Dominion Highland Cathedral | First Order Dominion of Skye

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Skye like many in the region once had been part of the First Order. In being part of the First Order; they were not spared the wrath of the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium. As the First Order works to reunite the region under its banner once more. ​

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Intelligence reports an ongoing crisis on Skye. Food has become scarce and what little there is being fought over by Highland and Lowland Clans. Both completely shutting out the Outland Clans, worse; when presented the opportunity. Both Highland and Lowland Clans have routinely eliminated entire Outland Clans. ​

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Genocide. Starvation. Water Scarcity. ​

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All while still being occupied by the Ssi-Ruuvi.​

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Diplomacy also faces challenges as there are Elders among the Clans who recall just how well the First Order treated them the first time. Which was not well. We face an uphill battle, however; we are confident that we will not only be able to help the S’kytri people but welcome them back into our Imperial Family once more.​

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Objective 1: Skye the Brave [Military] [Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium's Assault at Skye during the Siege, 2016]

• Ladies and Gentlemen of the Armed Forces; We have been contacted by the good Imperials in the City of Brus. They’ve taken shelter in the Bannock Mountains and have been dug in for the past several years. Supplies are running low, and the Ssi-Ruuvi have them pinned. The First Order will not only relieve the City’s forces but punish the Ssi-Ruuvi!
  • Stormtroopers: You will be deployed first, your LZ will be hot. Your job is to divide the Ssi-Ruuvi forces. Early Recon of the area has shown them occupying the city center, pushing north toward the mountains. Split them in half, divert their attention away from Bannock. The city sits near the face of the mountains, we’ll drop you just South of the City Center.
  • Army: While the Stormtroopers push into the city, you will secure the perimeter. Starfighter Corps will set equipment ten clicks southeast and southwest of the city. Get to them before the Ssi-Ruuvi know we’re here. Encircle the city proper and cut off any escape routes; note there are tunnels stay alert.
  • Starfighters: Keep the skies clear, engage any scaleback bastard who tries to take you out. Recon shows AA in the area. Bombers will route to Ssi-Ruuvi Bases Auresh and Besh, there’s a depot in between. Get rid of it. Heavy fighters stay ready; Stormtroopers and Army will call for aid, your job is to run strafing patterns and disorient the scales. When called; drop smoke at Base Entrance Enth as noted on your map. This is to ensure our boys have cover as they rush into the mountains.
  • Navy: There’s a Task Force settled around the planet. You know what to do. We’ll send in an attack line, and one heavy attack line to draw their focus. They’ve occupied both repair stations and watch stations in the system. Deploy Stormtroopers to board them. Take control and let’s move the rest of the Fleet into the system. Once we’ve gained control of the void; Corvettes you’ll run escort duty getting any wounded out of the area.
  • Medical: We’ll set up outside of Brus in the town of Wallace. The town will be clear of scales prior to your arrival. At least two squads from the Army will stay in the town to ensure it remains clear. Wounded will be routed here as their first stop; the aid station. They’ll be sent to a mobile hospital over at Loudoun.
  • Knights + Force Users: We’re gonna need all the help we can get. If you choose to go with the military, you will be deployed with the Stormtroopers. We need to make sure our boys and girls stay alive and get to Bannock. Help any of the Imperials in Brus when and if you are able to.

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Objective II: Halls of Canaitith [Diplomacy] [First Order's Dominion of Skye, 2015]

• Diplomacy is gonna be one heck of a schutta. Memories are long and grudges longer, Elders of the Highlands, Lowlands, and Outlands have agreed to meet with us. The former two are not fond of the treatment that the First Order gave in with the previous regime.
  • Government Officials + Diplomats: We’ll be meeting with the Council of Elders at the Canaitith Citadel. Among you will be a member of the Intelligence Team. They’ll be able to keep you up to date on the ground operations and provide any information you might need to help see this through. The Highland and Lowland Clan Elders are likely to bring up our past against us. They are no longer in any position to hold the moral high ground. Their crimes against their own kind eliminates any of their foolishness.
  • Armed Forces: You’re purely on guard duty, make sure the officials in that room stay safe. Your priority will be on our officials, Elders are second to that. Keep your eyes open, and stay alert. Who knows what kind of crazies might lurk around this whole meeting.

