Campaign &nbsp; Conflict on Christophsis

Nyx N1X3 | Open

A single fighter slid quietly into normal space above Christophsis, it's red and black silhouette making it stand out among the gathering of ships in the space above the planet. The single occupant of that ship looked out at the the formation over the planet and spied the ship under the command of her sister and with a small grin tapped a few buttons on the console in front of her before grabbing the controls and accelerating full throttle, skirting the defensive perimeter of the Unyielding Faith. The ships make was Mandalorian, a Kom’rk fighter. This one was unique though a crimson hull with black trim, the exact same style as Aselia’s armor. The fighter did a quick barrel roll and continued at full burn before diving into the planet’s atmosphere, giving the shuttles and landing ships a wide birth it streaked across the sky before it slowed and banked around the landing zone before descending at a steep angle, its wings folding up as it glided into a landing and it touched down gently. The back of the fighter opened up and out walked a Mandalorian wearing crimson armor with black trim just like her fighter a pair of blaster pistols on each hip and a lightsaber hanging by the right blaster and a red cape hung gently from her neck falling around waist length down her back. Aselia carried in her hands a jackal sniper rifle and started toward Allya. It wasn’t a far walk but she took her time before she stood in front of her and took off her helmet the familiar face of her adopted sister now revealed, the blonde hair tucked into her helmet fell lose and her green eyes looked on at her sister.

“Su cuy'gar vod” she smiled at her “Sorry I have been gone so long, I heard there was some trouble, so I came to help out.” She said as she looked up at the ships and shuttles continuing to land before turning back to her her. “It’s good to see you” she wondered a bit how she would be received it had been a while since she had bothered to show up in confederate space, from other vantage points playing out in the galaxy while things back home got more out of control, but that wasn't exactly the reason she had been gone. In fact she had been on an assignment all this time picking through rumors and lies to find one little thing in an entire galaxy, of course her father had sworn her to secrecy so she could not tell her sister what she had been up to, be that as it was she would deal with whatever issues it brought up.

The Monster · Mar 21, 2020

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Location: Orbit above Christophsis
Armament: Gen 1 Commando Armor, Big Iron Hand Cannon, Jackal ACR, 3 frags, 3 Ions, 3 flashbangs, 3 thermal detonators, 1 MAAWS, 5 rounds of MAAWS ammo
Objective: Secure Christophsis, assist allied forces and destroy any and all enemy combatants in space and in support of ground operations.
Tags:

Aselia Verd

Nyx N1X3

Gat Tambor

Allya Vi'Dreya

Entering into real space just outside the edge of the other military vessels was a dark colored Frigate. The ship paused for a moment as systems were checked and telemetry data verified on board the vessel. External lights started coming on as the ship went to navigation, highlighting a bold emblazoned Snarling Wolf's Head, and the nomenclature of the vessel.

TDWSF-1 AEGIS

The Dire Wolves had arrived.

Sergei stood aboard the bridge as reports started flowing in, first from comms officers, gunnery officers, and EW operators and followed closely by engineering, navigation, engineering and helm. Sergei stood proud over this group of men and women who had stood before him. He looked back at the captain of the vessel, Maximilian Clark, and smiled allowing a very rare break of his normal professional visage. Clark was too busy to notice however, as he began issuing orders, bringing the engines online to a low burn as they were going to enter orbit. Helmsmen expertly maneuvered the ship, engineering directing power to the engines and powering on navigational shields, and gunnery crews began loading procedures for their respective weapon systems. The bottom four turrets prepping pods for firing, mean while the top six loading Ion rounds into their main cannons as other weapons such as Turbolasers and laser cannons began to cycle online.

Comms officers began establishing comms with all ships surrounding the planet, using the comms suite to full effect to being identifying, logging, and tracking all the vessels entering atmosphere or in orbit above the planet as a 3D holographic display began to build in front of the captain showing the location, identification and affiliations of all vessels in or around the planet. Clark settled into his chair as he began studying the display intently, noting each of the locations, the number of vessels, and who they seemed to be with. He saw the large capital vessels began making planet fall, and without hesitation made his suggestion to Sergei.

"Jack I suggest we remain in space, use our speed to our advantage, from here we can view the entirety of the battle to come and react to threats quickly,"

"Sounds like a plan Clark, make the call. Bring us to condition 1,"

The man nodded and quickly issued the orders to comms stations, an alarm klaxons blared over the ship loudspeakers. Sergei turned from the bridge and started walking to the armory of the frigate, as he needed to make necessary preparations. Meanwhile a message played over the shipboard comms systems.

