Glory to the Commonwealth [BTS Rebellion of Commonwealth Alexandria]

[Jarven Zexxel]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQE9X64x9p0

A dark blot fell through the sky towards the capital city of Alexandria. The sunset was beautiful, though fleeting as darkness came swift like the tides of Death washing over the city proper. The blot flipped in mid-air and activated its grav chute within safety distance before landing on one of the highest vantage points of Alexandria. As he scanned his surroundings from his high vantage point, he rapidly mulled over the briefing that he had received from The Agents.

The Black Tie Syndicate was a crime organization unlike any other. They engaged in all manners of dark dunnits and were willing to commit anything to further their ends; even terrorism. Their leader, Miss Blonde, was the source of that boldness. Sexually alluring and equally voracious, she would have what she desires or blow it to hell so that no one can have it. Rumors claim that few things have stopped her from getting what she wants. The men she attracted to her organization are all suspected to be armed and dangerous.

And, in the other corner, about three different factions. You had to either be really good, really loud or Cloudburner to get that much attention. Jacked satellite info gave him a limited understanding of the city. Looking at it all through his HUD, he was able to see multiple spots of holo comm activity ping throughout the city, but he couldn't listen in on any of it without the proper decryption. His ultimate mission: to bring in or bring down Miss Blonde. The best starting course of action was to get that decryption off of a BTS member. He located the nearest activity and jumped off the roof in that direction, hoping it was BTS and not anyone else.

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He landed softly and quietly in an alley intersection. Peering down the length from behind a corner, he noted that he had only come across a truck that was unloading people who were either too young or too old; all of them sadly under-armed for this level of conflict. Shaking his head, he turned away from their position and ran, searching for new pings of holo comm activity. As he was running down the alley, he plowed right into a smaller man. The smaller man went sprawling to the ground, whereas Graz merely had to disperse his own surprise and slow to a stop. The flustered young man reached for his weapon, so Graz reacted by swiftly bringing his fist down into the poor kid's forehead.

He crouched over him to ensure he was (relatively) okay. Sensors didn't indicate any threatening conditions, but they weren't medical specialized. So, the kid may very well have a concussion and he was about to slip into a 17 year coma. Who knew, though? Maybe, maybe not. He whispered to the unconscious boy-man,

"Go to sleep, now, and dream of small, blond women."

In the moment, it just seemed to make sense for Graz to say that. However, in the next second, he couldn't quite understand why he felt the need to say such a specific thing. Maybe the details in the dossier on Miss Blonde had conveniently sprung up to fill in the whimsical blanks for advice he had for the kid. Advice that the kid...definitely wasn't able to hear. He snapped into full awareness, now. This was no place to dilly, much less dally. People were dying. Yes, even now when he listened carefully, he could hear gun shots and the occasional scream. While he had been zoned out, the fighting had moved from his position. He looked at what the kid was carrying: a couple energy packs, a watch, a recon rifle and...bingo! A long range holo comm device.

Surely, it was old. Surely, it was defunct. Yet, if they were relying on old men and young children to rally to the fight, then it made sense that they would spring for any and all operational equipment, just like those pea shooters he saw earlier. He poked around and pulled out the D-Crypt Chip from a bottom slot on the long holo comm device. The kid must have been running it to a needy, defunct unit. Maybe the act of Graz stopping this kid would keep old farts and inexperienced children out of the fight, saving them from the stupid chest thumping of higher ups.

He integrated the D-Crypt key into his comm suite. It was a specific temp key, so it would only be good for this event and in the ground fighting for the Commonwealth forces. This would help him find a BTS signal MUCH faster. They would likely be separated from most, if not all, of the Commonwealth signals, seeing how they're the ones being cornered here on this planet without allies. He ran on to pursue his mission.

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Wonders of Botany exhibit. 3rd floor window. Children's Museum of Wonders. This was his target as he scaled the outside wall slowly, but surely. According to developing news, a large number of hostages were being held here on this floor. The curtains were all drawn, so he didn't worry about balancing on the piece of wall jutting out as he tried to hack the electronic locks of the window before him. Before he got two of the code numbers, he suddenly heard children (along with some adults) briefly screaming quickly followed by gunfire inside. He was shocked and he remained so til after the gunfire had quieted. A military convoy of vehicles could be heard burning rubber and they were coming fast. It was this noise that made him snap out of it and act.

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He jumped away from the window sill's ledge and aimed his right wrist at the wall. A strong cable leaped forth from the gauntlet and punched, with a satisfying crunch, into the duracrete wall above. This short rope soon became taut, which forced him to swing forward. He had brought his feet close to his body and then snapped them out forward to kick forcefully through the glass with ease. At the same time, a BTS member had come forward to check out the window and mark the progress of the local forces' arrival. He received a snapped sternum from the legs that came kicking through the glass and a contusion on the back of his head as he fell back and hit a table containing Fvalkyon Beauties and Striped Peat Stands.

He hit the ground running, but was quickly yanked back. Thankfully, there was no one in line of sight, but they were certainly on this level. He could hear them. He looked back to find his grappling hook was not coming out of the duracrete outside. A man in a black and white suit and tie came around the corner, saw him and raised his rifle. With his right wrist suspended and pointed at the window, Graz had to act fast! He used his left elbow and wriggled his body to slide the Kyuzo war shield around onto his right arm, effectively stopping the rounds the BTS goon was firing at him. He used his free left hand to unholster his pistol and blasted the unprotected man within a fast flurry of shots.