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Objective III: On the Bonnie Banks [Humanitarian]

• To say the people of Skye have suffered would be an understatement. The Loch’s run dry, been dry for years. It’s vital that we get water flowing through here again. Unfortunately, due to the feuds, we will not be gaining any assistance from the S’kytri. We will be gaining assistance from the nearby city of Trossachs.
  • Knights + Force Users: The folks here would be mighty appreciative if you could help. They’ve said there’s been a blockage at the primary inflow. Work with the Engineers and see if you’re able to use the Force to help remove the blockage.
  • Humanitarian: First Imperial Medical Services and Rapid Response Teams are to be on hand to help the people of Trossachs. The city is slowly coming together, but they’ll need help with food, hygiene, and medicine. Rapid Response Teams are to work their way to the nearby bunkers and tunnels and see if there are survivors from the more recent Ssi-Ruuvi Incursions.
  • Armed Forces: We’re setting aside an Army Platoon to keep the area secure. Starfighters are on standby should they be needed to keep the Ssi-Ruuvi routed away from the area. Recon teams scout ahead and keep alert, you’ll be our eyes and ears. Make sure none of the Scales get close to any of the Civilians.

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Objective IV: Flowers of Skye [BYOO]

• If you’re here, you’re here to help the First Order in whatever capacity that might be.
  • If you need someone to post with you feel free to reach out to me.

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Kurayami Bloodborn | Omari Ngao | DG-4582 | Lucius Vinticus | Araceli Thoris | Caz Ozzel | Bellam Malhan | Drexel Quinn | Gotz Redwall | Entrasia Ontalis | Masayu Kimura | Wes Gryffon | Vakim Duval | Kim Dae-Hyun | Varick Lechner | Juliana Alderdice | Matma Bernu | Otzdrava Velexia | Fevris Derzelas | Nylea Apollodor | Renata Westaway | Vidia Vudrirn | Arador Terrix | Ryker Atreides ​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Obj 1

Another day, another mission.

But this was no evacuation. It was a full on battle with the blooded enemies of the First Order of old, and today. He remembered his first deployment here, by the command of General Graush had they been sent in recklessly, but victorious all the same. Perhaps serving in the vanguard of the White Wolves Legion in the early days of the Order had sparked the flames of his hatred for superiors purposely sacrificing his brothers in arms to the grinder.

The dropship rumbled as it descended rapidly to the city limits below.

They were in the midst of being fired upon by the Imperium forces tasked with defending the rear.

Superiors had tasked the Colonel with leading the first engagement group that would strike from the rear of the hostiles.

The sides of the dropship slid open, ascension ropes being deployed and allowing troopers to snatch up the ropes and use them to assist their drop to the battle zone. Bolts of energy lanced through the air, striking some of the troopers while they dropped to join their comrades. Smoke billowed up from the ground already where the impact areas of dropships and other deployed vehicles were being used for cover.

The plan?

Other teams would land in separate areas of the city and encircle the Ssi-Ruuvi, slowly squeezing them in to a crossfire from every direction and purge them from the planet. Rarely did things go that well, but as far as Omari saw it, he had a fairly clean record of successes, not including the scuffed operation that had been Skor II.

It was his turn to jump from the shuttle when the cockpit erupted in flames, struck by a missile of some kind, and he leapt out of the ship with the rest of his team, and he triggered the built in thrusters of the power suit, swooping in to catch one of the troopers while the dropship spun out of corner to crash into the ground.

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Lt. Colonel Caceres descended into hell itself the scalebacks fired their blasted ion beams toward their dropships. "Slugthrowers ready," he ordered knowing full well that blaster bolts would scarcely touch the surface, burn them - maybe at best. They were going to have to stick with tried and true method of projectiles. Railguns would also be of use here, launching projectiles at high velocity via electromagnetic rails. They would also be utilizing a lot of cold and sonic based weaponry as well. All in the name of liberating the city of Brus from the scaleback bastards.

The First Order would work to squeeze the Ssi-Ruuvi out of the city. Terminating them by any means necessary while working to free those who had been pushed past the brink. The story of Brus reminded Caceres of Avalonia, Prosperia and Victoria and just how those men and women worked to hang on to hope when it should have been lost. The Stormtroopers would most likely have the most severe of casualities today, but that was their job. To take on the enemy when they were at their strongest, courage under fire, the visuals of the alabaster plastoid armor shunted into the hailstorm of fire.

Omari Ngao | DG-4582 | Vakim Duval​

 

[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ South of Brus City Center Status: Deploying underfire
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: Disrupter Rifles, 10mm OSM-Comet Slugthrower Pistols, Fragmentation grenades, First Order Jetpacks, First Order White Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Omari Ngao OPEN
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Lt. Vakim Duval felt good to be on the offensive again, even if it was coming with an uncomfortable amount of enemy fire. Vakim was with 1st and 2nd Squad, the others two Squads were on a different dropship. Duval had decided to split his platoon up rather than use a larger dropship, hopefully the speed and size made them a hard target for the opposition.