"GENERAL QUARTERS, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS WE ARE AT CONDITION 1. REPEAT, GENERAL QUARTERS, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PREPARE TO ENTER ORBIT OF PLANET CHRISTOPHSIS, ALL GROUND TEAMS PREPARE FOR DROP POD DEPLOYMENT, FULL COMBAT LOADS,"

Sergei smiled as he saw the controlled chaos that was a ship that was preparing to respond to contact. Officers and enlisted alike ran to and fro across the various halls, making their way to battle stations in all sorts of protective gear, some simply donning pressure suits, others taking more protective measures as they were designated to repel boarders when the Commandos disembarked. Sergei stepped into the armory and it was a bit more loud as men issued orders to their various teams, weapons were drawn and ammo loaded. Sergei approached his locker and quickly took off his duty uniform, donning his body glove and protective jacket and over pants for the glove. Then he moved to attaching armor plates to various points around his armor, starting low and working his way up as he made sure each attachment was flush and secure. He finally reached up at the top of his locker and picked up his helmet. He slipped it on, hearing the clicks as it sealed in place and his rebreather kicked in, pressurizing the suit. Quickly testing the over pants and jacket he did a quick arm and leg stretch, noting that the mobility was acceptable and nothing was catching. Which was good. He then walked over to the weapons rack and drew out his Jackal ACR, and his Big Iron Hand Cannon. He first performed a quick functions check on the rifle, and satisfied with the performance grabbed a nearby magazine and slapped it home, cycling a round into the chamber. Next he did the same with his Big Iron, and once satisfied he picked up a disrupter pack for the weapon and inserted it getting the hand cannon to whirr a small bit as it accepted the charge. He then holstered the pistol, and attached the Jackal to his hybrid sling across his chest, moving to stock up ammo. He selected one bandolier of ammo for his rifle, a bandolier with grenades and attached more ammo for his pistol in his left drop leg container. He then looked up at the MAAWS launcher he had and decided that today he would bring the MAAWS. Slinging it across his back he picked another pack containing 5 MAAWS (1 HEDP, 2 HEAT, 1 THERMOBARIC, 1 HEVF) rounds, his IFAK, and other necessary gear. He then picked all this up and went to the main tactical control room as he set his gear down next to a bench and pressed a button on the center console. It hailed the captain which immediately responded.

"Yes Jack?"

"The men are ready, broadcast to friendly vessels our intentions and begin sweeping for whatever threat might present itself,"

"Aye, and Jack?"

"You have my confidence Clark, you have the conn," Sergei answered without needing to be asked.

A call went over the bridge announcing that the XO was officially in charge of all ship based operations now. The comms officers sent a wide band transmission to all friendly forces in the AO. Clark's voice was one of calm, confident and downright suave that was meant to pick up spirits and rouse the fighting spirits of not only allies, but the very crew itself.

"To all friendly forces of the CIS, this is the captain of TDWSF-1 Aegis, Maximilian Clark, of The Dire Wolves Mercenary Company. Our vessel stands ready to assist in all planetary actions, and shall be holding in a orbit above the planet as a quick response force to any actions attempted against this planet and her people. To all allied forces I will ask that you direct any intel you acquire to myself at best haste so that we can respond to any situation as quickly as possible. You have both my and my commander's word, surrender isn't an option, and the enemy will be stopped here. We'll take all comers and end this threat once and for all,"

Sergei sat back in his seat as now all that was left was to wait for action to start.

Beric Layne · Mar 22, 2020

OBJECTIVE: Protect Christophsis
LOCATION: Chaleydonia, Street Level
TAG:

The Monster

The crystalline forests and plateaus of Christophsis were some of the most beautiful natural formations that Beric had seen in his lifetime. The light from the system's sun reflected and refracted on the minerals of the surface and spiraling cities, creating a rainbow of color across the sky and cities of the planet. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Beric thought, he might've thought he was on some sort of vacation. But unfortunately, the duties of being a Knights Obsidian did not allow often for relaxation or vacation.

Beric's purpose on this world was to remedy a rather curious ailment that was predicted to beset the crystal planet. Several months ago, a strange set of circumstances had caused an entire village on the world of Rishi, and an algorithm had predicted that Christophsis would be the next target of this invisible attacker. And so Beric was here now, along with his brothers and sisters in the Knights Obsidian and other divisions of the Confederacy, to try and do what they could.

For now, Beric patrolled the streets of Chaleydonia, the capital of the world whose crystal skyscrapers fit in thematically with the rest of the planet. It was tedious, but not disinteresting work. On his home planet, he was respected and admired Lord of Frosthall, friend and familiar to all those he encountered. But on Christophsis, a world of business and economics, most likely wouldn't be able to locate Vandor on a starchart, assuming that they knew about the planet in the first place. And so Beric walked the streets as a stranger, the cowl of his fur-lined robe pulled up to partially mask his face.

As he walked, he happed onto a small marketplace, clustered in between the narrow alleys and sideways formed by the towering walls of the skyscrapers above. Vendors sold their wares; food cooked in simmering pots, cheap crystal souvenirs aimed to wrestle away a few credits from travelers, rugged adventure fatigues and finely-woven cloth arrayed in varying brilliant colors. Beric stopped by one such shop, letting the smooth fabric run through his gloved fingers before a short, wizened woman approached him. "You buy it, or you leave it. No touching," she grumbled through half-opened eyes as wrinkled hands snatched the cloth away from Beric's fingers.

