First Order: A Land After Time [Dominion of G'Rho]

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: II
Objective: Operation Hardline.

Rexus Wenck eyed the general, and nodded, him and the boys would smash in and support the Ren and the White Wolves commander as they breached the mine. Cool, cool, cool. "Sounds good bossman." Rexus said, his voice wasn't really with it. Mine shafts? What if the enemy had thermal detonators? What if they collapsed the mines shafts after them? The stormtrooper could think of no worse a death than being trapped in a mine shaft, slowly choking to death on their own carbon dioxide. Slowly drifting into the void of unconsciousness, unable to escape. Unable to breathe... Karking hell, why did he always get these sorts of missions?

The stormtrooper paused to consider the Ren, and their questions, which made Rexus consider one of his own, "Um, boss, sorry, just one last quick one." The stormtrooper captain began, "How will we know what this space lizard looks like?" Rexus asked, "I remember when we were killing the karkers on Skye, they," he paused, "They all looked the fething same." The stormtrooper said, "How will we know if he, or she mind you comes to us?" He asked, "We could shoot the bastard dead, and we mightn't even know."

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"].

 

[Samka Derith]

Post 2​

Objective 1​

Immediate Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"] & [member="Zmej Ren"]​

Operational Allies: [member="Kad Forgrin"] & [member="Jaina Ventor"]​

Samka nodded along with the words of [member="Zmej Ren"] as she followed the taller woman out of the ship. "You make sense but let us have patience. Our first act is to seal off avenues of escape. That way we ensure no message gets out and there are no survivors." She added the last part to sooth the Ren's blood-lust. "Which will mean the hanger controls are our first target to completely shut this place down. Or do you suggest a delay in our primary objective? Baring in mind there are others are counting on us to fulfil our mission swiftly?" She gazed intensely back at the Disciple. Though Sam could not see her face, she could see through her with the Force regardless. She was measuring the girl up, testing her reactions, so she could get to know the mentality behind one of the newer faces in their Order.

"I hope you're ready," Sam turned to [member="Mishel Ren"]. "Be prepared for the enemy to strike at any moment and be prepared to kill them for it."

While she was speaking to the least experienced of the trio, Zmej had returned with one of the P'w'eck slave caste in her grasp. It struggled pathetically against her telekinetic grip but to no avail. Sam raised an eyebrow slightly as Zmej's words sounded rather close to an order but she allowed it to slide. "Translation?" She broke into a sneer, "It doesn't even need to speak."

Extending an open palm towards the tiny creature, she found very little in the way of mental barriers and easily snatched memories from the slave. Sifting through the P'w'eck's mind until she acquired the information they needed.

"There's a central elevator in the Hangers which would take us up the control tower if that's where we desire," Sam said flatly as the saurian creature continued to flail against her assault. "Alternatively, the armoury is a sealed location several corridors away while the command centre lies in, well, the centre of the facility."

She paused. Sam had been speaking with Zmej this entire time but there was no reason Mishel couldn't speak up, even if the girl lacked experience it might be good to see what insight she offered and how the teenager's mind was working in this scenario. So Samka looked between both Disciples as she posed her question, "Thoughts?"

 

[Hansen]

Agent Totallex
G'Rho, Raid Camp
Objective: #1

After a brief struggle the creature collapses across Jaina's boots and the Shadowtrooper slams a closed fist against the door's control. It recedes into the wall and reveals a Wookie and proud looking Saurian biped with broad snout and sinewy arms. Agent Totallex launches forth with blade in hand. The seated Wookie releases a blood-curdling rage-filled roar as he rises from a seated position and swings a bow caster towards the door. Gallows' repeating blaster whistles a short chorus and the lumbering beast doubles over with a whimper. Jaina's Vibroblade buries deep inside the Saurian, the Shadowtrooper pushes with a grunt towards the balcony to the in vain talon clawing and teeth gnashing protest of this officer. Weakly it clings to life with its heart pierced. "The Alliance sends its' regards." Jaina taunts while conveying a deception the skulls commonly delivered to their enemies while cloaked; To confuse and confound, Jaina forces the tall creature against the railing.