The near constant buckling and horrid noises the dropship was making as it descended didn't really make Vakim confident in that at the moment. As they got closer to the surface the fire intensified. Finally Vakim and his troopers could hear the sounds of battle outside. They could hear the lasers ricocheting and hitting their dropship. A few more seconds. The doors opened quickly and Lt. Duval and his men were really exposed to hell now. Like clockwork the Veterans of the 12th Storm Platoon ascended the rope lines that were now exposed. There was no time to pause or think. Duval and his men were sliding down under heavy fire. There were already detachments of Stormtroopers on the ground. Duval checked to make sure his commlink was active.

"Squads 3,4 check in. Status. Over."

Momentary silence before the Squad Sergeants confirmed they were dropping in right behind him. Excellent. So far so good.

"All Squads group at marked rumble just North of dropzone. The two downed dropships that managed to fall together."

He and 1st and 2nd Squad hit the ground moving. Ion bursts exploding around them. The battlefield was very much active as the Ssi-ruu attempted to defend their rear from the onslaught of Stormtroopers. Here casualties would be high initially, certainly until they could get the Anti Air cannons disabled.

"Colonel Omari Ngao do you have a location on those anti-air emplacements? This Lt. Duval of the 12th Platoon. We are on the ground. We can take them out to facilitate the further advance on the city. They are shredding our dropships."

The Stormtroopers of the 12th Platoon in the meantime immediately began laying down fire with their slugthrowers and disrupter rifles. Laying down sustained fire as a unit from the cover they had found near the North side of the drop zone.

 

[Omari Ngao]

Obj 1

When they hit the ground, the Colonel pushed the other stormtrooper into a blown out building for cover. Whatever it had used to be prior to the Imperium seizure of the planet, it served as a bunker for the group of stormtroopers. Stepping through the hole in the wall, he could see down the road other ruined buildings and structures where they were being shot from, and even further past, hundreds of metres down spat out the rangefinder, he could see the anti-air emplacements keeping their dropships from getting even further into the city.

His comms burst to life, and he heard the Lieutenant Vakim Duval requesting their very location.

"Get ready to move out," he said to the group of troopers in his immediate vicinity, nodding towards the burnt doorway before taking back position at the waist high cover he had been used. "Lieutenant! Due west of your position, and past the rearguard! My team will draw their f~ZzZ-!" The wall he was using was victim to an ionic blast that impacted the permacrete, and the bolts of energy licked around it to course through his suit, momentarily cutting out his commline.

The suit was made to survive and persist through EMP and ion based attacks, at least better than the standard suits of armour. Still, there had been a moment when he heard abrupt static, but it was cleared in a few moments. He pushed up, crouch walking through the doorway to rejoin his waiting team. The contrast of his obsidian coloured armour with their own typically pristine differentiating him from them - and his surgical augments causing him to a genetic freak, standing over seven feet tall.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant?! If you copy -- go now! We're moving out!"

Resurgent Narrative

 

[BB-4001A]

The men and women of the First Order Stormtrooper Corps are the finest soldiers known to man. Trained from birth, they are a dedicated fighting force of precision professionals capable of delivering lethal, decisive, and strategic effects to the enemy at the time and place of the Supreme Leader's choosing. These are their stories...

The Location: Real chit.
The Situation: We in the chit.
The Soundtrack: Fortunate Son
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The earbud comm that was wedged between his helmet and the side of his head was chirping like mad.

The LZ was hot (no chit).

They had two downed dropships (no chit).

And they had hostiles all over the damn contact board because the LZ was hot and they'd just dropped into the middle of a gorram reptile habitat at the fething zoo.

Strange how that worked, right?

There was another burst of static, as a voice crackled over the channel to say something that Three was positive he'd not heard before. "Slugthrowers ready."

Yes, slugthrowers.

Were they the gorram stormtrooper corps or some karking backwater despots? Had the government not approved the defense budget and this was some fething continuing resolution military acquisitions chit? Slugthrowers? It was the Second Coming of Jurassic Park, and Three wasn't sure if he should he report to armory or just draw arms from the local Tusken Raiders...

Another burst of static. "Standby," the voice of their platoon leader was heard to snap. "3X744, take point."

Snake, Clutch, and Chef were all totting 8-gauge scatter guns, which were barely larger than a blaster carbine and weighed about the same. Doc was packing super lightweight. Just a banger in a drop-leg holster.

But Three? Because of his cybernetic strength, they'd saddled him with a rotary cannon. It was like being tethered to a karking block of pure duranium. It weighed about as much as a Hutt on a diet, with a sling that burdened him with a literal feth-ton of ammunition to feed into the unwieldy collection of barrels that protruded from the unsightly monstrosity.

The red lights in the dropship switched to green. "MOVE OUT!" echoed inside the troop cabin and inside of Three's helmet as the command came over the radio. As the loading ramp dropped, the teen was jumping out to touch down on Skye's ground. As explosions kicked up the drt all around him, the boy looked through the HUD of his computer-assisted visor and could make out the shape of the dinosaur-like aliens.