"My apologies," Beric said with a smile before bowing and continuing on his way down the street. At this point, he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, or if he should even be looking for anything. For all that he knew, he was fighting an invisible enemy. But he would still give one-hundred percent of his effort to beat that enemy if it meant that the citizens of Chaleydonia and Christophsis would remain safe.

Kyyrk · Mar 23, 2020

D E F E N D

Voph was patrolling the lower streets of Chaleydonia that morning. After all that had happened, it was almost calming. Even if some didn't agree with Voph being returned to the field so suddenly. Death was never a thing to be taken lightly. Voph knew this. Better than many. Medically, he was fine. But there was always the risk that some complication could happen. Something could always go wrong. Voph had lain idle as long as he could afford. But now was the time for action. A world was in need, and he could not bring himself to watch while the battle raged.

His mind wandered to the day the team had brought him back. How the air had filled his lungs once again. How the world had spun around him, making him retch almost immediately. He'd recovered quicker than he had the first time. But...things were different. The Force looked...different to him. And his memories had returned. All of them. It was an odd sensation.

Verros.

A name he'd not heard in his living memory. His name. He smiled wistfully at the thought. His true name. His mind also drifted to the battle that had raged prior to his return. The team had risked their lives to get him back, for the Force did not allow those dead to return to the living without proper tribute. But more importantly, he was sure that he and

Prennis Keeoli had much to speak of. She'd probably kill him again when she learned he was here on Christophsis, not home resting. They'd not yet discussed the bantha in the room. Why he had wiped her memories after regaining his Holocron from her. He hadn't intended to restore them so quickly, but circumstances had made it necessary. But he vowed to himself he would never do it again.

But, his past could wait until another day. As the dark-robed figure moved through the streets, something was beginning to itch in the back of his mind. He was being watched...

Kathryn Foster · Mar 23, 2020

Location: Arriving Christophsis space
Objective: Protect Christophsis, provide air support
Wearing: Flightsuit
Tags:

Kyyrk ,

Allya Vi'Dreya ,

Beric Layne ,

The Monster ,

Aselia Verd ,

Nyx N1X3 ,

Gat Tambor ,

Ascendant Resolve

''It's not like that, at all!''

Colonel Fosters voice came through the fighter comms in a slightly annoyed but still friendly fashion, following up on her wingmans statement about some meet-ups with a certain High Marshal. Occacionally, private matters had a tendency to seep out in the pilot ranks and some had a tendency to pick it up and revealing it. The squadron had an open-minded atmosphere though, so she knew the captain meant no harm. His following chuckle got her own corners of the mouth to rise behind the oxygen mask.

''You're a jerk...'' she said along with a small sigh, and shook her head looking out of the canopy onto the other T-77 Stealth Interceptor. ''But I still wouldn't change wingman for anything in the galaxy.'' she continued more seriously, before turning her gaze forward and onto the blue planet that grew closer to them.

Truth was that she had been off-duty for a while now, for longer than she had anticipated and wanted because of the assassination attempt on High Marshal Brayde. She thanked the gods that it failed and after that they both had enjoyed each others company at a more secure location. She liked him. Quite alot, actually. She let those thoughts dissipate and they entered the atmposphere of Christophsis.

On each side, the commonly called ''Talons'', covered the landing party of shuttles and landing crafts. Just as planned, they broke the formation and then placed themselves in a pattern above the landing site. More ships would come and as a precaution they were keeping an eye from above.

Tyrias Aran · Mar 24, 2020

Location: In Orbit of Christophsis
Rank: Fleet Marshal
Armada: Bassadro Sector
Tag:

The Monster
Also:

Kyyrk |

Ascendant Resolve |

Kathryn Foster

"Fleet Marshal Aran, we have dropped out of hyperspace near Christophsis as ordered."

The Chiss woman that sat still as a statue in her command chair could see the planet before tham now. The faintest of smiles graced her dark blue lips at their arrival. A scarsely perceptively flick of glowing red eyes followed the announcement. Tyrias began with the first order of business, "Proceed to enter high orbit over the planet. Let the others deploy their resources as they see fit."

As the navigational instructions were issued, she turned her head slightly to one side. "Concentrate all sensors on the surrounding region and on the planet itself. Record all anomalies. Make no assumptions as to their origin, and document any irregularities you believe to be with the equipment." People had a tendency to brush off minor details that might fall within 'tolerances.' Having read up on the previous incident and how elusive the cause had been, Tyrias did not believe they had the benefit of ignoring even the smallest of irregular readings.

