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

[Forlan Norsama]

IN TROUBLED TIMES

Location: Senate Intelligence Briefing Room, Coruscant
Objective: Monitor the Situation
Tags: Auteme Kel Se'Taav IVI Dracken Pryce

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FARKING IMPS

Forlan walked briskly down the halls, eyes glued to his datapad. Instead of his skeleton crew, a small squad of aides, attaches from Champala and even a hologram link with the Marshal of the Union surrounded him as he joined the relevant senators in the Briefing Room. He took his seat by the side and thought through the situation. Well-placed veterans of Champala's militia and the Vipers had given him warning of trouble on Ilum, but even they were not well-placed enough to give him a live feed of the information; not that he'd ask them to, anyway. They had more than enough to worry about.

The Senator felt a mix of dread and... battle-lust? in his heart as he watched the reports of Alliance ambushes of Imperial convoys. Textbook execution. Serves them right. But he knew the kind of war authoritarians loved to fight, especially when they had the brazenness to attack a place for little strategic reason, and he had no illusions of the fate of those in the snow right now; brutal, no-mercy slaughter, and many would never leave the crystal caves of Ilum. The bonds between the Alliance and Empire were over.

When the Director of the Strategic Intelligence Agency, alongside the relevant Senators, finally arrived, her patience was already running thin. "Director," her voice cut through all the noise, the note of anger unmistakable, "deliver your report. Quickly."

Forlan awaited M's response.

 

[Ronval Rubat]

IN TROUBLED TIMES

Agent ██████ - 'R U S T Y'
Strategic Intelligence Agency​

Location: Senate Intelligence Briefing Room, Coruscant
Objective: Monitor the situation
Tags: Auteme Kel Se'Taav IVI Dracken Pryce

FARKING IMPS

Agent Rubat gripped the railing, watching from the upper level of the briefing room. He watched in apprehension between the holoscreens, the communications over the systems, even the data transfers back and forth from M's control station to here. He felt helpless, blind. How could he have missed this? Yeah, his work was against Imperialist in the GA, but really, he had no excuse. Implicitly, part of SEAFOAM was to read the tea leaves of external threats through interaction with internal threats, and in this aspect he knew he had dropped the damned ball.

Ronval felt strangely slow and still. While the rest of the briefing room was a flurry of activity, he had nothing to do here, really. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be here; his department would already have someone with IVI to brief the Chancellor, but C-Int boss felt that it was unlikely Chancellor Auteme would not at least ask about the internal spying programmes. And Ronval had volunteered to be guinea pig to answer for that.

He tried to calm down. It was so maddening. The Imps striking now while the Maw campaign was gaining steam. Almost like they were never really committed to any united front against the Sith of the Galaxy. But then, even a blind pig would be able to tell you that after they broke the Accords years ago.

"Farking Imps."

 

[Iris Arani]

Danger.

Iris felt it too. Whatever plan she had fell to the wayside as she instead looked up. Other Padawan's scattered and fled, as was intended. They needed to get out. An explosion rocked the cave. But where the other two sought to strike back, the Keshian reached up. The colors around her stilled for just a moment before they pushed back against the falling boulder. Immediately she buckled, almost completely crumbling under it's weight.

But she didn't. The others, they helped. A couple who could anyway. Together they held the boulder at bay while the others scattered.

"Go!"

The trio that remained to help Iris nodded once before fleeing down the passage. With a slight nudge, Iris shoved the rock aside. Down into the path to block the way from the stormtroopers chasing them down.

That should buy them enough time to get out.

Hal Vaiken | Jand Talo | Corin Trenor

 

[Kyell Laysel]

Location: Ilum
Tag: Miri Nimdok Hacks

<If you insist...>

Kyell just smirked and made sure she was close behind when they approached the entrance to the facility. As far as he knew, whoever was hiding inside had no idea they were coming, as the drone spying on them from above was too hard for him to pick up on. But they'd know soon enough either way, as he found the heavy metal doors locked. <I've got this,> he said before he reached for his new lightsaber, ignited it, and plunged the blade into the center to start carving a hole big enough for them to crawl through.