Bringing up his left arm, the teen leveled the cannon and gave the trigger a squeeze. His entire body was rocked, staggering him back a step as the buzzsaw unleashed a stream of fire that marked the passage of a thousand rounds in a single burst.

Letting his finger off the trigger, a mechanical whine could be heard as the six rotating barrels of the rotary cannon cycled to stop.

When he'd remembered to breath, the teen just let loose a loud, "WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Taking a step forward, the teen moved his arm in a sweep, left to right and right to left, as he laid down suppressive fire while his squad mates disembarked and joined the march behind him.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh, I could get used to this!"

Vakim Duval Omari Ngao Resurgent Narrative ​

 

[Matma Bernu]

The battle for the City of Brus was in full swing. The scales had dug themselves in fully, prompting the First Imperial Army to send their best and brightest to excise them. The southern part of Brus became hellish; the environment was alight with flashes of ion blue and deadly red blaster-fire. Hisses, explosions, and screams filled the air as the armies attempted to find purchase.

About a mile away from the landing zone, a dropship rolled out of the cover of the clouds. Instantly, the sky was alight with AA fire. As the stormtroopers checked, and double-checked their equipment, went through the briefings, two figures stood apart. A generation ago, they would have inspired fear. They would have aligned with the Knights of Ren, the fearsome group of Dark-Siders, loyalty only to the equally as fearsome Sieger Ren.

But a quick glance at their garb, how they carried themselves would thoroughly dispel any link between them and the Ren- they were the First Imperial Knights. Although they were small in number in comparison to the Jedi Knights and the Sith, they had already began making names for themselves, from their exploits on Mephout, Needan, Tholon, and Seoul.

The Chiss- somehow asleep- jerked awake with a snort as a shell detonated too close for comfort. Matma Bernu mocked glared at the sniggering stormtroopers before glancing at his partner- the indomitable Lupine, Varick Lechner . "I take it we are almost to the landing zone?"

Matma stretched, before re-fastening his charric rifle onto his back, and snapping his lightsaber onto his belt. "Great. I think it's time we make our grand entrance."

Varick Lechner | Omari Ngao | Vakim Duval | Resurgent Narrative

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Airspace above Skye
Situation: Clearing out any scaly opposition in the air or on the ground
Starfighter: F-105 'Huxian'
Soundtrack: Daredevil
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Kurayami entered the system and immediately started to make his way groundside. Opening a channel to the First Order ship nearby he sent a friendly IFF ping and slid the throttle to full military power as soon as he received confirmation that he was a friendly. What he saw as the flames dissipated after the re-entry was a battle that already was going to be more drawn out than he had hoped for. at least the 3 agrocite enhanced Ls-9.7 cannons, mounted in the modular bays above his seat would give him enough punching power to push through the fight wand nearly any resistance with focused fire when combined with the other weapons present.

First thing was first though, and that was to gain aerial supremacy. There were already a few squadrons of TIEs of varying models prowling the air, so he decided to join in the fun. Noting that there was an incoming flight of Ssi-Ruuvi craft a couple clicks out to his 2 o'clock, he banked towards them and angled downward. It was times like this others questioned how he had managed to survive this long as his fighter passed over the other two craft with only a few hundred feet of separation. The sheer amount of air disturbed by the frankly idiotic maneuver shook all three craft and nearly sent the scaled pilots into a spin. They were skilled enough to maintain control and immediately broke in opposite directions, hoping to cath Kurayami's fighter between the two of them. A solid plan if they had the fighters with better speed and agility. Instead the Corellian kept heading towards the deck, leveling out with only a couple thousand feet to spare, rolling the 105 90 degrees to the left and utilizing pitch inputs to create a serpentine flight pattern, waiting for the pursuers to try and copy the motion. He could hear blaster fire zipping past his fighter. Perfect. They thought they had this one in the bag.

Kurayami smirked as he made sure all weapons systems were reporting green and fully charged, once he had this confirmation he pulled the throttle back to idle, slammed the right rudder pedal to the floor and as soon as the nose had come around ,unleashed a stream of relentless fire as he rolled level and throttled back up to full. One of the attackers fell to the first burst and the other broke into a vertical climb, clawing for altitude. As his opponent completed his Immelman turn Kurayami pitched up to bring his guns into lead position and fired. The majority of fire missed the target, but that was fine, a couple hits managed to graze the underside and one clipped the engine. The damaged engine was quickly shut down which the Ssi-Ruuk pilot had not expected. As his enemy spiraled into the ground, Kurayami pulled into a steep climb and waited either for a call for air support or to find more fighters to splash.

