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Honoured Enemy

A long time ago in a Galaxy far,
far away...


Star Wars
Honoured Enemy

The galaxy is on the brink
of total war. The New Order
fleet relentlessly pursue
the Sixth Battalion.

A handful of Jedi Knights
have escaped Imperial forces
with the intention of waging
a guerrilla war on the New Order.
Lead by the Jedi General
and renown Sith Hunter
Hasjo Hallu, they dare to challenge
the Imperial fleet, and it's Sith
on the world of Cholganna.


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Hasjo stood at the command bridge of the SJO Bite the Bullet, a Venator-class Star Destroyer. Commander Josef May of the Sixth Battalion, and Fleet Admiral Veir Tsu stood alongside him. Veir spoke to May, "They were waiting for us on the far side of the planet"
"How did they get here first?"
"The New Order fleet is superior to ours. As for tracking us all the way from Cadomai...at light speed, my manoeuvring options were limited."
An officer spoke up, interrupting the two, "Another whisper, sir, near Cholganna. We have probes en route."
"So where do we stand?" Hasjo asked, his arms furled across his powerful chest.
"Our fighters are mopping up the last of their recon picket now, nothing serious."
"Hyperspace ruptures directly off our battle cluster."
"Show me"
"I've isolated approach signatures from multiple Imperator-class battle groups, make it three capital ships per group. Fifteen New Order capital ships holding position just outside the kill zone. They outnumbered us, twenty-to-one."
"That makes it an even fight" May chipped in.
Veir raised his wrist and thumbed the transceiver, "This is Fleet Admiral Tsu. We are engaging the enemy. All batteries, fire at will!" he turned on an officer, "Bring the ship back up to Combat Alert Alpha. I want everyone at their stations."
Hasjo spoke gravely in his synthesised voice, "A dozen New Order superior Star Destroyers against a single Venator-class Star Destroyer. Given those odds I'm content with three, if not four kills."
"Sir, additional contacts. Boarding crafts and a lot of 'em!"
The Fleet Admiral remarked on the enemy formation, "They're in standard formation. Little cravens up front, big ones in back."
Weapons Officer Trayton spoke across the deck, "Registering hostile vessels inside the kill zone. Thirteen cruisers, two assault carriers. I'm going loud!"
"Trayton! Concentrate your fire on the first carrier. Do what you can against the others." Alarms blared. The entire floor had gone red with flashing lights. Hasjo remained watching at the viewport, May at his side. The odds were significantly in their enemies favour. An explosion tore through the hull, officers lurched forward. "Report!" cried Veir.
"It must have been one of their boarding parties!"
"Sir! Control to the main cannon is offline. That was my last offensive!"
"Alright then. I'm going to try and land on Cholganna. The Bite the Bullet will continue evasive manoeuvres until I initiate a landing sequence." Hasjo turned from the viewport. They never really had a chance. His arid cloaked draped over his shoulders dragged behind his heels. He fled into the corridors, he heard the distinct voice of the Admiral blaring over the communications, "Order incursions on port decks Three and Nine. Hammer Squad engage enemy boarders. Enemy boarding parties on starboard decks Eight through Ten. Alpha Squad intercept New Order forces. Farrow Company rendezvous with 22nd Tactical at bulkhead Charlie 14 and secure airlocks on Deck 11." The metalloid Nautolan Jedi escaped down a hallway in search of his padawan. He would let no harms way get to her. He broke into a jog, each footfall sounded like the clap of thunder. Marines of the Sixth Battalion dodged out of his way as he barrelled down the corridor. He glanced to his left at an intersection where a regiment of troopers were fending off boarders. An explosion tore through the metal, ripping it apart gruesomely. Blast doors ignited and closed off the wound. He began to wonder how the others were handling all of this...
 
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"Report?" The voice of the Sith Lord pierced the silence. Positioned in one of the boarding craft, he took the lead of the whole process. He observed the enemy craft, the Star Destroyer class it was, with a mix of annoyance and a small hint of respect. Either they were fools, or they were brave.

Though bravery usually lead to disaster.

"It's all going according to your specifications m'lord. The first boarding craft have landed, but they're facing heavy resistance." Ferus's own admiral Vinja spoke up through the com in the Darth's ear. Currently the Bothan was a top the Darth's own ship the Merciless​, coordinating the landing craft. "Though I'm sure they'll be able to handle it m'lord."

"They better, for their own sake."ja

The Darth was never one for forgiveness, but he didn't believe in just killing his soldiers. Those who failed would be used as cannon fodder, sent to distract the foe and redeem themselves through either completing the impossible objective or death.

"Objective in sight sir." Deck eleven. The woman who spoke was his own second in command. While Ajona wasn't a Force User, she proved her worth countless times over. The young Cathar stood beside the Zabrak, already reaching for her blaster.

"Very well. All of you." The raspy voice of the Lord would cut through all of the coms of the boarding party, commanding silence. "We don't know what waits for us, how many their might be. We're not even sure who they are exactly. However, a Star Destroyer like this can't just roam free in our airspace. They threaten your homes, your family. Your safety under Imperial order. Will you let them simply walk over your freedom?"

A single cry erupted from all of the coms as they drew close to the dock. "No!" Ferus would only grin. The Cathar would take it up from there, seamlessly flowing with the Zabrak's words.

