Fondorian Fulcrum [First Order Dominion of Fondor [Hex P-33]

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Objective 2 > Treat wounded |​

| Location: Attempted bombing site |​

As she neared both [member="Luther Ando"] and [member="TK-0023"], Aes'ona overheard something about an air strike from the latter. A bombing to solve the threat of another bombing? That seemed more than a little counterproductive. Of course, she wasn't planning to say anything to either of them. Advising wasn't her prerogative per se for this mission and she didn't want to overstep her bounds.

So when Luther replied, Aes'ona found herself relieved that he thought Lothia's proposed course of action was uncalled for as well, though maybe not for the same exact reasons.

She was still a ways away when Luther began heading towards a FOSB transport, and so she redirected her path as well. Bracing her hands on either side of the open door, she helped herself up and into the vehicle, an effective but clearly unpracticed motion. She had been spoiled by working so long in a naval medbay.

"Understood, Agent," she affirmed after receiving her orders. "Thank you." She began to turn out of the transport, but stopped herself to add a quick, "Be careful." She was going to continue on, something about how she didn't want to drag him out in a body bag, but she stopped herself. Too morbid a thought to be used as a motivator.

With that, she left the transport for another ambulance that was pulling up. A paramedic helped her up this time. In the back, she began restocking her medkit in preparation of what was to come.

 

[The Major]

Agent Reila Krakower
Callsign Gael, in motion to target
Space over Fondor, working with the FIV Anastasia
Objective 3: Joyride
Morale: Low (Nervous)
Near: [member="FN-2499"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"]
Enemies: [member="The Dragon"]

Okay, maybe this operation wouldn’t be so bad. They had Captain Von Strauss, capable and cool under the strain of giving chase, they had the numbers to thwart any silly enough to make a run with the now rogue Star Destroyer, and they had the black clad troopers of the Special Forces’ Bravo Team to make quick work of the bold enemy. Agent R.K. could almost sense a trace amount of hope entering her veins at the quick and concise manner.

Then the rogue target started firing upon them as the reinforcements drew close, and suddenly the dropship of Callsign Gael was shaking as shields worked to repel the worst brunt of the defensive blasts. The FOSB agent nearly doubled over and puked right at the spot, but training held back that embarrassment. Instead, she opened up her comms and shrilled in distress to the nearby flight of supporting TIEs.

::!FORM UP AND CARVE US A PATH ABOARD!::​

The more experienced troopers in the dropship hunkered down and made use of the handholds, but the Agent in Command was sent toppling to the deck when a direct hit knocked her from her seat. Emergency lighting snapped on after a brief plunge into darkness and one could hear various parts of the boat peeling off as wrecked armor plucked off into the freezing void of space.

Outside the assault boat, the capable pilots of Tie Bomber Group Zwei made good on the orders and made a defensive screen for the beleaguered boat, occasionally suffering a casualty when a well placed shot melted away an otherwise deft piece of spaceworthy engineering.

As Callsign Gael managed to get on the flank of the escaping Star Destroyer, they turned in on an order and opened a small hole in the vessel using their various tools of persuasion, punching a space past the armor plate sufficient enough for the dropship to roughly manage to enter. Unfortunately, flames began to overtake the cockpit, and the boat instead collided into the breach rather than manage a more deft entry. No doubt, some aboard were killed.

When the Agent regained consciousness, she noticed a few other troopers using cutting tools to rip open a path into the adjacent hallway. Dazed, she confirmed her status and location with the Battlenet, and clicked off the safety of her standard issue blaster rifle.

Luckily for the assault group, all were equipped in airtight suits with some measure of oxygen tank, so the hallways bereft of air aboard wouldn’t be an issue… for long...

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor |TCB-42 Infiltration Droid "Spot"
Location: Zone 5, 23th Service Hatch (Heading Towards)
Allies: Order of Ren

Objective IV: Hunting the Rouge Ren​

The steam continued to give his armor the tiring job of keeping Seto cool, even as he continued to explore the new corridor opened up to him, the heat around the pipes only continued to raise the temperature around him. Steam discharged around him, and his droid floated ahead to scout and scan for any signs of life or further tampered computers or terminals. All in all, Seto had found it a tad mundane, perhaps that had been the idea behind the rogue Ren to disguise their hideout. Perhaps the tampering had been cause by someone else, and maybe the faint trail of the Force had been caused by some local worker who hadn't yet realized their own latent Force abilities.

