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Invasion Hubris of Empires | The Cold War | Invasion of Ilum [Empire vs. Alliance]

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Onboard the NIV Reckoning

Objective: Sabotage Imperial superweapon!
Opposition: Empire l Open
Allies nearby: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Judah Lesan Judah Lesan Caedyn Arenais Domina Prime Domina Prime
Enemies nearby: Koda Fett Koda Fett Varm Nul Varm Nul
Engaging: Jas Katis Jas Katis

Minerva was jolted out of focus upon feeling the hand on her shoulder. Twisting around behind the bunk she saw her new friend collapsing. Alarmed, she reached out to help but the medic got to him, dragging the wounded warrior away to safety as the others pressed the attack. Sparing one more look into their direction.

I didn't even get to know his name yet. Hope he makes it.

Klaxons blared repeatedly above the violence engulfing the barracks. Blaster bolts and particle shots roared with grenades igniting. Minerva fired the rest of her shots toward the nearest stormtrooper in sight. Bolts struck center Mass and forced him back but he remained standing before shooting back in retaliation. The young warrior ducked down letting the bunk's covers get shredded by the furious barrage.

Reloading a fresh clip into her rifle Minerva suddenly ascended into the air firing back down at her foe. He rolled out of the way from the first bolts shooting in return. Fortunately the deflector shield activated from her jetpack absorbed hostile fire as she kept shooting. Finally a bolt cut through the trooper's neck and he dropped face first. Just as she was descending two troopers came at her from each flank, one firing a scattergun and the other with a rifle.

Lifting back up as her shield weakened from the firepower Minerva answered in kind, aiming for any possible vulnerable spots. One of her bolts struck the scattergun trooper in between his left arm and shoulder. Grunting she dropped the weapon while Minerva focused on her partner on the right flank flying overhead as he tried to shoot her down.

Only to be gunned down in the back by another Mandalorian with a repeater. Minerva landed with a thud turning to her wounded foe from behind. Instead begging for mercy the trooper reached for a pistol but her foe shot first into the neck as before. Turning around she saw the Al'verde snapped the neck of the last stormtrooper, letting him collapse to the floor.

They had taken the barracks but at great, several wounded with a few more dead spread out over the place with their fallen enemies. Minerva raised an eyebrow underneath the helm.

These troopers are indeed a worthy challenge and there more awaiting us. So be it then.

Letting the medics take care of the injured the Al'verde bellowed. "Forward! We can't stop now!"

At that command the clanless warrior sprinted off after the commander with the remaining members of their unit. The next door slid open and they surged forth to the passageway and into a clean and large mess hall. There were long metal tables arranged in rows opposite with the serving line and adjacent kitchen behind it.

Just as they entered more Mandalorians followed them in but on the opposite hostiles appeared, from Imperials to what Minerva assumed to be mercenaries. As soon as both sides registered each other instantly the mess hall erupted in open warfare.
 


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ALLIES: Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau
OPPOSITION: Enigma Actual Enigma Actual
EQUIPMENT: 1 x Songsteel Katana | 1 x Songsteel Wakizashi | 1 x Practise Lightsaber | 2 x Climbing Picks

The first one went down easily - she had felt the bubbling up of his realisation when she got close, fear as her blade cut through fibre and flesh, fear that was chased on its heels by abject pain. Pain that the soldier would no doubt live through, as she spared no time hesitating to move on to the next, incapacitating him so, much like his comrade, he would survive.

Whether that would be a good life for them…? She stamped down a frisson of remorse, a stab of guilt, swallowing it in the measured cadence of her breathing; she would deal with the the ramifications to her mind and soul later, as when the energy bolts came for her again, she was warned by the empyrean and shot her free hand out to haul back on the falling soldier, pulling her smaller form fully behind him in that scant moment, and letting his duraplast armour take those shots on her behalf like a crude shield, before releasing him to crumple.

Ichika had hardly half of a moment before the whirr and scrape as the line shot out in tandem with the Force’s sharp urging for her to move, and she pushed off to hop a good ways back, just narrowly depriving the grappling hook of making its mark, her feet finding ground as it clanked against the cavern floor.

Koshinuke.*

A word uttered in disgust while in the ensuing moment after her landing, she reached out through the all-encompassing and influenced the retreating hook, willing it to make purchase on the soldier she had just felled, but whether it made its mark or not, she was onto the next thing...

"I will not be wrangled and put down like some rabid animal."

...directing a surge of invisible force at the Mandalorian-trained soldier across the gap that separated them, aiming to further destabilise him while increasing the distance, backing towards the tunnel from which they had come, flicking the blood from her blade as she moved, but she wouldn't get far. The same heady warning, visions flashing through her mind, hitting her as they did for others...

Destruction. Images of the superweapon flashed, the red hot prow of his vessel as it screamed through Ilum's upper cloud layer and burst into view above the crystal caves. Fear. The sounds of the Claxons, screams of the dying still not found on the ship, the desperation of the surviving crew as they tried to fit as many as they could into transports and other vehicles for safety. Caution. A warning telling of the destruction the Courageous would cause as it crashed into the ice below.

...causing her backward steps to become a stumble and stop, which she shook her head free of as the imagery ceased, blue eyes flicking in a swell of urgency towards the other white-haired padawan.

"Ariana," she spoke, sudden and at a higher volume than was typical of the soft-spoken half-Zeltron, "we need to leave, else we may be forever a part of Ilum," and she shot a look towards the as-yet nameless soldier, "this place will become rubble shortly."