"We will not let them take our peace away. We fight so others won't have to. We fight for the New Order. Guns up!"

If sound could travel through space, the whole area around the remaining boarding ships would come to life with blasters activating. Iridonian grade, all of them. A personal favorite of the Sith himself. Then, they hit. The sound of crashing metal and breaking glass was all that could be heard as the aircraft slammed into the side of Dock Eleven. All of the doors of each opened, revealing nothing. The Shadows weren't called Shadows for nothing.

Ferus was the first to come out of his ship. Deus would slowly come out of it's sheath, the purple flame already engulfing the form of the Sith Lord. His dark robes quickly glowed the sickening shade of purple that was his flame, and the fire itself licked over his body. His voice, commanding as it was, spoke clearly, even as the blaster fire rained down on him.

"Kill them all." Blaster fire from all of the boarding party would clash out, viciously aiming for the kill. Ferus would stay at the lead, his blade dancing through the air as he deflected the shots coming at him. But his foes were well entrenched. Within moments the Shadows lost several members as the rest ran for any kind of cover they could get.

This would be a long fight.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
Beams of light bombarded the darkness of space. Dense orbs of energy turned into fiery shards of fragments as they tore into the exterior of republic vessels. Some were unfortunate enough to be standing where a soon to be hole would form, the pull of vacuum claimed them without mercy, and remorse. From within his embroidered cloak he'd looked to his master.

"Kill them all."
Blaster fire exchanged through the metallic halls. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils, the unhinged carnage on both sides fed his desire to crush his enemy underfoot. Ferus of course led the charge, his blade weaved masterfully through the air deflecting the crimson bolts that were launched his way. Purple wisps of fire was a reminder of his speed, as the after-image could be seen clearly.

His metallic hand bit into the handle of his saber. His emitter guard caught his hand just before where the blade would sprawl forth, it was meant so he would cut himself whilst drawing it open, and or using it combat.

A red line promptly cut through the air as the unmistakable crackle of energy hummed with a tempest. With his light-saber having been ignited, he'd look to his master.

Hasjo Hallu
[member="Darth Ferus"]
 
Melkaroth strode briskly across the bridge of the flaghship of the fleet, the Emperor's Fist. This wasn't his usual command--it was, in fact, much bigger--but Sith had been needed for this mission, and Melkaroth was the only Sith they could find in the navy. He had not, however, known the seriousness of the problem until now. Perhaps Vulcanus and Arcis had suspected, but...

There was a swoosh as a set of doors glided open, revealing the interior of his office. He turned around, and pressed a button which sealed the doors from all who would try to enter without the aid of a blaster. With that, he strode over to his holocom, dialling in [member="Darth Ferus"].

"Darth Ferus, there's been a development." Melkaroth said. His voice was agitated, though he tried to remain calm. But this was bigger than he could have possibly imagined, and if they failed... "They have the plans...they've got the technical readouts for the Omen."

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
[member="Maleus"]
 
Pushing his the uneasiness in his stomach down quietly Vladimir stared at the wall, hyperspace always gave him this feeling particularly when the transition was as rough as this one, it didn’t help the ship was now being rocked by enemy fire. The sergeant stepped out of the refresher and back into the locker room, his entire squad was prepped to go. He pulled his own helmet on as new orders came in.

The squad snapped to attention as Vladimir looked at them. “You heard him men, the navy boys have given them everything they can, it’s time for us to give them hell. Move out!”

Stepping out of the locker room Vladimir lead the squad in a quick march towards the newest reported hull breaches with boarding actions occurring. They were on deck ten already, he turned a corner and they were greeted with a New Order boarding party that were already engaged with other members of the battalion. He motioned for his squad to join the fight as he took cover levelling his blaster carbine on the nearest new order boarders he began firing picking his shots carefully burning down each target as they sought cover, they seemed to keep coming though, pushing forward relentlessly.

“Don’t give them an inch alpha squad, the rest of the crew is depending on us to keep these intruders contained.” Vladimir ordered as he shot another of the New Order boarding party square in the chest. “Clean them up so we can move on, we have more reports of more boarding actions elsewhere, we have to keep them from getting at any critical systems.”

[member="Maleus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] @Melakoth Tyrin
 
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Hasjo came to a slow, pacing halt when he heard the Admiral bark over the intercoms once more. The ship was shaking something fearsome. Each tremble threatened to throw the Nautolan off his feet. "All hands, this is the Fleet Admiral. Prepare to abandon ship! Combat Teams, repel boarders until Ops personnel are away. Good luck. Veir out." The metalloid Nautolan raced through corridors and hallways. He felt a dark presence on board the ship. A familiar one. Rounding a corner, he saw them. Two Sith were carving a path through the combat teams. Hasjo ignited his own cerulean blade, ready to attack. Blast doors ignited, cutting him off from [member="Darth Ferus"] and [member="Maleus"]. He disengaged the plasma from his Pike, clipping the lightsaber hilt back onto his belt. He fled down the hallway and for the nearest access ram. Escape pods were on decks one, five, ten and fifteen. He passed the automatic doors and thumbed the tenth floor. Admiral once more continued his screeching of orders, "Combat teams Alpha through November, pull out to nearest evac station! All remaining crew and Ops personnel, hit the lifeboats! Fall back to evac stations." The doors opened and Hasjo walked into the middle of a firefight between Alpha Squad and a boarding craft of imperial soldiers of the New Order. His eyes glanced upon Sergeant [member="Vladimir Kirov"]. Hasjo thrust a finger towards Kirov, reminding him "You heard the man, let's get a move on." The Jedi unclipped his AB-1 'Marshall' heavy blaster pistol. Hasjo raised the sights, peering down the length of the barrel and opened fire on an enemy trooper. The weapon punched a fist-sized hole through the mans chest. "The escape pods are down the hall at Bulkhead Gamma Sixteen" he motioned for him to take his troops down the hall. The Nautolan still needed to find his padawan. He brushed past the sergeant, wishing him "Goodluck."