<They'll know we're here, so let's be quick,> he continued after he stepped inside and, to his surprise, saw no guards. He couldn't feel any up ahead either — just a lone presence in the Force, deeper within the building. Had the Imperials really just assigned a single person to this entire part of the mission?

<When we get close, can you call out for them to surrender?> he asked as he began leading the way through the hallway. If it really was just a single person, perhaps the presence of two Jedi would be enough to get them to surrender. If they decided to fight anyway, he felt confident he could handle it with Miri.

With slow and careful steps, they made their approach to the room containing the hacker.

 

[Osarla Ridor]

GENERAL RIDOR
222ND NOVA CORPS | 512TH LEGION | 312 ATTACK BATALLION
ILUM | DRILL SITE | NORTH POINT MINING AREA

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Sion's temporary expression of conflict was met by the steeled glare of Master Ridor. If there was one thing she was inflexible about, it was following orders.

That lesson seemed to have stuck, and despite his visible reluctance, Sion disappeared into the caverns.

Just in time, too.

Over the ridge, Osarla's attention snapped to a precursory alarm that rippled from the nape of her neck outward.

It was a strange sensation. Warning, but bitter and cold. Devoid of traditional darkness that fed on hateful emotion. The general frowned.

Counterfire raced through the wind and snow to the location they'd last scoped the glowing purple sword through the elements. The streaks of plasma from the marines, and the snow flurries made it hard to track her opponents visual.

<Remain steadfast on that drill!> Osarla barked into the comms of her company just as she brought up her blade to deflect the incoming beam. The point of her sword touched it, but did not stop it. In a split second, it fizzled and snapped, and Osarla only had an instant to snap her free hand up.

The beam growled and roared, static, suspended a millimeter from her ankle. The edge of it licked hungrily at the armour plate that ended above her foot. She could have sworn she felt a distinct tingle crawling beneath the bodysuit of her skin, like her foot was falling asleep.

With a grunt, the master thrust her hand out, forcing with intense focus, the dangerous beam back from whence it came.

Whether it made it or not was unforeseeable.

ALLIES | GA | NJO | | INDIRECT | Zhea Nox | Varen Ardos | Sion Lorray COMING FOR BEBE Gabriel Pryce
FOES | THE EMPIRE | Enyo Typhos

 

[Orik Dakari]

Operation Black Ice
908th Legion, 303rd Forward Security Battalion, 1st Company, 1st Platoon, Section 1
Location: THE HALLOWED SCAR, ILUM
Objective: REPEL AMBUSH
Equipment: Snow Armor
Tags: Hall Mannarra Michael Barran​

The thunderous roar of engines in the distance would force them to shift their attention away from their comrades for the moment, however, as a new, and much more dangerous threat emerged. Turning his panoramic periscope towards the source of the engine sounds, demanding his attention, it did not take long for the young crewman to shout for his gunner to bring the turret to bear.

<”GUNNER! HEAT! TAAAAANK! LEFTLEFTLEFTLEFTLEEEEFT!”> The man ordered in panic as he watched the turret of a Terenta Pattern Main Battle Tank turning towards him in horror, roughly three hundred yards to their south-east.

<"Guardian One sounding off as your cover from the north. You're clear to move for now, fellas.... Though not for long on our end sadly, but we'll deal with that on our own initiative - so just focus on getting back to FOB: Reverence, bais. Tunnel-focus time!">

<"Appreciate it, Guardian One, beginning extraction operations-">

<"Roller-8-1 to Basel-Actual, be advised, enemy armour moving hard from our east towards the convoy.">

The blocking detachments have displaced, laying into the convoy. Orik and his troops were the only ones in position to do something about it.