He ran to the window, reached up, grabbed the hook with his left hand and yanked it out of the wall. The Commonwealth forces had arrived on the scene, but they weren't expecting a tall figure to suddenly stand in the window when they got out and took stock of the situation. The half-hearted, more-startled-than-not volley of slugthrower fire went wide, but scared the unexpecting Graz. A slight feeling of amateurism washed over him and he felt that something was out of place either in his mind or in his system. He couldn't afford to keep making these mistakes. He ran further into the museum. The BTS was definitely onto him, now.

Theme Music​

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiLjTIeosBk

He ran into the main learning room which acted as the medium between all the different, fun, kid-oriented rooms meant to explore nature. A section of the floor was designated to play people-sized chess and the giant plastic chess pieces lay melted and/or broken off to the side. Two BTS goons were running across that floor, weapons raised, when Graz and they came within line of sight of each other. Graz' HUD calculated and his guided muscles threw the shield off his right arm. The shield bounced between the first guy's exposed neck and hit the other guy in the face, breaking his teeth. They both fired off a small volley of shots wide each as they went down. He swiftly followed up by running forward, jerked a flying knee up into the first guy (who was trying to stand up fast) and then gave the second guy a solid one-two to the neck. The door to his left opened and there was another goon. He unsheathed his dirk and threw it inhumanely fast at the guy, the blade slicing off the goon's trigger finger before biting into his shoulder. Whilst that goon fell back in pain, he pulled out his pistol and switched to auto. He had sensed two goons trying to make a safe move at the right time around a corner and his sensors picked up their sudden movements. He laid down suppressing fire around their position to discourage activity. It worked, for now.

He had an idea and moved incredibly fast to enact it. First, he started blasting the most ungodly noise out of his speakers. It was a noise that sounded pretty much like Satan dragging humans down a spiky chalkboard. It was incredibly confusing and disorienting to the BTS goons hiding around the corner. This window of opportunity allowed him to noiselessly grab a frag out of a pouch, pull the pin and roll it over to them without them being able to hear it before it was too late. He walked back into the room and ducked to the side as his dirk was thrown back at him. Of course, the dirk went wide, so dodging wasn't even necessary. The shocked man hadn't had the time nor the coherency of mind to pull the handgun out from down the back of his pants, of which he was also sitting on at this moment (quite uncomfortably).

Graz walked forward, kicked the goon's bloodied SMG even further than it already was from the shocked man, collected his dirk and grabbed the wide-eyed man off the ground.

"Where's your comm unit?"

"My what?" said the goon before his comm unit beeped.

"Unit 3-2. Maneuver to objective 3. Do you copy, over?"

That was all Graz needed. He elbowed the man in the forehead, grabbed the active comm from an inside coat pocket and scanned the device for its decryption key. New technology meant better ease of access. It took a matter of wireless downloading to get the decryption from the rather newfangled device on the BTS goon. Get with the times, Commonwealth. Join Verizon. For a short time, you can laugh at Paul Marcarelli for being the sellout Jared Fogle-lookin', back stabbing, whiner baby that he is. What's in your wallet?

Commonwealth and "whoever had joined them" joint forces were easily pinning down and suppressing BTS goons who were stationed downstairs. It was time for him to find a new way out of this joint before they locked down the whole area. Naturally, he looted all the bodies before sneaking out.

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[member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Dean Letham"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Kane Parsk"] | [member="James Harper"] | [member="Edric Vanyan"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Malok"] | [member="Kad Forgrin"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Krest"]​

 

[Darren Jarok]

Screw it. He thought. Kane opened a crate in his ship then pulled out some westar pistols.

"I'm just gonna find the nearest outpost and kill everyone." He said, Then it hit him.

The Spaceports. But how would Kane reach it with all those commonwealth, First Order and Imperial ships are all over. How the hell will we get off this rock? He thought to himself. I could sneak onto a civilian transport at the docks. Kane jumped from his ship then made his way to the spaceport. The place was on lock down and crawling with troops. No biggy. All he needed to do is hijack the transport, Take it up to the spaceport, then either kill everyone or blow it up. He walked up to the spaceport to see some stormtroopers guarding it. They spot him and begin shooting. Kane shot anyone who got in his way. He was now aboard the transport with civilians on board.

"Try anything, You die." He said. The people were afraid, Crying and begging.

Kane flew the ship towards the spaceport and docked where he entered the terminal and killed anyone in his sights. He set bombs in specific locations on the spaceport.

"Blonde, This is Parsk. Would it be a good idea to rig the spaceport with explosives?" He said with a dry chuckle.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location Naval Academy
Objective: Flip the Script
Allies: BTS & Friends
Enemies: Commonwealth & First Order

Everything was set and the pieces were finally where they needed to be. Miss Blonde was determined to take down the Commonwealth and see them dead, and really it was just a short matter of time. If she didn't take over in the traditional sense, then there was plan B. Once the commonwealth did collapse, and they would. The long arm of the underground would seep their fingers into the depths of the planet bit by bit until they ran the underworld of this planet. Plenty of vets struggling with PTSD needed drugs and other illicit materials to take the edge off their pained reality, and with their grip loosening on the other planets in their control it was clear that Blonde would make everything that was once theirs her own. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon she'd be getting it on with [member="Darth Abyss"] from a skyscraper looking down at the skyline of the planet she owned.

