Gods of War | CIS Dominion of Rugosa {Golden Crusade}

[Adron Malvern]

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THE UPRISING HAS FALLEN. ​

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Over the past few years, a number of secessionist elements in the Confederacy of Independent Systems have been rallying power in a vain attempt to usurp the power of the Vicelord and the Viceroyalty. These secessionists began to gather their forces at the edge of Confederate territory. A single, insignificant moon called Rugosa. From there, the secessionists would begin a campaign of "liberation" through out the Confederate worlds. Utilizing terrorist tactics and guerrilla warfare to create enough chaos that it would shake the very foundations of the great nation. It was a cunning plot. However, the secessionists did not account on one thing. The Ministry of Secrets. A Ministry born of deception and cunning, it's agents were able to uncover this plot and inform the Viceroyalty ahead of time.

When the secessionists moved to gather their power on Rugosa, they were met by the full force of the Confederate Defense Force. The mighty bulwark of the Confederacy engaged these traitors with deadly intent. The battle lasted days. From space to ground, the planet of Rugosa was the witness of brutal conflict.

As with all enemies of The Confederacy, the traitors were unable to withstand the might and power of the Defense Force. Where their organic soldiers grew fatigued, the droid legions stood strong. In time, the weight of this mechanical army was too much for the secessionists. Their lines began to break.

The traitors began to flee in one's and two's, but soon their numbers dwindled. Surrender became the only option. Most of the soldiers were detained, taken for crimes against the state. Those that fled would not last long against the Bounty Hunter's guild so it meant little. For the traitorous leaders, Viceroy's and military Commanders who had grown to disagree with the Vicelord's policies or the function of the state, there was only one solution. Death. Militant and curt, the leaders of this insurrection were lined up and executed. The Uprising has fallen. It was the last transmission reported back to Geonosis before the comms went dark.

No one could anticipate what came next. ​

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They came from the darkness of the galaxy, and brought with them the very stars that brought illumination. They were a fighting force unlike any the galaxy had ever seen. Merciless, effective, and massive.

The first strike came from the skies. The Confederate fleet that had taken up position over Rugosa was wiped out in a matter of seconds. Thousands of ships exited hyperspace and began to fire on the unsuspecting fleet. The battle was over before it began. Some of the smaller ships attempted to escape planet-side, and rally with the forces that had moved to claim the planet's surface. What followed on their heels was little less than death itself.

FOB Calypso was an impressively well-defended fortress. It had been constructed in but a few days, built in a range of mountains. It was exceptionally difficult to assault, even from the skies. However, they did not come from the skies. With bodies made of steel and gold, they emerged from the jungles, tearing down the trees that stood before them as if they were little more than weeds in a garden. Their eyes were uneven mixes of crimson and azure, and what skin could be seen appeared rotten and sickly. But these men, who called themselves "Warmasters," who assaulted the FOB by the hundreds were far from sickly. They fought with the skill and ferocity of a hundred men and each one was touched by the Force. They commanded the Dark Side, they commanded the Light Side. They were Jedi, Sith, Commandos, Tacticians, Doctors, and so much more. Each one was an army in his own right.

Together, they were unstoppable.

They never offered a surrender or gave terms for this war. They merely cut and blasted their way through the Confederate lines until few remained.

They did, however, offer one phrase. Declared often and proudly, they assured the Confederacy that their doom had come. They declared,

"THE GOLDEN CRUSADE HAS BEGUN."​

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Objective I: Survive

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FOB Calypso is a mighty FOB built in the mountains. It is large and has hundreds of tunnels, moving through out the mountain range. It was considered to be impenetrable. The Warmasters have broken through the outer gate. You are outnumbered, outmatched, wounded, and on the defense. Can you survive until help can get through to the planet? The Warmasters wear suits crafted from some strange, resilient material and fight with the skill and tenacity of any Jedi or Sith. Their vibroswords and blasters could mean your death if you engage them alone, fight carefully and defend the FOB.

Objective II: Liberate

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We know almost nothing about the fleet that wiped out the Confederate Defense Force. It seems that their shields are extremely weak, however the turbolaser technology they are using far surpasses our own. Engaging them in a capitol ship stand-off would likely be suicide. Send in fast, target-hitting ships if you want to punch a hole in the fleet so we can save our ground forces. We have limited reinforcements to spare, use them wisely.

Objective III: Evacuate

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This moon has been the witness to days of battle. A number of casualty collection camps were set up on the planet's surface to see to the wounded. These camps are targets for the Warmasters. A number of stealth dropships have been provided to help get these people off Rugosa. If we do not evacuate these people off world before the FOB is overrun, then their fate will be sealed.

Objective IV: BYOO

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[ToKola Bakari]

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Objective: Hold the Inner Wall | Tag: Join me! | Post: I​

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Blood trickled down from To'Kola's temple until a few stray drops fell to the durasteel floor below. He let out a raspy, rough cough before pushing himself up from the ground. The outer wall had fallen in only a few hours, which meant the inner walls would not last much longer...if they lasted that long. The War Marshal stood in a dimly lit hall, his eyes gazing up at the men and woman who rushed away from the sounds of fighting. Most were wounded, too wounded to continue fighting, they needed medical attention. No, they needed evacuation. To'Kola tapped the comm unit on his wrist, coughing once more before speaking. "Where are our reinforcements?!" He demanded. The line was rough and filled with static, but in a few moments a shaky voice came over the comm. "War Marshal, we still have no comms outside of this sector. We've gone completely dark."

To'Kola spit out a slob of blood before responding. "Keep trying." He demanded, before deactivating the comm device. His hand wrapped around the hilt of his war spear, almost eagerly, as he made his way down the hall. The hall opened up into a type of underground Atrium. It was filled with vehicles that had been moved to bar a durasteel gate. "Move the droid units to the front! Do not engage them at close range, let the droids soak up the damage and hit them while they're distracted!" He looked up to the soldiers moving about the motor pool. Hundreds of droids moved to the wall, manning the battlements which gave them a clear rate of fire to the main tunnel. The tunnel where the enemy was assaulting from. Blaster fire rained out, continuously, to the point where it became a white noise in the background.