There appeared to be plenty of Confederate forces with their ships right in the mix of things as well. They should be able to take detailed readings -- provided they were caught up in the anomaly itself -- which left a wider-view that might prove worthwhile. Seeing how Tyrias' command was out of its regular patrol, the Chiss saw no need to try laying claim to the scene herself. Not yet.

Not long ago they had swept in toward the core of the Confederacy for supplies and routine maintenance. As they had been preparing to resume their station in the Bassadro Sector, however, word of impending disaster was received. Tyrias was quite interested to see the Confederacy at work in one of its hazardous exploits and directed her ship to the scene. Naturally she'd sent word of her vessel's delay in returning to the rest of the fleet, but they could make up for the time easily enough.

"Inform the other Confederate vessels in orbit, and Ground Command, that Fleet Marshal Tyrias Aran and her crew are here to assist." Now all they had to do was wait for the adversary to show itself. She certainly hoped it would be intellectually stimulating and not something otherwise within the capabilities of a mere patrol ship.

Ascendant Resolve · Mar 24, 2020

Kyyrk |

Tyrias Aran

Across the planet, a fearsome still lay. Perhaps it was one's mind playing tricks on them. Perhaps it was true anticipation of a battle preparing to start.

Communications were sent to and fro, as the Confederate response prepared to meet whatever awaited them. But things began to sour quickly. On the streets, lights began to flicker. Those among the Confederacy that held command of the Force felt a chill wash over them, and the hairs stand tall on the back of their necks. A dark presence had washed over them. And every fiber of their being was responding. The stronger individuals felt the unmistakable urge to defend themselves from danger, while weaker-willed individuals were filled with a desire to flee.

In the skies above the planet,

Tyrias Aran would begin receiving numerous warnings across all vessels: Electrical Anomaly Detected.

Within moments, a storm had enveloped the ships, obscuring visuals and forcing the ships to rely on sensors to even see each other. They felt, rather than saw, the arrival of a ship, heralded by a hyperdrive signature that matched the very same pattern that the Darcy AI had determined to be the cause of the disappearances. Through the rolling fog and roaring lightning, the crew could spot hints of a ship, massive in scale, slowly crawling through the storm. The sensors picked up one last reading, before the ship vanished entirely. Weapons fired.

Electronics across the planet began to shut down under the strain of the EMP wave. A new silence fell across the planet. The attack was here.

On a dark side street, a figure stepped from the shadows, hand held aloft to defend himself from retribution. But it wasn't necessary. As

Kyyrk turned to face him, the man smiled. "The Harvest begins anew." The deed was done. As the words were spoken, the man stepped back, letting his arm drop to his sides. There was no calling for help now. In the distance, he could hear the fell shrieks of his allies. The very dead themselves emerged from the shadows, vengeful spirits intent on the destruction of all life. They would keep the Confederacy busy, while the true work began...

Allya Vi'Dreya · Mar 25, 2020

Location: Christophsis - Outside of Planetary Capital Building

Equipment: Lightsaber, blasters, various grenades, armor

Ship: The Unyielding Faith

Tags:

Kyyrk |

Tyrias Aran |

Gat Tambor

Objective: Survive

As everything fell into place, Allya took a deep breath. The Unyielding Faith had been unloaded, it’s supplies safe. Local shield stations and defensive turrets were under control. Comm traffic for the most part was flowing the way it should, being monitored for any signs of anomalies. Her helmeted eyes gazed at the numbers. The confederate forces had steadily gathered, and it was a sizable force. Yet there was this unease in the pit of her stomach. Soldiers were good against many things, but not everything. As

The Monster opened a comm to talk to them, a gloved finger pressed a button and she called out to him. “This is Squad Lead Vi’Dreya of the Dauntless, it’s Good to have you Captain. You are a welcome sight. We will feed you with information, please, do the same in return.”

A sigh as she turned to her ever faithful companion. “Crash. I feel...uneasy. Be on guard, look out for everything…” She pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed. “Go protect the shielded containers.” Without a word he saluted and walked out the door. Allya slumped against the control panel for a bit. This feeling wouldn’t go away. Something nagging her, something half remembered. No matter. As Aselia walked up to her, much of this unease vanished. There was no danger in the galaxy that was unbeatable with vod at your side. And no death unhonorable. She reached out and lightly punched Aselia’s shoulder. “Su’cuy.” Under the helmeted visage Allya honestly smiled. “It’s good to see you. Thought you had died, was almost ashamed by that. Come on, vod, it’s good to have you. Get ready for a fight.” She waved her gloved hand over the consols. “We are preparing for a fight that we have zero clue about. Rather than spread out, we have our people grouped up more for immediate response units. It’s easier to defend this way.”