Honestly, if Seto had not been the one to personally sense and distinguish the trails he had felt, he might have relented and given in to those arguments if someone else had done this search. Though while this thought nagged the young Du Couteau heir, he grew further certain that this had all been a rather elaborate disguise.

What if this whole area was the disguise and their real hideout was located somewhere else? The thought gave Seto pause, as he stood there he frowned and dashed away the concern. Even if this place had been only designed to throw off the hunt for the real hideout, Seto asserted that there were someone here and even if his hunt proved fruitless, he would certainly grab himself a prisoner.

With a silent warning, his droid moved away and through several pipes, Seto continued his pace ahead but tensed his hands as the clenched into a fist. A single life form had been detected and it appeared that it was about to head deeper downwards through another service hatch. With out uttering a sound, Seto sprinted forward, he hid his Force presence tremendously and bulled forward. First catch of the day.

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Objective III
Location: FIV Anastasia, In orbit of Fondor
Allies: [member="The Major"] | [member="FN-2499"]
Enemies: [member="The Dragon"]

"Captain Von Strauss, the Tirpitz and the Hipper, are reporting that some of the pods are empty, while others have personnel." The LtC. said to Karl. Karl scratched his chin with his gloved hand. Now with the emersion of the empty pods, this was an obvious ply to get Karl to waste manpower, which he had done. Yet, he only wasted two frigates, he still had three destroyers, a frigate, and the Vanguard, all of which were firing on the rogue destroyer. Once he saw dropship Gael crash into the destroyer he pressed a button on his command chair. "All ships, focus fire on the engines of the destroyer. Most likely whomever the leader of this rebel cell is, is not idiotic enough to leave his engines undefended, therefore the shields are probably focused on their rear, and once we break through his shield decrease weapon power to seventy percent as not to hurt any of the B." As Karl concluded his statement, his XO turned around. "Sir? Did you just complement our enemy?" Karl looked at him, and said, "Yes I did, if you always think your enemy is below you, you'll end up like Piett on the Executor, the fool. There's a little history for you." Karl's XO had his eyebrows raised, as if some knowledgeable light was shed upon him. The XO turned around and as he did so, the impressive firepower of Captain Von Strauss' task force focused on the engines and rear of the ship. Karl also ordered the TIE bomber groups to attack the bridge of the destroyer, which they did.

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Spoiler

MOST ENGAGING: Rogue Star Destroyer | The Dragonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19671-the-dragon/

Imperial-X II Class Star Destroyers (x)
FIV Anastasia
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


FIV Belle
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK



FIV White
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 1 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


Sabre Class Escort Frigates (x)
FIV Tirpitz
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Currently Saving Escape Pods

FIV Bismarck II
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%


FIV Hipper
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Currently Saving Escape Pods


Vanguard Class Carrier (x)
FIV Zahn
Shield/Hull: 100%/100%
Hangar: 0 FO-TIE/D | 2 TIE/fo MkIII | 1 TIE/FO-SK


TIE Bomber Group Eins
x3 TIE/FO MkIII (x)
x6 TIE/FO-SK (x)

TIE Bomber Group Zwei (Full autonomy to the betterment of Dropship Gael)
x2 FO-TIE/D (x)
x2 TIE/fo MkIII
x3 TIE/FO-SK

 

[The Dragon]

Objective III
[member="The Major"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

---

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"There's a breach on one of the levels."

"Rear shields have been dropped?"

"Naw, Boss Man, a dropship caught up to us somehow!"

There was a grumbling and a shake of his head. At this point they had maintained long range weapons distance with the chasing Destroyers. So it was unlikely that they'd take down the shields, at least at the rate that they were shooting out escape pods. They were close to the last one at this point, only a handful were left according to the counter on his datapad.

They're sending them to their deaths.

"Are the coordinates inputted?"

"Yeah, Chief, we got 'em."

"Good, fire off the last pod."

As he walked along the observation deck with his trio of mercenaries, he stopped as he saw an explosion erupt. He didn't see what it was, but it was around that time anyway. There were empty pods, that much was true, but underneath cushions, embedded in the walls and even the floor, were explosive devices over varying types. But they were all timed, and whether they were collected or not, many of the escape pods that were deployed first were beginning to explode.

