Dominion Grass and Glass | GA Dominon of Chandrila

[Keln Geel]

Bormea Sector // Nadiri Dockyards
Objective: BYOO - Liberate Nadiri Dockyards
Allies: Andien Gale Constantine Oliva Shattered_Mirror
Enemies: Dorian Sevanar
Complement:

1 x Scythe-class Main Battlecruiser, "ASV Krakana"​

1 x SS02 X-wing Starfighter Squadron, "Chiaki Squadron"​

1 x AI01 A-wing Interceptor Squadron, "Aiwha Squadron"​

1 x YB02 Y-wing Starbomber Squadron, "Tra'cor Squadron"​

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In a sharp maneuver, the Krakana banks hard to make a break from the fleet's initial formation. Breaking away on a 90-degree angle, the starship begins its wide flank, using its superior speed and maneuverability to keep out of the cross-hairs of the significantly slower Pellaeon III and Donnagers. The sudden arrival of Commodore Oliva's line on the opposite side of the dockyard brings a goofy smirk to the young Mon Cal's face. In their current positioning, they were set to completely surround the hostile force.

With the Krakana's defenses at full power, the Star Destroyer's ion barrage delivers lackluster results as the ambient energy is absorbed by the battlecruiser's advanced ray and ion shielding. The Captain's bulbous eyes follow the streaking lights of the barrage from the viewport of the bridge, nervously watching as each hit dissipates against their shielding with violent ripple. Were they not at a distance and focusing power to their defenses, the situation may have been more concerning.

The unexpected notice that the Pallaeon III had been disabled in Taldrogo's assault brings some cheer among the bridge crew, but Geel himself remains quiet and focused.

"Their starfighters are outmatching our A-wings," another officer shouts, "Aiwha Squadron is already reporting 33% casualties."

Keln drums his clawed fingers on his arm rest. Galactic-class; speedy bastards. They were much weaker than the A-wings, but just as fast and far more maneuverable. They didn't have the pilots they needed right now against those kind of odds.

"Karabast," he mutters under his breath, "deploy Chiaki Squadron in a defensive formation and get our interceptors back in the hangar. Someone send a request to Commodore Oliva's line for additional starfighter support."

"Sir, detecting a surge of Cronau radiation!" the junior sensor officer calls out. The senior officer of the station, 2nd Lt. Jechis, quickly moves to observe the readout from over the young human's shoulder. Looking back to his fellow countryman-in-exile with his bulbous eyes narrowed in contempt, the Mon Calamari officer informs Keln of the news, "A reinforcing fleet has just arrived, Captain."

There is a momentary spike of adrenaline at the new, but it quickly calms when the new scans are overlayed to the tactical map. Several more lumbering capital ships? Easy targets! The Captain's gullet twitches as he lets out a roaring laugh, "Yeah, this really is an Imperial fleet, aint it? Well, just keep our engines flared and we've got nothin' ta worry about. Oliva's frigates should dance around these Imps with ease."

 

[Jasol Dorsian]

Location: Chandrilla
Objective: Silver Harvest Moons
Tags: Dorian Sevanar Marcad

"Sir. Reports are coming in of Imperial forces engaging Alliance personal nearby. We should evac now." Dorsian looked for at the marine. "Corporal might I remind you I am more than a capable soldier. Not only am I armed but I've stood in your boots. I will be fine where I am." he said looking around as the news of the skirmish began to spread. "If you feel it necessary you may call in the Armed Envoy to provide overwatch." he told the corporal who nodded and spoke into his commlink. "Sunray to Armed Envoy. Begin arial overwatch at grid coordinates 244379. Possible hostiles inbound." The Wyvern-Class Gunship spun up its engines and the pilot spoke back to the corporal. "10-4 Sunray, Armed Envoy is enroute."

Jasol watched above as the heavily armed gunship moved into position. It's air-to-air missiles would provide adequate protection for itself and the flack cannons would keep Jasol covered. Jasol was unfazed by the prospect of an imminent attack and saw instead an opportunity. Any prisoners would prove valuable, in terms of locating imperial equipment and giving his troops a new set of trainers if the Clones of the 327th refused. Nevertheless he continued on his mission, eyeing Marcad Sergeant as he spoke to Agent 66.