<"Actual to Rollers, how goes armoured engagement?">

<"Roller-8-2, chased off enemy armour but they'll be back.">

Orik bit his lip under his helmet as he looked down the macrobinocs down at the convoy. He keyed the QRF's net:

<"Section 2, continue manning westward gun positions. Actual to 8-Ecks, spare two squads and mount up in Roller-8-2. Hit them from the rear.">

<"Roger.">

<"Roller-8-1, maintain patrol of the southern flank. We'll establish southward facing defenses.">

The QRF got to work; while squads of stormtroopers re-mounted and the second tank went to hit the Alliance tanks from the rear, the rest of them on the ridge continued to man the Alliance heavy weapons, firing down as best they could. Soon, some of the repeaters had been turned around to face possible Alliance counter attack.

<"Roller-8-1 to Actual, hostile APCs from the east; at least 4. Two tanks. Will draw them away.">

<"Affirmative, give 'em hell.">

"You heard him! Heavy guns, range and fire at will!" The MPs and stormtroopers rushed to their positions, turning some of the guns to face the onrushing enemy. Sure enough, five APCs thundered out of the snow to meet them. Almost immediately, heavy guns on both sides opened up and the air was filled with heated plasma and blasted snow; Orik ducked down under a makeshift embankment before peeking again. The APCs were unloading soldiers, many already rushing the Imperial positions.

"Incomiiiing!" Someone yelled, and before Orik could clarify, he was flung into the embankment by an explosion to his rear. Ears ringing, he pushed himself back into cover as he heard the dreaded words;

"ARTY ARTY ARTY"

"TAKE COVER-" Orik could no longer hear himself as shells landed all around. Through his HUD he could see the life signs of several of his men go flat, but there was nothing he could do. He lay there, pressed against the ground even as snow piled around him, thrown up and falling to the earth from the bombardment. Though it lasted barely a few seconds and was relatively light, it felt forever. When it passed, Orik got up, struggling to pull his blaster from the snow. The enemy infantry was dangerously close now.

"Stand to!" Orik opened fire from the mound of dirt that passed for cover; well-placed shots down a few, but there were too many, even with the Repeaters firing again.

<"Roller-8-1, return to our position, we need back-up! 8-1, do you read?">

<"Strider-8-Oh, we read you.">

Strider? Why was-

Heavy laser blasts raked the Alliance infantry from behind. A momentary obstacle as they dived for cover, but enough for Orik's men to move unimpeded back to the prepared defense and open fire. Another salvo of laser fire caught one of the APCs and it went up in flames. The two still active moved forward, providing covering fire against Orik's men as the Alliance infantry retreated back to them.

Orik looked in the direction of the lasers and saw two AT-MPTs trundling towards the Alliance soldiers, firing. The Imperial soldiers cheered when they saw the walkers, a sight for sore eyes. One of the APCs fired back, a lucky shot taking out one of the walkers' cannons. The walkers backed away, circling towards Orik's position while maintaining their distance. The APCs mounted up and limped back away.

<"Strider-8-Oh to Basel, sitrep.">

The Lieutenant had arrived with the walkers after all.

<"Medium casualties, we're covering the convoy's retreat back to FOB from this position. Roller-8-1 and 2 are still in contact-">

<"We came across 8-1. They... didn't make it. Went down fighting, and we avenged them.">

<"Sir, there was mobile artillery in the battle area.">

<"One of the walkers went after it, just dispatched it and is circling back around.">

<"Then I suggest the walkers secure Roller-8-1.">

<"Sounds good; third walker will arrive shortly and cover you lot while we assist the tank. Prepare to move off once the Roller-8-2 is back.">

<"Yes sir!">

The soldiers stirred to activity, taking as much useful equipment as they could and dressing the wounded. Orik coordinated the packup, moving from section to section to supervise.

"Ajreo, you up?" He asked the corporal, leaning against one of the barricades.

"Yea... but many of our guys aren't." The Corporal looked down at the bodies of some of the soldiers, many of them new MPs like Mhlant.

"Sarge, what do we do with the big guns?" Qelso, one of the new MPs, asked as she jogged up.

"Set up charges and spike them; proximity mode. But controlled det. on the heavy guns to be sure."

They would leave nothing for the Alliance once they left.