Warning alerts came over the planet alert system. Anomaly detected. Her comm clicked on. “GET READY! INCOMING!” The force practically roiled around whatever it was. It was like her father's training all over again. Such overwhelming fear. Kark it all. This was exactly what she was afraid of. However, it was the EMP burst that caught her off guard. It was intense, far more intense than anything she had ever experienced, and she had been caught in her dad’s ship’s ion cannon one time. Her armor popped, the internal defenses activating, however...it still made it unusable for the time being. She yelled out a command, so it traveled outside her helmet. “To the Unyielding Faith!”

She grabbed Aselia and pulled her along, as she forced the armor outside and into the streets. As she moved up to Crash, in one of the make shift camps in a parking area, he was already pulling open one of the shielded crates. Several deionizors were taken from it, one handed to Allya who immediately began to use it on her armor. The other Commandos used it on their weapons and armor as well. It wasn’t long before the left over radiation had been taken out of the armor, and each soldier helped the other to reactivate the armors. One was offered to Aselia as well.

Allya licked her lips. “Crash, next assignment….Get the two ysalamari from the ship. Give one to yourself, and the other to three lead. Keep your soldiers close by. No questions, just do. Quickly.” The Soldier obeyed. “Yes Ma’am.” The teen’s breath caught in her throat as she tried to calm herself.

The Unyielding Faith would need time for the De-ionizers to finish cleaning the ship. And the planetary comm system was down. Until the Faith could get up and running, to assist communication and sensors...they were mostly blind. However the familiar sigh of her own sensors made everything fine. It was okay. “Alright! Dauntless. Tri-blasters out. Put it to blasters. Fire away. If that doesn’t work, try sonic...if that doesn’t work use masers. If THAT doesn’t work, deploy grenades. Survive. And make the planet survive.” Before Crash was able to return, the Force Ghosts were upon them. Allya’s lightsaber was out in one hand, in the other her trusty blasters. With a hum she ignited her lightsaber, hoping the force crystal inside it would help. Blaster was raised up and she fired into the ghosts, aiming low so in case the shots went straight through it wouldn’t cause casualties behind them. With the force she attempted to rip another apart with telekinesis. The commandos grouped up in pairs, they watched each other's backs. As they took up defensive positions there, each opened fire as the ghosts came at them all.

With a familiar song in her heart, she and her troops, and her family went into battle in a desperate attempt to stop….what ever the kark this was.

Aselia Verd · Mar 26, 2020

Location: Christophsis - Outside of Planetary Capital Building
With:

Allya Vi'Dreya
Armament: Lightsaber, Blaster Pistols, Jackal Sniper Rifle (More)
Objective: Help
Tags:

Kyyrk |

Tyrias Aran |

Gat Tambor

Aselia snorted a bit when Allya suggested she had died, shifting her weight to one foot “As if it’s that easy to kill me, you should know better” she shrugged and grinned “I am always ready for a fight” as if on cue tempting fate or the gods or whatever, all hell suddenly broke loose on Christophsis. The change it atmosphere was palpable and immediately her guard was up just as she was about to say something Allya grabbed hold of and dragged Alesia with her away from whatever danger had suddenly appeared. The sudden move by her sister had momentarily shocked her but she quickly recovered her senses and let her training take over. While no longer being dragged she was now running at the same speed as Allya and she quickly threw her helmet back on.

The effects of the emp were immediate her suits systems were shutting down one after another, while she could still see much of battle assistance data and information suite was flickering in and out of existence and more and more systems shutting off, she let her left hand drop and draw one of her blaster pistols instinctively better to be armed before it was even needed. When they arrived at the staging area and Allya finally let go she slung her sniper rifle over her shoulder. When the de-ionizer was offered she did not even think for a moment and used it before she then drew her lightsaber the crimson blade snapping to life and emitting a low hum. The tactical feed from her ship was still down, she would be relying only on the suit sensors it seemed.

She spared a momentary glance at her sister and grinned under her own helmet; this was going to be fun. “Never tried to kill a force ghost before, how about you?” she queried her sister while she to fired a couple of shots down range just testing the waters. She was not expecting the shots to actually do anything but all the same the shots we’re well aimed, on any other living being they would be fatal, her grip on her saber tightened "Better question has anybody ever tried to kill a force ghost?" she shrugged a bit at her own question. "Well lets give it a go" she slipped her blaster back into its holster a bit of lightning started crackling in her left hand, this was going to ruin her gauntlet, she raised her hand and unleashed a bit of force lightning at one of the lead ghosts again testing the water.

Kathryn Foster · Mar 27, 2020

Location: In pattern above CIS landing zone
Objective: Protect Christophsis, provide air support
Wearing: Flightsuit
Tags:

Kyyrk ,

Allya Vi'Dreya ,

Beric Layne ,

The Monster ,

Aselia Verd ,

Nyx N1X3 ,

Gat Tambor ,

Ascendant Resolve

Everything proceeded as planned. The landing crafts arrived one after the other to the planets surface and the quickly assembling landing zone and frontier headquarters. Colonel Foster and her wingman could lean back in their seats and enjoy a smooth ride in pattern above their colleagues on the ground.