*Coward

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HUBRIS OF EMPIRES
AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY


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CAIRN_ONE
IMPERIAL KNIGHT OF SERENNO

DRUID-GRANDMASTER OF THE HIGHLAND BROTHERHOOD
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Belligerents
(IMPAF Vs. GADF)
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Saul Vandron Saul Vandron Enigma Actual Enigma Actual FN-999 Hall Mannarra Hall Mannarra Bex Tarring Bex Tarring Delilah Jones

Aoki-Barran Mira Aoki-Barran Mira Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris Orik Dakari Orik Dakari Sid Berik Sid Berik Sars Sarad Sars Sarad Sabe Aner
Wolfram Triko Wolfram Triko

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Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Bernard of Arca Bernard of Arca Mylo Thorne Mylo Thorne Kaul "Joker" Emos Kaul "Joker" Emos Sara Roche Sara Roche
Shar Sieu Shar Sieu Kragr Krayt Kragr Krayt Cale Gunderson Cale Gunderson Aleksandr Stirsea Aleksandr Stirsea Nida Perl Nida Perl


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BORN OF BRIGHT STARS I: SURVIVING FORMER ALLIES - PART 3
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FOB: Reverence, Western Kyber Mountains,
The Hallowed Scar, Ilum (Spring of 877 ABY)


Explosions just beyond the half-obscured latter half of the 313th Armoured column.

Danger close, and dangerously close to column and FOB alike.

Goood.... Just what the doctor ordered.

If any potential attackers on the west front remained to harry the tank column's eastward approach, there wouldn't be any of them left after that, not after Tarring's heavy-laden rocket barrage, not with the weight of high-volume rocket destruction raining down on almost every uncontested league for a few miles at least. Lighting up the dark, cloudy skies above with the fiery, whistling menace of the Free-State's artillery array, the Wanderer couldn't help but appreciate the pretty glow the missiles were casting on the snows below as they sailed outward into the wilderness.

<"Barran to Cairn Two! You're up. Prep the entire array.... Time for Sally-Plan: Echo.">

<"Coordinating with the others now, Milord. Cairn Two out!">

But the real beauty awaited at the endpoints of their trajectory, as the Lord-Colonel knew fine and well the gravitational principle of,"What goes up must come down.", understanding the precision of the locked-in coordinate homing tech to elementarily comprehensive extents as the flashing thuds shook the snowy ground beneath Lord Michael's feet. Enough to spring to action again, enough to make preparations for an all-out counter on the GADF while the opening was still there for FOB: Reverence to exploit, depending almost entirely on the swiftness of their response as a result of the scuppered ambush itself; and with the tanks steadily rolling in one by one, all it would take to make the 313th contingent useful again was a small run of light repairs and replenishments, with enough time on their side to let all the rescued crewmen stretch their legs for a while.

All who made it back would be eager for payback, the Lord-Regent's recruitment doctrines were targeted towards bringing such vengeful fervour out from within, and when it mattered most to do so, Lord Michael had long since known of his father's talent for making use of this hard-to-break quality in his Sabretooth-Troopers and tank-crews alike. Looking on as the first Cataphracts were in the process of refuelling, sitting back and lighting a cigarra as the shell-loaders kept to a safe distance, the Woad couldn't help but appreciate his father's aptitude for trooper selection-training, seeing and reading the unwavering morale-levels through their body-language and standing-postures alone. Even the exhausted ones were seen in high spirits, doing their best to relax and recharge in their own way as they lazily directed the fuelling-station staffers hither and yon, and all whilst they ate and rehydrated for the next phase of the battle, fully aware of the situation as they stuffed their faces full of calories in anticipation.

The almost-uncanny peacefulness within the HASCO line would be enjoyed for another minute or so before he flicked the cigarra's remains to the winds, taking in the brief serenity for just a little while longer before he set to work in reading the wilderness beyond, using his heightened senses to gaze across the frozen wilderness to the West. But then another barrage would break the quiet hubbub of the working servicemen in the near-distance, and in the moment the Wanderer looked up to find larger jet-trails in the clouds, Barran chuckled in the realisation that this strike was retaliatory in nature - preemptive though Lord Michael surmised it to be.

Interesting.... I must admit, I quite like this Tarring fellow's mindset.

Jolly good show, Lord Bex. I think I'll be meeting you soon enough.

And it wouldn't be long before the trajectories were tracked by the Highlanders' map-technicians, every part as eager as everyone else would be to learn where the heavier-grade missiles were aiming, and not long after, Sir Randall would find out and surely inform the Woad soon after. However, something else was happening in the western wilderness, a matter of irritation with the young Imperial-Knight was transpiring, though McBain would draw him away from the west in the clamour of his ascent up the watchtower's durasteel stepladder, clunking with every pace he made on the way up.

But when the ever-reliable Gallowglass exclaimed,'Haw, Michael! You'd never be able t'guess guess where they're headed by the way, seriously! This is nae joke in the slightest, but.... Those payloads are headed straight for the GA's landing-zones, an' its been confirmed by at least four analysts already! Tarring is not fething about the-day!', Lord Michael was pleased to know he would have at least some of the responsibility's weight lifted from his shoulders for a time. There were able-bodied and cunning officers on hand to take the fight to the GADF, first of two Imperial battlefronts lucky enough to break out from their defensive stance, and of those braving the westward push, Barran found himself quite glad to have sly foxes like Tarring at the ready in the battle's most uncertain hours.

'Aye, he's either caught wind of our intentions or decided he's had enough also. Either way, we're pushing westward an' I think I have a plan to help, so pay attention.... All IFVs, Technicals, Cataphracts in our hangar.... Ready every last one of them, and follow to whatever glory awaits - I sense a decisive action on the horizon. And I want the Highlanders there for every last second of it.'