Resurgent Narrative

 

[Delilah Graham]

On Dosuun, Delilah Graham stood in her office, ignoring the tapping of rain on her window as she reviewed the intelligence in front of her, examining the best information that the First Order's clandestine services had available to it. The appointed time was coming, and so she straightened herself in her seat and opened the communication channel to the agents that were assigned to the operation. "Agent Dash, Agent Nakano, good evening. I'm transmitting a data packet to your encrypted datapad now. Please use the daily decryption passphrase to access the data."

She paused and switched her transmission to the global map of Skye. "The First Order is moving to assist with a local crisis on Skye. Although their intent is to bring the Sky'tiri into the fold, as yet we do not know that those efforts will be successful. However, for the duration of the First Order's operations in the matter, we are authorized to be on the planet, which means that our moment has come." She paused, clicking to move the display forward, showing a list with some entries highlighted in green, others in red, and still others in gold.

"Prior to the Fall, the First Order placed secure caches throughout the empire with supplies, precious metals, intelligence, and other useful materiel as part of Project Aeternum. The caches were meant to provide a baseline for continuation of local government or resistance, depending on whether that collapse was self-imposed or the result of invasion, like the Ssi-Ruuk. As you can see, several of these caches have been recovered and several were opened and used during the occupation of First Order worlds by the Ssi-Ruuk Imperium. Those are colored in green and gold, respectively. The items marked in red are those which we don't know to be opened and which haven't been recovered."

She pressed a key and one such item on the list was highlighted. "This is the cache on Skye. It was placed in the vaults under the Knights of Ren stronghold and, as far as we know, has not been opened. We lost contact with the Ren here early on, so we have no idea what to expect here. Your mission is to scout the location and, if possible, recover the cache. If you are unable to recover the cache, you must provide us with data regarding the status of the stronghold and what, if any, resistance is there, so we can plan appropriate force to recover it."

She paused. "There are maps of the academy stronghold as far as we know it to be, but be aware that these are pre-war and thus there may be significant structural changes not captured in the map. Any questions?" Delilah asked. "If not, then I'll leave you to prepare."

Aurelian Dash | Isobel Nakano​

 

[Aurelian Dash]

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Aurelian began decrypting the data immediately, reseating the earpiece in his left ear as their brief was issued. Simultaneously he perused the central data core, seeking out any and all info on the target site. There was little there. "We'll do it live then." His tone a mixture of question and statement. Glancing over the datapad once more he turned his eyes towards the woman in the co-pilot's seat of the small planet hopper they'd scrounged up for the op. It wasn't anything to write home about but it'd get them where they needed to go - and it certainly helped that its scanners had been upgraded from stock configuration. "Impound's not too bad from time to time I guess." he mused, adjusting the controls as they shot towards their destination. The vessel itself had belonged to a spice runner, impounded and forfeited just last month. The owner, likely in prison somewhere but Aurelian was thankful for the non-public transportation.

"I never really understood that." He aired. "Why they keep insisting we use public transit everywhere we go, something to do with government subsidies I assume but really, they wanted us to take a public shuttle all the way out here?" Skye wasn't exactly far from Dosuun but it couldn't have felt further. The geography alone was enough to paint it an alien world, not to mention the gigantic winged S'kytri who called it home. The Windborn. That almost sent the man chuckling. "Well, figure we ought to do a proper recce then. You in for a hike or are we flying straight in?" he asked. You never knew what the old holds of the Ren could well... hold. Even out here it was just as likely some Outlander tribe had taken up residence in the facility.

Isobel Nakano | Delilah Graham​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel was putting the last of the pre-landing checklist to bed. "I don't really, either," she agreed. "We're supposed to get clandestine briefings on a public transport liner? And then bring home whatever kit we get through, what, checked luggage?" She scoffed and completed the checklist, then set it aside and checked the scanners as they approached Skye. She transmitted their landing clearance and waited a few moments, then turned to Aurelian. "I say we land in the settlement nearby and take speeder bikes up. We can park them near the hold and approach on foot, so if anything is there we don't alert it to our presence."

She put a hand to the earpiece of the ship's communication system, then glanced at Dash and adjusted a knob. "We're cleared to land at your leisure. I'm going to load up my pack."

Isobel hung up the communications headset and stood, retreating into the rear compartment. She checked her blaster packs and loaded them into her backpack, locked and loaded her carbine and pistol. She slung the former over her shoulder and holstered the latter. She returned to the cockpit and said, "All set. Where are we heading?"

Aurelian Dash​

 

[Vakim Duval]

Objective 1:

Location: LZ South of Brus City Center Status: Deploying underfire
Troops: 48 Stormtroopers of the 12th Unattached 'Storm' Platoon
Equipment: Disrupter Rifles, 10mm OSM-Comet Slugthrower Pistols, Fragmentation grenades, First Order Jetpacks, First Order White Stormtrooper Armor.
With: Omari Ngao Resurgent Narrative Matma Bernu 3X744 OPEN
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Lt. Vakim Duval and his men had created a second of breathing room through their sustained fire. Now Duval gathered his sergeants together. The Communication from Colonel Omari Ngao had been short and garbled, but he had gotten the information he needed. It would have been nice if they would know if they would have any back up or support, but he knew neither of those things. All he knew was he and his men had to get that Anti-Air offline. These were located due West. That was where he and his boys were going.