 

[Trevin Neros]

Chandrila // Supply Train // En route to Naylin
Objective: 1 - Local Motives
Complement: Din Marren | Camo Orerig | Olen Halcorr | Westenra Mina

The sound of the blaster fire above alerted Trevin that his plan had worked. He lifted himself up and noticed that the area had been cleared and he motioned for Drave and Lilst to come up with him. Activating the magnetic boots he kept himself positioned on top of the train as Din Marren gave him an atta boy for his plan. "I am a fan of the theater." He said with a smirk as the comms lit up and their fellow Ranger Camo Orerig stated they had more fun at the front of the hovertrain.

<"Alright then. Rangers lead the way.">

"Our specialty, sir!" He heard Lilst and Drave clank armor behind him and could feel their excitement. What started as a simple guarding corn mission had turned into quite the fun day. They had a few contacts to deal with in front of them so both teams quickly engaged them. Drave was able to take out a few and so was Trevin while Lilst complained that he wasn't able to take any out as they traversed to the front of the train. It went relatively smooth and he knew the three of them were showing out for the commandos. This was the first step in getting respect among the GADF. They had to prove themselves useful.

It did not take long for them to clear out the hostiles and get to the front of the train and Trevin leapt down to the door and landed next to Camo Orerig . "Sergeant Major," Trevin said with a quick salute as he landed next to his superior officer. He glanced down at the bodies and he felt a tinge of guilt as they had relied on them for protection. He reached up and pressed a button on his helmet and a quick scan inside the door revealed around 8 hostiles who were in far superior position. There did not seem to be any civilians in there with them but when dealing with civilian transport they had to assume that there were always civilians. "Eight hostiles inside, holed up nice and good, does not appear to be any innocents in there." He turned to Olen and looked up at the LT Din. He was not the commanding officer so he had no authority to issue out any commands.

"Sirs, I recommend we hit them with a flash or something disorienting, then we rush in and rely on having the superior weaponry and training. Obviously, that is risky, but we have to get them down before the train arrives and they cause more damage. Better we lose our lives than a shitload of innocent people." Drave and Lilst nodded in agreement and let out a little agreeing shout.

 

[Camo Orerig]

Objective 1 -- Local Motives // Chandrilla -- Suply Train
Trevin Neros Din Marren

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Camo held point, not the easiest task with the train moving as fast as it was, but nothing he couldn't handle, he tried to get a better reading of the situation whilst waiting for backup, his main role though was to ensure no one else joined however many enemies were already on the wrong side of the car. Thankfully he didn't have to wait a huge amount of time, say what you want about Trevin's extravagant style of offence, the guy was quick, as where the rest of his squad.

Camo listened to Trevin's input, his leg twinged, or was he imagining it? The last time he'd ran into somewhere dark, outnumbered he'd woken up in a hospital in Hajibar, spending days in rehabilitation just to walk again, every now and then his leg gave him a reminder of that, but there wasn't really much choice here, besides tearing the car to shreds from the outside and that wasn't a realistic approach.

He tilted his head to crack his neck, moving his attention away from his leg, he had to admire Trevin's forthright appraisal of the situation, realistically he was right, to the GA they were expendable, the people that could be damaged by this train and shipment going ary on the other hand were much more important. Camo was reminded of a scalding he once received from his father, "they'll chew you up and spit you out when they have no more use for you boy, you need to become an officer and fast, you're gettin' to old for this skrag" he was right of course, not that Camo would admit to such a thing.