Wrapping its sinewy arms around Jaina defiantly and pulling the cloaked Human closer he whispers a dark retort. "You will leave with me." Heaving the both of them towards the railing, Jaina feels her feet rise off of the floor and her first instinct is to thrust her vibroblade deeper before pushing heels against the large creature's gut in a struggle. Jaina's strength is unable to contend with that of this Saurian, left-hand snatches out for something to cling to while she releases a frightened scream and plea. "Gallows!" The titular trooper rushes forward and with levers the rifle onto the Saurian's head and squeezes his trigger once. He topples over the railing but not before almost taking Agent Totallex with him. Jaina is left cloaked albeit dangling from the railing but with one hand to keep her from Death. The Officer plunges into a shallow fountain object and Jaina watches this with widened eyes. The water taunts and her deepest fear rises, Jaina flings around with a frightened yelp. She clasps at the railing with both hands desperately at the balcony railing. "Gallows!" Jaina groans and dares chance a glare back over the shoulder down at the water that waits for her, legs kick at it and the trained Shadowtrooper sobs uncontrollably.

Gallows darts forward and clasps both of his powerful fists around Ventor's forearms and near effortlessly hauls her and the weight of her armour back to safety over the limestone balcony rails. Jaina collapses onto the stone, shivering in shock with knees against breast. The sound of Saurians growl and sneer rises all throughout the base; With their suspicion roused it would not take too long for their position to be compromised. Gallows does what needs to be done. "Nomad actual this is Skull three, Breach, Breach, Breach. Out." Gallows peers out between the rails and notes two new figures descending from a ship that had just arrived on a landing pad. What were they doing here? Were they First Order, Civilians, Mercenaries? He cannot tell, although he would act regardless. Pulling the Detonator from Ventor's belt without so much as asking for permission he depresses the trigger with a 'bleep'. Beside the new arrivals on a landing pad. Saurian transports of a Foreign make will explode in a terrific display or explosive ordnance detonation. And send a powerful shockwave throughout the base's parade ground and ground level. Mairon and Tek breach the steel door and push through the base's wall from the cleared checkpoint following the explosion, they fire their blasters; Immediately engaging their foe.

[member="Kad Forgrin"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Mishel Ren"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Obj I
Post II
Callsign < Nomad Actual >

Kad didn't wait for skull unit to say breach for the third time. Fireteam Nomad had been waiting already for quite some time. Impatiently he pressed the button and the charge detonated creating an opening for the shock troopers to move in. In an echelon formation, the file of men advanced through. Their boots echoing through the steel hallway and soon enough they had to engage in a firefight with an enemy sentry.

The shocktroopers were quicker and better than their Saurian foe.

The sergeant activated his holomap trying to find the way to the nearest turbolift that could lead them to the upper levels and eventually to their primary objective - the control tower.

"If you didn't pay attention to it on the brief - don't get hit by their beamers." Kad warned his men. "No armor or shield works against it. Keep your head low and your body well behind cover. Or you end up as one of those." The former OS Marine pointed at a man that was used to produce energy for the Saurian extra-galactic invaders. Obnoxious but that was reality.

No one replied but instead proceeded forward.

:: Skull Three, this is Nomad Actual. We're proceeding through the northern lifts headed towards the control tower. Do you require assistance ? Over. ::

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[member="Jaina Ventor"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | Zmej Ren | Mishel Ren​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Post 3
Objective 1
[member="Samka Derith"], [member="Zmej Ren"]

Mishel had been silent, watching carefully as her sisters spoke to one another. She had yet to disembark from their transport, instead she walked toward the front of it. "How does this work?" She asked the droid whilst pointing to something like a blaster rifle, rather it was a blaster carbine with a bipod and shoulder stock. The droid gave instructions and then Mishel nodded with thanks, she turned on her heels. The brunette took in the words her sister spoke as she stepped past them, and looked up at the cameras and shot the carbine toward it. She saw another camera and shot it too, slinking the carbine over her shoulder she slipped her body up against the wall. Mishel focused through the force feeling for the patrols, they had heard her shooting and were coming in pairs. Just as the tip of one Ssi-Ruuvi's nose appeared her hand grabbed it, simultaneously she threw her lightsaber into the other while using the force to toss the first one down. Grappling its own weapon she stabbed it with the staff and grabbed her lightsaber from the ground to finish off the second one before it could grab for comms unit. She see shadows ahead they had heard the commotion, she looked up at the walls, taking a step back she jumped for the light crawled on top of its flimsy hold.

Her heart was racing but her eyes were wide, her programming was working all of which had been given to her. All that Seiger had programmed her for was coming to fruition. She watched as the Ssi-Ruuvi saw their fallen comrades and just as one turned his head she was heading down for him, his claw gripped into her arm. Mishel didn't scream, she didn't flinch all she could do was move using her lightsaber to slice through him with such savagery his scream could not be made. Her saber went through his throat, using his body she threw him into his partner. As he approached her she caught him in a force choke, when she released him he gasped for breath while she finished him off with force crush, to crush his wind pipes. "Let us go, the alarms will have been raised soon enough." She mentions while shooting out another set of cameras.