"We'll bring the First Order to a new and better future," he says, nodding outside the viewport. "We'll have to make multiple bangs that are big enough to bring them all with us... But, I think we can do it," he says. "We're not a conventional enemy," he says before continuing on his way.

"Last pod deployed, Sir. Your detonator trigger is activated now."

"Thank you. Lower the shields slightly, let them think they're doing something."

 

[Eisenweber]

TK-0023 "Lothia"
Fondor Surface, Near Parliament, Checkpoint Aurek
[SIZE=9pt]Nearby:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: II - Bomb Threat[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Lothia is stunned into silence by Mysterious' question mainly because the suggestion's deep impulsiveness and the potential for wanton destruction that might be leveraged upon Citizens sinks deeply into her soul, immediately she regrets raising the idea and utters something that Luther might have suspected was outside her vocabulary. "Sorry, just trying to keep my men safe." The shock of offering an apology is not lost upon Lothia's tone who was nigh taken physically aback by the potential ramifications of dropping artillery on an industrial warehouse that may or may not have contained noncombatants; unlawful targets. "I'll have second and third platoon's Commanders form a cordon on the connecting streets and ensure that no traffic gets in or out."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pausing for a moment the Stormtrooper Master Sergeant felt rather humbled by the Agent's humitarian concern for Noncombatants and softened her tone and treatment of the man atleast for now it would seem. "I'll have a Fireteam from First Platoon's Two Section join us in breaching the warehouse. I'd prefer we ingress on the bottom floor as that'll likely be where any munitions are located and will permit us to trap any opposition on the second floor." Heart beating against breastplate and throat again, Lothia feels the beads of sweat form irritatingly between her skin and the bodysuit's membrane sitting over her palms. The Wolf of Lothal clears her throat loudly and presses two fingers against a Comm-prompt behind roughly where the left-ear would be located. "Echo Seventeen this is Aurek-Alpha, I need you to land on the street with my IFF co-ordinates and pick myself and a Bureau Asset up for re-deployment. Please forward the incoming data packet onto Company Headquarters. Over."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Lothia turns towards tiny and briefly accosts the tall Stormtrooper like some child seizing his Z-6 Riot Control baton and holstering her own blaster snugly into the thigh rig hugging around her right leg tightly. Spinning the inert melee weapon calmly she turns back towards Luther. "We've got a Banshee Dropship coming in to give us a lift to the target building. Assets from my Company will be there before we are, that I guarantee. They'll form a Cordon from the audio/visual data I just sent over to my Platoon Commander." [/SIZE]Lothia grunts the word 'Commander' as if she detested the individual's authority, in truth the Wolf of Lothal's most immediate Commander was in-fact a good friend however they were going to be disappointed with Lothia's previous suggestion of dropping direct fire ordnance on the structure without thought to Noncombatant casualties, it was highly uncharacteristic for Lothia.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Outside Insurgent HQ.
Objective 2: Neutralise All Occupants.
Gear: Shadowtrooper Armour, Charric Pistol, Stun Baton.

​

The dropship touched down just outside of the Cordon, north of the warehouse. Luther stepped off the transport briskly, taking in the scene. Tensions were high, soldiers left and right held their guns tightly. "Sir!" a bureau agent approached, saluting Luther quickly. "Jones" Luther's voice came through an external speaker on his helmet. "What have you got for me?". The woman looked tired, much more tired than Luther. "At least 20 hostiles inside, but I suspect more. We've been keeping a distance, but they know we are here". Luther nodded, before saying: "Good Work. Inform the med teams, let them know they are to assist [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] in any way possible". She turned to leave and Luther caught her shoulder. "After that, you're dismissed, get some R&R". She nodded and ran off.

- - - - -​

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It was almost time to step off. The fireteam from First Platoon was assembled in front of him. "Let me run through this one more time" Luther said. "You will be breaching from the bottom floor, under command of @TK-0023. I will go first to eliminate the lookouts and, once they are blind, you'll breach and eliminate those inside". Luther paused, thinking carefully. "We are dealing with explosives, so make sure to check your aim. Ideally we want the hostiles incapacitated, but don't hesitate to eliminate them if need be. No Heroics, I don't won't to scrape your ashes from the rubble". Luther gave a nod to Lothia and departed.