But for the sake of more dubious and underhanded conquest, Miss Blonde's plan was to come into full swing right about now.

"You're up Peter, don't disappoint me." Blonde said as she loaded onto the ship in the vehicle bay.

A lot of people didn't really know this, but at one point the Black Tie Syndicate was a large power on the galactic scene with ships and men to spare. All of this was under control of their puppet government. All it took was grabbing the figure head and returning them back into the fold.

The boom of ships leaving hyperspace echoed out and from the commonwealth's perspective a relitively small but effective fleet were staring down the barrels of their weapons with them in their sight. However they didn't fire, instead there was a simple transmission sent from one of the ships by a President Peter Ross who sounded very polite and professional.

"This is President Ross from the United Systems of Antecedent. Our sources and Intel have lead us here in chase of the Black Tie Syndicate, and it seems there's more at work here than we assumed." Peter said with a voice that grew more and more sharp.

"We hadn't received information that genocidal planet killers were coming to the rescue, nor were former members of the One Sith and Dictators from the Iron Empire. This is not acceptable. While we are here to destroy the Black Tie Syndicate, our duty also falls under protecting the ideals of democracy and freedom. And from what I can see here is that those ideals are coming into direct fire from the presence of the oppressors and their mass murdering ways. I ask that you leave at once or be fired upon, the enemy of my enemy is still my enemy." Peter gave his warning and now it was time to see how everything was going to go down.

Ships would move into attack position to create proper firing lines along with fighters being launched. Blonde had played them right into her hands. She wanted the Commonwealth to call in their allies, because you weren't what you said you were, you were the company that you kept. And the commonwealth kept the company of mass murderers, planet killers, and dictators. Not something or someone you wanted to come to your rescue, really gave off the vibe that your lives and freedoms were nothing more than pleasant little lies.

Ships

Spoiler

5•Kebechet Class Heavy Cruiser
3•Exarch Class Corvette
3•Udarnik Class Assault Frigate
•Expeditious Starfighter
•T-90 Class Starfighter
•Troop Transport
•C-046 Transporter

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Dean Letham"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Kane Parsk"] | [member="James Harper"] | [member="Edric Vanyan"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"] | [member="Middenface McNulty"] |@ Malok | [member="Kad Forgrin"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Krest"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

As [member="Krest"] began to cut his way through the soldiers, with the trademark ferocity that granted him thr title of aspect of war inside the sith assassins, Abyss reached for his saber that he gave to [member="Onley Xiangu"], and followed his fellow sith lord in slow, moderat steps. With his left he summoned the force, and pulled a small blaster pistol that jumped in his hand in an instant. He turned to the sith knight for a second, and said with a slight chuckle:

"Get a move on rookie, we still have a bank heist to pull of."

Using the saber in his right to defect the blaster bolts coming from the soldiers that weren't currently slaughtered by Ferox, he almost casually moved towards them while the blaster in his left periodically released shoots at them, landing solid hits to their heads most of the time. He was no master marksman, but he was still a far above average shot when it came to smaller caliber weapons. The red assassin was a force of nature once he engaged his enemies in open combat, so all he had to do was clearing up what was left of them once the sith lords blade fell time and time again, once in a while simply finishing of those that were left barely breathing on the ground. If it would continue like this, they would hack and shoot their way towards the nearest bank in no time.

Other than before he made not much of a show out of what he was doing. It had been fun, but they really had go get a move on before the Commonwealth would decide to cut their way of completely. Confused soldiers were more target practice than a real hindrance, but a coordinated, and professional executed defense would break up their momentum prettx easily. A small group of sith was a highly effective strike team, but they couldn't do the job of an army.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Middenface McNulty]

( tap tap this thing on? [member="Yula Knezevic"] )
Middenface sniggered rolling up to the walker till he was face to face with it,
" All those poor meatbags you just killed. you know those freighters were programmed to land safely? basically they were to save the civilians from me. but you killed them all. " he poked the AT-ST.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Assist Commonwealth Forces​

Location: Orbit over Alexandria​

Allies: First Order/Commonwealth [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Horus"]​

Enemies: BTS and their Allies [member="Miss Blonde"]​

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"Commander we have a message coming in from the fleet that just showed up."​

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"Put it on speaker." Aran said.​

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"This is President Ross from the United Systems of Antecedent. Our sources and Intel have lead us here in chase of the Black Tie Syndicate, and it seems there's more at work here than we assumed." Peter said with a voice that grew more and more sharp.

"We hadn't received information that genocidal planet killers were coming to the rescue, nor were former members of the One Sith and Dictators from the Iron Empire. This is not acceptable. While we are here to destroy the Black Tie Syndicate, our duty also falls under protecting the ideals of democracy and freedom. And from what I can see here is that those ideals are coming into direct fire from the presence of the oppressors and their mass murdering ways. I ask that you leave at once or be fired upon, the enemy of my enemy is still my enemy."​

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"Crewman send this message, Mr. Ross, I am Commander Piett of the First Order. It would seem that we have the same goal, as the Commonwealth is a strong ally of the First Order. Now if you fire upon us or any Coalition forces that are here to help the Commonwealth, you will be treated as a hostile. And from what it seems from my position, the Commonwealth and her allies out gun your fleet. Now I ask you do you wish to pick this fight, because if so then we are more than prepared. However are you willing to risk the lives of your crews over something that is already being handled?"​

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Aran makes a motion to cut the comms. Looking out at the unknown fleet hoping they would listen to reason and back off, but making sure he was prepared to destroy every single one of them if need be, he nods to Lt. Halsey giving her an unspoken order to prepare the ship.​

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"Set the ship to battlestations, raise the shield and prepare the weapons, We don't want to get caught with our pants down. Make sure Obsidian squad down in atmosphere knows what is going on. Keep them on the CAS support of the Commonwealth ground forces."​

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Halsey make sure the entire of the bridge heard her as she also sent the orders to the corresponding department heads.​

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Spoiler: Aran Piett's Forces

1x Resurgent Class - FIV Accuser Preparing for Battle, powering up shields and weapons.