With nothing left to be said, Imperial salutes and brotherly handshakes were given and McBain was quickly on his way to oversee Barran's orders, by then fully aware of everyone's intentions of breaking through and out of the perceived encirclement-cauldron; and whether it was to leave their mark on their attackers by hitting them where it hurt, or just to make their defiant collective presence felt against their nemeses, Lord Michael knew that it was just a natural urge for Imperials under fire to strike back as heavily as possible. The only snag in this change in plan, meagre and recalculable though it was in the grand scheme of the battle, was the fact he would need to put Sally-Plan: Echo on hold for another contingency down the line, as the assignment of support vehicles fortunately required the commitment of much fewer soldiers for the Major-General's armoured charge for glory.

Happy to let his trusty Gallowglass take control for their part in the Empire's first offensive action of the battle, the Wanderer's attention would finally wander from conventional matters to those of mythic nature, looking westward again in the hopes he could catch the reaction of what was missed in McBain's loud interruption; but what Lord Michael would catch in the following moments, amplified telepathically by Mira's rising rage and disdain as catalysts, would bring out a rather venomous response almost immediately. Ringing clear as day in Barran's mind, he could sense almost everything that was happening with Aoki in theses moments; sot only could he hear the telepathic communications of his comrade, but in Mira's rage-induced amplification of power, the spoken words traded between the Imperial Knight and her Jedi opponent could be heard with ease.

Not revealing my presence, at least - not yet....

They're poised now anyway.

However, the debate between Aoki and Tafo was growing rather heated, and of the outbursts Barran was hearing at the time, the words of the Jedi were striking the Druid the wrong way. In complete contrast to the loyalties reaffirmed in Mira's responses, it seemed that Aaran's keen, quarrelsome retorts went against the very fabric of honest Jedi behaviours; and in remembering what was learned from secretive Force-Wielding mentors over the years, along with the heart-warming memories shared with them despite their Jedi affiliations, it seemed Mira's opponent was yet to learn all the most important lessons in his path. Almost as if the Jedi himself was trapped in a paradigm with no way of knowing he was trapped in it, like Tafo was stuck in the Galactic equivalent to Tarkinist propaganda, and for as long as Barran insisted on listening in silence, the disgust that assailed his sense of reason would continue to intensify to volatile extremes.

In other situations, the Woad would have let it go, but in the understanding of the Jedi's behaviours, he believed examples were to be made. Nothing would stop him from intervening, not for as long as he still believed in Mira, not for as long as his power kept the fog of chaos at bay. As far as Lord Michael saw it, the young knight's opponent had no right to condemn the Empire with their own wrongdoings considered, no right to offer desertion or defection to the GA, and no right to even attempt to justify it to Imperials of Mira's sort.

~=And there he goes with the same two-dimensional generalisations again.... thinking all Imperials the same, as if this Serennoan phoenix sigil on my coat ever adhered to Tarkinism. And there I thought Jedi were smarter than that.=~

Speaking from the soul, projecting every last word in his mind to those of whom he was intently listening before, this was Michael's human truth, and in a way, his rather animistic take on the truth of Dia's determination. It was this part of him (amongst an entire host of contrasting traits) that set Lord Michael apart from his father, and though other differences were no doubt there to be seen, it was the burning intensity that hid behind the grey-backed blue of the Woad's irises that truly set the Wanderer apart from his father. A standalone facet to the anomaly that was Michael Barran, and one such that stood as a locked gateway to many more like it, but one in particular was shining out brighter than all the others, though ironically one that further-likened the Druid to his father as a result of his tirade.

The propensity to speak out, and habitually doing so against whatever is perceived as objectionable at the time; like a scratch that one can't help but itch for the convenience of brief, short-lived relief, Lord Michael just couldn't help himself, and the fact he felt compelled to discourage perceived mindgames would do nothing to keep Barran from speaking his mind.

~=How long must this act continue, Jedi? How much longer before the Pellaeonists decide they also despise you? The Galactic Alliance wouldn't want war with masters of Hearts and Minds, not when the Jedi have long since forgotten this power.... Now, enough with your over-eagerness. Just fight already!=~
 
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Hacks stared at the warning flashing across her glasses, unable to move as her cybernetics turned to slag. A voice emanated in her mind, a concious thought not her own, <You're not going to die>. She briefly felt something ethereal raise her from the floor and carry her outside into the snow, where the flames dissipated, and her cybernetic superstructure rapidly cooled. She felt like a prisoner in her own body, bringing her back to a time with Cato and KV-N1.

A soothing voice reassured her from her mind, <Hang in there, and this will all be over soon>. Hacks felt nothing but bitter fury and animalistic fear, a storm of emotions raced through her hyperactive mind, fighting for dominance. Unable to move her body, and her AJ unit still functioning, her mind retreated to the Net. Behind the Jedi the blast doors to the research station would come crashing down.

She'd die before she let anyone access her computers.


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The blank stare Jadwiga had while watching her fighter contingencies pick off weak and wounded targets belied the deep hatred that bristled within her. She was not present for any previous actions with the Empire and all she knew of them now was what she now witnessed. The woman had heard off-hand some things during her time in education at Corulag, but nothing prepared her for what she witnessed them do. They cared little it seemed, for the friendly fire, so she would see just how much they cared for their wounded and dying.