“GET READY! INCOMING!”

The stressed voice of one of the squad leaders broke through on another frequency before a bright flash lit the sky up behind them. Foster swiftly turned her head around only to be awash with an electrical storm of EMP waves. The delicate instruments of the T-77 went haywire, warnings flashed and alarms gone off.

Damn it!

''Jansen, you read? Think I'm loosing my sens-''

The broadcast were cut short when everything in an instant went black in front of her. She quickly carried on with the emergency protocols and tried to switch over to a short-range comm, but without luck. She knew that the T-77 were vulnerable against EMP strikes, but even so this had to be one heck of an EMP charge. The sound of the engine suddenly died out behind her - it was going to be a hard landing.

Tyrias Aran · Mar 27, 2020

Location: In Orbit of Christophsis
Rank: Fleet Marshal
Armada: Bassadro Sector
Tag:

Ascendant Resolve
Also:

Kyyrk |

Kathryn Foster

The faint smile on the Chiss' lips vanished moments before any indication of the Adversary showed itself. The Fleet Marshall's chin lowered a fraction of an inch as she laid her arms atop the rests of her command chair. "Commander, Battlestations." As a Force Sensitive woman of her species Tyrias Aran had once had the ability to literally see the future; sadly that power had weakened -- as it did in all like her -- as she grew older. What was left, however, was more than enough to know what others might describe as unease was more than an irrational feeling or a mere hunch.

"Sir, electrical disturbances being reported from vessels orbiting the planet," the Chief Communications Officer announced loudly.

"Activate Ion Countermeasures," Aran's voice immediately sounded in reply. Plenty were passive, but some required activation as they were intrusive or energy-intensive. Others were merely different protocols, or the need to deactivate certain systems in preparation.

Her second-in-command set to work having the ship go to battle readiness and prepare for hostile contact. None of them truly understood the nature of the threat or why the Fleet Marshal's voice was loud and succinct in her orders. It spoke of danger, which they had little indication of. Then again, that's why she was in command; they carried out their duties as they'd been instructed and were mindful of the dangers that were swiftly approaching.

As the storm swarmed the region of space surrounding the planet, various officers announced urgent reports from their stations. Ship status. Sensor readings. Confirmation of the hyperdrive signal of a ship that had suddenly appeared with or following the obscuring mist. The suddenness of the turn was as Tyrias feared. Whoever opposed them in this had polished their methods and means with time. Even still, this knowledge and the strength of the enemy's tactics did manage one thing already... it brought the smile back to the Chiss' lips while her eyes glowed intently at the obscured windows before her.

"Focus sensors on the enemy vessel. Monitor for hostile projectiles inbound," their Captain ordered, anxious to learn about such a foe. "Send word to Command that we have engaged the enemy."

"Sir," the Chief called out while the Commander hovered near the Sensor officers in search of an attack. "We're unable to raise Command. Communications appear to be out."

It would explain why no call for help came from the victimized worlds. "Reestablish."

"Aye, sir."

If they failed it wouldn't be held against them. Unless it was discovered later something well within their reach had been overlooked, of course.

Commander Jamieson turned his head around to look back at Aran. "Enemy vessel is firing!"

"Electromagnetic interference, sir!"

"Engines losing thrust."

"Generators straining to maintain integrity!"

The bright glow of their engines dimmed and brightened in waves as their Engineering crew and the ship itself fought to weather the enemy's assault.

Once the systems were stabilized, word rose that the enemy vessel appeared to be gone. Tyrias found that an interesting, but effective strategy if true. The opportunity to strike was short lived; they came, accomplished their objectives, and moved on. Efficient. However, she was curious what their next move would be. The previous world had been bereft of survivors or corpses... How would they extract so many people? Or was this an adaptation now that the Confederacy had ships in orbit? Adaptation would prove the enemy was intelligent and not merely fortunate to have never come a more capable adversary.

"Have all stations report in. I want a full appraisal of the effect of that weapon on the ship. Comms, keep trying to raise anyone in the system until you get through. We were not the only ones affected by a weapon of that magnitude." First order of business was making sure they were secure, then they could check on those below.

Kyyrk · Mar 29, 2020

T A K E N

Tag:

Tyrias Aran

As the man approached him, Voph's blade was already raised to strike. But something froze him in his tracks. The Harvest begins anew. Voph froze, an image flashing through his mind. Pain. Suffering. Death. Voph stumbled back, shaking his head violently, as if trying to rid himself of the vision. For all intents and purposes, he seemed dazed. His lightsaber fell from his hand, and he desperately reached for his comlink. "Anyone....anyone in range...I'm..."

Another violent spasm shook his body. He could feel something growing inside him. Not that his ability to finish his plea for help would have mattered. The line was dead. Voph could feel the Force beginning to surge through him. A presence was within him that was not his own. Another flash of horror, and a face, leaning over him. Smiling. A wicked, cruel smile. Voph could feel her influence in his mind. But by now it was too late. He belonged to her.