Deployed Fighter Squadrons
Obsidian Squadron - T-70 X-wings (Deployed to planetside for ground support.)
1x U-Wing Squadron - Planetside

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

*KE-RAASH!*

With a running start and a mighty leap, Jarven leaped out the window opposite of the side of the building in which Commonwealth forces were congealing to wipe out retreating BTS.

*vssssshP-TUUNK!*

His wrist launcher's grappling line launched upwards and landed firmly in the duracrete of a nearby building. He quickly escalated up the line and his momentum carried him to the edge of the roof, where he used his strength to quickly pull himself up and over before Commonwealth forces came around the corner of the museum and could see him, if they even bothered to check other rooftops.

He unhooked his grapple head from the duracrete, watched as the line slither-retracted into his armored wrist and then stooped down while he got out his comm device. He initialized the new piece of BTS decryption code and soon had access to BTS communications. It took him a while to sift through the unimportant gibberish, but he soon came across a certain comm transmission. It required some extra hacking to crack and he almost missed it since it was laid underneath another communique, but Jarven instinctually knew better. He couldn't quite explain it, but he innately knew that it had to be Miss Blonde and not some other female member of the BTS.

It took a quick trace and a cross-indexing of coordinates to mark his map and know where he needed to go. The Naval Academy was actually quite far from his position; too far, what with all the amount of forces between he and his target. This was going to require an air drop.

He keyed in a couple commands from the ship he came here in on. The dark clouds and night shade coating concealed his auto piloted ship as it flew high above the city to airdrop a certain container. His sensors could just make out the silhouette of his package dropping from the sky and it jump scared him half to death when it landed really close to him,

"Holy...!" yelled out Jarven before he contained himself. Next time, he would try standing as close to the edge as possible so as to best avoid the risk of death-by-care-package. He waved the key source in his wrist before the circular indentation on the outside of the nearly two meter package, which unlocked the contents of the box. Moving pieces shifted around the box to reveal the long-distance flight suit attachment that lay inside. It was roughly 11 miles to the coast, of which the Naval Academy was ironically located. (OOC: If I'm wrong, please don't sue me. I don't actually know where the Naval Academy is in juxtaposition of my position in the capital city)

With the attachment applied, Jarven took a running start off the roof, fired the thrusters and took off whilst the package self-destructed into twisted metal debris. Jarven's presence in the sky was equivalent to a patriot missile taking off across the city sky. He was incredibly fast, but very noticeable. Eventually, he reached the water front. He decelerated until he started free falling towards the water. He activated the grav chute and, while he slowly floated down, he shed the jet flight suit attachment piece by piece into the water below. He soon turned off the grav chute and dropped, feet first, safely into the water. His sealed body armor suit had about 30 minutes of oxygen.

He swam with strong strokes beneath the surface of the water. He came close to the shore line and the submerged metal grate that would lead to the Naval Academy's sewer system. He raised his right middle finger and activated the mini blowtorch on his armor. After about 3 minutes, the durasteel grate fell away and he was free to make his way inside.

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It took a few minutes of swimming before he came across the numerous amounts of bodies that once actively defended the Naval Academy. It was a morbid amount that floated at the surface above him. Eventually, the mass of collected bodies had passed and he spotted the base of a ladder. He surfaced and found that the ladder led all the way up to a maintenance hatch. The coast was clear as he opened the hatch and climbed off of the ladder. After shutting the hatch carefully, he slid his commando vibrodirk silently out of its custom scabbard and stalked through the maintenance area.

He overlaid the last known location of Miss Blonde's communique onto his HUD and peered around. He had to look near completely up before spotting the general area that she could have launched from. Most everyone originally aboard this Academy was already dead, but there were plenty of BTS around. Regardless, Jarven decided that the way of the shadow was a much more befitting approach in this lion's den. Using sensor technology, HUD stealth tips and physical prowess, Jarven slowly made his way through the base; doing his best to avoid any and all attention from patrolling and working BTS members.

It would take a while before he would reach the upper levels of the complex, where it would be more and more difficult to maintain a stealthy approach.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[HK-36]

Location: Alexandria Space,
Objective: Assist Commonwealth in dealing with BTS, find whoever put bounty on him
Allies: FO for once? [member="Aran Piett"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], Commonwealth, [member="Horus"],
Enemies: BTS [member="Miss Blonde"],


Flash of light! Excitement! A sudden fleet materialized itself in the edge of Alexandria's systems, detectable by both sides, on a path to join up with FO and Commonwealth ships in the system. The ships had numerous markings over them, Abregado System, the Pyre and Protectorate, Tygaran Alliance, personal fleet under the command of one ancient droid after some pirate and criminal blood.

"Connect me to Horus."