As warnings blared over the bridge she remained still, seated, with her hands clasped together underneath her chin. The batteries on her ship opened fire in kind, but the class of ship she was on did not come equipped with a wide array of personal weapons. The first impacts were dulled, but soon the barrage was felt and she could only help but remain calm now. There was no fear in her heart, only rage. "Shut down power to the breached decks and redirect it to the shields. Helm, turn toward the ships firing at us and present the smallest possible profile to target. Have the fighters shift their focus from the escape pods to the incoming interceptors and cover our bombers."

Jadwiga was thrown from her seat by a harsh impact. She stood immediately and grasped the railing near the command bay and raised her voice, "Give me a status report on the reactive shield arrays."

"Commodore, the excessive energy has been shunted from the emergency shut down cells and redirected into our weapon systems. Within a few moments the reactive shields should be back up and online." offered one of her bridge officers. True to her word the reactive systems finally had power restored and were up and running once more. That superweapon overloaded them immediately, and while it was quite a durable system there was no way that the designer of the array was anticipating having to deal with such a massive overscale of power like she had seen from that Onager.

With the reactive shields up and running once more the bulk and durability of the Wildfire increased in relation. The focused fire would allow the shield to stand up for a period of time, certainly, but not forever. Hopefully it was enough to enact the plan she had for the vessel.

Point-defenses began to fire off left and right as the intercpetors and fighters closed distance on not only her cloud of fighters, but the Wildfire as she pushed it toward their battle line. "Bring our ship up and underneath as closely as possible to the..." she paused to check the battle map, "Ave Imperator. I want you to unleash every possible weapon you can on the underside of their ship. We are going to use our shields to protect ourselves before we have to scram through the line again. I have confidence in our engineering teams to manage the power output and intake."

"Are you, serious?" asked one of the junior officers.

Jadwiga grabbed the man by the collar and shouted, "If I spoke with a stutter I think I would have known by now. We are in the thick of battle now and it is not the place for you to question my commands. This is the last thing that monster would expect us to do and so we are going to try to take them off-guard with unchecked aggression. Those freighters that came in got his attention and they were nothing. We distract this bastard long enough then the Alliance fleet can regroup more effectively. That is what we are doing, now do was I command or I will replace you with someone who won't question me."

The man looked scared, but nodded and relayed orders. Her fighters were engaged now, and even as they were outnumbered she was hoping that their skill was enough to cover the Y-wings on their bombing run. Still, she worried about them in spite of her facade. Hopefully those Y-wings could do enough damage. This was a major risk she was taking putting her ship in this position. "As soon as we are as close as possible, fire-at-will. Hail their ship again, but this time just leave them a simple message. A challenge, tell that thing that I will see him dead before this war is over."

ANV Wildfire
Shields
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Hull 68/100
Z-95 Headhunter 21/120
X-Wing 51/120
Y-Wing 39/60
F-29 Fortress Bomber 0/20

Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan
 


The very earth beneath their feet trembled. Ice splintered and broke apart, and Korvan could feel himself losing his footing. Were he to linger, he would fall beneath the snowdrifts, he would be buried in it, crushed by shifting ice. The sound of it drowned out near everything else in his mind, near everything else save for the familiarity. Oh how he empathised with the ice he stood upon then - how that shattering was familiar to the way his heart had broken on New Alderaan. How it had broken when he saw what Rakaan had become.

Korvan heard Valery cry out - once more she shook him from his own reverie. The woman leapt into action, moving rapidly to escape Rakaan's assault before sending a wave of rippling energy in his direction. A part of Korvan ached - told him to stop her, to not let harm befall the boy.

But Rakaan wasn't a boy any more. They were here to try and bring him back, to try and save him from what he had become, but right now he was not a boy. He was not even the man that Korvan had raised him to be. No, right now - Rakaan was a threat. And Korvan could not help him if he did not protect himself first.

Leaping after Valery, Korvan's own blue blade surged through the air with him as he soared over the wave she had sent in Rakaan's direction. As it passed, he landed at the Imperial Knight's rear, cutting off any avenue by which he might have sought to escape the two, to seek an ally who would reinforce whatever lies were kepeing him there. Korvan would not escape his past, but so too could he make sure that neither would Rakaan.

He leveled his blade carefully, entering the same opening stance of Soresu that Rakaan had undoubtedly seen so many times before. But he made no move to attack, no move to start the fray - once again, he waited for his old student to make the first move.

"You are not the armour you wear, boy."

 


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HALLOWED SCAR, ILLUM:-
Sahar Sahar | Korvan Toldreyn Korvan Toldreyn Valery Noble Valery Noble Dagon Kaze Dagon Kaze

Reflected in those flame-filled amber eyes, Rakaan witnessed the crash of both ice and snow. It shattered into pieces, splintered into shards that lay strewn about the monstrous man-made arena. In such volume, tonnes of snow crushed what lay beneath and allowed it to become dead and buried. Some fractured piece of himself cried out in anguish, in deathly horror, that unyielding portion that wrestled for control over his fate, lingered on the notion of being caught underneath it all. Obliterated, wholly. Let it end, for them and him. But with all this newfound power that coursed throughout his veins, Rakaan was afraid; afraid that it would not mark the end of him.

That he would still yet live.

In a stubborn refusal to submit, the Imperial lashed out with the Force once more. He was strong, stronger than he had ever been before and with all the skill his years of preparation had afforded him, all without the grace needed to wield the Force. His corruption had enabled him to bend it, break it, dominate what there was of the Force left around him. It was a graveyard, on the surface and below with thousands of damned aboard a flailing vessel descending into atmosphere. On a collision course with the snowy surface. The light beckoned him again, demanded he save them as strongly as the darkness condemned them to their fate.