"Seem's like a sound POA Sergeant Neros, I was thinking we could add a bit of a diversion from the other end of the cart, perhaps some charges or a plasma cutter, let them think we are heading in that way and hit them from behind, any objections?" he spoke with confidence but not with an ounce of overruling his fellow ranger, his title did make him superior to Trevin here but it wouldn't be long before the man outranked Camo, after all he had no intention on climbing the rank race like others did.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

//: Pint-Sized Terror //:
//: Chandrila //: Some Caves //:
//: Auteme //: Aldric //: Mishel Kryze //:

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The caves were something Charlie had seen before; her mother was notorious for dragging the young padawan through caverns, not to mention her friend Finley. Having recently found herself wandering away from her mother's enclave on Kiribi, Charlie had latched herself to the Galactic Alliance's New Jedi Order. She wanted to learn about the other Jedi in the galaxy, having grown up under the Silver Jedi tutelage. Today, she wandered behind a quirky looking man and a bookish girl that reminded her of her mother's old photos. ​

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Charlie wrinkled her nose as the two nerds were fascinated by how the crystals formed along the cavern's walls. The girl was unimpressed, she wanted to hit something, and she had already gotten a stern look from Auteme about how it wasn't right to hit things, especially books. A pout remained on the girl's lips as she wandered and admired the cavern-like the two before her. As they walked, there was a scraping noise as the girl's long heavy sword dragged slightly when they hit terrain that had a slant. Sighing, as she grew bored with the excursion, Charlie found a small seat and plopped down. ​

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The girl pulled out one of her hammers and a lunch box in the same motion. She crouched down, finding a stray crystal that had broken off from time, it had become her focus as well as the hammers. Looking out from the corner of her eye, she saw Adric and Auteme continue to gush and work their way farther into the cavern. Smiling happily, she looked towards her lunch and popped open the lid to reveal a row of sponge cakes that were made by her mother. A small note from the woman laid delicately on top, but Charlie dug into the cakes and pulled out one loafed yellow cake. Bringing the treat to her nose, she inhaled profoundly smelling its sweetness, and the hint of whipped cream meant that they were filled. ​

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Opening her mouth wide, the Seoulian girl shoved the cake whole into her mouth. If she had not become a Jedi, she would have been one of the best mukbang holotubers on the holonet. Charlie chewed happily as she started to smash the hammer into the crystal shard, getting that lovely urge to destroy things out of her. Charlie had hoped there were going to be monsters and crystal beasts like in her video games. One day, she thought quietly she would be able to be like her hero Laura Kroft and her favorite aunt Allyson Locke and destroy some gross monsters in a cave. Tilting her head, she always found Allyson and Laura looking reasonably similar. Shrugging it off, she ate another sponge cake and looked towards where Auteme and Aldric wandered off. She blinked quickly and called out to her fellow padawan. "Auteme? Where are you?" ​

 

[Auteme]

E X P L O R E R
Aldric Charlie Nooran Mishel Kryze | Crystal Canyons Gang​

"That's a good point," she replied to the master. "Draethos is so far from Basic, and I'm certain that they had many unique observations." Still, there was a lot wrong with Galactic Basic from a linguistic standpoint and a cultural standpoint. It was a point to how humans were in many ways the dominant race in the galaxy. Their language was the one considered the 'baseline' nearly everywhere. "Ordinals, the spelling system... plurals, too, and articles 'the' and 'a'."

Auteme smiled to herself. "Then again, words like 'assiduous' make the language worth speaking."

The padawan stared further into the crystals, every moment revealing something new in the formations. Geology was in some ways a science she preferred more for the art than the logic and facts. To her it always seemed like proof that the natural world was beautiful, that the galaxy always intended for things to become worth exploring for when life eventually created beings and minds that could appreciate its beauty. Even when she seemingly understood everything there was to understand about the galaxy, it never stopped being worth seeing. Curiosity gnawed at her. She stared on into the crystals.

Until something moved. A shadow, flitting in the darkness. She spun around, searching the canyon for what she'd seen. There it was again. It disappeared behind a crystal, only for another shadow to appear further down. Were they being lead, or watched? Was it a native or another creature? Was the Force trying to show her something? "Did you see that?" She asked Aldric.