The droid commanded to his comms officer on the bridge of the fleet's flagship, a somewhat generic cruiser, in fact all of the ships were somewhat generic and in vague numbers, the fleet wasn't that small to be overlooked, but it was not big enough to just pose a fleet-ending thread to the other side. It was just right to be there in the background and be somewhat ignored because I hate fleeting. Yep.

"Aye-aye sir."

The comms officer retorted, on Horus' end the blue image of HK would appear,

"Horus, we meet again. I hope you were able to completely deal with whatever was raiding your planets, that was some battle we had to push through. I heard you had some pirate troubles around here and I did not forget about our earlier cooperation, I am here with my troops to help you deal with them, in which theater could you use us the most?"

The officer looked to HK,

"Sir, what about the FO vessels?"

The machine rolled his head, if he could roll his photoreceptors he would,

"Fine, connect me to them as well, although if I could I would rather just ignore them."


And so, with old Protectorate IFF, the fleet would hail the FO vessels, a transmission sent to Aran and Carlyle,

"Hello, Jerks."

Good start as any, they too would see a blue holographic image of the cloaked and armored droid speaking to them,

"For once we have a common enemy, so how about we do not shoot at each other just this once and deal with even bigger scumbags than the other side respectively?"

The droid's ships raised their shields and powered up their weapons, the crews scrambling to battlestation, although it was not one of his goals to shoot FO in the back, as much as he would love to see their activities ceased, he also had respect for old chivalry and honorable ways, if he proposed a truce of sorts, he was going to keep it.

Meanwhile aboard the ships soldiers would begin to pile up into dropships, awaiting the signal for landing to face the enemy where they excelled- either on ground or in a boarding situation.

 

[Six-O]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IocGYr-e18Y[/youtube]​

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[member="Miss Blonde"][member="Middenface McNulty"][member="Dean Letham"][member="Brent Smith"][member="Yula Knezevic"][member="Lucien Galtier"][member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"][member="Darth Ferox"]@Tirgenis[member="Darth Abyss"][member="Onley Xiangu"]​

It was one of those special nights, a dark twilight, Stars smirking wide, that moon. . . pale blue, a faint spotlight that clung to tall reeds. A swaying rustle of stems, grace, alive with the must subtle swing. It was a small spot off the main road, not hidden, just so seldom taken. But that weren't very true, not the latter, not for them.

"Look, there's another one. . . " A voice, so feminine, so low. Young and in love, you know the thing, adoration without that sting of old age. A life so full and ready for fantasy and romance to whisk her away, never giving her a reason why she should want to live out reality ever again.

So, she didn't.

Yeah, it was their spot. They'd come here before, how many times, you know they couldn't say. What would their parents think? Did it matter? Nah, not for those two, the counter-culture. The game changers. Religious lovers that didn't need rhyme nor reason

Bad girl,

crazy chick.

Reeds rest lowly, an ever expanding circle, a perfect crown, to take rest upon bloated hill that slumber so high above the city that was their home. It was a crazy time here on this world of Alexandria. No room to taste the freedom of rebellion that her life had become, but, maybe not really, had it changed at all?

Chill guy,

dark boy.

Torn jeans and hi-tops, red and white type, distressed and worn in to perfection. He had dope, dark, hair. A leather jacket and tank top, one sleeve half rolled high, the other unzipped with rings on damn near every finger. The wrong guy, the right guy. Numero number one, stylin' straight up on 'em, ride hard karkers. A savage soul, Hell his preferred road.

That's what she saw,

it's what she wanted, no, needed.

Put an end to Authoritarian Fascism. Yeah, right, she was one of them protest type. Hair dyed and tucked tight. She knew where every stray strand needed to linger, she slowly bit the tip of her finger--that thumb---every nail a new neon color. That bad queen. She liked jazz and punk rock. Trip hop and dream pop.

"Yo, like, I--tch-think, " He'd coughed twice, smoke expanding out from lungs and down in to the girls hair. "That's like. ." He had to pause once more, trying so hard to resist the torment of an unchecked giggling fit of madness. "The Space Station, babe. . ." He told her before succumbing entirely to the absurdity of everything.

"Hm, oh. . . yeah. Yeah, that's right." She cackled herself, rolling her face in to his abdomen, his jacket zipper biting bare shoulder, as she lay sideways on the hood of his sick Speeder. Classic, raw power, loud and vicious with a stereo that invented new noise to entirely engulf known noise and eradicate it relentlessly.

She drew back, pearl teeth clutching inside of a purple painted lip, they were so full, sumptuously luscious, they fit her perfect. Soft rounds to her cheeks that met pristine fit nose, and eyes as green as poison. From his fingers she pinched joint between index and middle, professional, that's all she was, dragged chill as the breeze that retained them.

"Right here, " he rotated his eyes down at her, nothing but boss as he leaned so gentle towards her, catching her venomous pools from behind the tinted haze of Aviators. He lingered, that perfect set of seconds, on her gaze, pointing with arm up in to the night, rings glinting on that fine, soft, glow of the looming globe.

"Yeah, " she exhaled through nose and lips, smoke cloud breathing, letting back at him with that twice toked roll. Man, she just got it all right; Fingers pulled one of those visually optimal tresses sideways from her eye, the master.

Toxic.

That was true.

Martial Law, for what cause, really? It fed the desire of ride or die-types. Not far from frantic, frequently manic. Flipped out and freaked out, unhinged, unbalanced and unglued. Just forever erratic. But so way deep, a challenge and stunningly so fun.