 

[Koshka Scalvez]

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As Koshka crept through the tall grass, the rough, yet feather-like grass brushed his skin. It was equivalent to tickling a human's nose, but not nearly as potent. It kind of made him giddy and frustrated at the same time. He halted and waited; his antennae twitching as he registered rustling off to the side. He lowered himself to the ground and waited patiently: one minute...two minutes. They came closer and closer and he felt glad that he had trusted his senses.

He waited with baited breath as a incredibly fast moving patrol of raptors passed all around him. He did his best to keep calm as they stepped so very close to his body constantly as they stampeded past. Eventually, they were all gone for a minute...two minutes. He lifted his head, noted that the coast was clear, and continued stalking forward. He could see smoke in the distance.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 - Darwin’s Command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: G’Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon, Surrounding a Defensive Emplacement.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 2.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon and his company slowly [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]edged[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] forward through the forest and its oppressive mist, the companies assigned to attacking the flanks split off, the mortar teams carried their precious and horrifically dangerous payload with reverence. The stormtroopers streamed forward with hunched backs and loaded blasters set for full power. Despite Pharazon and the lieutenant’s directives, all knew there would be little room for mercy in the coming battle, even the slave race of the Ssi-Ruuk, the P'w'eck, would most likely suffer many losses in the mortar barrage, and then be used as soldiers and shields in the brutal combat that had been imperiously ordained to follow. There would be blood. [/SIZE]

The mortars took their positions just behind the stormtroopers, their crews beginning to load and target the emplacements and patrol routes, with the rest of their squad members taking up hasty defensive positions around them. The rest of the company reached their positions, with only the slight rustling of the low shrubs beneath the forest canopy suggesting there was anything there but the wind, their white armour hidden within the mists.

[SIZE=11pt]“Confirm ready” came the near unanimous and uniform response from the four lieutenants of the 189th. Pharazon took a breath.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] “Fix bayonets”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] he ordered lowly over the company comm. A slight scraping and clicking sound worked its way down the line of the stormtroopers in their current crescent positions. Another breath, confirmation from the mortar teams. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]“Commence the barrage”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] came the simple, brutal command from Pharazon’s lips.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The hill shattered, the forest roared with sounds, fire engulfed several of the gun positions outright, blood, scales, metal, and earth was sent soaring. Seconds pass, the final command came. [/SIZE]The word roared from Pharazon’s mouth to be taken up in a wordless battle cry by the rest of the company as near two hundred stormtroopers burst from the treeline and stormed their way up the hill, “Charge!”

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 3
With: [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: [member="Kad Forgrin"] [member="Jaina Ventor"]


Zmej understood the importance of plugging all holes in a wasps’ nest before smoking its inhabitants. Nodding, she eagerly observed Samka at work. Even though there was not much to be seen, as the all action took place in the poor alien creature’s mind, it certainly provided Zmej with an insight into the young knight’s arsenal of powers. Telepathy wasn’t one of Zmej’s strong suits, yet the act of ripping information directly out of another’s head was just enough to get her interested. Without even needing the droid to translate, the red eyed knight revealed all useful in the captured saurian’s mind. The creature in question did not have to suffer any longer, as a flash of scarlet light ended its inferior life. It was high time to move and with the newly acquired information, any other delay would be worthy of punishment.

“Then we hit the area closest to us,” informed the plated form of Zmej Ren, visor turned in the turbolift’s direction. Indeed, storming the control tower and sealing off the hangers, thus preventing any and all escape through spacecraft seemed like the best choice. Heavy plated boots marched down the stolen shuttle’s ramp with powerful thuds, stomping on a wounded Ssi-ruu’s long neck and ending the saurian’s agonizing wait for death. Mishel was obviously eager to get the show started, and although her actions seemed to have removed much enemy presence from the hanger, Zmej knew it would be swarming with more soon. Before the alarms rang out and filled the base with their cries of alert, the deadly trio could still catch the enemy unprepared, even if the destroyed cameras served as a good enough warning something was afoot.

Perhaps the situation could be contained yet before a full blown escalation.

“We have to act quickly. To the turbolift, now.”

There was no time to lose. Intent on delaying the inevitable for as long as they could, the armoured figure rushed towards the turbolift. Driven by urgency and lust for a good fight, there was no stopping her - two P’w’ecks sent to investigate certainly stood no chance as they arrived down. Caught by surprise when Zmej’s body crashed into them, their struggle ended swiftly with two red strokes.

Efficiency ruled her movement, no dragged out motions permitted.