@[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
 
Blaster fire echoed around the hallways of the ship, as alarms blared in the quarters of [member=Pravis Sharman]. The other men in the room sprung up, and quickly began putting on their armor and grabbing their weapons. Pravis was no different, as he quickly put on the clean and polished armor, and quickly snatched his rifle off a counter. A man somewhere else on the ship quickly gave the soldiers a quick briefing through the comm, as Pravis slowly nodded to the mans words. " Alright, the boarding party is nearby, so MOVE!" The Kaleesh yelled at the squad, as they began racing down the hallways to the location of [member=Vladimir Kirov]. They suddenly sped to a halt, as [member=Hasjo hallu]'s message came through. " Change of plans, head to evac!" They swerved to the left, as they entered a small evacuation station.
 
As the orders from the Admiral came through it only served to harden the resolve of Alpha squad, they held their line keeping the intersection clear for the operations personnel to retreat to the escape pods. They had the enemy bottlenecking for now but they were forming a defensive line and pushing forward Alpha wouldn’t be able to hold forever. As that thought crossed Vladimir’s mind the enemy got a lucky shot on one of his squad mates burning the armor on his shoulder and sending him spinning to the ground.

The Hapan man signalled one of the other troopers to extract the injured man as he levelled his blaster on the man who had scored the lucky shot. He pinched off a shot hitting the man in the same shoulder as his squad mate had taken the enemy soldiers’ shot. An eye for an eye, he didn’t wish to kill the enemy soldiers if he could disarm them. He really felt no malice towards them at all, they were all just soldiers, certainly the enemy soldiers had chosen the wrong side but that didn’t mean he should hate them.

Glancing back he noted that the injured man and his rescuer were clear, the medic would patch him up when the opportunity presented itself, and they weren’t reporting the wounds as life threatening which Vladimir counted as a win. So far they had given better than they had gotten and that was always something he liked to see.

The Admiral’s new orders came through and Vladimir was preparing to pull back until General [member="Hasjo Hallu"] stepped out into the fray offering support, this bolstered the spirits of the men in his squad. Vladimir nodded to the General as he offered reinforcement of the instructions from the Admiral and wished them good luck before he charged on in obvious search of someone, there was little doubt this Jedi was a bold warrior.

“Time to back up boys, retreat in stages,” Vladimir ordered as he signaled to the first two men to reposition, retreating towards the nearest evac station. “Don’t let them charge up too quickly, if they try to advance we will make them pay every inch.”

As the next two members of the squad repositioned Vladimir noted Phantom squad making its’ own retreat apparently they felt Alpha had the situation well enough in hand to continue with the orders to retreat. He signalled Sergeant [member="Pravis Sharman"]. “Sergeant we are coming back towards the evac area, we would appreciate it if you could assist with extracting our injured squad mate and ensure that there is enough space on the escape pods for the rest of our squad. We are going to keep them from pushing forward so the operations staff has as long as possible to reach the evac point.”

Seeing it was time for himself and the last member of his squad to move back Vladimir signalled to the woman to pull back behind the rest of the squad as he himself retreated as quickly as he could backpedal firing on any one who dared to step out of cover to try and shoot himself or the woman who was retreating with him the rest of the squad providing cover fire as best they could, holding their fire only long enough to let Vladimir and the woman pass and get into a new cover. Vladimir found cover again just as the enemy started to push forward a shot rang past his head giving the Hapan man a moment of pause before he peeked out of his cover again to open fire again.

Alpha squad started repeating the process step by step pausing at intersections to ensure ops personnel could retreat first until they reached the evac station, the injured member of Alpha was already loaded on an escape pod. The medic climbed into the escape pod with the other two members of Alpha starting to treat the shoulder of the injured man as the rest of the squad held a line just outside the evac zone keeping the enemy back.

Vladimir got on his comm to the General. “We are holding the line with Phantom Squad at the evac center, we won’t be able to hold them much longer before we have to bug out, as far as I can tell all the operations personnel are evacuated from this section already. We are just waiting for you and any stragglers.”
 
The Sergeant heard the voice of the Hapan man, [member=Vladimir Kirov], as the Kaleesh nodded at his words. "Alright men, we hold Evac until Kirov and his boys come through. Glorzk, Dashade," Pravis commanded, pointing at two of his marines," Head up to Kirov, we got a injured man up there!" The pair nodded, as they wove past their fellow soldiers and began running to the injured men. " Alright men, Rorscach isn't going down without a fight! " Pravis yelled, matched with a resounding cheer from the soldiers. They quickly formed up, and guarded the escape pods, firing a few shots when a lone New Order soldier popped around the corner. Slowly, the amount of enemies grew more and more, coming in pairs and eventually squads. "Kirov, you better hurry up!"
 
