Get Off My Rock [CIS Dominion of Zenith Prime]

[Darth Metus]

Flying alongside the vessel of New Order origin was an Espada-class Stealth Transport gifted to the clone of Isley Verd. Slavery was a concept that Ishmael, personally, disliked; but he came to terms with the fact that it helped make the Galaxy go round in certain cases...and brought a fleet of vessels to your front door in others. This situation was in line with the latter; and as such the cloaked vessel opened a transmission to the Son of Krag. "There's coordinates being transmitted from the Ground. Locations of anti-aircraft weaponry. I'd assume that taking those out would make getting down there quite easier, wouldn't you? Let's go." he said, before gunning the throttle of his vessel. Cloaked as usual, the Espada-class surged through the void of space and began its quick descent into the atmosphere.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Malok]

Sitting in the dropship alongside the healer was a member of what was formerly known as the Dread Guard. CC-308 Maverick, garbed in his new Confederate Marine Armor, sat across from the woman he had...developed quite the strong set of feelings for. His instincts raged with every passing moment as the vessel surged through space, drawing nearer and nearer to the atmosphere; for he did not want her in a combat situation at all. However, she was strong and could easily handle herself...a fact that Maverick had to remind himself of every so often. Reaching out, he placed a hand upon her knee and touched his visor to her brow, whispering: "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to focus on the med bay..."

[member="Katrina Garnier"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Their descent seemed quick, efficient - much thanks to the pale, worried pilot in charge of getting them downwards - and Matsu could feel her fingers itching for the hilt of Tianzun. Patience, patience... It was a concept she wasn't familiar with. [member="Isley Verd"] had warned of bumps almost at the exact time they started, loud cracks against the ships outsides sounding violent and obscene in her ears. It set her off - she could hear the repulsors adjusting for the start of their landing.
[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Darth Metus]

As the onslaught against the Slaver's Guild vessels continued, the helmsman noted the presence of the Emerald Dawn off the starboard bow. He opened a line of communication with the vessel and said: "This is the Silver Wind, I'd like to closely coordinate my offense with you. My starfighter escort will follow you in, over." With that said, he began the "waiting game" of awaiting a response from the vessel; and in the meantime made good on his intentions. Motioning to the next ranking officer, he ordered the totality of the Silver Wind's droid starfighters to be unleashed from the hangar; an act which took a significantly lesser time than the launching of dropships. They zoomed out as quickly as their engines could carry them and began to make their way over to the vessel of [member="Djonas Vile"]; assuming their places at its flanks.

 

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"Understood." Graxin murmured. His shuttle wouldn't survive breaking through atmosphere if it was filled with AA fire. Then again, it really didn't need to. All that needed to happen was him getting boots on the ground, and that was exactly what Graxin intended to do. One way or another...he'd get there. The shuttle lurched forward alongside the unfamiliar voice; though he recognized the markings. Clearly, someone else had taken interest in Zenith Prime.

His shuttle shook as it broke through the atmosphere and the heavy cloud cover. Then there was anti-air fire, and it was all Graxin could do to keep the ship on course as it was slowly ripped apart...


[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

As the vessel made its final touch down upon the planet's surface, the Mandalorian reached for the lightsaber which hung from his utility belt. Whilst he would have preferred to utilize Devorah's Song, he fully understood that engaging screens of blaster fire wielding a physical blade was immensely more difficult that when using a lightsaber. Furthermore, through using this weapon, he could effectively protect his apprentice and comrade from blaster fire; thereby allowing them to...enjoy the fight more. Once the door slid open, Isley led the way out and touched down upon the ground; which was a sandy, desert biome. Here, the enemy stronghold was clearly viewable over the adjacent hill and it was there that they were heading.

