his simple family in peace, in a healthy environment and culture that fostered pride and greatness.

This, apparently, was too much for the Galactic Alliance to stand. They invaded, engineered a rebellion on the planet, and his home was destroyed in the process. Afterwards, he relocated to Dosuun with the rest of the First Order's loyal survivors. The Alliance sure had a penchant for going where they were not needed, or wanted. Bringing democracy to the galaxy... or else. In any case, it had the opposite intended effect with KA-200. Immediately upon arriving at Dosuun, he enlisted with the First Order Army. Without a home, he had nothing left to lose. And since then he had bidden his time for the day he would face the Alliance in battle and exact his own tribute.

Truthfully, he had no idea which faction Eric Verdun ([member="Joza Perl"]) called home. There were multiple factions fighting alongside the Galactic Alliance today, too many for him to keep track of. It almost felt as if the entire galaxy had come together to stop them. But KA-200 took the time to lean down onto one knee and examine Eric's face, scarred as it now was. His youth was evident. This little boy looked like he hadn't even reached his eighteenth birthday.

"They're sending children to fight us," KA-200 said with disgust. Rather than making him merciful towards the enemy, it only made him despise the Alliance even more. Where were the loyal citizens who would fight and die for their cause? These were mere mercenaries. And now this kid had been dragged into all of this, and his life would never be the same.

KA-200 leaned down to Eric's' eye level. He would remove his helmet and look at the opposing warrior in the eyes before they were burnt out - he owed his enemy that much. As he removed his helmet and his face came into view, his own cybernetic eye was apparent. An injury that he carried with him since Eriadu.

"You will now carry the scars that we have carried for years." He said this to all the prisoners at once, but looked at Verdun when he did it. "Give me my torch."

His request was granted, and a sharp edge of burning embers was thrust into Eric Verdun's eyes. His eyeballs were immediately burned up, leaving a lifeless black mass between his lids. KA-200 stood up.

"Get them onto the transport," He sighed. "Double time, move it."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Beka watched [member="Amunalora Fenariel"], her glassy eyes narrowing in irritation. "Yes," she responded. "I do feel entitled. I feel entitled to unload relief supplies on any planet without being shot at. I feel entitled to walk on the surface of a world without hostility, and without having hostility offered to me. It is the hallmark of a civilized people." She stared up at Fenariel, her face a mask of pure contempt. When Amunalora asked whether the First Order was to be the savior of the Eldorai, Beka smirked sardonically. "Well, twelve hours ago I'd have said yes, but now? I rather doubt it. I think you have ruined the opportunity you once had. The First Order would have welcomed you with open arms. We would have cleaned up the air and the earth, and given you a world that can sustain life."

She paused. "Now, that you've attempted to kill First Order agents and abducted First Order personnel, it's ten to one and pick 'em that you don't get a planet back in cinders and slag," she answered. She was distracted for a moment when the wildling looked over at Sioux, and was repaid for her folly. Beka took the blow hard, her head snapping back before she collapsed back onto the ground, her vision blurry.

Meanwhile, [member="Sioux Chambers"] was hauled onto her feet by [member="Amunalora Fenariel"]'s compatriots, to be dragged and hauled God only knew where.

 

[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.

Am I a coward?

Choli mulled over this fact as she gave another grimace. The pain in her ribs increased. Maybe she hadn't just bruised them. She could very well have broken more than a handful. Gorram it.

Another grimace cut through the bloody, sweat slicked olive skin. R4 gave a low boop. She took a deep breath.

"Okay... okay." nodding, Choli bent down low beside the one companion who had been with her the majority of her life. "Hey, I'm going to need you to find the Alliance. Anyone really." there was no way that they were both going to get out of this. R4 gave another small beeps.

"Look, I won't be able to get out of his on my own. You need to find help." he rolled on the ground a bit. "Go." she nudged at him, the droid rolling back. "Go!"