Stepping inside the sizable cabin clearly designed for the large Ssi-ruuk, the disciple of Ren allowed her colleagues to board as well before sending them up.

"Attack as soon as we reach the top. Do not let anyone call for help," Zmej told to Mishel, noting the brunette's destructive potential that would undoubtedly come in handy soon, "No survivors."

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective 3
Post 2

"We need to make the clearing ahead larger. There is not a lot of time, and as you can see the droids which are supposed to be doing the work are not here. Rather than oversee it, we are going to have to get our hands dirty."

Jaron smirked under his mask, the recognizable voice modified by the metallic sound which came from the voice changer in his mask. Anyone who would call himself his student would have to be familiar with all the different ways Jaron spoke. On the battlefield his mask was worn at all times, and when his commands were vocal, they came through the voice changer. Jaron preferred telepathy, but for now his energy would be reserved for the task at hand.

Walking up to a tree, Jaron placed his hand on it. His head bowed for a few seconds, and as he looked up the tree seemed to dissolve before their eyes from within. In moments the proud tree was reduced to dust. Turning Jaron looked to Kaalia.

"You will do this. Focus on the odject until you find the weakest part. Begin to unravel it with your mind from there. It's called the shatter point. Everything has a shatter point, even people. Master the skill and the uses are limitless."

 

[Hansen]

Agent Totallex
G'Rho, Raid Camp
Objective: #1

"I'm alright, I'm alright!" Jaina quickly adopts a defensive and stalwart facade and waves off Gallows who stands and shoulders his repeating blaster and sends down hails of red Blaster Bolts from the balcony with a 'ratt-tat-tat' Jaina's heaves up a powerful DLT-19x sniper rifle and levels it on a Red Saurian of great stature whistling to his confused and scattered brethren. The Agent places its long skull right between the lime crosshairs and pulls the trigger back against the rifle's frame. A shriek is followed by crimson jet splattering on the base's asphalt floor. The two Shadowtroopers remain cloaked although the source of fire from Balcony is clearly obvious. Gallows grunts aggressively between each breath as some kind of bestial challenge or taunt to the creatures.

"Nomad Actual, this is skull two, we've taken up residence in the hostile's loc, we'll provide covering fire while you enter the control tower out." Of course, this meant that Nomad's callsigns would be joining them inside the command tower. The more the merrier, Jaina inwardly hoping they could rendezvous. From here they might be able to seize total control of the base's security systems, though they needed all hands on deck right now to suppress Saurian movement below them. Mairon and Tek emerge from cover, darting forward and appear from thin-air following behind Nomad towards the Turbolifts.

"Friendlies coming out!" Mairon's voice calls out as he lowers blaster somewhat followed behind by Tek, the two ostensibly black armoured Stormtroopers emerging from their cloaked state might be something new to see for Nomad team. Tek and Mairon pivot over shoulder and unleash a barrage of red lasers upon the beasts who attempt to follow Nomad and the pair of shadow troopers.

[member="Kad Forgrin"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

The premise of their task was simple enough. "Then let's do it." [member="Jaron Lesan"] walked over to a tree, and as he laid his hand on it the tree simply crumbled into dust. It was a showcase of great power, and it intrigued Kaalia. The vocoded voice of her master explained what he did, and the woman nodded in understanding. She processed the instruction and played it out in her head as she walked over to another tree. The redhead closed her eyes, and laid her hand on it.

Kaalia felt the Force gather around her hand, a dark feeling of power surrounding it. Her mind saw the structure of the tree in front of her, and scouring through it she found a weak spot. Focussing on it, the redhead started unraveling layer after layer, slowly turning the base of the tree into dust. The rest of the tree followed, leaving a similar pile of dust that her master left. Turning such a mighty thing to nothing was a satisfying sensation, and Kaalia felt just that bit more powerful. A grin formed behind the cloth of her coat that covered her mouth. "That power... This is what the light tried to hide from me. I have many more steps to take, but without your guidance I wouldn't have gotten to this point. I cannot express my gratitude enough."

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: 1​

Post: 3​

Immediate Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"] & [member="Zmej Ren"]​

Operational Allies: [member="Jaina Ventor"] & [member="Kad Forgrin"]​

"Not the most subtle approach but I suppose we all have our own styles," Sam commented to [member="Mishel Ren"] as she stepped over the results of the teenager's handiwork. "Brutal yet effective," she nodded at Mishel. It was the first time she'd seen the girl kill and helped allay any doubts in Sam's mind.