While making his way over to the wall, To'Kola saw a soldier bent down over the ground. Blood dripped from his shoulder, but his weapon was still firm in his hand. "To the wall, lieutenant. We need firepower in that tunnel."

The Lieutenant coughed, his throat filled with dust while he kept his eyes locked on the ground below. "I'm shot, sir. I need a medic." To'Kola grunted angrily, before pulling the man to his feet. "We're all shot! Get to the damn wall, now!" He pushed the man towards the wall and watched as his words sparked the officer from his stupor. To'Kola grunted, pulled the leather back from his chest piece. Blood spilled down his side, coming from a wound near his shoulder. He exhaled, but pressed the leathers back against the wound. There was no time, the enemy was coming and with them came death.

 

[Thalliesin Bard]

Objective: I​

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Thalliesin could barely keep moving, and he wouldn't be if his armor wasn't bearing some of his weight.​

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He could tell that something in his leg had snapped...but he didn't know what, just that it felt like a wookiee had tried to rip it off.​

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His Vanguard was behind him some wounded, some not. Zarr the Trandoshian had a pretty nasty arm wound from where he attempted to maul one of them...That plan didn't work.​

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Gorgona the Wookiee managed to help them escape by throwing half of her explosives into the advancing horde of metal monstrosities.​

they didn't stick around to see if it did anything.​

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Zarr was getting many aggravated stares.​

"How was I supposed to know that it wouldn't work?"​

Arasha the tiny Twilek looked at him like he was even more of an idiot than she thought.​

"Because another Trandoshian tried and got his head ripped off"​

He didn't do it right"​

Arasha snorted.​

"Neither did you"​

Gorgona the wookiee picks up Arasha, and grabbed Zarr by his good arm.​

"Gwararaarr"​

Lotto the overweight Toydarian smirked.​

"Gorgona's right keep your heads and stop talking, we need to get to safety not draw them to us"​

Arasha smiled at Lotto...​

"What did she really say?"​

Lotto smiled back.​

"Shut it or she'll rip your arms off."​

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Thalliesin never said a word through all of this he was too focused on trying to lead his team away from the carnage...at least for a little while longer.​

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They snuck their way around looking for a way through the inner wall where their weren't any of the Golden Horde...​

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@To'Kola Bakari​

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[Kyyrk]

LOCATION: FOB Calypso​

STATUS: Alive​

OBJECTIVE: Hold out for Reinforcements​

Tags: @To'Kola Bakari​

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Go to Rugosa, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Calm and relaxing they said. Voph spat a wad of blood. This was Denova all over again. Voph had never encountered an enemy like this since the fall of Zakuul. Their armor was nearly impenetrable. And they were just as deadly as any Sith. Voph looked around the room as he stood. He'd had to play dead to escape their notice. It seemed like a lost cause from the start. But Voph had the advantage. He knew the tunnels. They did not. He had stealth and agility on his side. They did not.

He was born to hunt Sith.

They were not.

Voph ran a quick systems check. Armor Integrity stable. Rifle...accounted for...His cloak was damaged in the fight, but it could still generate a shield. He held his wrist to his mouth for a moment, speaking quickly and quietly. "Bakari. Voph here. I'm alive, but behind their lines. They're tough, but not unkillable. I'll meet up when I can." Voph looked up as he heard a sound in the distance. A scream. A blaster shot. "They're doubling back. I'll be in touch." Voph cut the direct channel, then opened one on the CIS general frequency. "If anyone's alive down here, sound off. We need to link up and work together, else this is going to be a short fight. Relay your position and I'll try and make it to you." Voph heard another cry, and a spray of blaster fire. Bodies hitting the floor. He exhaled quietly, then muttered simply, "Voph out."

It was time to hunt. Voph reached behind him, and withdrew his rifle, pulling the bolt back to prime the next shot. Then, he vanished. Two of these "Golden Crusaders" walked through the door into the room where he'd been hiding. They paused looking around for him. Voph could feel them reaching out through the Force to find him. But Voph was trained for this. Trained to hunt down and destroy Force Sensitives, trained and not. He moved silent and unseen along the wall of the room, rifle trained on the closer of the two. They began shooting the bodies, suspecting he was playing dead again. So when a third rifle fired, it took them a moment to realize it was not one of their own. But by then it was too late.

Voph was already upon them, lightsabers flaring to life, rifle discarded on the ground. The shot had weakened one of them, and Voph was charging forward to finish it off. He collided with the creature, knocking it off kilter. The other one moved to lash out with the Force, but Voph moved first, Calling out to inflict a wound, deep and terrible, within the very core of the being. It stumbled, a hand coming to its chest. The wide eyes betrayed its fear. Voph spun, and brought his lightsaber down on the other one, striking at the exposed flesh. The wound began to corrupt as soon as the lightsaber left the skin, causing the creature to cry out. Voph turned back to the one still standing, waving his hand in a quick motion, and grinning in a sick satisfaction as the neck snapped just as quick. He picked it up with the Force, and slammed it into the other, silencing the scream. But they had already alerted their compatriots. It was time for Voph to leave. He stowed his lightsabers, and called his rifle back to him. As he turned to run from the chamber, he realized it was going to be a long, bloody day...

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[A'Runda]

Post: 1​

Tags: @Voph @Thalliesin Bard @To'Kola Bakari​

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Ringing, that's all the Tusken could hear for a good couple of moments. Confined tunnels like this were no place for loud explosions. A'Runda had been stationed on far, and isolated side of FOB Calypso, but that didn't save him or the people he was with from the onslaught. The enemy was indiscriminate in their assault so not even the relatively insignificant location he was at on the base spared the violence.

A'Runda and the soldiers he was with were on the constant retreat to the inner gate. The main power of their section to the base had been cut off during the assault, so all that illuminated their path was the flashing glow of red emergency lights. Behind him was a massive elevator that had access to the surface leading out of the underground mountain base. Before he got too far from the elevator he could hear it activate behind him, the enemy was coming down.

Knowing that not just him, but just about everyone with him was injured. It wasn't going to be long before The Warmasters caught to them. Stopping in his tracks at soldier rushed past in a panic to get away the Tusken turned around to face the large elevator. It was a primary choke point for the base, and could prevent there being another front being opened in the conflict here at the base. He needed to take advantage of it. If he couldn't stop them in their track he could at least slow them down he figured.