She was exploration and hedonist desire, mind expansion and heavy hitters. The one and only's. Never catch her again, the myths and the show. The main ho, the bad one.

". . . Hey. . , " Her rad guy hummed, chin nodding towards her as he leaned in over body, his back peeling from the windshield of his crazy twisted whip.

He didn't need to know what she liked, he knew what she needed, his hand took her face, that glowing cherry warming her cheek. With a shiver she gave him control, he lead her, she took home. Guy, could she kiss? Control and depth, nothing other than utter craving and desire, she sighed smoke from lips to lungs.

"No, " She projected such sexy weakness, that attractively depressed drawl of the woefully happy lost.

Her mouth followed his, exhale of smoke, the mythical ones. Succubus, Demon, Demented. He'd never have enough of this intoxicating soul. Love for the damned, man. Never repeated, the definitive experience.

Didn't take long to find way to the backseat.

Off from the hood, you get how they move, bro. Slow amble, toes leading, hands holding. Backwards she'd edge him.

Queen of dress, she wore t-shirt turned to torn tapestry, each stretch put to perfect purpose. Jean shorts the very equal, no need to button, tempting gaze at every wise gash, slash and needle pull. A Goddess of Curves, a creature of eternal remember.

The vanished in to the backseat, their own infinity, just for them.

The radio played, it was strong, somehow powerful. Imperishable immortality, one life, the God's of their own Church. When the sweet strut of the glowing head lamps and radiant red brakes finally ceased to be, the clothes came back, but they weren't going home. Not right now, not ever if she could help it. This place wasn't home to those like them.

Especially she.

Daughter of the Precint Chief, another fanatic superpatriot. The Man. The Filthy Fiends of Fascism.

She bit the back of her thumb knuckle, aglow with led lights of purple and orange, the glowing console. She just stared at her guy. Regarded him in dark worship as he breathe through another roll of spice.

"Would. . like -- nevermind." She began and stopped almost simultaneously.

"Yo, . . . what?" The guy asked, looking curiously towards her.

"Nothing, " She drooped her expression, fidgeted with the numinous multitude of bracelets and bands that hung from thin wrist, and jerked her legs off from the bench seat, correcting her reclined posture.

"Don't, babe, for real, man." The retort came out strong.

"I don't. . . know, man. " She said awkwardly, "Would you like, I don't know, like, leave with me?"

"Girl, serious?" He asked, a chuckle heaving smoke in to the thick cloud that clammed the interior.

"Y. . yea-----HEY! HEY!!!!"

Glass shattered, it was the drivers side window, no impact glass could stop it, no safety web could withstand it. White fur and elbow of the Gargantuan Grigoran boomed as thunder against the window. Asserting an early, and aggressive, dominance on the guy, heaving him with bone jarring, shocking, ease. He loft free and high from the vehicle, lobbed in an arc that grounded him several meters in to the dark abscess that curtained rear and front lamps.

TripB stalked off nearly as eerily as he had arrived, radio rattling on and on.

His lover followed, she'd always thrown herself in to the fray, no matter how many times a fist had clutched a cheek.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" She screamed, knees and elbows opening against barbs of glass that clung the window. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Xoorurm was so large, so massive, especially in comparison to her slight frame. She watched his snowy rug swing with wild bounce with each bound he made. She never even noticed his arm stretch to heights so high above brow.

"WHAT! ARE! YOU! DOI---Ngrrfff!!"

She had no idea what hit her, her eyes blurred with confusion, her bottom lip was severely lacerated, blood gushing as viciously as untamed river, in seconds, reeds that had curled and bent after her own jaunt in to the ground, began to feast on the gore of her face.

"D. . .i. .ng!" She bumbled with broken teeth and dented jaw, she couldn't even tell how injured she was, nor the ugly divot in her once perfect face.

She hadn't seen the Droid, those red sensors never even entered her peripheral vision before it's clawed hand clubbed her face with the destructive force of steel and machine. She didn't even realize she'd rolled three times with earthen thrum of bone and flesh on over this very ground.

Six-O hadn't bothered turning Holo-Camera, which it held in it's hand innocent of her abuse, on her boyfriend. Didn't matter that he died, just a half sentient sack of flesh that had a terrible curse of wrong place, wrong time.

It was weird, sort of, like, not real. So visceral, it just couldn't be authentic. She was only weakly conscious as it was, truly struggling with righting her body, even on knees and forearms, she would wobble, wobble, leaking a trail of red artwork every which way she stumbled and shake.

"Nn. . .ahh. ." She gulped incomprehensibly.

Down to her side, again, she floundered. She couldn't really hear it, not over the ring between her ears. But, damned, if every chop that the Butcher Beast of Belovia fell upon her star-crossed love, did not increase the bellow and breadth of her screams. Every swing, every slushy clink, the final rain of her beloved damned dotted her quivering limbs.

A dissociation dream, that's where she was, lost somewhere between the living and the adrift absence of conscious spark. She lay sideways, her head to rest on thick grass stalks, just fog in her eyes, yet somehow, there was hyper-clarity. Xoorurm approached, step by step, she counted them.

Fifteen, of this massive creatures, steps.

She didn't really know what to think of it, the way his body, his fur, his bulk, emerged from grasping darkness in to the the colored glimmer of the Speeder's lights.

That radio still crooning.