She took wide strides towards the lift, not even bothering to ignite her lightsaber for now. Any threats that appeared were minor and the disciples could quickly deal with them so Sam didn't lift a finger, she just kept walking, entering the turbolift doors behind [member="Zmej Ren"]. Once all three Ren were on board, she casually flicked the switch with the Force from afar. "I doubt they'll be much security up there. Mostly lizards tapping at screens. But that's correct, no survivors regardless," she explained at they started their ascent.

Sam's crimson eyes remained fixed on the doors. Any moment they would open. When they did, with a a small *ping* noise, a small P'w'eck stood on the other side, drawing back in surprise. She fired a bolt of lightning from her fingertips, assisted by a kinetic push which sent the small saurian crashing into a computer console on the other side of the room.

It was a circular room with Ssi-Ruu and P'w'eck scattered around in it. Some sitting down, others standing at consoles, a few even conversing with one another. None of them looked prepared for combat. Finally switching on her blade, Samka jumped into the fray, cutting and slicing her way through the Saurians with a series of twirls and pivots resembling a dance of death. She never lingered on any, merely cut them down and moved on. For now speed was the prerogative, savouring their deaths could come later.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 - Darwin’s Command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: G’Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon, Surrounding a Defensive Emplacement.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 3.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon and his stormtroopers surged up the bare slopes of the hill toward the defensive cannon, their crescent formation assaulting the gun from three directions. Blaster fire lanced toward and from the hill, with stormtroopers and Ssi-Ruuk and their P'w'eck slaves pouring fire at each other in a desperate attempt to respectively survive the assault. Reptilians dropped smoking to the ground around their defensive lasers, scorched by the fire of dozens of blaster bolts from the vengeful Imperials. A lesser number of white clad stormtroopers were slammed to the ground dead in brutal return fire, but their advance could not be stopped, nor could they focus their fire on them all at once. Mortar rounds continued to thump into the Ssi-Ruuk emplacement, sowing chaos, death, and destruction throughout their ranks. The four platoons of stormtroopers continued their rapid advance with brutal efficiency, fully exploiting the chaos caused by the sudden attack and unrelenting mortar barrage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon shot the head off of a P’w’eck about to gun down one of the troopers of third platoon before slamming a larger Ssi-Ruuk into the abyss of death with another expertly aimed shot without breaking stride. His massive and powerful legs pumped underneath him as he charged. He need not issue any more orders, his platoons were following their plan exactly, adapting independently to any change in their particular circumstances without any need for lieutenant or captain intervention. Most of the defensive guns had, as Pharazon had expected, been immediately destroyed by expertly targeted mortar fire, but he could not suppress his pride as he watched several men and women under his command quickly and efficiently destroy or disable the last of the automated turrets through coordinated high explosive grenade launcher strikes. They had suffered losses from those guns, but at least the first stage of the assault had gone nearly perfectly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It had been under a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]minute[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and a half from the time that they had burst from the treeline to the time they had reached the boundaries of the defensive cannon. The mortar barrage had stopped, and the stormtroopers stormed through the shattered initial Ssi-Ruuk line of defence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“First and third platoon, destroy the gun, second and fourth platoon, clear the facility” Pharazon bellowed as he impaled a P’w’eck with a rather large blade that had attempted to decapitate him. There were few buildings of the compound, but after [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]they[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] had surged through the now shattered gates, the battle would be hard fought to secure the facility and then either hold fast or move on in search for more diversionary targets.[/SIZE]

The battle was certainly loud and bloody, Pharazon knew that reports of their assault would be all over this area of the planet by now, Good, it is all proceeding to plan... he thought as near two hundred stormtroopers surged into the defensive emplacement, engaging the remainders of the garrison.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 3: Darwin's Command
Post 4

Quietly, Sgt. Viramontes watched as the Corporal and his men arounded to the back of the facility. Their job was simple on paper, get in - shut the automated defenses down. Corporal Strovenko begged to differ as he and the fireteam of shield-bearers worked their way along the slope toward the outer fences. Getting to his knees he kept his body hidden within the blades of grass. "Easy," he said to his men as they prepared their blades. "Easy." He called again and watched as the patrol passed by, "go, go, go." The five men rushed past the guards sliding through the opening in the gates. Shields raised around them as they formed a tight circle.

"Main controls should be here," Strovenko mentioned as he kept his blade at the ready. The door was ajar, he tipped his blade's point to the door and slid it open with ease. The Ssi-Ruuvi ahead of him began to sniff the air, and in that moment. He struck, his blade came down along the saurian's neck and slit it, while another of his men struck it from behind. "Hide the body, and alert the Sergeant."

He adjusted the armor on his shoulders and sheathed his sword as he stood to look at the facility's blueprints. "Here, automated controls are done through three consoles, this one and these two, one to the east here, and the other on the southern end here."