- - - - -​

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Almost invisible to the naked eye, Luther crept up the building's fire-escape. He reached the top of the building to find a scout crouched warily by the lip of the roof. He had clearly heard Luther's movement up the escape but hadn't spotted him through the camouflage. Pacing far around the man, Luther approached from behind. Deploying his stun baton, the man turned just in time to receive a shock straight to the abdomen. The man slumped over unconscious.

The roof was large, but mostly clear of debris. Consequently, the other five lookouts saw the man collapse and ran over to check on their comrade. Luther let the first approach close enough before he struck out with the baton. It connected with the rebel's throat causing them to keel over, clutching their throat. The remaining four stopped, wary. Perhaps it was bad luck, or perhaps he was dealing with professionals, because one of the scouts turned Luther's way and raised her weapon.

Luther cursed, and began his sprint towards the squad. The woman opened fire and Luther felt the familiar flare of pain as the bolts burned through his armour. The impact of the bolts disrupted the camouflage, and the three soldiers turned to find a tall figure in black sprinting straight toward them. They raised their guns, but it was too late.

Now within range, Luther pivoted the baton to land an almighty blow across the head of the shooter. Continuing his momentum, Luther elbowed a man across the jaw and backhanded another with the baton. Searing heat raked his back and a bolt narrowly avoided ending him. Grunting with pain, Luther pulled his pistol from its holster and shot his would-be killer in the head.

With five unconscious and one dead, Luther deemed his job was now complete. He approached the edge of the building and activated his comms. "Lothia, you're clear to engage". He said, trying to hide the pain in his voice. "Looks like-" he was interrupted by a 'beep' behind him and turned to find one of the rebels awake and holding a primed thermal detonator. Fighting down a surge of panic, Luther performed the only choice he had in the situation.

He stepped off the building.

- - - - -​

Agent Jones wasn’t the type to take a break until an op was over, and thus had asked to join overwatch. She watched Luther taking out the scouts with a satisfied grin, until it all went wrong. “Sithspit” she swore as she watched the figure in black fall off the roof. She ran off to inform the medical team.

 

[Eisenweber]

"Lothia" TK-0023
Fondor, Insurgent Headquarters
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Objective: II - Bomb Threat

Wearing their black "Storm Commando" Armour the special-operations capable team of Stormtroopers were gathered in a semi-circle before Agent Ando who had been providing a brief on their assault using an interactive holographic map of sorts. Lothia's helmeted head pivots somewhat in the direction of her troops and offers a plain instruction. "Once the building is clear, we'll sweep the casualties for survivors. Remember ladies and gentlemen; the pony boys of the Bureau want some insurgents alive for questioning." Lothia's tone was calm and dry when offering the directive, there wasn't any room for cross-branch animosity now not when her men's lives were potentially in danger. Anything that could distract from the situation had to be removed and Lothia recognized that included the deep animosity that festered within breast for the odious Security Bureau.

The wolf prowled down to the fire escape on the bottom floor of the Factory stacking up on the left-side with her pack lingering close behind their Alpha's shadow. "Breach Charge, Set. Standby!" The words are heaved angrily from breast as veins begin to gorge and pump softly through her skin. Each high-pitched chime from the small cylindrical charge brought those Stormtroopers and their Leader one-second closer to breaching and charging through hell once again. Twisting in a groan the Factory's door blasts off its' hinges and hurtles into the factory's bottom floor painting it with the body of a fool who had waited on the other side. "Breaching!" Lothia raises her G-11F Blaster Rifle the red bolts whistle down and smash against the concrete sending smoldering debris high into the air around the Stormtroopers. Moving towards the centre of the Factory wordlessly those insurgents within the Factory begin collapsing one at a time under a withering hail of precise azure-blue blaster fire, resisting those who had been trained from birth with the express purpose of killing in vain.