Up in the skies, two more members from Red Squadron fell in a fiery explosion. Five were left. The Executive Officer called out for reinforcements, finding only those from nearby Gold and Amber up in space.

For now, [member="Quin Leeman"] would find that the battle slowly turning towards this favor as the starfighters were being picked off one by one.

 

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Arix Askrima"]
@Carlysle Rausgeber
Flying: B-Wings & D-Wings
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Roth accelerated down towards the capital ship's tower, sensors running diagnostics and putting together a view of the area. Alarms dinged as fighters emerged, heading straight for them. Numbers were elusive, but looked like two squadrons- interceptors and Defenders. Roth smirked. The Rogues had alreayd engaged the Destroyer and whoever Womprat was had engaged the interceptors.

"Knights, Defenders and Interceptors engaging. Watch those ions. B-Wings, tackle the fighters. D-wings, hit the cruiser. We'll cover again." Roth leaned over and flipped a switch, pushing the engine to its maximum and the ship thrummed around him. A sense of danger flickered through his consciousness and he twitched the controls as an ion blast shot past him, followed by the sight of the fighters headed towards them.

Targeting locks showed up all over his computer. The interceptors weren't his concern. The B-wing's shields and armor could handle those. What concerned him was the Defenders.

"Focus fire on the Defenders, combined ion and laser."

The commands were second nature to him now- analyzing situations and prioritizing targets. A lock appeared on screen- one of the Defenders. Roth took a deep breath and let the Force flow through him, catching glimpses of the future. So he fired- not where the fighter was but where it was going to be. Several quick bursts of both ion and lasers on an intercept course.

Then he rolled the massive fighter as another barrage came by. Several lasers pattered against the hull, bouncing off the deflector shields. He gritted his teeth and pulled up, yanking the craft out of the way as the much faster TIE flew past.

He really needed to design a new fighter for the Wild Knights to use.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Trenches Near Citadel
[member="Dish"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Canal"] [member="Mao"] [member="Elliot Locke"]
[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]
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Krenis paused at the intersection of one of the trenches, nodding to one of the Shriek-Hawks. The man activated the din'uul- its energy shield radiating out in front and he passed it around the corner. Krenis followed, Westar blaster to his shoulder as the enemy came into view. He fired and blue plasma bolts echoed forward to eliminate the pale imitators of he and Canal.

The other Mandalorians followed him around the corner, laying down a field of withering fire into the confined areas of the trench. Why anyone would have wanted to use trenches in such a battlefield was beyond him, and he was genetically modified for tactical and strategic superiority. The armies were just too mobile and the weapons too devastating. But so be it. The small team moved through the trench, absorbing blaster fire on their personal shields and armor. They staggered and cursed, but the armor was sufficient to absorb most of the damage.

Signs appeared on the helmet HUD and he studied them. Flanking forces to the North. He held a fist up to pause and they stopped. Krenis studied the read-outs, calculating. Someone was coordinating the counter-attack through the trenches. They were on opposite sides as of yet, but it was time to ram a dagger into the heart of the assault.

"Let's find their commanding officer. See if we can't cut some chaos into their order."

The others nodded and they began making their way through the trenches. Orderly, precise, professional. He paused, looking around a corner. A wall of flames was moving somewhere else and he had to assume it was some of the Firemane Forcers. With Firemane in the name, why wouldn't they specialize in fire?

He started moving towards the Eastern trenches.

 

[Ohm-Lai]

[member="Vilin"]

A ship dropped out hyperspace. Now, in some places, that was the start of a joke, similar to a man walked into a bar. But in this case, Captain Lyra Sunfell felt far from any sort of humor as she regarded the situation. The ANS Firebird was a troop transport, a CR-90 corvette converted to carry an infantry company. There were eight more such transports en route and arriving shortly. She paced the bridge as the readouts showed the tactical display.

This was a major ground and fleeting engagement, from what she could see.

"Captain! Battlesphere displays synced."