"Squads 1, 2, 3 on me, we are gonna head straight at the Anti Air emplacements due west of here. Directly at the enemy Rearguard. We will draw their attention and lay down heavy suppression fire using our grenades and slugthrowers once we close the distance.

Squad 4, you will take the flank of least resistance, head South of here away from the City Center and the Mountains, once the fighting has died down around you cut due West and begin to transmit me your location. You'll hit them hard by surprise from the flank. It isn't our best plan ever, but its the one we got. No Mercy for these Reptiles. They'll eat you before taking you prisoner."

The abrupt ending signaled to his men there would be no questions asked. This was the mission. High casualties were to be expected in the Stormtrooper Corp. Failure was not.

"Let's move out. No Retreat"

Duval and the three squads with him burst out from cover and began moving and firing directly on the rearguard of the Ssi-Ruu. They stayed low and advanced from cover as much as possible, but the casualties were eventual and men began to fall unconscious left and right being knocked out by Ion blasters. It was obvious that if victory wasn't obtained the battleground would become a feast for the vile reptiles that had risen against the First Order. Vakim felt cover around him shake as he and his men came under heavy fire in their new position of cover. Now though they were within 100meters of their enemies, and they could use their slugthrowers and fragmentation grenades. Especially the launchers to devastating effect.

The men of the 12th Platoon would act in concert now firing from cover as a unit and created a much larger effect of fire than their numbers represented. Fragmentation grenades ripped through Ssi-Ruu and their skin as well as any weapon in a Stormtroopers arsenal and the effect of over two dozen Stormtroopers throwing volleys of grenades would begin to show in the Ssi-Ruu lines. As gaps began to open Duval knew now was a good time to act. If they could seize the Western fortifications guarding the anti air emplacements the 4th Squad would be able to add to the pincer by hitting from the South. It would at least pin them down, hopefully by that time the First Order Navy would be providing some bombardment or they'd have some artillery on the field to call in. Ideally the flanking maneuver would cause a withdrawal from the anti-air weapons allowing the 12th Platoon to take them immediately. Either way they had to hit those fortifications now.

"For the Supreme Leader!"

The Stormtroopers burst from cover as a well oiled unit, their experience showing as they let out another volley of fragmentation grenades and immediately began firing from the move. The high rate of fire of their 10mm slugthrowers was proving quite effective as they closed the range and within a few minutes and a few more casualties they had stacked up at the western anti-armor emplacements. Here was perfect cover for them to lay down fire down onto the reptiles defending and operating the anti-air. As they began to lay down sustained fire the rearguard from the Ssi-Ruu would turn most of its units to the East of their position to defend what they believed to be a much larger assault from Stormtroopers from the West. Duval noticed with pleasure as the Ssi-Ruu turned to face him.

"Keep hitting them with sustained fire and frag grenades, they have to think there are more of us than there is for this plan to work." What he wouldn't give for an Imperial Knight right about now. "4th Squad will be here soon and we will really put the screws on these reptiles."

In the meantime he activated his commlink again and reported back to Colonel Omari Ngao . "Colonel Ngao, we are assaulting the anti air emplacements now. We are hitting them from the West, but they are turning to face us. Requesting backup, air strikes or artillery would be real handy right about now, er Sir." He hoped the Colonel had heard by now that Duval had little time for theatrics and wouldn't worry the none traditional relay of information.

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

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Trossach, Skye​

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"Dr. Derzelas!" Korrado called out to the woman, "so glad to see, hope your transit here was alright." If by transit she meant being driven by one of the Brus Imperials over the land here. Maybe, then again, the main starport was out of service thanks to the scales. So, speeder bike it was, Korrado knew the feeling. She and Nylea Apollodor were also driven out by one of the locals here and it was a bumpy ride to say the least. Nevertheless here they were, the First Imperial Medical Services working with their partners in Rapid Response while getting a look at FOCIE (First Order Corps of Imperial Engineers) while they worked to bring water back to the region. ​

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The city itself was built on the downward slope of a hill overlooking the loch. Elisea sighed as she imagined what this place looked like when the loch was full and the rivers ran along side. Elisea guided the doctor toward FIMS' set up. "We've got a few of the tents up, and we're working on a portable there. How did you want to get the medical clinic set up? We have one other portable but we can use it for a clinic, a cafeteria or something else."​

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"The Rapid Response teams are making their way into the tunnels, they'll make contact once they do. The platoon we're suppose to be assigned has not arrived yet, but they are supposed to be here... Relatively soon?" Elisea questioned as she checked the time on her chrono. Nylea was somewhere around these parts, and Elisea turned to look and easily spotted the Echani. The Avalonian smiled and then refocused her gaze on Dr. Derzelas. ​

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Fevris Derzelas ​

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[The Major]

For specialized operatives these two whined and made a lot of comments. It was a stark difference from working with the troops on Tholon, who were very compliant though far more rough and rigid. The woman lurking quietly in the rear compartment could only assume that these operatives enjoyed such flippancy because of their expertise. Maybe she was wrong to even entertain these kinds of internal criticisms of their character.