"Auteme? Where are you?" ​

Her gaze left the shadow for a moment as Charlie called out to her. By the time she looked back, it was gone. Auteme sighed and walked back a bit. "We're over here, Charlie!" She called. The other padawan wasn't nearly as interested in their assignment, but was there nonetheless. Why had she brought a sword? Auteme didn't know. Part of her wanted to confiscate it. For now she held off -- the shadow had drawn her curiosity for the moment.

 

[Shattered_Mirror]

BYOO - Battle for Nadiri.
Location: Asteroid Belt -> Nadiri Dockyards.
Objective: Liberate Nadiri from Imperial Control.
Taskforce Composition:

• One MC140c Scythe - Class Main Battle Cruiser, “ANS Eidolon II.”
  • One Squadron of B-wing Heavy Assault Starfighters, “Green Squadron.”
  • One Squadron of E-wing Multi-role Starfighters, “Blue Squadron.”
  • One Squadron of HAAT’s
    • Sigma Squad.
• Two Gravastar - Class Interdiction Frigates, “ANS Valiant Resolve,” and “ANS Duro’s Trident.”

Captain Jianna lost count of how often the Eidolon II engaged the naval assets of an Imperial Remnant. The Core Worlds were seemingly rife with Imperialists who couldn't understand, accept the fact that they'd lost, and that their fever dream of an Imperial resurgence was long dead. The Core had enough Imperials to last several lifetimes and paid dearly every time an Imperialist regime came to power. Never again. That was the oath that many swore as the Galactic Alliance was reformed and regained governance of the Galaxy's proverbial heart. Never again would the Core Regions fall prey to the capricious whims of those that cared little for their people. Who willingly threw spent their lives like they were coin, and all for a lost cause.

So, when word had reached the Eidolon II of an Imperial seizure of Nadiri Dockyards, she ordered her cruiser to make for the Bormea Sector with all haste. The Expeditionary Fleet that she had been attached to at Lialic successfully repulsed the Imperial presence there, leaving her free to race to Nadiri's aid. However, the Eidolon II wouldn't be alone. The Valiant Resolve, alongside Duro's Trident, elected to follow Captain Saren's lead. They were the newest additions to the Defence Force and found themselves filling a gap that the Fleet's of the Galactic Alliance sorely needed. They were specialized Interdictors, which would ideally trap their quarry in the system once their gravity wells were activated. At least until the Interdictors were disabled or destroyed, or the enemy suffered a similar fate.

As the small flotilla emerged from hyperspace, with their teeth bared and defensive barriers flickering to life - Captain Saren ordered that they sync their IFF transponders with the other elements of the Alliance Navy. When that action was complete, another Deck Officer reported that they had finished registering the Imperial Squadron's positional data that currently occupied Nadiri Dockyards.

There were three Pellaeon III - Class Star Destroyers in the system, one being disabled by Queen Moradi's superior firepower. The other two were apparently the newest arrivals on the scene, and likely moving to engage, and hopefully sweep the largest Alliance Warship from the field. The Warhammer - Class Heavy Star Destroyer was an all too familiar sight, however, and as its focus was solely on the Moradi - Jianna figured that her earlier assumption was correct. In wiping out the largest Alliance warship on the battlefield, this Imperial Warlord would be able to dominate through sheer firepower alone and breakthrough the potential encirclement.

However, such a factor came at a cost. The Imperial warship was needlessly large and likely followed the standard Imperial armament distribution practices. As the Nadiri Dockyards were set within an asteroid field - that warship's maneuverability and speed would be halved - especially when they moved to link up with their friends occupying the Shipyards. That meant the smaller and considerably more swift and agile warships of the Alliance could take advantage of the astronavigational terrain and their collective capabilities as well. Sure, there was a collective swarm of smaller, more agile Imperial fighters - but they were like gnats against their opposition, likely falling in higher frequencies than their Alliance counterparts.

As her eyes drank in the details of the battlefield, artfully represented by the Command Deck's holoprojector and the Warship's AI, Jianna found her attention drifting back towards the hololithic representation of the Eidolon II.