Spoiler: MAP

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

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Objective: Sabotage Imperial super-weapon onboard the NIV Reckoning
Tag: Jos Krayt
Opposition: Empire I Open

Onboard the Vhipirheim​

Minerva and many of her vod paused when they felt the entire ship shake. Something has just happened but what exactly? Quickly the unit leader received a communique, updating their objective. Hearing Masha speak and pat her on the shoulder she turned to see his grinning face. Beneath her helmet Minerva rolled her eyes in amusement especially when the Krayt warrior made his bet.

"You're on. I bet we'll be done in an hour and a few minutes after. I'll be enjoying that first round when we're done."

Minerva laughed, feeling the tension lessening. Deciding to introduce herself she added. "I'm Minerva Fhirdiad, adopted daughter of Jorel Merrik, pleased to fight alongside you vod." Of course she highly doubted her late father's name was well known even among their brethren. All the same she is proud to claim kinship with the man who raised her as a Mandalorian.

Once every Mandalorian fighter was onboard the unit leader addressed them quickly.

"Our new objective is to eliminate the Imperials' new fancy toy onboard one of their destroyers. Remember watch each other's backs and don't do anything stupid or the Imps will be the least of your concerns. Do I make myself clear?"

The warriors answered. "Elek ke'gyce!"

The Al'verde nodded and concluded.

"There are brave men and women on the other side…let's go kill them!"

Minerva cheered alongside many of the others upon the declaration. Just then their pod was readed inside the accelerate-cannon. For the briefest of seconds the young warrior closed her eyes and thought.

Here we go…

Suddenly she felt the pod shot out, vibrating violently as it did. Theirs and other pods launched in rapid succession. Keeping a hold of her blaster rifle Minerva waited as the pod continued on its course, shaking every few seconds. Just as the flight seemed to go on when the pod and the other ones that made it slammed into the Ongar-destroyer, piercing through the hull.

Onboard the NIV Reckoning​

Feeling the jolt Minerva as she steadied herself realizing this is the moment of truth. The front hatch opened and the invaders bellowed out a collective war cry as they rushed out. Through the initial smoke Minerva immediately saw they were inside a hallway and there were some Imperials opposite of them. Without hesitation she aimed and fired three round-burst into an officer's chest just as he was getting up to his feet, killing him instantly. Mayhem erupted as both sides exchanged fire with one another.

 

[Kelinna Tryn]

R E A P E R
THE EMPIRE
CAVERNS | ILUM
ALLIES: Hal Vaiken | Margo Liaeris | Kriegan Tavlar | Katja Javik | Castor E-196 | TE
ENEMIES: NJO | GA
ENGAGING: Silas Westgard | Kara Jade
GEAR: Armour | Sniper rifle | Pistol | Rifle | Vibroblade | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout

BLACK HOLE​

Breathing space at least.

"Today will not be our downfall..."

"Don't bank on it, boy." Lily said, ready for him.

When he started to move, the Reaper did not remain planted in the ground. Wit the practiced ease of years in service, she stepped to the side while an athletic arm thrust out a parry to not only catch the lightsaber mid-thrust, but to also push it back. With a fluid motion, the Streiter was turned and she aimed the pommel of the sword clenched in an armoured fist straight at his temple next to her while simultaneously stepping forward to slam an armoured shoulder into him.

"You are conflicted... I could sense it on New Alderann and I can sense it now!"

Haunting laughter came from behind the helmet as she stepped back - a true testament of how far the woman had fallen since Kuat.
"Sense this then."

In a flash, her free arm lifted to fire a few particle bolts from the wrist-blaster at the young woman that was busy flinging a crate at Katja as Lily watched the boy, Streiter at the ready.

 

[Hal Vaiken]

IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
SCAR SQUADRON
Kelinna Tryn Margo Liaeris Kriegan Tavlar Katja Javik Castor E-196
ENGAGING: Corin Trenor Iris Arani Jand Talo

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Three.

Three scalps for the taking. That's all that remained when the Jedi shut the way after the rest.

Three would do.

For now.