It was ugly, she was empty, too scared to resist, move, wriggle or even protest with more than a "Nnnmmffff"

Six-O recognized it, albeit, in a highly opposite pitch of passion. The Little Death. The Machine would ponder, how appropriate for pain to resonate with reasonable relation to tempered passion.

IGa-60 did Natures work. From passion and pain they were birthed, from pain and passion of life lost, would He let them return.

The Droid loved this song, it sincerely was the most prime time to enact his primary function.

White mountain, splashed with crimson peaks and dripping valley's, clung fur together as sharp weeping rivulets of her perfect boy. Her Chill Guy. Took her hair with such assertion that it felt as if, nearly, her skull had been dislocated from spine.

Terrifying ease!

She rolled painfully in to the bright beam of the front lights. Finally, a new seam of adrenaline opening in her veins, she fought upwards to her feet. She, with a drunken gyration to each miscalculated step, attempted to flee.

Attempted.

Barely a few trips and leans abound, the Grigoran pawed the side of her head, collapsing her weak stance a final time before it caught the Camera the Droid had previously operated. It looked like a toddler's toy in the grasp of the albino mammoth of an ape. Focusing it with one hand as it pointed at her with blood spitting Phrik Blade.

"W. .hrrgll?!" She gargled wetly, looking up at the now darkened shadow of Xoorurm.

Didn't matter.

Six-O let a clawed fist wane down through the stab of glowing light, insects, tiny and large, opting to flee as the swish of metal cut air, and unsettled them.

Six-O liked this song!

He hit her, again and again, putting his power in cadence to the glorious melancholy. Every time.

Less and less of her remained after every prod of weight and uncompromising resistance dug her flesh. The first barely re-arranged her features, mere groove and dent that fractured face in to minor continents. She jerked and grunted at every sloppy splat.

Before long though,

choking gasp accompanied involuntary spasm at fewer intervals.

Couldn't tell what it was, exactly, she had become. Especially after a phase of rapid Continental Drift altered the landscape of her visage ever more and ever more.

Xoorurm had been saying something, she couldn't hear him, not at all, really. Sound had been dull and hollow since the first taste of kiss that the Automaton had pressed upon her. Now there was little more than silence and undecipherable thuds.

He'd been working the Camera during her abusing. Informing her father, for what exactly, her crime was. Just as he had done to the Grigoran.

Payback was stiff, it was a hard learned lesson.

With this tape, maybe he'd learn his folly, maybe he'd change his ways. Just like TripB said, he mostly was the cause for his own daughters death. Pretty powerful message.

Especially during this Martial Law.

They'd be left there,

the tragic lovers.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: Assist Commonwealth Forces​

Location: Orbit over Alexandria FIV Accuser​

Allies: First Order/Commonwealth [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Horus"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

Enemies: BTS and their Allies [member="Miss Blonde"]​

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"Sir message coming in from a HK-36?"​

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"Put it through...."​

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"Hello, Jerks. For once we have a common enemy, so how about we do not shoot at each other just this once and deal with even bigger scumbags than the other side respectively?"​

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"Comm send this to him text only.....Won't shoot you unless you turn towards us, until then good hunting."​

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"Aye sir, sending down."​

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"Comm cut comms with the droid, I don't want to deal with someone that will be insulting us when we are working together."​

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"Aye sir."​

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"Lieutenant Halsey, send orders not to engage HK-36's forces unless they threaten us directly. Also send orders to Bolt Squadron, 'Engage at will, prioritize fighters and bombers to protect the Accuser."​

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"Aye sir sending orders now."​

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Aran wasn't happy how this droid who was apparently an ally...talked to him in such a way. Heck he didn't even know the droid and apparently this droid heard of Aran. Odd since the only droids Aran knew were just MSE droids on his ship. None the less with that tone towards the Commander he wouldn't directly shoot at HK's forces but he wouldn't coordinate with the droid.​

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"Sir orders are sent. What now?"​

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"Now we wait to see what this President Ross does, maybe he retreats maybe he doesn't one thing for sure if he doesn't he will be doomed to the vacuum of space."​

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"Aye sir.....Commander, you know this is kind of honorable what you are doing for the Commonwealth."​

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"Lieutenant this has nothing to do with honor, they requested help from us, and well since we are stationed in Endor sector normally we are close enough to render aid to them."​

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"Still sir, you didn't have since they aren't First Order forces."​

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"True, but these criminals attacking them need to be shown force to put them in their place."​

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"Agreed sir."​

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Aran walked over to his holoprojector to send word to First Order Fleet Command.​

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"Command, have spotted enemy fleet over Alexandria, holding position, and awaiting attack from enemy.,,Will update as the situation develops. Commander Piett out."​

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]
they had been patrolling the outside of the ship, 16 predator class ties moving around the ship like bugs defending it's nest however she listened to the orders relayed to her, she flipped a few switchs in her tie as she switched to her squadron comms

alright folks attack the enemy fighters remember these things are fast and nimble use that to your advantage, half the group stay behind and contiune patrol...any ships not showing a friendly iff tags....destroy them

With that bolt squadron split, half staying behind to defend, and half rushing out to the battle, Sara checked her systems one last time before she gave a nod, she gave a smile as she squinted, seeing the fast approching fighters....she'd reached them soon and the battle would begin...but the ace had no fear at all and was ready to get this fun going

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Events were certainly unfolding to become quite the situation. Between the unlikely coalition and their new disillusioned guests, the criminal psychopath certainly seemed to have luck on her side at every turn. It was too unlikely. It takes a special kind of monster make the First Order and Galactic Alliance set aside their differences to hunt you down. Through this unlikely alliance and separation of years long rivalry, Zeradias knew these new ships weren't here to hunt the Black Tie Syndicate. It was no secret that for a time, the Black Tie Syndicate's operations were primarily out of Enligma Prime in that corner of the galaxy.