"Sgt. Viramontes will get to the south," one of the privates informed Strovenko. He nodded and issued orders to three of his men to head out toward the east.

Private Jax the designated leader rounded the two other men down the hall keeping to the wall as they did so, check their corners, they spotted the patrols heading away. Knowing they'd have to deal with them eventually Jax grabbed his shield. "Bash charge on three, no shouts, just." He motioned with his shield, "one, two, three." The sounds of their boots clattering against the ground alerted the Ssi-Ruuk who were greeted with hardened duraplast to the face followed by a quick action slash and stab from the shield-bearer's blades. "Grab the bodies, we'll store'em in the control room."

Back at the main control site, Corporal Strovenko waited. "Right, looks like you and I will have to do this together." He motioned to the other man to get ready on the key. "According to this we turn and push."

Comms alerted them that Sgt. Montes and her men were in position, and without too much hesitation Private Jax reported in. On the count, they all turned and pushed to turn off the automated systems. Unbeknownst to them the silent Ssi-Ruuk alarm had been triggered and reinforcements were inbound.

Lieutenant Tarkin issued his men through to the facility, and looked behind him, "feth." Grabbing the last of his unit, "shield-bearers, we've got company - clear this facility out and use the dead saurians as cover."

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

Objective 3, Post 5

Above G'Rho, Ishana Pavanos and a squad of bombers checked their targets. "Alright, alright, alright boyles and ghouls welcome to LC Pavanos's Fun House. Here are my rules, avoid flack, don't get attacked and drop that load nice and easy. Our target today is an industrial facility that we believe, produces some technology the Ssi-Ruuk use for enteching. Now, if you don't know what that is, good - you don't want to. If you do, my condolences for your soul." Securing her mask as they dropped down from the higher atmosphere. "Lets see if Smokey over here remembers what to do." [member="Pierce Fortan III"], "yo, Smokey you got my six hope you're handlin' my escorts with ease."

Ishana volunteered to take the bomber route while she left it up to Pierce to escort her and the fiends as she called them to G'Rho to give them a nice little package. "Straight from Avalonia to you, Saurians. Some of Dosuun's finest protons." They aimed to bomb the feth out of anything they could as retribution for Avalonia's near-destruction. The Fiends, her Fiends had their Reign-type bombers painted with various names of the cities or towns around Dosuun. Bombs had carefully crafted messages to the xenos who dared come across First Order territory and even more so, had the audacity to destroy what had been built.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 2
Objective 2
Allies: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Ara Ren"]


Kyrel merely nodded at the Sith that stood before him. He thought he had sensed something from the Dark Lord that stood in front of him, but than a second later it seemed as if it was nothing, either way he could have cared less. He than thought to himself delightfully. 'At last it is time to exact vengeance upon these hopeless fools.' He stood there and almost seemed as if he was happy, but that did not outweigh the agonizing pain he felt through his prosthetics. He clenched his gloved cybernetic hands angrily allowing the pain to increase the intensity of his rage, it was building up to the point where it was as if his anger was like an animal clawing at his cage waiting to get out.

He looked at Ara who he could clearly sense that she did not like the Knight at all. Kyrel felt the feeling was mutual and if she didn't respect the mechanical monstrosity whom had shed blood and sweat, and claw his way to the position he was in today, than she would soon learn to do so. Ever since Kaeshana despite his new armor, new lightsaber, and his newfound status within the Order, he felt that he wasn't well respected within the Ren by either the Knights or even the Disciples. He had an intuition of what their thoughts of him were, they thought of him as a broken shell of who he was that nowadays wallowed in self pity and was unworthy of carrying the title "Knight of Ren". This made Kyrel angry and at this point he was far from self pity, he would fight for the respect he deserved, and so this would be the first of many missions where he would gain just that.

He snapped out of pondering only to catch the sight of Ara shaking her head, for the moment he had the thought of choking her within the inch of her life for such disrespect to an Elder Ren, but than thought it was better not to act as he stood the transport descending into the planet's atmosphere slowly at first and than rapidly, the transport bumped through the turbulence of the atmosphere but Kyrel did not move, he didn't even grab anything to hold onto he just stood there his boots firmly stuck to the floor.

The transport than touched down, and all around with his eardrums he could hear the sound of rumbling and the sounds of blaster bolts hitting the durasteel door barely making any marks. This was the moment he has been waiting for, his rage was now at it's peak and his lightsaber was unhooked from his belt. The troopers all around them checked and cocked there blasters waiting to go out to fight and die if need be in glorious battle although battles were anything but glorious.