Melakoth Tyrin said:
"They have the plans...they've got the technical readouts for the Omen."
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A frown formed on the face of the Darth as the news got to him. So these rebels had stolen the plans? Very well.

The purple form of Ferus would press forward, even as [member="Pravis Sharman"] , [member="Hasjo Hallu"] and [member="Vladimir Kirov"] retreated. Mercilessly he would cut through those in his way, carving the path for his troops to advance in. He was still a distance from Hasjo, but he felt him. And with that, he knew who these people were. Through his com attached to his ear he spoke, all of the New Order forces able to hear him.

"These are Silver Jedi. End every one of them."

They knew what the target was. And with that, they would press on, ripping through those close to push them to the escape pods. The announcement was over the loudspeaker after all. He knew every well what exactly was going on. And this was the perfect moment for him to capitalize.

"Be ready for those escape pods. Kill them all."
 
"Lord Ferus, we need to retrieve those plans. If anybody knows where they are, it's that Jedi. I recommend you move to capture him and get him out of there." Said Melkaroth. He was not nervous; rather, concerned. Extremely concerned. Destroying the ship an its crew would not be enough if they did not know where the plans were. Oddly enough, not only were these plans a weapon for the rebels but they were also a lifeline. Until they could be retrieved, Melkaroth couldn't use his full force, for fear of destroying their only leads.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
 
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The towering figure of Hasjo Hallu stalked down the corridors and hallways. He chanced upon the fresh corpse of a naval technician. It was not the only body he had found on his way to the dormitories. The access trams were overbooked as thousands fled from the ship. The passageways had become hauntingly empty. Unchecked fires and corpses littered rooms and bulkheads. His armoured hands gripped the metallic door and pried it open. He grunted with exertion as pure, raw strength tore the doorway open. He was confronted with a series of escape pods that had since departed, and in their place were Imperial boarding craft. The Jedi mused aloud to himself, "They're using our lifepod airlocks to attach their boarding craft. We go out and they come in." The entire vessel rocked once more, the metalloid Nautolan caught himself with his hand upon a wall. He steadied his feet, realising that the superstructure of the ship has taken a large beating. It wouldn't be long before this entire thing came apart. There was no time to find [member="Parmi Miemant"], he had to trust the force to guide her to safety. A voice crackled to life over this transceiver at his wrist, “We are holding the line with Phantom Squad at the evac center, we won’t be able to hold them much longer before we have to bug out, as far as I can tell all the operations personnel are evacuated from this section already. We are just waiting for you and any stragglers.
"Affirmative. Prep the lifeboats for immediate evacuation. Fallback to tertiary defensive positions. I'm on my way." He began to thunder down the hallway, glancing out viewports to see that Imperial Star Destroyers were targeting the hundreds of lifeboats that fled from the vessel. Few would make it onto the surface. He took an access tram, climbing into the shuttle that was filled to the brim with a variety of alien species but mostly human. They were packed in there, shoulder to shoulder. No one spoke. All that could be heard was the tremble of the ship, the whimpering of a young cadet and the crying of another. They had physically prepared for this, but mentally? Few could mentally prepare for atrocities such as this. The doors opened across the hallway from Sergeant [member="Vladimir Kirov"]. Hasjo marched forward, the escapees ran across the expanse and into the lifeboats. Hasjo clamped his hand onto Sergeant [member="Pravis Sharman"]'s shoulder, "Good work, soldier." The Nautolan, at only five foot, seven inches, moved into the escape pod. This pod was full, the soldiers would just have to take one of the other few that remained behind. The Jedi General moved towards the pilot, "Punch it." The shuttle hissed and dislodged itself violently from the cruiser. "We're disengaged. Heads up everyone, this is it. We're entering the planets atmosphere in five," Flight Officer Marlene informed them. Hasjo peered out from the small transparent screen, watching as the Venator-Class Star Destroyer was accelerating. The Fleet Admiral was trying to fly the ship manually. The shuttle burst through the atmosphere, flames licking across the outer hull. Beside them was Bite the Bullet. The behemoth ship flew overheard, flames and black, acrid smoke billowed out from behind the damaged vessel. "We're coming in too fast" Hasjo calmly commentated in his synthesised voice. Now was not the time for panic, least of all to panic the officers and soldiers that had strapped themselves in. "You don't think I know that?" Marlene barked back at the Jedi, slamming her fist down onto the dashboard. They came barreling through the clouds. The landscape opened up before them. a vast swath of jungle as far as the eye could see, and they were about to be in the thick of it. The shuttle shook ferociously, "Damn! Air brake failure!" The Flight Officer gripped hard onto the joysticks, attempting to safely steer the vessel. "They blew too early! I'm losin' her. Brace for impact!"

@[member="Darth Ferus"]
@[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
 
(OOC: Just a note, due to some confusion when posting in the Enrollment thread, I've edited my original post and the squad is called Rorscach instead of Phantom. Sorry for the confusion.)