With a deep breath for his already sore lungs, A'Runda headed back to the elevator with a half-baked plan he hoped might work. All the while frightened soldiers left him behind to regroup with the rest of the defense.

 

[Kaden Farr]

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WAERING: xxx ​

w. [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | open​

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The only way to put Taanab behind him was to move forward and throw himself into mission after mission. Aditya was alive, which was news to him, news he could have gone without. Too many people from Kaden's past were returning to haunt his present. The memories were not pleasant ones, and the confrontation with Aditya only reminded Kaden of the worst parts of his life. Taanab created conflict. Kaden realized for the first time his thirst for revenge and his desire to kill were linked. As Kaden stood on the platform of the stealth dropship, the overwhelming thought that he was determined to preserve life overwhelmed him. There was divine tension of sorts between wanting to kill those who had wronged him and not waste the gifts which Selene had given him, and ensuring that those who did not need to go to the Netherworld could avoid the darkness and torture the twisted place bred with reckless abandon.

His heart was cracking, the besakar which lined it breaking, and he knew why. Kaden often wondered if his mother could feel it, sense it, and if that had been the reason he did not feel her presence as often as he once had. Perhaps she was finally free and in physical form which would also explain the distance. Yet whenever she touched his mind there was still the scent of rain and jasmine which washed over him. He wanted to be faithful to her as she was the reason he lived. The life he now wanted with Daisy would not be possible without her, and he owed her simply for that. Kaden still did not know how he could justify all of the darkness when Daisy inspired him to be better.

War. Death. Pain. Anger.

They were things which Kaden was accustomed to. His life had revolved around them for so long that he sometimes felt at a loss when there was something else his life could revolve around, and should. Yes, he knew how to woo her. Her best friend Scherezade had given Kaden some good advice on that score. Kaden looked to the two women with him. It had been a few months since the three of them were together, and the first time since they had actually worked a mission together from start to finish. Mechis had been close, but Kaden had only ran into them there. He was grateful that he had, despite the fact Daisy had thrown a rock at his head for simply showing up. Granted, he had haunted her for months, and it was deserved on his end. The story would being laughter to other generations one day, at least that was Kaden's hope.

From the ship, Kaden could see the devastation of the battle raging. There was enough fear in the air to make [member="Darth Elyria"] happy. There was at least the relief that Scherezade knew of Elyria. Kaden had yet to tell Daisy the full nature of his relationship with the woman he called Mother, but he was aware Daisy knew of his muttered conversations and prayers. The devastation before them was the perfect offering for Elyria, and the people they could save were giving it willingly. Time was not on their side however as the FOB was already heavily under attack. If the base fell in the mountains, the innocents would be next, and Kaden would never see an innocent die if he could help it.

His boots were the first on the ground as the ship hovered low enough for them to leap into action. Kaden wasted no time in directing the others who were with them. The units of soldiers and aide workers which had arrived with them scuttled about in a frenzy as there were two primary tasks. The first and most obvious was to evacuate as many as could be. The second, and more difficult for someone like Kaden, was to triage the wounded. All while this took place, the soldiers would have to defend the aide workers and those they were trying to rescue. Unlike his last outing with Daisy, Kaden had known this was an outing for armor. Daisy had been right that day, armor was always better.

"Alpha team start loading up all able bodied refugees. Beta, get tirage underway. Omega, you're with me. Keep the landing and loading zones clear of hostiles. Air support will do their thing. Our responsibility is to these people and saving as many lives as we can."

Kaden looked to Daisy and smiled.

"Let's show these guys what we can do," he turned to Scherezade, "You ready for this?"

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[Tiria Reinhart]

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FOB Calypso | Defend, Hunt, & Survive​

@To'Kola Bakari | [member="Voph"] | @A'Runda | Open​

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We lead... from the front. We go... where others dare not.

Tiria stood fast, her upper body doubled over with her shoulders lifting and falling as she gulped down every heavy breath of air she could.

Rugosa had been easy. The Dauntless had come to ensure the Confederacy held before Secessionists and their treasonous filth. While the faction itself held no soul-bound loyalty by the Hive, it was a powerhouse. What easier way to dismantle such a monstrosity than through division? And once divided, it would fall. Splintered, leaderless, their forces would fade; their influence would wane. What use would they be then? So it didn't matter how passionately the Secessionists were, or even how right they were -- their fate had already been decided the moment they turned on their society. When they betrayed their unspoken and often unrecognized hive.

And in the wake of that victory, a more dangerous opponent took to the field. One which at first held Tiria's captivation. There was a way about them that she appreciated; but that only lasted for the first minute, before the pandemonium. Before the onslaught was in full swing.

Low, deep laughter slowly shook her battered figure. Yes, she felt a kinship with these ones. An understanding.

Slowly her head tipped back and a raging furnace burned in her eyes at the towering figure that stepped into view. Her fingers gripped one of their blades with the blood of a fallen monster fresh along its edge; each drop slowly joining the congealing pool beneath the sword's tip. Where her helmet had gone was anyone's guess. Her face was dirty, her armor dented, scratched, and painted with a rainbow of blood from friends and foes alike.

"This is Lieutenant Reinhart," the Dauntless Commando replied over the headset she'd picked up off one of the fallen, "section Alpha Two." With the short response to Voph's broadcast provided, Tiria let out a roar and flew across the ground to knock the gun lifted at her head out of the way.

Each one of these monsters that'd come to this world to annihilate them came with a host of skills and abilities. They were undoubtedly strong. Insanely powerful. Each one a nightmare to assail, and they undoubtedly knew it. What they didn't know was that they would find a kindred soul in their enemy. Not as powerful, not as skilled as they, but her fangs would sink just as deeply into their flesh regardless; and the weapon of her enemy would do where ammunition had long since run out. Live off the land, and make the enemy pay -- at this point that was the only battle strategy Tiria had up until Voph called back.

The towering creature was forced back and soon hacked at over and over and over by the enraged Lieutenant. The thick cords that passed for hair came undone and fanned out behind her in the flurry of motion. It managed to throw her back inside the room using the Force, numb fingers reaching for its gun once more. Even then, Tiria leaped back to her feet and threw the blade through the air with uncanny precision.