Caught in a wave of the Force, he pushed back with ice, rock and snow wildly whipping around him as his own booted feet slid across the terrain with a stumble. But Rakaan maintained his footing, the tense features alleviated in time to fully reveal Korvan in the middle of a dextrous leap overhead. Rakaan turned side-on with a head swivelling between the two, a pause between breaths.

"You don't know what I am!" He defiantly roared with empassioned strikes of his blue bladed saber following afterwards. Swift, strong, precise. Korvan was undoubtedly familiar with his form, the routine, the preferred movements that came with Rakaan. But with eyes turned a shade of gold and staring into Korvan's own, there was more to the conviction. Some heightened connection to the Force had amplified Rakaan's own capabilities. Each blow from his saber was akin to a battering ram, and he struck as fast as lightning in the most violent storms with pinpoint accuracy.

"You brought her," he yelled between swings and slashes, "Can't bring yourself to kill me?"

If there was ever a time that Rakaan was to end Korvan, it was now.

 


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Senate Intelligence Briefing Room

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Ben was late.

On his first day.

And the Empire had attacked Ilum.

All-in-all, a good list of things to have happened today. The Junior Agent wasn't quite jogging through the Senate building, but he was making a quick pace as he made his way to the situation room. He caught a few odd or unkind glances spared in his direction, during his time with the Marshal Service he'd made few friends within these halls, but investigating the private lives and connections of the Alliance's myriad senators had a way of doing that. It was enough that he had initially questioned the offer to work with DipServ - of all the arms of the SIA - but he felt as though one wasn't really given a proper choice when that call came.

Scanning himself past the senate guards posted outside, Ben finally made his way into the Senate Briefing Room - just in time to catch the tail-end of the Intelligence Director's briefing to the Chancellor. He was silent as he entered, sparing only a brief glance among those who had been assembled. It was strange to be standing in the room at all, in truth - he was a Junior Agent on his first day with the Agency, standing in a room with the Chancellor, the Intelligence Director, and any number of other movers and shakers in the Alliance.

But hey, someone had to run reports, he figured.

M gave her report, closing off with a question to the Chancellor. As Ben's gaze drifted between the two of them, he figured there was not likely to be a lull in this for some time. Of course, he wasn't about to start reading his reports aloud. Ben might've been a rookie, but he wasn't stupid. He timed his approach carefully, nearing the director for a quiet mention of his purpose.


"Ma'am, preliminary reports on the Empire's weapon have been updated after its firing - battle-damage assessments and recommendations are on their way." As he spoke, he settled the encrypted datapad he held before her and slipped away. He was a cog in the machine right now, far from the focus.

To be honest, he preferred it that way. Slipping back to the edge of the room, his eyes drifted to the holo tables, watching as the displays were updated near-constantly, a lag of verified and un-obfuscated information all that those in the room held. Glancing over all of the senators and decision-makers present, his cerulean gaze eventually settled on the form of the Chancellor.

Yeah, he didn't envy her.
 

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The Empire
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Equipment: Armour, Pistol, Vibroknife, Thermal Detonators x2, Stun Grenade x2
Engaging: stimky Amani Serys
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She remained steadfast despite the Jedi's rather provocative reaction to her criticism. The emotion behind the Jedi's response spoke louder than her words. "Then maybe you should be more careful before sending Padawns into the unknown." She replied coolly. They were at war and yet the Jedi seemed oblivious to the fact. If only they hadn't sided with the Alliance then they wouldn't get caught up in its politics.

The agent felt unthreatened by the blade since the Jedi had revealed her desire not to fight then she doubted she would turn around and skewer her. In her experience, Jedi were some of the few people she knew that kept their word, or at least that was the cynicism she had developed from her time in internal affairs. Having to scrutinise her own allies didn't exactly fill her with an inherent trust for them.

It wasn't an unreasonable question so it should have been expected but it didn't make conjuring an answer any easier, as suggested by her hesitation. She didn't want to accept that she was helping an enemy, she considered it more as she was taking the morally permissible course of action. In doing so, she did not expect to hinder the war effort.

"I'm not helping you. I'm giving you a chance to leave and take your Padawans with you." She replied. Amani had made her choice to be there, as had Zoraya, and they were responsible for the consequences, but the Padawans had not done the same and they didn't deserve to face the consequences of those who had neglected them.

There need not be any senseless deaths on her watch, but the same couldn't be said for her allies.

 


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501st STORMTROOPER LEGION | ENIGMA PLATOON
SUPPORTING | IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
NIO | Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn | Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris | Castor E-196 Castor E-196 | Katja Javik Katja Javik
NJO | Ichika Masudo Ichika Masudo | Ariana Du Couteau Ariana Du Couteau

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The grappling line surged out only to snap back into the vambrace as the Jedi vaulted away from the extent of its trajectory. The motion drew a furrow across Kriegan's brow in frustration before his instincts crucified his emotions and he followed through with the next natural action, his hand snapping to his waist to draw the disruptor-sonic hybrid pistol, grasping the negative space of the pistol grip in his left hand to bring the pistol up to his sights before immediately after a vicious kick was delivered to his side. A trauma sensor from the armor's heads up display sounded off violently in his ears in tandem with the impact as his eyes screwed shut and he eventually reclaimed his footing only for it to be threatened again by the cataclysmic impact of the superweapon into the cave's stability.