The Kaleesh nodded at the robotic Nautolan, as he watched the escape pods doors slide shut, as they ejected from the Star Destroyer. Pravis watched though the window as the Venator bellowed out plumes of pitch-black smoke, in contrast to the bright, burning flames. " Damn. " Lars Dashade murmured, as Sergeant Sharman glanced at him. He couldn't even bear to look at the soldier, as despite the sheer horror and misery that came from the complete and total destruction of the massive ship, it was extremely captivating to watch. Suddenly, they hit the atmosphere, as stars melted away, and trails of flame burnt on the edges of the pod. As they sped closer and closer to the ground, fearing the worst, Pravis spoke to the men. " To Rorschach Squad, and every man and woman here, I must say it was an honor to serve with you." He gritted his teeth, bracing for the crash.

[member=Hasjo Hallu] [member=Darth Ferus] [member=Vladimir Kirov]
 
Seeing [member="Hasjo Hallu"] and a large group of frightened operations personnel across the hall as the doors opened Vladimir knew immediately they had to keep the enemy from killing or injuring any of these survivors as the groups of them pressed through. They would have to do this in stages, though the General had already raced past with the first group the Sergeant took charge of the rest of the group using part of Alpha squad to control the flow as the rest of them formed a line across the hallway, blaster carbines aimed down the hallway at the advancing enemy.

“Suppressive fire, keep their heads down,” ordered the Hapan man as groups of survivors started to cross the intersection in small groups and into the escape pods.

Firing down the hall at the cover points the enemy was using Vladimir had little concern for the amount of bolts he was firing on the enemy, he had plenty of spare cells, but where he would normally have ordered the use of grenades or flash bangs to keep the enemy distracted he knew those resources would be precious on the planet below and he had little doubt that the enemy would follow them there. They were relentless and seemed to be bent on the complete destruction of all the passengers and crew of the ship.

As the last of the survivors crossed into the escape pods Vladimir signalled to Alpha squad to pull back into the last of the escape pods as the enemy landing craft slammed into the empty escape pod hatches. The Hapan man spotted one last straggler apparently injured or at least dazed trying to crawl into the escape pod, stooped down and picked the woman up carrying her into the last escape pod. He strapped her in, checked the rest of his squad was off the ship and sealed the door of the escape pod.

“Punch it, get us out of here,” Vladimir ordered as he strapped himself into the last remaining restraint harness. He started to relax a little, the adrenaline of combat starting to fade and being replaced by the uneasiness of his stomach, he had been so focused on defending against the enemy that he had forgotten about how many issues the turbulent trip towards the atmosphere had been causing him. He swallowed hard as he looked down at the floor trying to ignore the spinning star field outside as the escape pod careened through enemy fire towards the atmosphere, no doubt some would be lost to enemy fire but certainly some would get through to the surface.

As the escape pod fell into the grasp of the planet’s atmosphere and started to shudder towards the planet surface Vladimir clenched his jaw fighting the urge to vomit. It wouldn’t be long now, solid ground, probably whole new dangers but at least he would be able to finally stop his stomach from doing backflips.

(Noted [member="Pravis Sharman"] sorry for the confusion, future posts will reflect the change.)

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
 

Jeela Tillian

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Jeela glanced back behind her, watching as he last of the medical team made their way into the escape pod, and then ducked aside as a blaster bolt scorched the wall next to her. She ducked as more bolts peppered the air around her. She brought her lightsaber up again and backpedaled as the boarding party pushed forward.

The team was clear now, and she could hear them yelling at her to join them. That would leave them hard pressed to escape though, depending on how quickly and blaster proof the doors were. She would have to take that option though. She had a strong feeling this was not time for her to die. Her blade danced in front of blaster bolts that put her charges in danger and blaster bolts darted back in the direction they came from, stepping back as she did so.

There wasn't going to be enough time to seal the hatch and get away safely at this rate. She would have to risk it. She almost turned around, but kept looking ahead, her arms beginning to burn from continually wielding her lightsaber. "Start sealing the hatch!"

She half-heard an argument behind behind her, but couldn't distinguish the words over the lightsaber hum, blaster fire, and then, finally, the hatch begin into close. She took a deep breath, wrapped herself in the Force, and threw her hand towards the New Order forces, staggering them long enough for her to turn and sprint for the hatch, watching as it drew closer and closer to being fully sealed. Blood pounded through her ears. Just two meters to go. One meter. She dove, deactivating her saber and angling down towards the opening.

Pain blossomed through her leg as a blaster bolt slammed into her. She clenched her teeth and bit back a curse when she crumpled to the pod's deck. Hands reached towards her. She waved them off. Heaving her self up on her arms and one leg, she landed in nan empty seat, breathing hard.

"Jeela, let me tend your leg." Relden, a middle aged Kiffar with a stern but kind face, looked over at her. She was the leader of the medical crew Jeela had been protecting, and even studying under. Jeela opened her mouth, but just shook her head as the engines bursting to life sent jolts through the pod and herself, especially her leg.

"Later. Vila has a worse injury." That was true, tThe younger medic had been caught in the shoulder, not far from the spine.

"I've already taken care of Vila. You were to busy playing hero to notice."' The woman raised an eyebrow accusingly, and Jeela nodded in assent. Relden gave a tight smile and pulled out her tools.

Jeela leaned back and clutched at her seat as the pod spiraled and plummeted. Hopefully they wouldn't be far from other pods when they landed. She tapped her comlink for the encrypted channel among the Silver Jedi, "Medical team Charlie is away. Light injuries. None dead."
 