Her fingers shakily lifted to the transmitter. "There's wounded... everywhere. Enemy has to be breaching by now."

Slowly she moved over to the side where a Trooper lay motionless on the ground. It only took a second to find out he was beyond her reach. "I'll kill ten in your name," Tiria breathed before she straightened up and made for the door. Time to grab a new weapon and resume the hunt.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

Tags: [member="To'Kola Bakari"] | [member="Voph"] [member="A'Runda"] | [member="Tiria Reinhart"]​

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The galaxy seemed to have some sort of existential humor, Kiff decided as the red walls of FOB Calypso rumbled with aftershocks of artillery fire, threatening to collapse on the terribly unlucky Confederates that were still alive. Kiff had come to the planet with a full force of fighting droids to wipe out the last of the secessionists; a glorious armada with the top of the Confederacy, two High Marshals and the War Marshal himself, [member="To'Kola Bakari"]. They had laid waste to the insurrectionists, routing them back to their base where the legions of Confederate droids ended the secession for once and for all. Kiff had been supervising the last of the executions of the traitors when the comms had come in from the Concordance, the Star Destroyer that Brayde had temporarily been commanding while his flagship, the Victator, remained in a Fondor dockyard.

It had been only a few seconds after the transmission alerting FOB Calypso about the incoming ships before all orbital communication was lost. Once a scan was completed, it was clear what had happened; the entire Confederacy armada had been wiped out. Destroyed. It was only a few minutes after that the 'Warmasters' landed, and with them went the bulk of the Confederacy's droid legions, as well. Soon, only FOB Calypso was left; all their outposts, artillery, and legions waiting for them wiped out with almost contemptuous ease. And the FOB didn't last long either, the outer gates crumbling to the slightest resistance. It had been a massacre ever since, as Confederate organics and inorganic were mercilessly slaughtered by the one-man walking armies. At the very least, Kiff could be grateful for the fact that his comm was still working. The High Marshal had wasted no time getting himself far from the reach of those deadly Warmasters; after all, he was just a small man with a small gun. It would do little help to add himself as another dead body, piled at the Warmaster's feet. Instead, Kiff had a different plan; he'd retreat, rally what remaining droids and Confederates that were still alive, and find a way to take down those chitspawn. After all, what was a High Marshal to do other than lead?

A quick check on the comms told him that at the very least, one of the commanding officers was still alive. It was funny; Kiff had served in almost every major battle alongside [member="Voph"], but never had he met the man face-to-face. Perhaps it would finally be his lucky day, in this chaos and bloodshed that called itself Rugosa. He took a fist to hit his comm, the darned device sparking. He'd tripped on his way into the tunnels, with a dirty face and front of his field uniform as proof to it. The thing had probably cracked on the fall, and no one could know if it'd be working again. Kiff muttered some well-chosen curses before the comm finally lit up, High Marshal Voph's message coming out disconnected and through a heap of static -- but Kiff heard it. breathing heavily, he pressed a button to reply to Voph's frequency. "This is High Marshal Kiff Brayde -- I'm somewhere in these tunnels, but I can't be too far away from the entrance. Let's meet up and knock together a few motherkriffers."

 

[Keva]

Objective: Defend Location: FOB Calypso Tags: [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Tiria Reinhart"] @A'Runda @Voph @To'Kola Bakari​

Keva moved through the rubble of her current position, a sly little rat she was. Whilst she was dirtied she was far from battered, merely losing the overly pristine air that her neatly kept and spotless uniform gave off. Instead replacing it with messy hair, and dirt stained clothes. Her fury at this whole thing was silent. Such a shameful display, bah. Had she more forces they would be in an infinitely better position now. For what was a God to the sheer crushing weight of pragmatism? Through warfare waged at it's most efficent. They would've died by a million cuts, torn asunder with no mercy. She would sacrifice a star if it meant victory. But here she stood, commanding a measly thousand or so droids: many already demolished. She needed millions. She needed a unleash her crusade.

Yes.

She was silently furious.

Moving with a disturbing calm considering the whole situation, analyzing what had been laid in front of her. Listening to the various comm messages. With a flick her accented voice entered comm channels, hm, quite the scattered little defense they had. Shame. Many people would die today, of course, so would the enemy. Such was the way these things went. Taking a brief moment she then spoke.

"Colonel Keva'Sol'Loro. My force has suffered considerable causalities. Currently deeper within the FOB, I recommend we regroup further within the facility. Line the tunnels with available ordinance to seal the way or merely destroy the enemy as they come. Until then I will hold current position"

The strategy seemed more like simply offering the information of what she was going to do rather than actually giving a suggestion. Taking her charric out of her holster, Keva looked onward. Listening to the coming sounds of carnage. Bah. Was this supposed to frighten her? She had fought things far worse than monster-men back in the CEDF. Of course, not all shared her resolve.

"You're insane! You can't expect us to actually hold!"

Cowardice. Without so much as a word, or second thought, her charric rung. Firing a shot cleanly through the man's skull. She would not tolerate such things, not now. Not ever. Moving along as though she hadn't just committed an impromptu summary-execution. She looked at those remaining organics who would dare considering fleeing as he had planned to.

"Understand this. I have no qualm against removing another coward from the Galaxy myself. You will hold when I say. You will flee when I say. You will follow my orders or I will simply end your life myself. And understand that will be far more pleasant than what they will do to you. Now. We hold. And we wait."

Leading through respect worked only so much. Sometimes. You needed to command through fear.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="To whom it may concern"]​

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• Firebase Hades
  Rugosa, Front Lines

Nobody could have anticipated the Warmasters. There was no one to blame. When the mysterious enemy emerged from the void, the forces of the Eternal Empire were in the process of withdrawing towards FOB Calypso, their objectives accomplished, ready to return home. Instead, when they marched into that forest, they entered through the gates of hell.

With comms jammed, surrounded on all sides and cut off from reinforcements, they were unable to press forward, or turn back. So, they dug in where they could and then, they fought. Two regiments of Ultranauts clashed with the horrific Warmasters there, in the forests of Rugosa. They fought them well, they fought them hard, they fought them to a bloody standstill. But time, supplies and ammunition were running out.