In one motion, Sarge's freed the hand on the barrel drew the blade he'd been sharpening earlier to block the incoming slash. Plasma sparked between saber and blade as the cortosis-weave coating its edge prevented it from melting like butter. SCAR had been deployed on Ilum, a Jedi world. It was only fitting the gear assigned to the special operators that would account for their deployment.

He raised the carbine in his other hand, finger just a moment away from firing a three-round burst at the raven-haired padawan in point-blank range when his companion leaped to dissect the commander's upper torso. Chit. Sarge released the carbine from his hand and opened his palm in the direction of both Jedi. The glove whirred, white and blue gleaming bright, before a strong repulse surged to blast both padawans away from their close-quarter entanglement with the stormtrooper.

Close.

"The Empire." Sarge dryly replied to the cocky Nagai, then barked at the stormtroopers nearby. "Spread out -- leave them no angle to breathe!!" multiplying the vectors from where the bolts came should challenge the Jedi more.
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[Relynia Sorrene]

[ANV Revenge - Hangar Deck]
[Captain Relynia Sorrene]
[Objective III]
Constantine Oliva

The sound of the X-wing's canopy closing around her was a long, sustained hiss that ended in a final pressing and expulsion of air. The sound of the hangar's klaxons, once blaring and blaring into the room, were reduced to muffled whines in Relynia's ears. She drew a deep breath, then began to hum alongside her waking equipment.

Her narrowing, hazel eyes stared out the viewport, at the buzzing shield gate that separated the hangar from the battlespace outside. It was already a messy sight, explosions seeming to wobble her vision as the Alliance vessels earliest to arrive slammed into the volleys of their Imperial counterparts.

Still waiting for Flight Control to give a final all-clear, she was a helpless witness to the sight of an Alliance star destroyer disintegrating as a blinding crimson glow washed over its surface-- and lack thereof. Relynia's eyes, and the entirety of the deck crew's, widened. The crimson glow stretched out into a beam, and it was heading right for them.

Then the lights cut out, and the hangar shields collapsed into themselves. Her eyes widened more and she began to scream as a sudden decompression ripped the deck crew from the plating beneath their feet. They tumbled and tumbled, their mouths opening up as if to scream-- but she couldn't hear them, and soon she couldn't see them as they careened out of the hangar into a blinding ocean of light. The beam made contact, mere seconds later, the incredible force of its impact causing the entirety of the Revenge to shudder and scream. She cowered, all of a sudden, hiding from the light, still screaming and screaming. Another huge vibration shot through the deck and through the hull of her X-wing, an unsecured craft colliding violently with the edge of the hangar and shooting a huge spray of debris into the room.

For minutes, for long, terrible minutes, that horrid shaking and rupturing of metal continued... and then the hangar began to settle.

She rose from her spot behind the blinking dashboard, and watched the lights and shields slowly flickering to life. The hangar doors whooshed open and sent a frenzy of motion pooling into the bay. Repairmen trampled over the battered and shaken deck, welders and toolkits in hand. Their commanding officer, a young Chiss bearing the rank of lieutenant, hustled over to her fighter.

Relynia tapped a key, ears twitching as the canopy began to split from the rest of the craft's hull, revealing the shocked and furious face of the pilot inside. The transparisteel assembly still rising to its opened position, she pulled herself out, her boots slamming onto the deck with a huge thump. "What the hell happened?" She knew it wasn't the lieutenant's fault, but Relynia couldn't help but take a harsher, accusatory tone in front of them.

"I.. don't know, ma'am. Bridge just sent us down here."

The captain's posture softened, quite noticeably, when she saw the faintest signs of tears welling up in the Chiss's eyes. She wished she could offer some stronger form of reassurance, but... "Alright... Alright... " she repeated, saying it as much to herself as she was to the lieutenant, "Be quick. I want my pilots out of here and fighting as soon as possible."

And without another word, she darted for the bridge, seething.

The moment the doors finally slugged open, she stomped onto the deck, looking for Constantine Oliva among that sea of tormented souls. "CAG on deck. Sir, I need a sit-rep," she announced. The fury was, by now, entirely absent from her voice, replaced with the dread and confusion she found in the faces of her other officers.