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The pod tore through earth, violently grinding to an abrupt halt twenty meters from where it collided with the ground. They were in a dense jungle, appearing to be mid-day. Operation personnel coughed and grunted, some of them had died in the crash, those who didn't were visibly shaken by the event. The fresh corpses slumped forward in their seats, heads lowered. The living began to unbuckle themselves, whilst Flight Officer Marlene, the pilot of the shuttle, bitterly spoke, "I'm detecting New Order drop ships on approach. We need to get moving."
"What about the others?" a young officer asked about those who had died.
"We leave the dead to bury their own," Hasjo answered. It was a saying native to his species. It mean't it was not the living who were responsible to care for the dead. Marlene spun in her chair, blood dripped from her forehead where it had been split during the crash. She reached down to her heel, pulling her a pistol from an ankle-holster, cocking the gun she said "Too late. They've detected us. I've got an Imperial transport headin' in. Get ready. I'm dropping a beacon, hopefully the other survivors will find us." She turned to the dashboard where the scanners were found, "Uh-oh, another bandit droppin' in behind us! They're tryin' to flank us!" She thumbed the comms, trying to hail the other lifeboats "This is Delta-Five-Seven-Seven, we've got enemy bogies inbound. We need immediate evac. Repeat, we need immediate evac, over." The radio was left in silence on the other end. One of the Tyumen-1 armoured marines poked his head out of the back hatch, shouting to the others over his shoulder, "Look sharp! Imperial dropship landing. I could use some help over here!" Hasjo unclipped his AB-1 Marshal heavy blaster pistol, the others of Fireteam Pool loaded up their A1 Harvester carbines. Corporal Xai said "Look! More lifeboats.. they're coming in fast!" he raised a hand to the sky, where a variety of others in the distance fell from the atmosphere. Hasjo pushed forward, before the stormtroopers could even leave the protection of their ships, the Jedi motioned his hand "Open fire."


[member="Jeela Tillian"] | [member="Vladimir Kirov"] | [member="Pravis Sharman"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Maleus"]
 
As the escape pod rocketed deep into the atmosphere it streaked across the sky, inside Vladimir fought to keep his lunch in as the airbrake engaged slowing their descent to a more manageable speed allowing the pod to impact into the ground without killing them all. They had impacted in a heavily wooded area near some of the rest of the pods, hopefully near enough that they could all form up and stage some sort of action against the enemy that no doubt would be pursuing soon enough.

Only part of Alpha squad was with Vladimir they were down by four marines and unfortunately they were in two different pods so forming up the squad would prove difficult. Unstrapping his harness quickly the Hapan climbed towards the rear hatch, he grabbed at the release and the rear hatch blew off its hinges giving him clearance to duck out of the pods and around the side. He took off his helmet, leaned over and puked. Rising slowly he spat the taste from his mouth and put his helmet back on, examining the HUD for clues of the situation.

In the immediate area there was a dozen pods, they had no maps of this planet so the scanners in their helmets and the few active scanners in the pods were forming a picture of their surroundings. As Vladimir started to get his bearings the rest of Alpha started to form up, beacons began popping up in the HUD and distress signals from various pods started coming in it was a horribly disorganized mess locally, and it seemed no officers had been amongst this group of survivors. Some of the operations officers were trying their best to bring some sanity to the mess but to little effect.

“Alpha time to get organized, we have approximately a platoon of men and women in our immediate area. The enemy will be coming soon enough, this forest will not keep them away forever. There is little doubt they will find a way to bring troops in here soon enough.” Vladimir instructed as he looked to one of his squad mates. “Compile the distress signals and set priority based on proximity first, then rank of the officer commanding the survivors.”

Looking at his HUD again Vladimir identified and isolated the comm gear of all the marines in the immediate area, they had more than enough personnel locally to form a platoon but unfortunately most of them were crew from the ship and few of them would be armed, still it was better than nothing. He activated his comm. From his HUD it was clear that the officers that had been in these escape pods were dead, someone had to take command and knowing he could do it faster if now better than the rest he decided it must be him.

“This is Sergeant Kirov, I have isolated your comms to operate on the frequency shared by Alpha squad, I am taking command for now as we apparently have no higher ranking officers in the area. Share comms with any of the ship’s crew that are equipped with comm gear, encrypt their signal with the cypher we are currently utilizing.”

As the marines started to respond to his orders more and more signals joined the HUD, they didn’t have all the details that were available from the equipment the marines were wearing but that didn’t matter. As officers from the crew started to join the conversation they started to try to assert their influence on the informal platoon.

“Sergeant Kirov, this is Lieutenant Marksen, I am going to be assuming command as I am the highest ranking officer here.”

“All due respect sir but no, if we were in space I would be happy to defer to your experience but we are operating on my field now, if you disagree feel free to bring me up on charges when I get us out of this mess.” Vladimir stated firmly as signals from the rest of the marines came through indicating they were intent on following his orders.

Realizing he was going to lose the support of those amongst them that were armed the Lieutenant backed off quickly. “I just might do that Sergeant but given the situation I defer command to you for the time being.”

Satisfied he had the attention of all those in the region Vladimir identified the pod nearest to the center of the group and marked it on his HUD transmitting the marker to everyone else in the platoon. “Ok form up on the location I have marked on the HUD, double time, we have distress signals to respond to.”