To add insult to injury, the president's misguided view of the Iron Empire and Commonwealth irked the admiral. How such an ignorant man came into power was a mystery.

"Redirect the fleet, keep the expeditionary and pursuit line on the blockade. Charge all weapons batteries and power up deflector shields. President Ross' term ends today.", he ordered. He wanted his most agile ships on the blockade to fire on or seize any vessels that might attempt to escape from the system.

On a friendly channel, he communicated his intent to his allies, if only for the fight. "Battlegroup Gryphon is engaging hostile Antecedent forces. Those joining, please advise.", he said. He was curious who he'd be fighting alongside in this engagement. "Break - it is imperative we maintain the blockade. Blonde cannot be allowed to escape the system."

Though not an Alexandrian native, he felt like one today. The military culture, the camaraderie with his fellow fighting man, it did feel reminiscent of home. He turned to his communications officer to instruct Admiral Harper to ground all ships on Alexandria. While backup might be nice, it was far too great a risk to allow the terrorists off world. This way, they'd be contained.

"Sir, batteries charged.", the tactical action officer shouted. Looking to Antecedent's command ship's bridge, Admiral Mant gave his order.

"Fire."

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Command Line (1,720m)

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the Retribution*, Gryphon Actual (900m)



1/2 squadron Iron Wrath interceptors
1/2 squadron Iron Wrath bombers
the Iron Lady, Gryphon 0-1 (600m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath interceptors
the Spirit of Virtue, Gryphon 0-3 (220m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath puppets

Expeditionary Line (1,440m)

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the Absolution (Gryphon 1-1) (900m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath fighters
the Avatar (Gryphon 1-2) (180m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath scouts
the Purifier (Gryphon 1-3) (180m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath puppets
the Redeemer (Gryphon 1-4) (180m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath puppets

Heavy Cruiser Line (3,720m)

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the Contrition (Gryphon 2-1) (900m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath fighters
the Mirror Wall (Gryphon 2-2) (1,190m)
2 squadron Iron Wrath bombers
the Arcana (Gryphon 2-3) (1,190m)
2 squadron Iron Wrath bombers
the Vindicator (Gryphon 2-4) (220m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath puppets
the Liberator (Gryphon 2-5) (220m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath puppets

Contingency Line (2,100m)

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the Perdition (Gryphon 3-1) (900m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath fighters
the Jayhawk, Gryphon 3-2 (600m)
1 squadron Iron Wrath interceptors
the Spectral Savior (Gryphon 3-3) (300m)
2 BV-47A drop shuttles
the Ghast (Gryphon 3-4) (300m)
2 BV-47A drop shuttles

Pursuit Line (860m)

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the Red Sky (Gryphon 4-1) (500m)
2 squadrons Iron Wrath interceptors
1 squadron Iron Wrath fighters
the Black Dawn (Gryphon 4-2) (180m)
the New Dawn (Gryphon 4-3) (180m)

[member="Horus"] | [member="Kad Forgrin"] | [member="Dean Letham"] | [member="James Harper"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]​

 

[James Harper]

Admiral Harper continued to direct the flow of battle from the bridge of his ship as the situation escalated. He felt like a glorified traffic cop now, directing multiple different military expeditionary forces in a constantly shifting and changing battlefield. The bridge was filled with the sounds of reports being passed back and forth and the general commotion of a command center at work.

“Admiral Harper!” Came the voice of the designated space coordinator, “More ships coming in. Looks like 11 fighting ships, plus accompaniment.”

“The new fleet is sending a transmission, Admiral.” The comms officer cut in.

“Put it through, let’s hear it.”

He listened to the transmission from Peter Ross patiently and without expression. When the transmission ended he quirked an eyebrow and gave an incredulous chortle. “Looks like we made an enemy of ‘Pete’. I wonder what we’ll do?” He said to the bridge crew around him, eliciting a small laugh. “Well, open up a channel. Let’s deal with this too.”

“Channel open, sir.”

“This is Admiral Harper, acting commander of Commonwealth forces and head of state. You are currently violating Commonwealth space and have formally threatened both the legal government of Alexandria and her allies. You and your forces are required to leave Commonwealth space immediately. If you do not leave within 30 seconds of receipt of this message then all of our allies will be clear to engage, alongside the Commonwealth fleet. The numbers and firepower are impossibly weighted on our side so I suggest that you take the opportunity to leave now. Admiral Harper out.” He said, then gestured to cut the channel. “Space control, message the other fleets and confirm with them clearance to fire on the encroaching fleet after 30 seconds. Move battlegroup Uluru in to engage as well, let’s not let our allies steal all the credit.
“Comms, get on the horn with the First Order fleet. Ask them to use the medical ships and resources that they brought in to start setting up triage centers on the surface, and ferry urgent need victims to the medical ships as needed. Lets start getting our people taken care of as best as we can until we can get our planetside care centers going again. Also contact the groundside commanders, lets keep pushing into the city and clearing these people out. All orbital and air support is approved.”