Regardless, she decided to silently observe and more importantly learn. That was until Agent Nakano asked:

"All set. Where are we heading?"

Moving forward to be heard -though she could not accurately say what compelled her to interject- the Major took it as an invitation since it was framed as a question. It would have been more obvious to a normal person that Agent Dash was the intended recipient.

“Not that I vociferously oppose speeders but…” though she did, since she couldn’t drive, “would it not be expedient to. . . ‘fly straight in’ as it were?”

Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash | Delilah Graham​

 

[Omari Ngao]

Obj 1

The squad worked well together, a mixture of some of his own troopers from his dropship and other units that had been on the ground already.

As they maneuvered through the buildings parallel to the road, the ground shook as explosions detonated in the city around them. Dust and rocks being kicked up amongst their hiding places. He gave the signal for a halt as a group of Ssi-Ruuvi rushed past. And a moment later he signaled to the group to gun them down from their blindsides.

Slugs leapt from barrels and tore through the scaled skin of the Imperium hostiles. In moments, they were downed and the way was briefly cleared.

In his commline he got the reports from multiple units. Death, vehicles, advancement... Some were pinned. This was one of the larger operations he had led. In times past he had been at the front of Special Operations, small and elite teams. But he had faith in the First Order stormtroopers, he had been one before. It was how he had become who he was. Over the line, he heard Vakim Duval call for aid. This was something that he could do.

"Stand by."

Giving a look across his group, he waved over the one he needed - heavy ammunition distributed across the person. "I need this." And he took up the RPG and balanced it on his shoulder. In his helmet, the rangefinder was activated again, sweeping over the smoke and rubble of buildings until it raised higher to see one of the anti-air emplacements. It wasn't focused on his advancing men, off to the east somewhere. That's where the Lieutenant should've been.

It was a long shot, but the cybernetics and implants that Project: REVENANT had surgically implanted into him made it all possible. The stormtroopers repositioned themselves to get out of the way. When the rocket was fired, it rushed towards the emplacement that had kept Duval's units under fire.

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Breath in.

Nylea closed her eyes and channeled the Force, carefully wrapping it around a piece of debris. Slowly and steadily it lifted up from the rest of the pieces that made up the blockade preventing the inflow into the loch.

Breath out.

Carefully the echani guided it away from the stream, bringing it over to another pile of debris that had already been lifted out of the loch. There she, once again slowly and steadily, let it float down to add it to the pile. There was a lot still left to be done, but every little bit helped to get the blockade out of the way. After that last piece, though, she needed a breather. With a hand signal to one of the engineers, she let him know she was taking a break.

By now Nylea had gotten used to tagging along with Elisea and joining the various relief efforts of the First Order, and so she too had come to Skye to lend a hand. Helping out those in need was integral to a Jedi, and even if she didn't reveal that title to anyone here it meant she couldn't sit idly by while her love was hard at work.

The echani figured she'd see what Elisea was up to, and looked around until she saw her in conversation with someone who had just arrived. She would make her way over just as the woman answered whatever question Elisea had asked her, giving the both of them a warm smile.

"I see backup is arriving," Nylea remarked in greeting, happy to see more help was here. With a small bow of the head, she continued. "Nylea Apollodor, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Elisea Korrado Fevris Derzelas ​

 

[Isobel Nakano]

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Isobel leaned against the doorjamb into the cockpit, her dark eyes narrowing at the back of The Major 's head. She lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. "All right," she said, her voice even and neutral. "I'm down either way. I don't know what we can expect to find there, but we've all got blasters, so..." She perched on the armrest of the co-pilot's chair, leaning down to tug her the tongue of her left boot into place.

Once adequately kitted, the young woman slipped into the seat proper and again resumed her headset, setting the dial to get back onto the channel. She turned in the seat to the sensor suite, entering in a request to scan the area for life forms. She frowned at the results and then glanced sidelong at her compatriots, first Aurelian Dash and then The Major . "I'm not getting any readings on life forms," said Isobel quietly. "But that doesn't mean there's nothing there. As far as I can tell from the briefing Graham gave us, the place is pretty well-defended and dense. Could be they're down deep."