Minutes later the informal platoon was formed up, they had done an inventory of their equipment and found a few extra side arms, he had approximately four squads of armed men and a naturally defensible position. He quickly formed four formal squads out of the marines and crew that were armed, Alpha of course, Bravo, Charlie and Delta.

“Delta Squad dig in here, we will establish this location as our base, Lieutenant Marksen and his crew will assist in establishing a medical triage center here. Bravo and Charlie we have formed a search grid, I am uploading it to your HUDs now, I want you to gather what survivors you can find and bring them back here. Bring along any gear that can be carried the Lieutenant and his people will keep an inventory of everything that we have recovered.” Vladimir ordered as he looked at the Lieutenant who had questioned his command who was glaring at him intensely. It didn’t matter to the Hapan man if the Lieutenant liked him or not, as long as he could keep them all alive, that is all that mattered. “When an appropriate officer is found in good enough condition to take command I want to be informed immediately, they should take command of this platoon as soon as they are able. We have identified the signal of the General’s escape pod, they have activated a beacon and their signal indicates they are under assault from enemy drop ships. Alpha squad is going go directly there and provide assistance. Orders understood?”

As all the marines and a few of the crew nodded in acknowledgement Vladimir knew he had the buy in he needed. “Move out then, inform me of any difficulties.”

The squads fanned out to perform their assigned tasks, delta remaining behind with what remained of the unarmed crew to dig in a defensive line as Charlie and Bravo moved from pod to pod rescuing survivors and gathering valuable equipment from those who no longer needed it the forest had so far kept the enemy back but that wouldn’t last forever. Vladimir and Alpha squad double timed it towards the beacon the General’s group had placed down. They came to the edge of the forest looking down into the valley below where enemy drop ships were landing most of them well back from the location of the General’s beacon but a few of them were converging on the General’s location and he could see an exchange of fire between them.

“Move it, the General and the survivors in that valley are going to be overwhelmed if we don’t get in there to extract them.” Vladimir ordered as he charged down into the valley using a gorge to cover their approach, they stopped by another escape pod finding all of its occupants already dead. “Gather weapons and ammo quickly.”

The squad geared up the two members that had been part of the ship’s crew with the weapons and armor from the dead marines in the escape pod as Vladimir gathered tags from the dead. No soldier who lost his life on this rock would be considered MIA presumed dead if he had anything to say about it. Of course that was unlikely as there would be a lot of dead soldiers on the planet and on the crippled ship above them but he was going to do his absolute best so every family of these men and women would get closure.

The rest of the squad geared up the moved forward slowly, picking their approach carefully, they climbed up the side of the gorge and peeked over the edge at the drop ships. He spotted the General and the survivors of his pod, he could see they were still exchanging fire with enemies on the drop ship but he could also see enemies coming up from the valley below they were much more organized then those on the drop ships harrying the General and the survivors with him.

“Ok, time to extract the General, we will have to drive a wedge in the rear of the enemy’s’ formation, get the General and his people out, once we have him back to the camp he can establish a proper command.” Vladimir ordered as he climbed to the top of the ridge signalling the marines in his squad to follow. He brought his blaster carbine up, aimed down the sight as the rest of the squad did the same.

They closed in on the rear of one of the emptied enemy drop ships, the crew of this drop ship had been intelligent enough to face their hatch away from the General and his pod so they could unload their troops in relative safety. Vladimir signalled two of his marines and the two crew members of the ship to enter the drop ship and kill the crew silently, they may be able to commandeer this vessel to extract the General and his people. He moved up the side of the ship with the rest of the squad using it for cover as the marines inside the drop ship indicated they had cleared the interior and were trying to establish control over the vessel. Vladimir peered around the edge of the ship seeing the enemy focused on staying in cover between themselves and the General’s position, exchanging careful fire, apparently intent on capturing the General. He signaled for his own men to move in behind the enemy slowly, keeping to cover and the moment they were spotted by the enemy they all took cover and began firing on the backs of the enemy in front of them. They had the benefit of having the enemy so most of the enemy fell quickly and those that didn’t sought better cover to the left or right flank.

“General this is Sergeant Kirov with Alpha squad, we have commandeered an enemy drop ship we are here to extract you back to the treeline. We have established a base of operations in the forest the woods are too thick for the enemy to land in. If you would be so kind as to bring your people back to towards us we will cover your retreat.” Vladimir requested as he and his squad kept the fire on the enemy constant to keep them down. He popped a few smoke grenades off his belt and threw them beyond the General’s position between them and the enemy to cover the retreat.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Jeela Tillian "][member="Pravis Sharman"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin "][member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Maleus"]

TL;DR - Gathered survivors in the thick woods they had crashed in establishing a defensive line and triage center for wounded. Formed an informal platoon of ships crew and marines established four squads of armed individuals. Ordered Delta to hold their defensive position, Ordered Charlie and Bravo to seek out more escape pods, gather survivors and equipment to return to their defensive position in the woods before the enemy could get organized for a push into the woods. Took Alpha squad to extract Jedi General Hallu back to their base. Commandeered New Order dropship for possible use to extract the General. Engaged New Order forces engaged in combat with General Hallu and his survivors giving them an route to retreat along.