He naturally crouched into the impact, seeking cover as the foundations of the crystal cave shook with the fierce impact of the weapon. The natural inclination of the Jedi, of most anyone else would be to escape, evacuate- hope at the very least one might be able to vacate this frigid waste with some shred of their mortality intact. Kriegan second guessed himself for a moment, hesitating a call for retreat to his platoon before he shifted his gaze to one of the fallen troopers at his flank, able to peer into the deadened eyes of his fallen comrade through the tinted lenses of the Stormtrooper's helmet, the full effect of the HUD waned to the point where he could peer into the irises of his brother-in-arms. In those eyes he could see a plea for vengeance as silence as it was a piercing scream. If Tavlar was going to see his end here- so too would these Jedi.

They'd spent far too long holier than thou, claiming themselves to be the scions of morality in the Galaxy. Yet here, they willfully put good men and women marching out in selfless patriotic service to the sword. Men hoping to return home to see their loved ones, to carry on a normal, uninterrupted life in peace after a stretch of chaos and violence behind them. A few more were snuffed of that opportunity today. It was a component of Kriegan's obligation of service to the Empire, to avenge them.

As the two made way from him he took aim down the pistol once more, delivering a frantic volley of seven shots in their direction before dropping his left hand from the weapon and taking aim with his vambrace once more, selecting the wrist rocket from his HUD he fired it out in the direction of their exit on a trajectory with the cave passage way's ceiling to collapse it ahead of them and effectively trap them with him.

<"You're not going anywhere Jedi."> Kriegan sounded off before bringing his left hand to the pistol again, flicking the selector to sonic and closing the gap with deliberate steps once more before sending a violent blast toward the nearest of the pair.
 
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Ilum Space,
Aboard the Doslanir-class Light Corvette 'Balac'*

Two thousand meters of durasteel. That's where they were being tractor beamed to. A behemoth of a star destroyer flying Mandalorian Enclave colors. It made Rohak wonder how quick these Mandalorians had acquired such fleets since the Desecration of Mandalore. Out there, in the far, distant and backwater reaches of Wild Space, they had come to accumulate vessels of clearly modern design. The pirate would've expected the complete opposite -- second-hand scraps welded together and jerry-rigged with volatile canons that would look ugly but punch hard.

It only made Enclave space all riper for plunder.

Clearly, there were riches on that side of the galaxy, riches in abundance.

Credits gleaming in his eyes were replaced by Veno, the small freak dispatched from the Empire, who had shoved the navigator from his seat and taken control of the damaged corvette's helm. Scrooge had already drawn his particle beam blaster and pointed at the back of the little demon's head.

"It's time for us to blow up some of your kind," the yellow-tinted visors turned so briefly towards Rohak, "I trust that is not an issue?"

Rohak gestured to his Nautolan quartermaster to lower his gun, then answered plainly: "My kind died on Mandalore." the survivors who had flocked to the Enclave in Wild Space may have retained their Mandalorian souls, but Rohak's soul was long gone. Lost in the Sith's defilement of his world.

He was dar'manda.

The worst of the worst.

"You're doing nothing right now." he remarked, jerking his head at the terminal infront of the Imperial enforcer. "We're tractor beamed. The bait has worked. Otherwise, we'd all be space dust right now."

"Head to the bay. We have a Star Destroyer to commandeer."

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The bay hatch of the Barlac slid open with a hiss and emptiness greeted the gathered engineers and their armed guards. A dozen balls tumbled down the ramp like toys, steel clinking against steel before the orbs exploded in cryoban, and a rain of blaster fire lit the darkness of the hatch ablaze as the deranged scum of the galaxy surged forth with a cry reserved only for those extremely ill of the mind.

The Battle for the Fury began.

ALLIES: The Empire | Veno Veno | Ignacious Korvan Ignacious Korvan
ENEMIES: The Galactic Alliance | Mandalorians | Jos Krayt Jos Krayt

*Balac: Mando'a for 'opportunity'
 

The ball of fire consumed all in its way, its unhinged flames dancing to the tune of wanton destruction across the stormtrooper's visor. He saw nothing but the fiery tempest he had unleashed, obscuring nearly all of his sensors and scanners integrated into his helmet.

Scorched scalps still counted.

The triumph pulling a smirk on his sweat-matted face was cut short when the inferno began to cease as if succumbing to the void of space that lacked oxygen. Confusion marred his features before a hurled saber sliced through the flamethrower's duct rendering it useless. The device croaked and stubbornly spat a few whisps of fire before it succumbed to its untimely destruction.

With the blazing storm of fire deterred, the burnt landscape cleared into view. The Nagai was already on the move, looking for an escape and warning of an impending cruiser's crash. The girl still remained defiant while the raven-haired boy had flipped on his legs once more. They had survived and anger rushed into the Imperial's veins at the revelation. He knew Jedi were hard to kill but that would not stop him.

The Emperor's orders were clear.

An alert blaring red on his HUD stole Sarge's attention as it would the rest of SCAR ( Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn , Margo Liaeris Margo Liaeris , Enigma Actual Enigma Actual , Katja Javik Katja Javik , Castor E-196 Castor E-196 ). The Nagai Jedi was right. A behemoth of the Alliance's fleet had fallen, crushed by the long arm of the Empire. Each SCAR trooper was expert enough to act independently given the circumstances. Hal would issue no order. The elite knew what to do and overcome.

The mission still remained.

Jedi scalps.

"If we are to retreat, the time is now."