Her warship was presently positioned above the Galactic plane, and the Imperial Squadron thereafter. Her current heading would allow her to effectively deny One-Fourth of the Heavy Star Destroyer's armament potential, as they set themselves up to swing in behind the Imperial Warship. The Valiant Resolve remained behind, as it used the cover bequeathed by the asteroid field to warm-up and subsequently activate it's gravity well generators. When those grav-wells were active - the Imperial forces would be stuck in the system and subjected to death by a thousand cuts. The Duro's Trident fell into formation - holding close to the Eidolon II as it moved towards an advantageous position.

"Inform the Commodore's that the Eidolon II will be flanking the Heavy Star Destroyer with the Krakana," Jianna said through a tight-lipped smile. "Once we're situated behind that bastard, we'll be sure to disable it and apprehend whoever's in command. Also," She said, as her gaze shifted towards Virgil - the Synthetic Construct who oversaw much of the Eidolon's operations. "Inform the leaders of Blue and Green Squadron that they've got Command Clearance to launch. I want our heavy B-wings to take care of their fighters and provide cover for the Vigilant, while Blue remains on-station should we kick the proverbial hornet's nest."

Virgil nodded before his digital consciousness split its attention to carry out Jianna's commands.

"Mister Tyrna," the Half-Hapan Captain called out, as she flicked her eyes towards the Gunnery Control terminals. "I want firing solutions on our mass-drivers as soon as you have them, and launch seventeen magpulse torpedoes - interception spread - across that Warhammer's prow. With how close it's escorts are, they'll likely soar right into our munitions - lest they decide to incur the asteroid belt's wroth. Should any of their Fighter Squadrons break off their interception duties and seek to hinder, or harass our advance - I want the Ion cannons warmed up and ready to fire."

"Aye, ma'am!"​

With the opening gambit and manoeuvre made, Jianna returned her eyes to the tactical hololithic display and waited to see what would happen next in this spatial skirmish.

Spoiler: After Action Report

• Eidolon II, Vigilant Resolve, and Duro's Trident Arrive on Station; Above the Galactic Plane.
• Vigilant Resolve begins activating it's Gravity Wells; Uses the Asteroid Belt for cover.
• Eidolon II, and Duro's Trident swing wide to flank the Enforcer; thus completing the Encirclement.
• Green and Blue Squadrons are scrambling.
• Eidolon II starts acquiring firing solutions for its mass-drivers (railguns) and launches 17 magpulse (EMP) torpedoes at the Enforcer and the two Pellaeon III's moving to attack the Starhawk III (Queen Moradi.)

| Andien Gale | Keln Geel | Constantine Oliva |
| Dorian Sevanar |​

 

[Din Marren]

Chandrila // Supply Train // En route to Naylin
Objective: 1 - Local Motives
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Trevin Neros | Camo Orerig | Olen Halcorr | Westenra Mina

Din & Lark stomp behind the Rangers as their growing team advance along the tops of the railcars. Their eyes follow every target indicator as it appears, but they simply raise their weapons to prepare for returning fire and allow the Sergeant and his men to clear the path ahead. Din respected the Rangers even despite the rivalry that often brewed between the soldiers of the Defense Force's Army and Navy. It was cultural for him, as far as he was concerned. Back on Carida, the ability to hold a rifle with proper form and use it with purpose went a long way.

Thudding to the lower level behind Trevin and rising to his full height, Din's T-visor shifts from soft blue to a pale red as he scans through the lead car's duranium hull to confirm the hostile presence within.

Behind the cover of his expressionless mask, Dare's eyes shift between the two as they bounce a plan among them.

<"Good plan. I'll climb back up and drop infront of their viewports -- should scare the hell out of them. Make 'em think we plan to bust through,"> he reaches over his head to lock his rifle to his back, <"When I send a red marker to your tactical visors, we all bust through. Just watch your IFFs to avoid friendly fire and check your targets to confirm hostility.">

He takes a half-step backward to get a better angle to jump back up to the ledge, <"If we can take any of these mercs alive, we might be able to get the location of this Warlord from them. It's not the objective, but I'm sure it'd put a smile on Command's face. Maybe they'll send us to pay him a visit down the road.">

At that, he springs up and clings to the ledge with ease with the help of his power-assisted armour. He hoists himself up and back to his feet, then moves across the lead car as fast as possible while fighting through the resistance of heavy winds.