The Harvest begins anew.

Voph sank to his knees, hands shaking as he attempted to wrest control away from his attacker. But it was too late. Voph felt stronger, more energized, than he had in some time. And he watched, the horror apparent on his face as the man before him raised his arms to the heavens, welcoming his salvation. Then, just as had happened on Ziost all those years ago, the man faded into nothing. A dusting of ash the only indication he had even stood before Voph mere moments ago. Voph's head bowed as the horror consumed him. So this was how it happened.

He struggled to push himself to his feet, desperately calling out through the Force. Allya was here. As was Beric. It was imperative that they hear him. Voph couldn't stop it. Try and strain as he might, the miasma of Force Drain erupted from his body, spreading through out the city. The Spirits were a distraction. The attackers had need of only one weapon. And the Confederacy had gladly provided it.

I can't stop it. Defend them. I can't stop it.

Perhaps the other Knights would hear in time to be able to muster a defense. Perhaps they would not. But as Voph struggled to contain the power spilling forth from his being, a sudden moment of clarity struck him.

The people of Raider's Cove hadn't been taken.

Nor had the people of Nar Shadda.

He couldn't stop it. And as he strained against the involuntary destruction, Voph began to lose consciousness. It was up to the Confederacy to stop him now.

The Monster · Mar 29, 2020

The sensors would flash wildly on the ship as Clarke saw a cascade of warnings and multiple systems reporting massive disturbances. The Aegis pulled sharply to bring its guns to bear as Clarke issued orders like a man possessed.

"Helm come about 60 degrees port, 30 degrees dive, rotate vessel 20 degrees counter. Gunners ready port side weapons for broadside, ready Ion rounds, starboard side load AP. Engineering divert power to weapons and shields! Echo teams get me a readout on that ship and provide targets for gunnery crews! Comm relay to Sergei to prep for boarding actions on enemy vessels! GUNNERS FIRE ON MY COMMAND!"

The Electronic Warfare teams then yelled a response across the bridge.

"Sir! Incoming Electromagnetic Blast! Brace!"

The ship would be rocked as the wave shook through the vessel, the structure of the vessel shrugging off the hit, and thankfully their EMP shielding holding as it directed the charge elsewhere to the ship, protecting key and vital systems. The turrets on the vessel seemed to slow momentarily before regaining speed and locking into place for a port side broadside on the enemy vessel. And as Clarke was readying his command, the vessel suddenly disappeared, and in rage Clarke slammed his fist into the chair.

"BLAST!" He yelled in blood curdling rage.

However that wasn't the worst of their issues, reports began flooding in as ships started going down, and Comms reported that the other vessel in orbit was having technical issues from the EMP wave. Clarke immediately regained composure and began issuing new orders.

"Echo Teams plot crash courses of those fighters, have Sergei's ground teams intercept and recover the pilots. Helm, make for the other friendly vessel in orbit, Comms get Ryan Alphonse on the line as we're about to jump start a ship's reactor that's about twice our size and I need that problem solved. Also hail that vessel and get the message through. Gunnery crews, prep to load drop pods and once targeting data is received from Echo Teams, fire when ready. Get Sergei on the line and have him prep for Atmospheric entry and ground combat missions. Let's go people this fight has just begun!"

The Aegis made the necessary course corrections as it made for the nearby vessel, sending a direct message from the Comms officer to

Tyrias Aran .

"Friendly vessel this is the Aegis, we are moving to support recovery of your vessel, stand by as our engineer works a solve to get your vessel back in the fight!"

MEANWHILE IN THE TROOP BAY

Sergei could hear everything happening on the bridge with his direct audio links provided to his helmet. The ship had mysteriously fired and then disappeared, but the blast was having far reaching effects, even for vessels in space. He cursed loudly as he started walking to the troop bay of the Aegis, as he entered he spoke loudly through his helmet speakers for all to hear.

"Attention wolves! The enemy vessel has fled the system, but not before firing an EMP weapon that's disabled a lot of electronics and fighters on the ground! Our mission is to safeguard the pilots, bring them back to friendly lines, and begin ground combat operations against the enemy forces deployed! ALL WOLVES TO YOUR PODS! PREPARE FOR CLOSE QUARTERS! HOLD NOTHING BACK! SEIZE YOUR GLORY!"