"Godspeed." he plainly bid farewell to the boy as his arm lifted in the Nagai's direction and a wrist rocket was fired straight at the Jedi padawan. Flee or die, two Jedi still stood ahead of him. Sarge lunged straight into the nearest scalp for the taking -- a decapitating swing of his vibroblade at the raven-haired padawan finding his footing again. ​
 
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THE EMPIRE | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP
ALLIES: THE EMPIRE | Varm Nul Varm Nul | Koda Fett Koda Fett
ENEMIES: GA | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Caedyn Arenais | Judah Lesan Judah Lesan
ENGAGING: Minerva Fhirdiad Minerva Fhirdiad | OPEN
GEAR: In bio | unit equipment

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The group quickly linked up with a few stormtroopers as they made their way to another part of the ship. Except when they reached the mess hall of the vessel, all hell broke loose for the two sides as they took note of each other. Blaster bolts filled the hall as the troopers scrmbled for cover behind the tables and seats. Soon a barricade was erected, with Hellions and stormtroopers firing at the Mandalorians with everything they had.

One caught the Pureblood's interest through the mess of bolts around them. But she was going to have to wait for the moment. :: Take five men and flank around them. We'll keep them pinned. :: He ordered as he unclipped a flashbang from his belt. Several others did the same, and soon a volley of grenades sailed through the air or clattered along the ground.

The moment they went off, the Hellions sprung into action with rifles and repeaters at the ready. Some were already forced to switch to pistols and bayonets as they closed the distance between them and their enemy.

Jas aimed directly for the Mandalorian woman, firing in hopes of turning her in order to fire at her jetpack. If those were down, they were sitting ducks.

 



Good. Relief washed over him much like the arc of flames that licked at his flesh and at his clothes, threatened to burn him to little more than an ashen mess. It could have been the case, that much was true and Corin had come to realise it as all that reflected in his squinted eyes had been fire, a world on fire. Even as his feet felt frozen, numbed. His face flashed a faint and short-lived smile at the seat of a further distanced Jand. It made for one, at least, two could set his mind at ease.

Corin leapt onto his feet, met with a vibroblade on a sudden approach towards his chest. His honed reflexes aided by the Force had seen that his blue bladed lightsaber rushed to intercept, unable to knock aside as his feet seemed to have entrenched themselves in the snow beneath him. Imperial and Jedi both pushed against one another, vulnerable from outside intervention while the tides of their test fluctuated back and forth.

His tensed features fired a look worth a microsecond to Iris as the shifting of one foot had caused the Imperial to open himself up to Iris, or whatever it was someone such as herself could have planned. Corin had not picked her for the type to kill him, least not right. Perhaps an issue for another time. But for now, their facts were clear: this mission is over, time to leave.

Everyone makes it out. Even if it kills him.

 
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Enemies: Sharad Dhavale Sharad Dhavale

<<< “I told you to be careful with that tank,” >>> Justice called out over the comms.

Maybe it was better that the crystals be destroyed then fall into the hands of the imperial agents, but it was also better that they not be damaged at all. He was the one who asked for the distraction, and he supposed he had gotten exactly what he asked for.

Patience in the moment was difficult. He knew running out too soon would make the diversion ineffective, but it was hard watching as the ships he called for fell under fire. It was even harder knowing that there was already a casualty. His request caused that, no one else’s. How was any of this right? How could he justify one life for a bounty of crystals?

Just waited as long as he could, until the ships were well engaged with the enemy. They had made one pass over the convoy already, and what ships remained began to round for a second pass. This time when they opened fire on the escorts, Justice pressed the force to his legs and ran as fast as he could toward the tank.

He would not be able to move undetected like his uncle, but those who did see him would see a streak or a blur running toward the crystals. All he had to do was open the top hatch and get inside. The only problem with that would have been the fact Justice had to slow down. Once he made it to the top of the tank, he was going to be fully exposed.

There was only one option. Justice ignited his lightsaber and looked at the guy firing the really big gun.

“Surprise!”
 


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Location: Ilum
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Jed-Cred | Warden Cloak | Rings: 1 & 2 | Aing-Tii Arm | Green Sword Lightsaber | Bryar Pistol
Allies: Calix of Thyrsus
Opposing:
Castor E-196 Castor E-196

Static greeted him from the squad as he felt their flames snuffed out all too quickly. A few of them had been with him since the One Sith occupied Corellia and that invasion, old guard like himself. That left even fewer now of those veterans. But danger spiked as he felt his padawan in threat. Too vague and hidden, due to his opponent's stealth, but he heard the blast and grabbed the boy in an instant. Instead of the young one's head splattering, Julius took the bolt to the chest. Thankfully the highly modified armor from the Aing-Tii absorbed most of the blow, glancing as it was. But he still hissed in a breath, feeling what he was quite certain was broken bones as he spun out to the floor.

Laying there, he mused just how long it had been since someone got the drop on him like this. And just how rusty he was that they did. But that lasted only a second before instinct kicked in and he rose, bryar pistol in one hand and silver-green blade in the other, firing the pistol with loud barks of energy in the vague direction that the danger and sniper fire had come from. A trained eye would see he favored his left side, and stood stiffer there, but was still quite in the fight.

 


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STALKER
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Objective: Hubris of Empires
Location: Ilum - Subterranean Tunnel
Tags:
SCAR: Hal Vaiken Hal Vaiken | Enigma Actual Enigma Actual | Castor E-196 Castor E-196 | Kelinna Tryn Kelinna Tryn
NJO: Jem Fossk Jem Fossk | Cailen Corso Cailen Corso


Chaos had erupted around her as blaster shots filled the cavern. The Jedi attempted to flee deeper in the tunnels, and Margo’s companions set about pushing them deeper into the caverns. One of the Jedi she had taken aim at previously ( Jem Fossk Jem Fossk ) made her way toward the tunnels. Following the lead of the others within her squad, she jumped down from the overlook and gave chase. She pulled her rifle up to her shoulder and pulled the trigger.