"Thank you lieutenant," Lyra responded, clasping her hands behind her back. She needed to get her troops to the ground as quickly as possible and in as effective a position as possible. Reports were showing major conflict within the ruins of Santassia and a Citadel of Dawn. Trenches, infantry platoons, armor. It was a classic ground battle, and where they were needed most.

"Alliance Actual," she said through the comms. "Twilight Company has arrived. Eight more companies en route. Additional ground forces on stand-by."

"Bring us to red alert," Lyra added after a moment. "All shields up to maximum, crew to their battle-stations. Infantry to the drop-ships. Prepare the guns and deploy fighter escorts."

Alarms blared through the ship and crew-members ran through the corridors, attending to their duties, manning the defense guns, and two X-wings deployed from the hangar to patrol around the corvette.

This was war, and Captain Sunfell's second major one, which was the same for most of Twilight Company. Whatever happened, Twilight survived.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

[member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="BE-183"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAJqAMBfJ74​

Liddy was staring up at [member="Rolf Amsel"] blankly when he thrusted something into her hand. She didn't speak, just watched as Amsel stalked off up the trench, before letting her gaze fall down to her hands and what he had placed in her hands. It was a blaster. Her hands wrapped around the gun; the shape was familiar to her eyes but felt entirely foreign in her hands. She looked up again, then down at the blaster before setting off down the trench after Amsel. "Major!" she called. "Major Amsel? Please, Major?"

She winced as she followed along him, putting one hand to her side where her flesh was in the process of cooking. "You can't give me this," she said as she rounded on the Major. "I can't have this. I can't have a gun. I can't have a gun," she reiterated. "I don't know how to -- I don't know what -- look, I can't -- I don't know how to use this! Safely, anyway," she added. Liddy had some general idea about how to use a gun -- point and shoot, right? -- but the other considerations that went into firing a weapon of this kind.

"Apart from that," she went on, shutting her eyes as she drew in a shaky sigh. "I'm a journalist. I can't take sides in a conflict. There's still something to be said about... about... about journalistic integrity." At this, she straightened to her full height imperiously, which turned out to be rather a stupid idea, because it provided a target to a sniper in the distance, whose plasma bolt very nearly killed her. She dropped to a crouch in the trench and sighed. "Can you teach me how to use this thing? I'm more likely to kill myself or one of your men than anyone else at this rate."

 

[Hansen]

FN-888 "Helden"
Kaeshana Southern Hemisphere, Humanitarian Camp.

"Grenadier Four this is Fox-hound Alpha, Roger. I'll have the white cloaks on-station to provide medical treatment. Over." Joan marches past a scientist and slams into his shoulder firmly with her two Stormtroopers keeping watch over the crowd of Eldorai. Joan looks over the medical officers treating the Eldorai women and children and barks at them harshly. "Move those civilians onto the one side of the tents! We've got incoming wounded and will need physicians for field surgery." Joan slips F-11D blaster rifle into thigh holster, and grips the ankles of a crying Eldorai child and helps lift them off of a white stretcher over to another more to the left-most side of the tent with a shuttle. This haphazardous action earns the protestation of the child's Mother who slaps angrily at the back of the Stormtrooper's helmet viciously. Joan's right hand reaches for a collapsed stun baton, but fortunately for the tall Elf woman she ceases beating the Stormtrooper's helmet like a drum and collapses beside lacerated and burned child in tears. Joan's blue eyes study the child for a moment before pulling away and she recoils in disgust from the sudden compulsion that shivers through her bones; The maternal instinct.

@[member='Pharazon Draken'],

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Location: Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: Jedi and friends
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Post: 4


Lynn may have been a duelist primarily, but she was well studied in a vast array of subjects. She had indeed studied the Sith and she saw a difference in the Sith of old and now. The Sith of old used pain to fuel their anger, but their pain usually stemmed from tragedy. Vader's loved ones dying. Maul's torture, Bane's torture by his father and teachers along with feeling weak, or even Malgus killing his lover slave. The Sith now had an addiction to physical pain and making it worse, but this only proved to be futile. A prime example was a well trained Kylo losing to a girl after she first used a lightsaber. Though, to each their own.