"HOOAH!" Was the resounding roar from every man and woman present in the bay, and with a frenzied energy each nearly ran to their pod, situating weapons and ammo before pressing a button to seal the door and cycle the pod through the belt at the far end of the bay. Sergei himself ran to a pod and after double checking his MAAWS and Jackal were set, and his backpack was secure, he stepped in and pressed the button to seal his own pod. The pod door slid over top and locked in place with a hiss and clang of the bolts being turned into place. His suit recognized the negative pressure outside the helmet and swapped to his internal supply of air, noting that it would be more than enough for the trip. With that his pod traveled through the ammo conveyor system, before being cycled into one of the turrets of the ship. The gunner turned the gun ground side, and after getting the shooting solution from the EW team, pulled the trigger on his weapon station. In atmosphere the blast of the weapon would have been massive as the ship hurled a 80 centimeter diameter, 3 meter long cylinder at speeds relative to Mach 2 in a ridiculous bout of extreme acceleration on the part of the person riding inside. Sergei was thankful that he and the others went through training, and the shock gel built into these pods took some of the force off them initially, if only just a little, as otherwise he felt like his gut would slam up through his head. A holographic display opened before him as he saw his current pod's track, the other pods around him, and the LZ. He rode out the initial acceleration, and using small twitches of his fingers on the holographic controls made slight adjustments to his flight path to adjust to the way the clouds were moving, which would hopefully offset some of the wind resistance blowing him off course. As his pod entered atmosphere, Sergei could finally hear the wind outside the pod, and he could feel as some of the heat started building due to reentry. The inside of his pod began to shake as the first squad was now in the atmosphere, and falling fast. Sergei looked at his altimeter readings, and silently counted down as he watched the altimeter also do the same.

45, 44, 43, 42, 41, 40, 39, 38, 37- The pod shook as the drag chute deployed, and caused the pod to decelerate further, decreasing its terminal velocity as all the maneuvering thrusters fired in the forward facing arc to forcefully slow the pod as much as it could before impact. Sergei however didn't see a key problem as he was coming down. His pod moved just enough off course that-

WHAM!

The pod rocked violently as it slammed through a rooftop, ricocheting off the building causing it to hit the ground at an angle. The pod then skipped like a rock and rolled end over end as it flew down the street and slammed into another building to finally end its landing. Sergei was breathing hard from the sudden G's on his body, but however thanked the gods above that the pod had done its job in protecting him, the shock gel dissipating enough of the impacts and the pods construction forcing the passengers to be in a relaxed and not stiff posture to better absorb sudden impacts. All Sergei had to do was simply shaking the dizziness out of his head, and punch the door release. With a bang the explosive bolts flung the thinner metal away from the pod, allowing Sergei to step out and get a view of what was around him. He didn't waste any time though as he grabbed his weapons and pack, beginning to scan for his objective as he let his HUD initialize and get him tracking data from the target and his nearby squad.

Kyyrk

Kathryn Foster · Mar 29, 2020

Location: In pattern above CIS landing zone
Objective: Protect Christophsis, provide air support
Wearing: Flightsuit
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Ascendant Resolve

When all systems went down because of the EMP blast, the only thing they both could hear was the black birds razor sharp shape cutting through the Christophsis wind. Adding to it was their breathing through the oxygen masks. Colonel Foster threw a glance out of the canopy and onto Jansen who seemed to be following her lead as they soared through the sky with a steady descent. Because of the T-77s vulnerability to EMP blasts, it was the most common and also crucial emergency procedure its pilots were trained in.

It was not an expression of fright that filled the colonels eyes and face behind the mask, but rather that of complete focus and concentration. Feeling sure that Jansen continued to follow, as they have trained in the simulator, she gained visual contact with a fairly flat strip of ground a couple of clicks outside of the nearest large settlement. She had to do this. She had to bring Jansen down safely too. Nothing else was expected of her, atleast that was what she demanded of herself.

The flat strip of land came closer and closer, the landing gear used its own weight to drop in place and lock with deep clack underneath her. Steady now...

With some struggle to the joystick, the landing gear hit the firm ground with a slam and stirred up some dust behind the T-77. Not as much to make the landing for Jansen much more difficult, though. The T-77 plowed through and she could steer the ship to the side mechanicaly just in case Jansen would not be able to stop behind her. A loud sigh left Kathryn as she leant back in the chair, relaxing all of the muscles that had been on edge throughout the emergency landing. She popped the oxygen mask off to the side and tried to regain herself some. It was like a stone fell off her chest when she heard the other T-77 land and finally stopped behind her. They both were alright, and a smile emerged itself on her lips.

After a second of catching her breath, she unbuckled herself and lifted the canopy up by hand. She slid down the base of the wing and onto the ground with a thud. Jansen were getting out of his and she picked up a holoprojector from the flightsuit and sent out an emergency transmit.

''CIS battle command, this is colonel Foster and captain Jansen reporting in. We've been shot down by what we believe was an EMP blast. Our statuses is code green after the little emergency landing we had to make. Transmitting our coordinates and requesting pick-up...'' she said and punched a button to transmit the coordinates to the command ship and all nearby friendly forces.

Tyrias Aran · Apr 2, 2020

Location: In Orbit of Christophsis
Rank: Fleet Marshal
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