Around their improvised fortification, the forest burned. Bloodied, battered soldiers stood silently in their trenches, their eyes scanning the treeline for enemies. Repeating blasters and heavy machineguns fired in short bursts, now, for they could no longer afford to hose down enemy formations as ammunition was rationed in ever shorter amounts. Every now and then, the two regiments' surviving artillery units unleashed another withering barrage of shells upon their hellish foes, though these salvos were nothing like the truly apocalyptic firestorms they inflicted upon the enemy, earlier in the battle. With ammunition stores nearly depleted, they had to make each shot count.

It was this artillery barrage and the tanks, that had saved the regiments from total annihilation. They allowed the Nelvaanians the time to dig in and entrench themselves behind fortifications of wood and dirt and the broken shells of enemy soldiers. The enemy was a relentless, unending horde, but the Ultranauts had discipline and grit on their side. The Confederacy's finest soldiers made the Warmasters pay dearly for every inch of ground and every life they took.

Still, even the greatest army in the galaxy can only survive for so long against an endless horde, without supplies, reinforcements and some much-needed rest. On and on, the enemy charged, seemingly unaffected by their casualty rates, giving the Nelvaanians not a single second to rest, or tend to their wounded, or plan their escape.

So it was that the two regiments, which began at ten thousand strong, were gradually reduced to seven thousand, then five thousand and then three and it seemed all hope was lost, until they managed to break through the jamming and send a single message through.

"This is Darth Tacitus to all Confederate forces. We are surrounded and at the current rate of attrition, we will run out of ammunition and be overrun within twelve hours. Requesting immediate reinforcements and supplies."​

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Those few words, along with a set of coordinates, were the Nelvaanian soldiers' only chance to survive. Their commander could only hope that there was someone left who would listen.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Daisy Americus"] open

Her face was a perfect mask. Standing on the ship, her features were carefully crafted to appear as she always did in situations such as these. Excited. Joyous, maybe. Hyped. Her glowing green eyes peered outside, looking at the devastation on the planet, and she inhaled, making it seem like it excited her. Everything was normal after all, wasn't it? And if everything was normal, then she was supposed to look like it was any other mission, wasn't she?

But inside, she was not. Looking at the field filled her mostly with apathy. They had done this, they had all done this, so many times. The hole inside her heart and stomach remained silent as she beheld the sights. There would be no true joy here. Certainly, her blood would sing as she'd fight, because it always did. For those handful of seconds and minutes, her piece of the puzzle would fit into life at larger as it had been honed to fit. But once it was over her shape would change again and once more she would find herself removed from it.

Normally, Scherezade was the one to shout orders, to get people to start moving once they touched ground. But now… As Kaden did it, she realized she simply didn't care. She did not want to even be there. And still she kept her features carefully in check, making sure no one would notice. She did not have the mental capacity to deal with others about it right now.

But it was the last one, she knew. The request for time off had already been processed, and once this mission was done, Scherezade knew she would have at least a few weeks to make herself sparse. They would not miss her. People rarely did.

"Ready," she said, trying to make her voice sound bubbly and excited about the entire thing.

Bringing her hands together, she began to focus. There were more abilities she had, beyond wielding knives. Her powers with the element of the Earth had progressed to such a degree that she had found herself being able to cause massive earthquakes of mass destruction. This, however, was not what she was after right there and then. All she wanted was for the ground to prepare; should any warlord come for them, they would find themselves punched in the face by the very earth itself. If she could adjust the punches to be strong enough, then she could get their inner organs to explode from the impact.

Let the enemy come.

She would kill them all, like she always did.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

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Location: Rugosa
Objective: Save everyone, don't fail this time

Tagging: [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

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The girl rested a hand against the side of one the the buildings, sucking in a deep breath, her arms trembled with effort. Everyone had told her this was too soon, that she shouldn't have left the hospital, shouldn't be moving yet, Azure had left her...drawn, weaker than she'd ever been before. She'd known they were right, that staying in bed, resting, was probably the smartest, the best thing to do but she just couldn't stay there and do nothing. She could close her eyes and still see that river of souls running through the force away from her, all the souls that she'd failed, that she hadn't been strong enough to save. Every time, she closed her eyes there they were, running away from her, always just out of her reach, always staring at her with those sad accusing eyes. She knew she shouldn't be up, that she was liable to collapse at any moment, she was just running on the energy she was drawing from the force right now but she'd needed to do something.

So when she'd heard about the secessionist revolt in the CIS she'd seen somewhere she could maybe help, somewhere where there wouldn't be any civilians caught in the crossfire, anyone's else for her to fail. Asaraa closed her eyes, a sour laugh falling from her lips, she really should have known better. Sure the fight had been easy enough, she hadn't really been in any position to help fight, but she could at least be there, a sign of support as she watched the Confederacy roll out and act, so she could observe them, learn from them. And then this had happened, a pair of crystal blue eyes flicked open as she sucked in a deep breath, reaching out to the force to draw on that energy, a hiss escaping her as the energy flowed back along the raw connection to the force, a connection that still hadn't recovered, a connection that she couldn't afford to let rest. Not while there were people still on the planet, people who needed help, people she was going to fail, again. Asaraa's hand clenched as she slammed it into a wall, a spike of pain driving through her body as she flexed her sore fist, she knew that that way lay the path to a negative cycle but it was so easy to walk.

Sore, aching and on the verge of collapse she took one step forward, then another, her face smoothing as a mask fell over it, her shoulders squaring, falling backwards as she stood that little bit straighter. She was a Jedi, that was all that was important, that the people who looked at her saw the peace and serenity they expected, that they knew that everything would be ok. Boots crunched on the ground as she stepped up besides the members of the confederacy who had arrived to help with the refugees, "Room for one more?"

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: Rugosa | Objective: Evacuate | [member=Faye Irithiel]​

Did it make any sense for her to be here? Not according to everyone else. She enjoyed her work immensely, and it was a sheer honour to be offered the opportunity to prove her worth, but Faye was bored of sitting behind a desk, at least for the meanwhile. Perhaps a little hands on experience would spark the motivation to read through the rest of those bi-laws, or reply to those holomails that had been waiting long enough. After all, what could be more eye opening than witnessing the very people she represented at work? What could be more revealing? What could be more motivating? Nothing. Hands on experience was what she had convinced herself she needed, much to the chagrin of her security detail.