"Say goodnight, alien moron!" Lothia shoots a single bolt into a crate of fragmentation grenades beneath the Catwalk sending a hellstorm of fragmentation pieces wildly around the Durasteel-walled room of the Factory; a geyser of fire launching high above the structure's roof soliciting a rather sadistic chuckle from Lothia when an odd four insurgents and their repeating blaster are sent high into the Atmosphere with their weapon. "Ha! Turns out they can fly!" Taking cover behind some forklifts the Stormtroopers find themselves on the opposite side of the Factory from the remaining Insurgents who furiously exchange weapons fire with their opponents. Pinning both into their positions attempting to formulate a plan in the face of unusually accurate and disciplined shots. "Ghost! Lay down some fire on those tail-heads! I'm going to try and flank them from the second-floor!" Acknowledging the Command noiselessly with a nod, Lothia prepared to spring forth out from behind cover and dart across the room to a damaged and holed flight of Durasteel stairs to the second floor.

Lothia's ascent up the stairs towards the roof goes without incident until a miniture thermonuclear ball erupts above her head, blasting the Master Sergeant with a bone-shattering violence tumbling back down the stairs, jagged corners of the Durasteel Staircase slice through the exposed bodysuit passing through the pale skin that laid beneath forcing a desperate pained screech out from the Red-haired Woman's lungs and both the Insurgents and Stormtroopers to pause for a moment as what had previously been a rather modest hole now turned into a gargantuan tear through the building's ceiling and wall. In the long pause thereafter explosion, Lothia laid covered in ashes for a moment before steadily rising from the debris field, a long sharp Durasteel stalactite lodged into thorax she turned to her stunned Stormtroopers and even with streams of blood running down her armour weakly scolds them with all the air her one lung could now use to flex her diaphragm . "Don't stand there gawping! Like you've never seen a little blood before..."

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Objective 2 > Standby |​

| Location: Insurgent HQ Perimeter |​

As soon as she heard the Banshee arrive for [member="TK-0023"] and [member="Luther Ando"] as well as the rest of the breaching team, Terrani moved into the cab of the ambulance and instructed the driver to follow behind it at a safe distance.

When they pulled up to the warehouse, there were already medical teams on the scene. Plenty, by the looks of it, but one more never hurt, especially when the odds of incurring casualties were this high.

Leaning forward, into the cushioned back of the driver's seat, Terrani peered out of the windshield. Exasperated by what she was focused on, she exclaimed, "Who the--? Who's in charge here?"

"No idea, Doctor," was the only reply from the driver.

"I'm going to find out," she said sternly before pointing to a troop transport a couple hundred meters on. "Park behind that vehicle. I'll walk back." With that, she stepped outside after grabbing her tote because it was better to be prepared. The door slid closed behind her, but she still gave it a loud knock to signify her exit.

"Hey!" she called to a trooper appearing to be on standby. "Do you know who's commanding those medical teams?" With one hand, she pointed towards the cluster of ambulances ahead of them, and with the other, she fished for her First Order armband identification in her bag.

The trooper's sunbonnet speaker crackled to life, but before he could begin speaking he was interrupted by an unaltered female voice. "Doctor Terrani?" she guessed as she approached from their nine o'clocks. "That'd be you." Agent Jones came to a running stop near Terrani and gave another salute to her. "Ando told me to notify PIC Narweld, your predecessor."

The doctor narrowed her eyes, trying to recall the acronym. Finally, she remembered, Paramedic in Charge. Then she nodded, "I'll follow."

†††

Jones left Terrani alone at the medical operational tent. The doctor angerly bat away one of the flaps the hung off the roof over the entrance and marched up to the man she assumed to be Narweld. "Excuse me, Mister Narweld! What do you think you're doing?" He turned around, looking surprised, but didn't get a word in before the doctor continued, "Doctor Terrani. I'm taking over. Our teams are way too close together. We're making ourselves a bloody target!"

Somehow, Narweld reminded Terrani of herself when she had worked in her Dormitories before the Sixth Fleet claimed her instead. Maybe it was his youth, maybe it was his obvious lack of combat experience. Maybe it was his belief that the red cross on his sleeve made him immune to the aggression of others.

And lo, he began to argue, "But they have no reason to attack us. We're a field hos--"

"That's exactly why we're a threat!" she exclaimed. "Break up our ambulances, now. And for the Leader's sake, put them behind some sort of cover."