As she thought about this, she continued to observe the female Sith and could not help, but notice her lightsaber was not red and had a bit of blood on it. She found this odd as her studies on the Knights of Ren, every one of them used red lightsabers. This made things curious, was this a fallen jedi or was the lightsaber from a fallen jedi? Many questions, but she could not answer them now. She watched her hand lift and could feel the anger and pain building in the Sith and so she reacted in unison. As the choke came at Lynn, a Force Push was returned, but the Sith;s anger was greater. While Lynn could hold back some of it, she could feel her neck slowly tightening and the ability to breath leave her. As the possibility of death rose, Lynn's mind remained calm. She never understood how she could be so calm in the light of danger, but then again, she had no memory about who she really was so many questions would go unanswered.

Remaining calm did, however, open a much wider door of possibilities for the young Jedi. She could keep herself focused and thus use the Force to bring an attack with her other hand by sending her Lightsaber spinning and at the Sith with more power than a choking woman should beable to, but nevertheless, she was a padawan, it wasn't some powerful attack. It would present a problem, she would have to block it or die. Sure, she could use the lightsaber to block the incoming attack, but with a broken leg this would put a lot of strain on her leg and thus give Lynn enough time to use the Force to finally break the hold on her neck.

She took one deep breath and then lept into the air bringing her lightsaber back to her after the attack and using the falling leaf attack on the Sith and making sure to cover herself in a Force Barrier to prevent herself from being grabbed in the air, though it wasn't enough to protect her from a push so she had to prepare mentally for that as well. She did hope it would work as the force of her blade coming down on the Sith if blocked would break her leg even further. More pain was not ideal, but if she could do that, she could take the Sith captive, heal her, and maybe even show her a better way. Funny how this mask worked so perfectly against it's creator.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Ruins of Santaissa
Allies: FO
Enemies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Gear: Green bladed lightsaber, black armour, baton, gun


Trying to conceal her glaring disadvantage any longer became impossible, as the Jedi’s meek telekinetic nudge proved enough to topple the wounded Ren’s unbalanced body. Upon meeting the crashing wave of energy, Zmej braced herself, taking a step back for better stability – and thus the broken bone finally betrayed her, refusing to support the armoured body’s weight. Surprise forced its way into her concealed expression as she fell, thudding on the ground, telekinetic rope trying to hang the Jedi cut. This was bad. Trying to stand up would leave her open, vulnerable – and thus the disciple was forced to fight from this massively disadvantageous position, sitting on Santaissa’s frozen earth. Even more rage spilled into her mind, clouding Zmej’s thoughts under its red blanket.

Once the spinning scythe of amethyst light arrived, it was met with a green column of light that rapidly came up and intercept the attack before it delivered death. Focused purely on defence for the time being, Zmej remained where she sat, an easy target. No surprise formed in her face this time when the Jedi jumped, launching herself across the battlefield, cutting the distance between them with ease. All the teenage Ren could do was raising her own lightsaber, locking it in a passionate kiss with the Jedi’s. The sheer kinetic energy still forced the Ren’s body back – and so she found herself lying on the back, both hands focused on keeping the violet blade away. It appeared to be over, and truly, Zmej couldn’t have found herself in worse position.

But the Jedi stood, feet firmly planted on the ground, supporting her weight as she slowly increased pressure on her downed opponent. Unprotected against an attack aimed at her lower half, focused on steadily forcing the Ren’s emerald beam down, closer to her body, the Jedi finally offered an opening, which Zmej fully intended to capitalize on. And so, driven by unnatural strength found in all living beings fighting for their lives, the blonde’s armoured boot shot towards the Jedi’s right knee in hopes of shattering it like an egg to even the odds a bit.