She felt rather uncomfortable tucked away in the thick armour her they had insisted she wear. Like she was trapped in a giant tin can. Faye was well aware the world was a war zone, but she'd done just fine without any amount of armour for a number of years. At least they were doing their job, but she wished they would stop feeling so... nervous. Bundled up together with her own nerves it was almost too much to handle. Collectively, it was like an icy hand that slowly crept along her spine, inch by inch the closer the drop ship came toward their target camp. It formed a lump in her throat so big it was difficult to breathe.

But worse was yet to come.

The stealth ship dropped, sending the torrent of soldiers streaming out into the battlefield. Some joined the others defending the loading zone, the rest choosing to stick by Faye's side. 'Triage is this way, Minister.' Faye nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. The cacophony of war was muted, drowned out entirely. All she could feel was the heavy weight of sorrow, the screams of pain and agony, the overwhelming sense of loss. War was no place for an empath, and certainly no place for a woman who's last battle occurred over a mahogany table, but the further her feet carried her the more determined she grew. She could be of use here, just as much as she was sat in front of fifty diplomats. Granted none of them carried weapons, or tried to murder her in such plain view, but Faye was quick to adapt. Once upon a time she had been no stranger to peril, she would just have to find that instinct again. The one that kept her alive in her youth.

Faye ducked underneath the canvass tent flap, still weighed down by the strength of emotion swirling in the war zone, but with a fresher frame of mind. Triage was a long line of rustic tents, made to suit the purposes of a rudimentary hospital. Death and fear were prominent, but as Confederate forces began the evacuation Faye could feel a ray of hope. Like a tiny light in the darkest of rooms, it guided her. This is what they were there to do after all, nurse the flame of hope. Provide a second chance at life. Raven eyes glanced around the row of makeshift hospital beds, all with their own ailing inhabitants. She'd had experience healing a wound before. Some were too gravely injured and beyond her skill set, but she could manage the simple ones. Broken bones, open wounds and the like.

With vigour in her step she made her way to the first bed, a simple looking man with his leg bound in splints. This was where she would find her use. While everyone else ensured those that were on deaths door escaped, Faye would stay and heal those that could be healed. There were no words shared between sorceress and patient, just a simple acknowledgement that she was here to help.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Objective: Fight | Tag: [member="Thalliesin Bard"] [member="Voph"] @A'Runda @Tiria Reinhart [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Keva"] | Post: II​

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To'Kola slammed his body against the hard, warm durasteel gate. The metal groaned at the pressure the massive man hefted against it. The gate had nearly been breached only seconds before. A number of the hulking warriors had made it to the gate and were attempting to bash it in. With his massive body barricaded against it, as well as piles and tons of metal, the gate was holding. He heard the soft chirp of his holocomm, even as loud crashes on the other side of the gate threatened to overtake the thunder of blaster fire. The moment his holocomm chirped, he heard [member="Voph"] on the other end of the communication device. The man was a powerful warrior and having him behind enemy lines would do them some good, of course there was still reality to face.

"I have no soldiers to reinforce you. You're on your own!" He yelled back over the hail of blaster fire and never ending banging. The wall behind To'Kola began to bend and heave, to the point where he was forced to slam his back against it, forcing it shut once more. He glanced up, just as a number of shadows seemed to fall down around him. Their ebony metallic bodies moved with an inhuman speed, and every movement was calculated perfection. The Commando droids ran forward, pushing their own bodies against the wall as well.

The deep voice of the primary unit, called out to the War Marshal. "Sir, we can take care of this, please fall back." It recommended. To'Kola pushed himself off the wall, gesturing back to the droids as he moved away from the wall. "Reinforce that wall, now!" He called out. A small squad of B-1's walked up to the War Marshal, with a concerned tone to their voices. "War Marshal, we don't have anything else to reinforce the walls with. Also, the outer marker for section 31-B has fallen. More enemy reinforcements are en route." To'Kola nodded, but merely gestured up to the wall. "Move out, we need as much firepower in that tunnel as possible." The Droid's offered a brief, roger roger, before moving out as ordered.

That was when it happened.

A massive explosion filled the room. To'Kola's ears rang as he was thrown onto the ground. Everything seemed to move so slow from there. He could see them, their black and gold armor covered in masses of smoke and dirt. To'Kola pushed himself to a knee, coughing out the dirt that had filled his lungs when the wall exploded out. He turned back to see one of the warriors stalking towards him. Those crimson eyes had a deadly intent to them.

To'Kola struggled to get his body to move. It was as if it was locked up, every muscle fighting back against him.

​It was not long before one of the behemoths stood over him. Time was running out. His hand tightened around his war spear, to the point where it was nearly pale from the pressure. He turned, yelling out savagely as his blade sliced through the air. It took all his strength just to puncture the warrior's armor. The warmaster recoiled, making a sound like a broken furnace billowing fire. He doubled over, yet when To'Kola pulled the spear from his leg, there was less than an inch of blood on the tip of the weapon. He'd just barely gotten through the armor.

Still, it was better than nothing. His left hand curled into a heavy fist and with all his might he launched it forward. "Mayelfa!"

 

[Thalliesin Bard]

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Thalliesin Bard and His Vanguard had found a way through the chaos and into the inner wall when an explosion sounded through the tunnels.​

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"That was probably the gate to the south of here we need to get there and reinforce before too many of them can get through"​

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"Well todays as good a day to die as any"​

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"Remember leave the fighting to the rest of us...can't have you dying on us yet can we?"​

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"It is not I who dies this day."​

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[Haastal Haran]

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Objective: Destroy Enemy Warship | Tags: [member="Safira Varad"] | Post: I​

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This is the worst plan ever.

When Haastal took the controls of the Screaming queen, he had not thought his plan to break through the blockade would be so...stupid. The man was intent on bringing down one of the enemy warships so that the CIS infiltrators could get through to the ground forces. Well, there were two ways of doing that. The smart way would be to use their smaller, lighter, tactically superior fighter to distract one of the warships while another fighter targeted it's critical systems. Then....there was the way he was doing it now. He stood behind the controls of the ship, hastily pulling his beskar'gam over his head as he called out to Safira. "Hey! Strap in! Strap in!" He yelled, gesturing back to one of the passenger seats in the back of the ship.