†††

Through the windshield of her original vehicle, Doctor Terrani watched as the others began crawling away from each other. She sighed, settled into the empty passenger's seat. This was a good thing--they'd be free to provide more care this way--but she couldn't shake the sinking feeling in her stomach.

Suddenly an explosion sounded throughout the condor. Based on its clarity, it had originated outside of the warehouse. Hesitating only a moment, Terrani rushed towards the side door. One of the paramedics tried to hold her back, but she simply shook his hand off her shoulder and all but ran outside.

"Terrani!" a familiar voice called out. Jones. The agent came into view as her path intersected with the doctor's. "It's Ando."

"Where?"

"Near the fire escape."

"Get a gurney and a couple medics from the northwest team," she ordered, pointing it their general direction. "Meet me there."

†††

It didn't take long for her to find Luther where he had landed. She knelt down at his side after clearing the area with the toe of her boot and taking off her cardigan, leaving her in her white scrubs. "You'll be okay, Ando," she assured regardless of if he was conscious or not as she covered his body loosely with her garment. "Everything'll be fine."

†††

With help from the paramedics, Doctor Terrani had extracted Luther and was now riding with him to the hospital. Busy with keeping his pulse, she didn't notice one was adjusting the rehydration IV when he was only supposed to be doing paperwork. But she looked up instinctively when they hit a bump in the road.

"Hey," she began, "there's nothing wrong wi--"

The paramedic let go of the IV in favor of lunging at Terrani. He drove the injection meant for Luther at the doctor's throat, but she was able to keep it at bay with her forearm under his. She yelped, struggling on the bench as the combatant tried for a choke. Just as she felt herself begin to slip out of consciousness from lack of oxygen, she reached her sidearm and blasted the man in his leg. As he crumpled over in pain, hitting the leg of the gurney on the way to the floor, Terrani kicked him out of way. And then she reached down and, with a large clamp, effectively handcuffed her attacker to the bench before taking the needle from him.

 

[The Dragon]

Objective III
[member="The Major"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

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Over time, the shields were being lowered, but abruptly there was a surge of power and the damage they took likely stagnated on sensor readings. Power that had been drawn away from the shields was returned to where it belonged. The shields lessened to the rear of the vessel as shields were returned to optimal output towards the port, starboard, and fore directions.

The contents of the last pod was ready. The Dragon watched behind his mask through the viewport. Lowering his gaze, he flipped the top of the detonator mindlessly, priming the explosive device as he looked out. Naturally, he couldn't see the pod. It was too far out, and the pod was heading straight towards the chasing ships. Likely too far out to affect them, but it didn't matter to him if it did. It was a regret, but they were an obstacle that unfortunately had to be bypassed.

Dropping that thumb, it pressed on the button, and from that out of sight pod erupted the explosion that blew out with violent, lethal force.

Other pods that were in proximity undoubtedly detonated, fighters, shuttles attempting to catch the fleeing Destroyer.

All were vaporized as the detonator triggered the explosion.

Only moments later did the white pinpricks of light stretch outwards and then they were thrust into the azure hued tunnel of hyperspace.

"Alert me when we're outside of First Order Space," the stature of the Dragon shifted, slightly shorter as if he were hunching as he stepped back from the window. "We'll drop the remaining Imperials somewhere, and resume our course. Dragon out."

 

[The Major]

Agent Reila Krakower
Callsign Gael, in motion to target
Space over Fondor, working with the FIV Anastasia
Objective 3: Bad to the Worst
Morale: Probably Panicking
Near: [member="FN-2499"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"]
Enemies: [member="The Dragon"]

The condition and situation for those essentially marooned on board by a mixture made of equal parts arrogance and bull-headedness became all the more untenable for those still aboard the Star Destroyer. As the chase went rogue and slashed out into hyperspace the data connections cut out, the group sent to investigate and capture some of the scum suddenly found themselves in very, very bad place. Their ride out was ruined, escape pods had been used in a deft turn, and Force knew what remote star system the agents would turn up upon. Not to mention what horrors might happen if they were captured or couldn’t otherwise survive an encounter with what was really an entirely unknown enemy.

Luckily, the ranks of the First Order were quite thick with those looking to rise up to take the place of those sacrificed.

This thought especially replayed in the forlorn agent’s mind as she started fidgeting with a suicide pill on her person.

[exit]​