<<Good luck>> he adds over their comm-channel.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Crystal Canyons
Post 3
Aldric | Auteme | Charlie Nooran

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Chandrila was beautiful, and its crystals even more. The figure ran a hand across the formations down a windy path along the cliff's edge. Thus far it seemed nothing more than a silhouette perhaps a figment of one's imagination. Yet there was something to the figure, the Force was undoubtedly stronger around this presence. As mysterious as they were they once more looked to be in the form of a woman who walked down toward a cavern. The cavern opened up considerably once the threshold was crossed. Crystal formations glittered throughout it, they were not kyber per se, but they still held power to work for either Jedi or Sith.​

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An illumination appeared within the formation's reflection, the face of a woman. Could it be the ghostly figure that seemed to walk amongst the formations here? Perhaps it was someone who belonged to the nearby tomb? The sound of crystals cracking, and rocks crumbling could be heard from within the cavern. Any further investigations would reveal nothing there. At least not right away, as the silhouette approached the nearest humanoids they could find. It approached without apprehension but there was no malice within its presence. Instead, it investigated them and then disappeared. ​

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It would reappear in the cavern once more as the sounds of the cavern's instability became more and more apparent. Light began to take hold in the once darkened form, glimpses of the figure's personhood began to emerge. At a glance she might remind some of a Dark Jedi known throughout the Galaxy, Siobhan Kerrigan. Another glance and she might've looked more like Valessia Brentioch, while not known as a Dark Jedi - perhaps more closely affiliated with the Sith and the First Order. A third glance would reveal that the person at least genetically resembled the two but then the figure once more disappeared. ​

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Where it had gone remained a mystery, but only momentarily.​

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As the tomb within the canyons suddenly came to life... ​

 

[Marcad]

Location: Hanna City, Chandrila
Tags: Loske Treicolt
Objective II

“It’s not a mask, it’s a helmet; there’s a difference,” the clone corporal said plainly, not amused if Loske meant it as a joke or not. A helmet at least gave them the benefit of surviving a blaster bolt, a mask did not.

“Orders from our commander. He’s been leading us since when shit hit the fan in the CIC.” Of course the commander was a clone like them in the same genes. “I’m Badger and he’s Dreist, those are our unofficial names. I can give you the one you’re most likely to forget though.”

Surprisingly in a unit with men sharing the same face and blood, they did enjoy being their own individuals. The name they chose or were given was important to their identity much so like their service. But who would they serve? Without some entity to pledge to their purpose almost meant nothing.

“Is that what you think, or is that some sort of propaganda they force down people’s throats? We’re not meat machines, we’re soldiers and we’re proud of that. We were created with purpose, a purpose that’s bigger than us and which I’m happily to serve to and lay down my life for...or at least that purpose was there with the old Confederation.” Dreist knew he was more than just what these people thought of him to be. He abhorred any pity from people thinking he was a slave when he knew he was choosing the life he wanted. What he did was more honorable than a barbaric warrior pillaging a village for pleasure.

And speaking of free will, “We’ll all be continuing our lives as soldiers, I don’t think a civilian life is optimal for us,” every clone in their Corps did not hesitate in giving a uniformed answer of staying in the Corps. It was more than just that as it was a band of brotherhood and anyone who wanted to leave would betray that brotherhood. “We just don’t know if to stay in the Alliance or not,” people like the Alliance was something they were warned about and programmed to be suspicious of as well as the Jedi and Sith.