When he glanced up, he could see the large warship that was growing closer and closer at rapid rates.

"Oh, kriff me!" He yelled, before running back to the passenger bay. He had sent most power in the fighter to the shields, to kind of soften the blow. Of course, that would only be so effective, there was something to be said about crashing a ship into the side of a behemoth of a warship. Stupid, that was what could be said about it. It was only a few seconds after Haastal had strapped himself in that his world turned to hell. The starfighter gave a violent jerk and the sound of metal slamming against metal filled his ears. He felt his body jerk and writhe violently, to the point where he's surprised his neck didn't snap. It was over just as soon as it started.

His HUD showed a number of flashing icons and notifications, most warning him of the extreme environment his body had entered. Oxygen was gone. It was a good thing he had put on his helmet. After tapping the side of his seat, his armored body was released from the man harnesses that kept him from flying all over the cabin. He fell to the ground with a loud, audible groan. Haastal wanted to throw up or shoot himself, either one. His breathing was rapid and labored, causing another notification to come up on his HUD. "Shut the hell up!" He groaned out, before falling over to his side and rolling on his back. "Safira..." He called out, in a mixture of agitation and pain. He heard nothing, so he would call out again. "Safira!" This time the call was louder and filled with even more pain.

"Damn idiot..." He muttered about himself, rolling back onto his belly and pushing himself to his knees. He ran his hand over his waist, pulling his blaster pistol from it's holster. There was no way the enemy was not sending some type of response team to find out just what the hell had gone wrong.

 

[Jeanne-Marie Antoinette]

Location: Rugosa ~ Objective: Evacuate ~ Tags: [member="Faye Malvern"]​

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*Blip...Blip...Blip* The sound was deafening. Chaos and destruction surrounded her on all fronts, but all she could hear was the maddening sound of here holo-communicator. Vassals from back home were desperately trying to reach their Duchess after news of the situation reached them. They tried to stop the young Duchess from going, warned her that she was not ready to see such horrors. She ignored them. Adamant that throwing herself into the fray would somehow prove herself to the big boys and girls of the political world. As her vassals had warned, nothing could have prepared her for what she was to experience on Rugosa.

"KEEP HOLDING MY LADY, DON'T LET GO" Faye's soft eyes, bloodshot from crying, shot up to the back of the soldiers head who's jacket she was holding on to. His commanding voice drew her attention away from her holo-communicator and back to him...and the war zone. Faye was previously at a small command encampment that was bombed, killing about a dozen. Faye was lucky to only receive minor injuries, the same could not be said about a poor soul with her. Two soldiers were carrying an injured soldier, who was struck in the stomach with shrapnel from the explosion, to the hospital tents. One soldier was carrying the man from under the arms, the other from the legs. The soldier who was carrying the man under the arms had noticed the Duchess laying on the ground in shock after the explosion. He picked her up, gave her some words of encouragement and ordered her to not let go of his jacket. The group made their way excruciatingly slowly through the battlefield. Small crystal tears rolled down Faye's pale cheeks as they tried to reach sanctuary of the hospital tents.

Is this the reality of being a peacekeeping diplomat? Rushing through battlefields covered in blood not your own, watching good men and women of all ages and races die mercilessly? Is it not supposed to be lavish gowns, sipping tea with the queens of the galaxy and catching eyes with a charming senator on some garden world? Evidently, Faye had romanticized her role. The young Duchess was serious about being a voice for galactic peace in the galaxy. If this is what she had to do to achieve her goal of galactic peace, then she would do whatever it takes.

"WE'RE HERE" Faye shakily peered from behind the back of the brave soldier escorting her. There it was, the hospital tent. Still a place of immense danger, but seemed like a haven for some reason. The group entered the tent and the soldier shouted in a pleading tone "HE NEEDS HELP. HE IS BLEEDING BADLY". The two soldiers set the injured man down and Faye let go of the soldier, nail imprints were left in his jacket from Faye's tight grip. Faye fell to her knees beside the injured the soldier, soothingly stroking his cheek. "It will be okay...please hang in there". Faye looked behind her to thank the soldiers who saved her, but they were gone. They had left as quickly as they had entered the tent, off to do more fighting. They truly were heroes.

Faye's attention was grabbed by the feeling off a cold hand grasping hers. She turned immediately the injured soldier, his eyes flickering as he slowly began to loose consciousness. Her eye's widened. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP" The young Duchess pleaded with everyone in the tent.

 

[Safira Haran]

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Objective: Destroy Enemy Warships | [member=Hastaal Verd]​

This was one of the most stupid ideas the pair of them had come up with. While Safira ordinarily preferred spending her time with the measured and calculated Isley, who always thought three steps ahead, she had more recently been evolving a friendship with Haastal Verd. He was the complete opposite of her soul mate, wild and untamed much like the woman herself. Thus far they had been getting themselves into serious trouble, first by overhauling a freighter, then by completely wiping out an entire gang. Each time they went on a mission together Safira was taken aback by how weird and crazy they could get, but this took the cake.

Hastaal's shouts were barely audible over the loud screeching the navigational systems produced, but she heard well enough. Just in front, taking over a large portion of the view screen, was the looming shadow of a warship growing nearer and nearer. It was so close now it cast the cockpit in darkness, forcing the automatic lights to shine their brightest. Safira did not need to be told twice. She threw herself into the passenger seat behind Hastaal and hastily strapped the seat belt around her chest. There was just enough time for her fist to smack the top of her buy'ce and push it over her thick curls when a deafening crunch filled her ears.

For what felt like an age, but in reality was only a moment, that was all Safira could hear. The crunch of their hull as they collided head first into the giant warship, followed by static as her hearing device shorted out from the sudden jerk. Then... nothing.

'Safira...' Hastaal's voice filtered into her ears, fuzzy and muted. The sable skinned woman forced her eyes open. 'Hastaal?' The confusion in her voice was real, but only for a brief moment. She remembered where she was, she remembered what had happened. Still shaking from the shock she reached down to fumble with the belt. 'ARGH!' Crying out was all she had time to do as she fell face first onto the floor beside Hastaal. 'Safira!' His voice came through again, louder this time, but still half the volume it should have been. 'Shut your damn mouth will you? I'm right here.' There was a searing pain ripping through the back of her head, but that wasn't what she was trying to focus on. Nor was it the shrieks her HUD made to warn her of the lack of oxygen.