"Let's be quick." he said, taking off in a jog.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Noting that the vessel following him in was under heavy, anti-aircraft fire, the clone promptly began to engage the cannons. This would afford the Son of Krag the opportunity to get to the ground; or abandon ship. With his fingers smashing down the "triggers" upon the flight stick, Ishmael initiated a close straifing run on the facility below. Of course, due to being cloaked, the anti-aircraft weaponry did not know where to return fire and a single of these cannons were destroyed. "Make your landing quickly! I'll keep the enemy cannons occupied!" he yelled over the comm, wheeling the Espada-class around so that he might initiate a second straifing run.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] @Eldoc Quasat @

Coming off as looked at both Matsu and Eldoc having out her twin pistol. "I'm ready to get my hands dirty" flowing out of it waking to make sure it was all okay. Coming to and waiting for her orders.

 

[Darth Metus]

Whilst awaiting a response from [member="Djonas Vile"], the helmsman then began to order the continuation of the assault. The vessels of the Slaver's Guild were a paltry collection of corvettes, light cruisers, and even freighters; whereas the Silver Wind was a fully-armed assault cruiser. At his behest, the warhead launchers of the ship began to unleash hell upon the Slaver's Guild forces, causing several blips to fall off the radar. Of course, like moths, when one was slain it seemed that two more took their place. This was not going to be an easy battle by any stretch of the imagination, but the helmsman was absolutely certain that they could handle it.

 

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That was it. The other, Graxin knew not who he was, had bought Graxin a moment. He locked the shuttle's course, and quickly cramped a rebreather over his mouth. The stale, artificial air flooded his lungs and made his stomach churn. It was necessary though. The former Apprentice slipped on one of the two emergency parachutes, and drew his thermal hood over his head. The ship stabilized for just a moment; Graxin opened the aft doors.

HALO jumps were dangerous, but there was really no other choice now. Graxin looked down at his armored sweatshirt and his warm brown pants. Hopefully, he wouldn't freeze to death. Silently thanking his anonymous ally, Graxin took a deep breath, and took the plunge into the violent orange sky.

"Let's hope this works."

 

[Darth Metus]

Having heard the confidence uttered by the woman, the Mandalorian then gave her a nod and motioned to the ridge adjacent to the base. It overlooked the enemy position and was perfect for utilizing a sniper rifle. There, [member="Seanna Val"] could potentially give the trio a world of cover, which would be invaluable when Hell itself decided to drop on their heads. "Get to that ridge and set up, if you've got a sniper rifle. If not, there's bound to be one in the weapon's locker of the dropship you came in on. We're going to infiltrate and start giving them hell; you give us as much cover as possible, understood?" With that said, the Mandalorian ignited the first of his saber staff's two blades and held the weapon aloft before resuming his jog towards the enemy position.

[member="Eldoc Quasat"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

She had Tianzun out the moment they hit the ground. It would be difficult to deflect blaster bolts with the same proficiency were she holding a lightsaber instead but [member="Isley Verd"] seemed to have that under control. She was confident that she could deflect any stray bolts that got past him.

She was just about to follow when [member="Seanna Vel "] showed up, giving the girl she'd met once before a little grin. "That's what I like to hear," she said before following her Master across the open ground. Their enemies were not about to go quietly and as the Confederacy's forces began swarming the planet they began to send their more disposable elements from within the stronghold to hold off their attackers.

They would lose today.

[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Isley Verd"] |

In the far reaches of the galaxy, upon the Tingel Arm where a New Order had been sworn and a Sith Empire rose in darkness, a Sith Lord took it upon herself to step onto a podium on top a holographic projector. But unlike previous meetings, Darth Ayra would appear as Alicia Drey, as this was strictly business. Through the Adeline-class beacons that she had been responsible for plantation between the Deep Core to this far out, she had the transmission relayed from Hanna City, Chandrila, where her company, Chandrila DataTech, was staged.

So, in essence, despite the geography of where she was, the transmission sent to Isley Verd appeared to come from Chandrila, rather than from New Order space. She folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the call to be accepted.