He said to Ara his fingers on the activation button of his saber, "Be careful Sister it would be a shame if the likes of a disciple were killed by a bunch of inferior lizards." He said it almost taunting her, but his metallic tone did not show it and so just waited as his breathing was the only sound made from the inside.

Than it happened as soon as the door to the transport opened it was already a battle, troops rushed out firing blasters at the enemy. Kyrel stepped out following the Sith Lord and activating his saber. The crimson blade ignited with a Snap-hiss and he walked slowly stepping over a couple of corpses of stormtroopers. He raised his saber to deflect the shots with relative ease, advancing slowly as he heard nothing but orders being shouted and blaster fire, determined to find the objective and carrying it out.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 1, Objective 3

Pierce was studying his instrument panel carefully when [member="Ishana Pavanos"]' voice came over the channel. He knew what enteching was; his own cousin had been enteched during the Ssi-Ruuk's aborted invasion into the First Order. He had not been terribly fond of Decima Fortan; she had a mean streak in her that Pierce found slightly off-putting, and the fact that she used her blood and lineage as a cudgel against his other cousin, Natasi, had been difficult to accept. Still, no one deserved the hideously painful process that was enteching. From what little Pierce understood of the procedure, the Ssi-Ruu claimed it was a liberation of the soul, but the screams...

The screams told a different story.

"Affirmative, Songbird, fear not. I do know how to escort some glacially-paced bombers."

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Objective 1
Post 6

Kill Everything. Sister [member="Zmej Ren"] instructed, rather she had said to leave no survivors. Mishel paced the lift, her lightsaber in hand, finger running over the activation button. There was something almost animalistic about what was brewing within her and Mishel wanted to control it. Reel it in, a hand over her helmet as she rotated her shoulders. Turning to face the doors as the lift halted, and as it chimed - the doors went open and Mishel launched out with a force jump. Her lightsaber struck the first saurian she laid eyes on, she followed this up with a force fire spread, a fifteen foot cone setting fire to the saurians who dared to come near her.

The first one slashed his claws against her armor, peeling part of it off. Mishel roared with anguish turning she sliced his arm off with her lightsaber and followed it up with her right boot connecting with his face. Blaster fire came her way and she decided to lightsaber toss, releasing the hilt to have it boomerang around, a second and third saurian who were not dealing with fire on their bodies grabbed at the disciple.

Their claws dug into the armor. A fourth bull charged her into the column behind them all. Her head banged within the helmet. With no hand to return to her lightsaber clattered on the ground. A fifth saurian lept on top of the pile his teeth clamping down on the black helmet, she could hear it crack. Her arms were still held by the other two, Mishel focused her pain. Each bite, each pull and each puncture wound fed into the cloak of pain that she bore until she converted it into power.

Within moments all five of the Saurian's retreated feeling the burns on their scales. Mishel summoned her lightsaber to her hand, but the girl could barely stand. One of them shook off the burn and charged her. She barely had time to react a lightsaber pierced through his mouth while another Saurian clamped down on her hand, ripping it off in one singular motion.

[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: 3 - Darwin’s Command.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: G’Rho - Drop Zone: Avalon, Inside a soon to be former defensive emplacement.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 4.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The saurians had been unprepared, they had been complacent, they had not thought the Imperials bold enough to strike them within their own sacred space. They had been wrong, and they had been destroyed. Fighting raged within the compound surrounding the anti-ship gun emplacement, explosions and blaster fire rocked the buildings, screeching and roaring filled the air. The stench of iron and brimstone permeated the lungs of saurian and imperial alike as they blasted, grappled, ripped, and tore at each other. Saurians fell by the score to the vengeful blades of the spectral stormtroopers, the fires of Avalonia reflected in their grim and implacable face plates, in their wordless warcries to the lost. Stormtrooper’s bodies were shattered by massive Ssi-Ruuk, torn apart by vicious talons or borne to the ground by skittering P’w’eck and eviscerated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon struggled with a large and powerful saurian. He stared the xenos directly in the eyes as they matched strength for strength, power to power. The alien was massive, powerful, approximately the same size of Pharazon but certainly weighing more than the human. It did not save it. Pharazon not only had great strength for a human, but he knew how to exert it properly, efficiently, and brutally. In a swift motion, Pharazon slammed his helmet into the warrior’s snout, shattering bone and crunching teeth and slammed the alien to the ground, pushing his whole body forward against the grip he had in the instant that the Ssi-Ruuk had been [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]disorientated[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. That was all Pharazon needed. The alien roared in defiance into Pharazon’s face in the moment it took him to get the muzzle of his blaster over the warrior’s chest and vaporise it. [/SIZE]As he quickly rose to his feet and resumed his place in the orderly formation of fourth platoon, inexorably advancing along with second platoon, metre by metre, building by building, saurian by saurian. Then the cannon exploded.