Despite the young Jedi’s previous displays of alacrity, the bolt would impact hard against her shoulder. The bolt would burst upon impact, throwing hot plasma in a tight radius across the affected area. Quickly, Margo slung her rifle across her back and pulled her particle beam pistol from its holster and her vibroblade from its sheath across her back over the opposite shoulder. With an impassive expression devoid of any regard for her actions, Margo leveled her pistol at Cailen and fired another trio of shots, moving steadily to close the distance between herself and the now wounded female Jedi between them.

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"Though I wager it too big for you and your oversized ego, you animal."

"Charming. As always." on the outside, he brushed the cynical remark casually, almost mockingly. And yet, on the inside, there was a ripple of sorrow and even regret. Ever since he'd known the Knight, she always had been a little rougher on the edges. Perhaps the grim reality of the war surrounding them had smoothened them to his liking but the bile erupting from her lips was nothing short of malicious.

Sahar meant every word she said.

And perhaps that is where the tragedy lies.

The sweat peeling off their flesh, the torrid heat of war surrounding them, and the uncertainty of tomorrow had locked them into intimacy across the hundred trenches they had shared against the Sith. A safe haven, a needed port of call, from the turbulent waves of bloodshed and death. Now all that was left of that intimacy were the blades locked together in a lethal clash and the words unsaid spat like venom.

"You still look the same."

Caught off-guard, eyes widened in surprise, the former lover socked his face with her own. Bones cracked and crimson erupted from his nose as Dagon staggered back, one hand on his face. Instinctively, he snapped the bone right into place with a loud groan escaping his lips.

"...and you look older." the Jedi childishly replied in spite, even if it meant lying -- despite her vileness, somehow she had still remained attractive.

Dagon lunged at her once more. Aided by the Force with blistering speed, the raven-haired Knight danced and pranced with both blade, legs, punches, and elbows. A relentless, fast-paced attack, filled with acrobatics, befitting Form IV. "And none the wiser."

He feigned a slash from above to open her guard and deliver an undercut from below.
 

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Objective: Black Ice
Opponent: Saul Vandron Saul Vandron | Wolfram Triko Wolfram Triko
Location: Ilum

Thundering towards the AT-AT Walker, leaving shattered ice behind in its wake, crushing numerous unlucky souls unable to get into cover quickly enough. However, the HUD inside the Titan picked up the fast approaching target and Kragr instantly noticed Veteran Warlord with a fast beeline towards him. A wide exciting grin spread, seeing a singular warrior stupidly brave enough to face Kragr in his Titan alone. Breaking into a stop by tearing through the ground thanks to the sheer weight of the Power Armour.

Right before the general broke upwards into the sky, he would see the Titan raise the 40mm slug cannon directly at him and lit up the air where he was and would have completely shredded the General with high-explosive slug pieces. Luckily he just managed to dodge what otherwise would have ended the man's career on the spot.

With a heavy annoyance, Kragr sneered like a wild beast when the general decided to drop a payload of cryoban grenades, forcing Kragr to lift the Titan's large arm to protect the dom from getting iced. While the Cryoban did not necessarily do anything that could harm the Titan as Kragr had taken the elements into account when building the Power Armour. However, what it could do was remove Kragr's internal HUD and visible of the Titan forcing the Mandalorian to purely rely on the scanner, putting him at a great disadvantage.

Having successfully shielded his dom, it unfortunately also meant that he was forced to drop the cannon as otherwise the weight would have slowed his Titan's arms down. Then to top it all off, multiple warning beepings went off, alerting of highly destructive firepower punching heavily at the Titan's armour.

This type of weaponry was particularly destructive and it would only be a matter of time before the Imperial nuisance above him in the air would hit something that wasn't made of Phrik or Beskar plating.

"Okay krakker, you wanna play like that?!" Asked Kragr and in one surprisingly fast move for a construct like the Titan, General Vandron would be met by a massive roaring projected controllable jet of fire upscaled both in length and intensity from the Titan's wrist.

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A thunderous crash sent a wave of air through the sky and the surface the force of which rocked Pa'kar's transport. He knew on the ground it would be even more devastating. From the air he understood why the Alliance had dubbed the mining operation of the Empire the Hallowed Scar. For miles a crack large enough to fit a small capital ship zigged and zagged through the icy surface of Ilum, smoke billowing from the mining drills and lasers as droids and workers mined tirelessly. Below the surface manmade and natural tunnels crisscrossed beneath the walls of the scar he knew. But now there was a crimson dagger burning away forming a bridge of slag and burning coolant.

He didn't know where the ship had landed in relation to the ground battle below but he clearly saw both Alliance and Imperial heavy armor crushed and slumped at awkward angles beneath the tidal wave of snow and ice the Courageous caused. No doubt entrances and exits to the caves were clogged with stone, burning starship, snow, and ice now. He could only hope Alliance personnel got out of the way on the surface. he couldn't imagine what the caves would be like now after that thunderous crash.

"May the Force be with us all," he muttered. There was an eerie silence as the transports began to descend around the crashed vessel. And then he felt something in the Force. A powerful surge of anger and rage. Dangerous emotions. There was a rumble and even from the sky, he could hear the crack of ice. A voice cut through the silence, an ancient rumble filled with great power.


"I will not let you destroy my world, my children."
There was a surge in the Force as a great tree rumbled from the surface, its limbs bare of leaves but glittering with bright sparkling kyber crystals.

"You have brought great imbalance to this sacred place, you defenders of Light and Life."
A storm from a clear sky rumbled in around the tree, two glaring white eyes peered from the black clouds.

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