 

[Darth Metus]

Having now wheeled the Espada-class Stealth Transport into position, the clone then gunned the throttle and resumed his straifing run anew. This time, he came in from the opposing direction and put to a swift end a few of the personnel wandering about the walls with concentrated weapons' fire. He then banked wide, wheeling the ship about and then came in for a quick landing. At once, his engines were extinguished and he pulled his Terentatek Duster about his shoulders. Then, reaching for his lightsaber, Ishmael rushed out into the fray, igniting his signature weapon before scaling one of the base's walls. His target at this point was the first of four anti-aircraft cannons that had to be decimated in order to give the Confederate forces an easier time descending to the surface.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Katrina Garnier]

"I know but I'm needed out there. I promise to be safe. You be safe too,ok?" She smiled as she took a hold of his hand. Kat never saw herself falling for someone but here she was falling for the military man. She had it bad for him but for now that was something she kept to herself. When she got back she would head to the med bay to help those whom were there. She trusted that they had it all under control. "We stick together. Ok?"

[member="CC-308 Maverick"]

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Isley Verd"]
It was just like when he was in the good old Sith Empire, lots of people to kill and lots of danger. Eldoc started out running using the force to strengthen his gait. His green saber was out and he began the dance of death. This was where Eldoc could be what he trained to do. To slay those that would oppose whatever side he happened to represent. Having killed many in his time and this time. Eldoc smiled as he began to engage the enemy, tearing them apart, giving no quarter.

 

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One-one-thousand. Two-one-thousand. Three-one-thousand.

Graxin counted the seconds the way he had been trained. He could do virtually nothing as the AA fire exploded around him. He had heard of masters using the force to slow their fall, but that was a skill the Knight had never gotten around to learning. He straightened his body like an arrow and shot right for the cannon. When he grew close, his parachute exploded outward. The would-be-Sith soared down toward the nearby treeline easily seen by any on the ground.

He landed hard. Graxin rolled across the ground and cringed as it shoot from cannon fire. He quickly worked the parachute off, and took in a deep breath. He would have to ignore the pain in his knees. Soon, those cannons would be gone.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Seanna Vel "][member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Upon reaching the peak of the hill, the Mandalorian was given an excellent view of how they were to get in. There were two, towering blast doors that barred their entrance into the facility...but those could be remedied with ease. Reaching out with the Force, Isley uttered a grunt of sheer concentration as he seized hold of one of the large boulders strewn about. He then hoisted it to their position and set it rolling down the hill, augmenting its pace through a solid telekinetic shove. With a thunderous BOOM, the boulder took the blast doors off of its hinges; reducing the guards that stood behind it to little more than bloody puddles. With their entrance now clear, the Mandalorian motioned for his apprentice and comrade to join him in charging in...but then a call came into his helm. Keeping his pace, the Mandalorian began to apply the lightsaber form Shien in order to deflect the blaster bolts that came his way harmlessly away from his form whilst answering the call. To the individual on the other end, there would not be any holographic image of Isley, but simply his voice.

"Who is this? How did you gain access to this secure line?"

[member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Eldoc Quasat"], [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Malok]

"I won't leave your side." came the confident response of the Clone. He then rose from his seat as the vessel made its final descent to the planet and touched down, heading for the weapon's locker. There, he secured a repeating blaster rifle and slung it over his shoulder. Turning to his...signifigant other...he then added. "I know you were once a former Jedi and you're not a fan of killing...but that might be necessary today. I sincerely hope that you are okay with this fact." With that said, he slid the door open and leapt out, landing solidly upon his feet. He then held the blaster rifle to his eye and began opening fire, claiming the lives of those slavers situated upon the wall of the fortress.

[member="Katrina Garnier"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Isley Verd"] |

Of course she had access to Verd's line of communication. She was a Sith Lord, Darth Ayra and that was normally explanation enough. The Sith's influence could be all over the galaxy and nobody would ever, really know. Alas, she wasn't talking as Ayra currently and wouldn't for sometime. Alicia replied. "My name is Alicia Drey. I am a CEO of a electronics, telecommunications and industrial business on Chandrila. It is called Chandrila DataTech. I'm here to offer you a business opportunity and allow the Confederacy to expand their influence on one of the richest, agricultural worlds in the galaxy."