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir, the whole thing is coming down, we tried to control it but the Ssi-Ruuk forced our hands” came the concerned and rapid report by Lieutenant Solarus, still formal in his wording even in his obvious fear for himself and his troopers. Pharazon considered for a instant while in cover behind one of the buildings, he could see explosions racking the cannon, stormtroopers and saurians alike streaming and fighting on their way out of it. There was only one order Pharazon could give.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“All platoons, withdraw to the southern gate, fortify in the ruins and craters[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] there, when the thing has dropped we continue mop up”[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Pharazon said to all troopers, coldly and calmly, not needing to specifically respond to Solarus, he was intelligent and knew what to do. As the explosions grew in intensity the 189th company surged away from the cannon toward points to the south, not an inconsiderable distance away from the cannon given the size of the hilltop base.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It exploded in a magnificent yet terrifying and booming explosion, gasses, shrapnel, and smoke plumed into the sky as the molten and glowing husk of the great barrel fell into the base. It fell to the west and crushed several [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]ammunition[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] huts and power rooms, causing additional explosions. The stormtroopers and surviving Ssi-Ruuk huddled in [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]craters[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as the cataclysm came to an end over a [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]minute[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] or so. When the rubble had settled, Pharazon gave no time for anyone to recover.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“All platoons advance, lets be about them with straight silver for Avalonia!” Pharazon ordered and roared, leading the way through the fire and smoke toward the last ragged defenders, there would be no survivors, Pharazon knew that. He did not care. [/SIZE]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: G’rho
Objective: 1
Post: 4
Allies: [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: [member="Kad Forgrin"] [member="Jaina Ventor"]


Not many beings stood a chance against several trained and lightsaber wielding Force sensitives, especially if said beings possessed no effective means of defending themselves. Rifles posed little threat to lightsabers unless employed in overwhelming numbers, claws and melee weapons did even worse. With the nearest lizard person charging at Zmej, the teenage disciple simple lifted her plasma blade. A terrible scream followed as the attacker’s clawed hand fell apart, leaving a smoking stub. Using her chance to finish the unfortunate and foolish saurian, the young Ren flashed blood red and ended the opponent’s existence. Before the two sacks of fresh meat even hit the ground with a wet thud, she was upon another. The Force provided an excellent tool for incapacitation – just as the farthest P’w’eck made a desperate attempt at sounding the alarm, its claw almost touching the wall-attached device, an invisible grip squeezed its neck and forced the alien to stop in its endeavours.

Samka and Mishel have attracted the most attention, already ripping through the enemy ranks. Truly, the last one to leave the turbolift, Zmej did not find herself in the midst of angry saurians. Swiftly, still holding the P’w’eck’s neck hostage and squeezing the life out of it, she dove towards Mishel. Zero hesitation chained her back – Zmej charged the surviving lizards, intent on killing the deadly pressure currently threatening the brunette. Once more, the plated figure opted to crash into the oversized lizard responsible for Mishel’s injuries. The impact was more than enough to force the animal-like alien away, staggering it. That was enough of an opportunity for Zmej to abuse. Pivoting on her heel, she brought her blade around in a wild, powerful slash that sent the alien’s head rolling down. With Mishel in her back, the armour clad Ren presented a wall none could pass, acting as her sister’s shield. By the time Zmej raised her hands again for another strike, the remaining opponents were already upon her. One deadly talon screeched against her chest plate, another kissed her thigh.

Aware of her armour’s strengths and weaknesses, the phrik encased blonde focused on defending her vulnerable sport while razor-shard claws fruitlessly pounded the plates. This tactic meant the end of another large saurian – suddenly launching a counter attack, Zmej delivered a fatal impalement straight into its forehead, sending it to the ground.

A toothed jaw suddenly seized the Ren’s weapon arm. Unprepared for that, the disciple looked at her attacker when two blaster bolts splashed against her armour. A confused glance darted left and right, looking at the well-coordinated duo of enemies. The initial shock and surprise lasted only for a second. Wearing a nasty grin, the armoured Ren reached out through the Force, summoning the attacker’s weapon into her hand. It was quite comical to see, all the more enjoyable when Zmej found the realization of impending death in both her opponents’ eyes. Three quick moves of her thumb marked three blaster bolts sinking into the freshly disarmed lizard. As for the one still biting her arm, the P’w’eck soon found the weapon’s barrel pressed against its forehead.

One pull of the trigger and it was over.