 

[Andien Gale]

Allies: Shattered_Mirror Keln Geel Constantine Oliva
Enemies: Dorian Sevanar
Objective: BYOO - Take the Shipyards Back
OOF
Compliment

• The Queen Moradi: Starhawk-Class Battleship
  • All Support Craft Destroyed
  • 3/10 Squadrons Destroyed
  • Launched: 5/7 Remaining Squadrons
    • X-wings 2 Squadrons
    • E-Wings 1 Squadron
    • B-Wings 2 Squadrons
• Relentless Negotiator: Negotiator-class Light Cruiser
• Aggressive Negotiator: Negotiator-class Light Cruiser

The Ion Cannons completely disabled the Pallaeon which brought cries of victory. After all, with that vessel down the rest was going to be an easy mop up. Taldrogo stroked his fleshy chin in thought with his large hand. Some people thought it was unsanitary that his species did nearly everything with their massive oversized fists but their dexterity and strength made them excellent behind the seat of wild machines like swoops and podracers. While neither of these skills translated to ship command they were two good reasons to not attempt mutiny at least.

His eyes fell on the tactical reading. Though the hit was welcome, the fight was far from over and something told him this wasn't going to be the end of it. With its shields and engines down all that was left was for it to be vaped. Taldrogo waved his free hand at the turbolaser crew leader standing adjacent to the ion cannon crew.

"Fire-" he started, but halted when consoles started blaring.

"Commodore we've got ships incoming from hyperspace!" Taldrogo stood on his chair, his massive hands holding him up on the armrests. The fleet was powerful. Toe to toe they were easily outgunned. If he had any other captains at his side he would have ordered a retreat. The hyperspace alert claxons began ringing again, but these he knew would be friendly, or at least hoped. As if to confirm the same sensor tech shouted over the commotion. "Commodore Olivia's taskforce has entered the theatre!" Good, he was beginning to worry they wouldn't make it in time. Though this extra fleet hadn't been on the menu today this certainly evened the odds. But before he could set himself down at ease his seat began to ring, approximately at the same time as another station elsewhere on the bridge. The enemy's lead ship was targeting them.

"Deflectors full power! Activate Molecular shields!" But it was too late. The Queen Moradi lurched as something hit her. A shocked cry from the engineering crew pit drew the Dug's eyes and ears. "What is it Lieutenant?" The woman looked pale, even for a Rattataki.

"Our shields are nearly depleted," she said. "I can't-" She didn't get to explain, and never would. Seconds later the powerful main weapon of the enemy's lead ship crashed into the lower port-side wedge of the hatchet-shaped prow. The blast ripped her engines asunder, the force of the blow tilting the entire ship unnaturally, melting durasteel hull plating and turning it to slag. The armor plates were sheered off in chunks or molten tunqstoid. The complicated tractor beam arrays situated at the fore of the Moradi were cracked and shattered, rendering it useless as the hangar they surrounded was warped, its square shape folding in on itself, cutting off access save for a few starfighters that managed to escape the destruction. An unlucky pilot didn't make it in time before the hangar warped half shut, crashing headlong at launch speeds. The resulting explosion caused a chain explosion through its now active ordinance, causing further damage.

On the bridge it was chaos. When the blast hit the tech that brought the news about the shield was thrown from her standing position into the ceiling, or maybe it was the floor. Taldrogo couldn't tell. She was dead the second she hit the durasteel. Techs and officers moving from console to console and pit to pit were tossed every which way. Into consoles, into viewports, bent over unmovable chairs and broken against railing. Taldrogo himself was launched into his first officer, the tangle of limbs and bodies ending its ride of terror on a deckplate that had been torn from its place. They'd both been impaled, the Quarren first officer's final words being nothing more than an unrecognizable gurgle before his black eyes clouded and his face tentacles drooped. Taldrogo was in much better shape. Though he was impaled, the Quarren had taken the larger end of the deck with great effort and pain Taldrogo was able to remove himself, falling to what he quickly realized had been the front viewport. There were groans everywhere and he could hear muffled explosions from elsewhere in the ship.