 

[H3xle]

ALLIES: [member="mao"], [member="laira vereen"], GA Forces, TA Forces, Good Guys
ENEMIES: [member="rexus wenck"], First Order Forces, Bad Guys
OBJECTIVE: Take the Citadel

[[OOC: [member="face"] I am moving on, as you've not responded in over ten days.]]

Force Composition

Spoiler

Escort:
-24 OS-G3 Paladin Class Fighters
-24 OS-G2 Knight Class Fighters
-10 Peregrine Class Gunships
-6 Inimica Class Gunships
Army:
2,000 Combat Infantry (8 Companies) (30 Injured, 15 dead)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
1,000 Combat Engineers (4 Companies)
-Armor
-Rifle
-Sidearm
-SAW (Squad Assault Weapon, 2 per squad=8 per platoon=32 per company)
268 Special Forces Operators
-Armor
-Sniper Rifle
-Sidearm
55 Combat Vehicles (Eight Injured, Seven out of commission)
(15 Hydra Anti-Air Tanks) (2 Out of Commission, 3 Injured)
(20 Manticore Heavy Support Tanks) (3 Out of Commission, 3 Injured)
(20 O1 Bhesj Main Battle Tanks) (2 Out of Commission, 2 Injured)

Djacen watched as the forces he thought were coming towards him veered off under the onslaught of heavy anti air fire from the ground and the Galactic Alliance air support. A few of the infantry that had been released found out the hard way that they had a shield, and used their jet packs to return to their group. None of Djacen's scouts, infantry, or vehicles could detect them anymore, so Djacen turned back to his primary objective. Taking the Citadel.

"Companies one through four, forward arc. Wedges by platoon, on my command we will advance by order." He commanded, infantry moved to the fore, in front of the armor. "Companies five through eight are on rear guard with the vehicle companies. If those infantry come back, I want to know about it." The way he placed them, they had a circle of infantry 2000 strong around the shield generator, with armor protecting their back half. "Firemane engineers, also on my order, bring down the shield. Alliance engineers, we need to collapse some of those trenches so the armor can make it across. Beware mines, everyone!"

Djacen watched as everyone got into place, then he took a breath and nodded.

"Move!" Djacen shouted, and several things happened at once. The Firemane engineers deactivated the shield, then secured it for movement. The four infantry companies in the front began to move by order in platoons. Three platoons from each company laid down suppressing fire while their remaining platoon moved forward. When the fourth platoon reached new cover or a new trench, they scanned it for mines and booby traps before taking it and calling clear. Then a different platoon would start moving, and so forth. This way, Djacen's forces pushed on the Citadel with relentless pressure.

Actions:
1) Shield is voluntarily down
2) 1000 infantry are actively pushing into the Citadel, so far as I can see only Rexus's 33 storm troopers have ever been stated to be in my portion of the Citadel.
3) 1000 infantry and my vehicles are protecting from a rear engagement
4) Engineers are moving the shield and clearing any boobytraps or mines we come across, then clearing the area so the armor can move forward.

 

[Quin Leeman]

Location:above Kaeshana, northwest citadel
Allies: The First Order and friends of the FO, Luna Terrik, Ludolf Vaas, Torian Pierce
Enemies: Galactic Alliance , Choli Vyn(if in the air?), Engaged Red Squadron.
Primary Objective: give air support to FO troops on the ground,​ take out red squadron
Secondary Objective: support the First Order Fleet
Tertiary Objective: Regroup with the Fleet.
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Post #6
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​And then there was five, the two where dumb enough to follow him in less maneuverable fighters. they were destroyed shortly after Quin entered the little suicide run, he could have gotten killed but he loved doing crazy stuff like that. he exited the obstacle course and circled over head until he found another red squad ship. he bee lined it, his shields back to 70% all around, guns blazing. all the while dodging AA fire. closing in on the fighter from four o'clock high. ​"Take this Rebel Scum!" he continued firing, waiting for the kill, and picking out his next targets.