"That and the scales are cold-blooded, so they may not reflect on a standard civilian scanner." She paused, shivering violently. "Or, if we're talking about enteched SRI forces, they wouldn't show as life forms at all." She refreshed the results, then shook her head, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Guess we'll have to be prepared for anything."

 

[BB-4001A]

The young stormtrooper was vaguely aware of the comm traffic.

Someone was asking for air support. There was various commentary and a litany of coordinates about where the strike zone was getting painted. Three was catching, perhaps, a third of it with the reverberation from the rotary cannon in his arms.

He assumed he didn't need to listen. If there was something about to go sideways, then either Doc or Clutch would get his attention and tell him to get his head out of his arse.

The whine of the rotary cannon's six alternating muzzles created quite the vibration. Between the mechanical vibration and the recoil from the cannon spewing a thousand slugthrower rounds per second, the teen was struggling to maintain his balance even with the assistance of his cybernetics. The HUD inside his helmet was tracking motion all across the board. With this much smoke, dust, dirt, and just about everything in between flying in the air, the computer-assisted visuals were about the only way that the teen was able to see more than a few feet in front of him.

Which could be problematic when the weapon you're using is putting high velocity rounds down range, potentially for more than a thousand meters. This wasn't a sniper rifle and Three wasn't going for precision. He was putting down a hailstorm of lead. As he broke up the enemy line, the squad advancing behind him could handle the precision targeting.

Inside his helmet, the ammo count flashed red.

He had just hit the red line on the ammo count. He still had a couple hundred round left, but with this weapon, he'd exhaust that with the next trigger pull. "AMMO UP!" the boy called, signaling for a runner even as he shifted his footing slightly. He'd need to fall back slightly and let Chef and Snake take point while he swapped out his pack.

An explosion ripped up the ground just a meter from where he stood, as some kind of rocket-propelled grenade sent a shower of dirt raining over over his armor.

Whatever Omari Ngao or Vakim Duval had planned for this offensive, it seemed like they were dug in now.

Unfortunately, so were the dinosaurs.

 

[Aurelian Dash]

Near "Wayfar", Outland Trade Outpost
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Aurelian kept his eyes forward, hands manipulating the controls of the small vessel as they coursed towards their target - the musings of his cohorts amusing to a point. "I suppose you know what's best then?" he snarked at The Major. "I think you've been out of the field too long." he grumbled. A gentle lurch of the vessel indicated their entry into atmos. "Subtlety Major. Subtlety. We're not the Stormtrooper Corps." He nodded, a sly grin stretching across his lips. "Let's stay low, I'll take her in about half a kilometer short of the nearest settlement. Those winged folk'll have a lot harder time spotting us if we stay below the tree cover." Another adjustment to the controls sent them shooting off towards a small settlement pinged on their readouts.

As they began to near, Isobel noted the lifeform scans, contemplating their validity. "Quite the sticky wicket. I think we'll be served better by keeping our blasters hidden as long as we can. No sense in causing a ruckus - The Order doesn't exactly want to muck this one up over something as small as a data cache right?" He could see it now, the trio being called before a tribunal, execution squad standing at the ready in the courtyard. Sacrificial lambs to atone for trespass, a scapegoat. Aurelian doubted that would be the case should their mission result in hostilities, or casualties for that matter - more likely they'd end up in a bog on Sump or some other off the track wasteland. He rolled his eyes. Even that was unlikely, they didn't do that anymore did they? Ach. No matter. "Coming up on it now, looks like plenty of activity there.

The settlement was below, their loud engines causing several of the tiny figures to look up as they swung in near what appeared to be a small landing space in an open field. Only a handful of other small shuttles resided there. It only took them a minute or two more to properly land and power down, the hydraulic hiss of the boarding ramp lowering vibrating the thin deck plating beneath their feet. "Well, time to get crackin'. Grab your kits and let's go." For his own, Aurelian rose from his seat and snagged a small single strap satchel from a nearby hook and double checked the blaster tucked into his belt. It wouldn't do to accidentally blow his bits off if it came down to it. Safety on.

Isobel Nakano | The Major​

 

[The Major]

Huh.

Agent Dash was correct: she was in fact bereft of recent field experience. For all she knew it had been years since she engaged in any clandestine operation. For all she knew there was never such a time.

“Excellent.” She managed to respond flatly instead of blurting out a Yes Sir. That seemed to be in the wrong spirit of things.

Now was the time to breathe in quickly, calmly. The Major was beginning to detect from the tone of both agents that if she continued asking questions or making comments then there would be some irritation. Best to make herself less of a nuisance for the time being.

Unfortunately however, she would not take the lead as the set of operatives piled out of the craft. She remained close and watched the agents carefully instead.

Isobel Nakano | Aurelian Dash | Resurgent Narrative ​