It was the distant sound of heavily armoured feet on metal walkways.

'Are you alright?' Her rasped voice managed to croak out. One quick glance at her companion told her he was fine enough to fight, and judging by the blaster he grasped he was already aware they had company. 'One of my hearing aids has busted. Take the right side...' As she stood shakily too her feet she motioned toward the only door into the cabin, aside from the gaping holes that now littered the hull. They were trapped, and surrounded. Their only way out of this was through what Safira guessed was a team at least eight strong from the footsteps alone. With unsure steps Safira carried herself across the jagged cracks in the cockpit floor. When she reached the door she pressed her back firmly against it and released her own blaster from her belt. After a few reassuring breathes, she nodded her head toward Hastaal to signal she was ready.

The situation seemed to be a dire one, but Mandalorians always worked best under pressure.

 

[Faye Malvern]

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Location: Rugosa | Objective: Evacuate | [member=Faye Irithiel]​

Shouting and screaming came from all directions, Faye didn't know which way to turn. After the first patient or two, Faye began to drown it out. It helped her focus on her manipulation of the force, and most of all it helped ease the crushing weight of pain that wasn't even her own. With each wound her power stitched, with every drop of blood it replenished, another soul was saved. It felt good to have a purpose beyond the danger. Despite the great battle prowess held by bother of her brothers, Faye had quickly come to terms with the fact that she wasn't cut out for war, but at least she had the experience now. She knew she was capable.

Time ticked by, as she healed one patient another three came in, but Faye was too lost in her own mind to notice.

'HE NEEDS HELP, HE IS BLEEDING BADLY.' Faye looked up from her work on a minor head injury, searching out the voice that called sound loudly above the clamour of war. Along the row of the injured and dying sat a woman who seemed to be neither of the two, but she did appear to be in some distress. The soldier she lent over was covered head to toe in a fresh, sticky red substance that Faye could smell from all the way on the other side of the tent. She waited, eyes fixed on the woman with hair the colour of leaves in the fall. Waiting for someone, anyone to come to the soldiers aid. It was a tent full of professionals after all.

'PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP.' Pain. Guilt. Agony. Faye could feel it, like a sharp knife twisting at her soul. How could she refuse? With quite reassurances to her current patient that she would return, Faye stood from her seat and picked her way through the bustling crowd of soldiers, doctors and nurses. There was a small amount of hesitation in her step as she grew nearer, for the further she inched toward the man, the more the icy hand of death began to creep through her soul.

Be. Brave.

The voice in her mind echoed, forcing her to swallow a wave of anxiety, forcing her to still her beating heart. She could save this man and cut the dreaded call of death short, or she could stand here and wait for him to come knocking. 'I'm not sure how much I can be of help... But I can try.' She spoke briefly to the woman, who appeared to be as much out of her depth as Faye was.

It felt like introductions would be moot, names were not important when a life was at stake. Instead Faye immediately got to work, stretching out her hands over the soldier's stomach. The change in atmosphere was instant. Quite in both word and posture, there was nothing but concentration written on the Minister's face. A wave of force rippled across the camp bed he lay on, fluttering the corners of the sheets with a breeze unfelt by any mortal skin. The damage was deep, Faye could feel it with the tendrils of dark power that force one sought to heal instead of harm.

A few minutes passed by, but for Faye it felt like an eternity. The air around her felt so riddled with tension she could have sliced it with a flick of her finger. The concentration had caused thin pearls of opalescent sweat to drip down her sun kissed face, but the effort was worth it. The wound was healing. 'I think I've done all I can...' Exhaustion apparent in her voice, Faye allowed her hands to slap down against her armour, followed by the creak of her chair as she lent against it. In the moment everything had seemed to silent, so still. The only thing that had mattered was focusing, but upon returning to reality Faye found nothing had changed.

Blasters still sounded in the distance, screams and shouts still filled the tent, war still raged.

'He's passed out, so he should be comfortable. He's not alright just yet, but he can be moved now.' After remembering her manners, Faye managed to offer the woman opposite her a weary smile. 'My name is Faye Malvern.' Was small talk appropriate in such a dire time? Perhaps not, but she had energy for little else. The one thing she could agree with herself on was the fact that out here, titles were irrelevant. 'Did you know him well?' Her eyes darted quickly to the solider, now deep in the sweet respite of slumber.

 

[A'Runda]

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Tags: [member="Thalliesin Bard"] [member="ToKola Bakari"] @Keva @Tiria Reinhart [member="Voph"]​

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A'Runda reached out with The Force and ripped the elevator doors open before getting himself into the elevator shaft. Looking up into it he could see what looked like the ceiling pressing down towards him. Thanks to what the Tusken had in mind this elevator was going to be out of order. Holding his hands out above him he reached up to the heavens inside the shaft. Then he clenched his fists and a rumble followed. The shaft he was in echoed with the sounds of groaning metal as he began to use The Force to crush the elevator and the enemies that were inside.

Standing firmly in place A'Runda would hold the elevator up with The Force. For his aching body it felt like he was needing to lift a very heavy weight. With the sounds of grinding gears from the elevator stopping in place, it was soon followed by a sudden loud crunch. Like an aluminum can being crushed the elevator collapsed on all sides. Seeing no reason to keep it up he let go with The Force and the metal box fell down the shaft. As metal on metal screeched A'Runda leaped out of the shaft back in the tunnel. Diving onto the ground he turned his head back to see the elevator slam into the bottom of the shaft. Even if The Warmasters were in some sort of super suit, the Tusken could only imagine a bloody, pulpy mess as their bodies were crushed into apple sauce within their own suits.

Getting up from the floor A'Runda quickly limped his way over to the shaft to make sure there weren't any survivors. Looking up he saw the shaft was filled with red emergency lights now that the elevator was out of order. However, at the very top he could see more soldiers starting to make their way down. They were repelling now that he'd broken their previous mod of transport. Being filled with annoyance at their determination A'Runda figured his actions at least slowed them down a little before turning back to get with the rest of his allies in this sprawling base.