(Sorry for the length of this, just kept getting more ideas :) )
 

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Jeela frowned as stephe listened to communications, and winced as Relden finished tendon her leg just as they hit the atmosphere. Relden staggered and began to fall, but Jeela snapped her arms out, catching the older woman and guiding her to a seat. They exchanged nods and cinched the straps down, as the pod began to fall and whirl, blaster bolts screaming past.

Nausea roiled through Jeela. Flight did not agree with her. Or rather, flight did. Falling did not. She clenched her hands around the armrest as the gravity shoved her farther back into her seat. The ground was getting closer. She could sense the danger approaching faster and faster. The airbrakes activated, and their heads all slammed backwards into the hull. They groaned, and Jeela shook her head to clear the stars.

Then they slammed into the ground. Everything turned inside out and thunderous and rotating. The it stopped and Jeela found herself dangling upside down from her seat., She clicked the straps and she fell out, twisting aside to land on her back. Much better.

"Sound off!" Relden's calm voice cut through the groans and curses. One by one, they reported in. Jeela counted them. Here were unresponsive. Then it came to her.

"Jeela Tillian, padawan, accounted for." She limped over to the hatch and popped it open, staring into the woods around them. Friends were nearby. They just had to wait for evac teams to arrive. "I'll take watch."

She walked slowly out of the pod, listening and reaching out in the Force, lightsaber in hand.
 
Parmi sat cross legged on the floor of her cabin, her palms facing the ceiling. Concentrating on her breathing and clearing her mind of all distractions. The ship she was aboard was due to land on the jungle planet of Cholganna momentarily. As a Padawn, Parmi needed constant meditation in order to keep her mind sharp and there was no better way to kill time before they landed. She was accompanying her master, Hasjo Hallu but had no idea of the mission. It was not her job to delve too deeply into the reasons why, but instead to simply trust Hasjo. An ill-feeling crept through Parmi, interrupting her moments of peace. Danger presented itself as alarms sounded throughout the ship. The Togruta jumped to her feet instinctively. Without a second thought she grabbed her lightsaber and clipped it to her belt. She had to find her mentor. She opened the door to her cabin and stepped into the havoc of the hallways. Panic was etched on the faces of those who ran and shoved past her. The nameless civilians stumbled over the fallen in a panic, trying to reach the escape pods. She sprinted through the mass of hysteria in the direction of the bridge. The command bridge was relatively empty but for crucial members of the crew, the others had abandoned ship. Fleet Admiral Veir Tsu stood in the centre, blue skinned hands clasped behind his back. He turned to Parmi with piercing hazel eyes, yellow tattoos sketched across his cheeks, chin and forehead. He spoke only a few words to her, "I ordered the crew to evacuate the vessel, you will find your Master there."
Turning on her heels, the Padawan jogged through the eerily silent hallways of the almost abandoned Star Destroyer. Silence had fallen as all but members of the valuable crew had evacuated. The lights flickered overhead as Parmi hurried towards the escape pods. Side-stepping the bodies that lined the floor, she spared a thought for them, knowing they had not deserved that fate. The voice over the intercom announced that the last pod was shortly disengaging. The Togruta rushed to reach it in time, hoping that Hasjo had made the evacuation on an earlier pod. The corridor was lined with the corpses of Sixth Battalion marines and Stormtroopers, and operation personnel. At the far end of the hallway, the last of the pods had yet to leave. A lone gunner stood there with a carbine in one hand, and his other holding the door opened. He caught Parmi with his eye, motioning her to hurry, "Quick! We're cutting loose!" She found herself pushing through the hatch into the lifeboat, the doors slamming shut behind her. Those in the escape pods were mostly injured soldiers from the heavy fighting in the ship. Those who had waited behind to save the others. Commander May buckled himself into the seat beside Parmi, looking to her "Lose someone?" Replying with a simple nod, she fought hard to keep fear from her mind.
The capsule shuddered as it released into the atmosphere. It shot through the envelope of air surrounding Cholganna. Parmi was thrown forward during the collision with the planet, her harness holding her back. Her head had whipped back, her montrals harshly slamming against the seat. Her vision dulled. Her eyelids fluttered closed. And she fell into a deep sleep.

[member="Jeela Tillian"] | [member="Vladimir Kirov"] | [member="Pravis Sharman"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Maleus"]
 

Jeela Tillian

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Jeela leaned against a tree, getting the weight off her injured leg. The evac teams should be here soon. How soon was the question though. She couldn't protect the entire team on her own. She didn't even think a Jedi Master could manage to do that. Yet that was her responsibility at the moment. Blast this war. She wasn't a soldier or warrior. She was a fixer, whatever that entailed. Healing, yes. Diplomacy, yes. Kindness, yes. Fighting? Only if necessary. It was so pointless and created more problems than it solved. Yet it was necessary. She'd admit that. It needed to be done more efficiently though. One could cut off a million heads of the Sith menace, and it would live on as an innate part of sentients' existence. Everyone struggled with anger and hatred. Force sensitivity just made it more noticeable.

She stiffened,sensing danger around. She tapped the comms.

"Sergeant [member="Vladimir Kirov"], I have a full medical team at this location, with only me as to protect them. Do you have an ETA for an escort? Enemy forces are getting closer than we can express comfort with."
 

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