Struggling to his hands he limped through the groaning bodies and reached for his com. Karabast. Of course, it was missing. Finding one gripped tightly in a severed hand he gingerly picked it up and activated it, ship-wide. His voice was weak, but it held purpose. Without the fore hangar and tractor beams, they could still fight. Without the engines of the wedge, they could still fight. That he could tell from the flurry of green turbolaser fire streaming from other parts of the ship. He had to make it to the secondary CIC, but his vision was failing. Alliance battle droids filed into the room, blasters raised defensively. Of course the droids were alright. Their magnetic feet clanked around searching for survivors. One with rank markings stood over Taldrogo now, its single yellow photoreceptor staring down at him.

"Commodore is alive. Extracting. Sending request for immediate first aid. Activating locator." Its metal grip latched onto his forearm and hefted him into its arms. The last thing he remembered before the black were the droids, their lifeless, cold, metal forms stalking about the dead.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Loske smirked at the pointed distinguishing difference between a mask and a helmet, offering a lazy shrug instead of an excuse for the misgiving. The introductory banter served enough purpose to get the meat of the conversation going, and her motivations would be exhibited shortly.

“Is that what you think, or is that some sort of propaganda they force down people’s throats? We’re not meat machines, we’re soldiers and we’re proud of that. We were created with purpose, a purpose that’s bigger than us and which I’m happily to serve to and lay down my life for...or at least that purpose was there with the old Confederation.”

"It's what I think." She defended plainly, easing to lean against the wall to make the air of the conversation feel less confrontational. Physical easiness to these sorts of things came without protest from her, and casual chats about purpose, intentions, propaganda, were less daunting if someone didn't have to worry about their posture.

A roguish grin cracked her lips, a toothsome grin evidencing: "Although, my likeness is also on some of the propaganda, in case you're interested in signing up for the starfighter corps."

Purpose was a big word. It's weight bore down on the shoulders of many a soldier who sought justification in their efforts. If they were going to die, it had to be for something.

It was complex for any person to try and nail down. Many spent their lives dedicated to finding the source of their purpose in this galaxy. For a clone, it was perhaps more confusing. They were make on purpose to do something, but did that become their sole focus and intention? For any without the ability to cognitively decide for or against, yes. Without objection. But for those that could object, like this pair and herself... it became all the more discombobulating.

Her purpose had been found in a person. People, rather than the promise of a cause. A fight worth dedicating to.

"Purpose isn't something you should be pushed to, I'm not going to do that to you. It has to be born from a passion."

“We’ll all be continuing our lives as soldiers, I don’t think a civilian life is optimal for us,”
“We just don’t know if to stay in the Alliance or not,”

"That's fair. Part of the benefit and burden of prerogative." The would-be clone admitted, feigning interest in a cart of foodstuffs that rolled beside them. The aroma of pastries followed in it's wake that made her nose twitch in appreciation. Nothing smelled better than butter and sugar.

"What was so attractive about the CIC's purpose and motivations? What do you know about The Alliance?"

 

[Marcad]

There were different kinds of beings as much as there were different kinds of clones. This woman and the two clone soldiers were example of that. It would seem she was created and then thrown out into the world for her to condition herself and create a person out of herself from her experiences. The clones, on the other hand, were conditioned and trained for one purpose, a purpose they breathed for. She fought people, while they pursued for a cause.

Being a clone, at times, was much more simpler than regular folks. At least for Dreist. He hadn’t any experiences of a personality disorder or a conflict of ideas. He knew what he stood for and that was his passion. The same passion he and his clone brethren shared.

“The Imperial Confederation told us we were instruments meant for peace, that we would be the harbingers of order. It’s what we’ve trained for. There would be no more wars, and there’d be harmony under one goal. But that vision faded away when the Chancellor went missing. That’s when it all went to hell,” a bit somber in his tone at the end. It was depressing to see something he was built for just go to the trash. Almost like everything he fought for meant nothing.

“The Alliance? We’ve been warned about folks like them, same with the Jedi and the Sith. Opportunists only caring for their own desires. People like them cause anarchy and chaos...although, I’m not seeing much of that around here,” and looked around to his surroundings. No looting or rampage plaguing the streets...not yet at least.

“So you’re with the Alliance, why? They created you?”

Loske Treicolt ​