 

[Domina Prime]

ALLIES: Caltin Vanagor , Judah Lesan, Caedyn Arenais
OPPOSITION: Kreg Jare , Koda Fett, Varm Nul,


Statuesque one Mandalorian stood, giddy delight and that itch of excitement muted as the Xeno said patiently within the transport shuttle as the zipping and zagging through the stars while the superweapon caused mass destruction below, rattling the very bones of the beast as azure teeth chittered audibly from beneath her T visor, the only noise the strange lifeform seemed to make.

It was like a stillness in her core, unable to operate, forced to stay seated and wait until the ship landed through the storm of fighter blasters on their tail honestly Dima felt more...agitated than anything. But like any storm, it was always most destructive when in contact with a proper environment. And in this vast, empty void there was no prey to rake with her claws, no mice to crush between her jaws. She just had to be still and wait for her hunger to be satiated.

The Jedi were in a rather cheery mood however. Judah Lesan & Caltin Vanagor maintained their uplifting attitude throughout the course to the superweapon, even among the chaos they maintained morale even as the shuttle came steamrolling directly into the lower hanger bay of the massive superweapon. Sliding across the metal floors in an audible screeching of shredding metal and steel. The feeling of solid ground beneath the alien creature immediately motivated her in an instant. Going from silent and rather annoyed to full of energy and savage excitement.

"FETHING FINALLY MANDA CURSE THIS MADNESS!" She hissed violently, watching as the two Jedi wasted little time diving out of the shuttle with their sabers ignited to fend off the onslaught of blaster fire from the esteemed empire and their many branches of arms. Soldiers dived out the transport, some to assist in the gunfight, others just to die tragically moments after showing their face. Dima however, agitated as she was lifted one of her upper arms and scratched at the scales of her neck through the fabric of her cloak. "All this flying makes Dimas bones itch! This one would have preferred getting blasted with the canon below but this is fine to, more mice for Dima~" She mused casually as the Jedi dramatically flung their lightsabers about in their glorious defense. Dima had witnessed the hefty jedi in his lessons once before, seeing him in action would be a treat. Dima always delighted in watching godlings at their best, her judgment of them shifting with every battle she encounters them in.

However, amidst the blasting and the chaos those many alien eyes began to swarm about her HUD as she focused and identified the hostiles she would be hunting on this day. Finding many random swaths of troopers merged with...rather unique individuals among them. One of which being a rather fascinating looking fellow, Dimas central eye focusing on the alien individual by the name of Varm Nul for several moments while lingers in the dark smoke of the ship as the others had piled off.

The other eye caught a glimpse of another however, one the young daughter of Manda had not really expected to see. Someone in Mandalorian armor had pointed their weapon at the shuttle from the side, and within a single second without hesitation the hired gun Koda Fett blasted an explosive towards the ship.

"W-what?! Oh feth!" She gasped, the armored beast of a woman jolted, those powerful, alien legs twisted and throwing her into the air and out of the ship just as the explosive made its way towards them. Having no intention of stopping it, rather removing herself from the blast radius, from the enemies of her allies the scene would alter dramatically.

In the haze of the Master Jedi flailing their weapons to defend their comrades, doing what they could to mantain in the moment all that could be seen was a large, four armed creature diving from the smoke like some kind of animal directly over them. Crashing into the ground and using those raptor-like feet to propel herself across the surface it would take seconds for what happened next to proceed.

Unlike most Mandalorians, who possessed a large arsenal of weapons and tools Dima was unlike her kin. There was no jetpack strapped to her back, but instead vented slots that opened when elongated, serpent-like tendrils spilled from the core of her body and out of her suit of armor. Crystal-like azure talons snapping and hissing into the air, somewhat sentient on their own searched their new environment with delight and vigor. One, reached out and snatched an upper railing where troopers blasted down at them, another upper tendril doing something similar, but rather spitting a thread of silk to the upper ceiling and using it like a rappel rope while still in full sprinting motion with her legs.

The silk yanked her into the air, while her grip on the balcony rail tightened, troopers attempting to shoot their way down at the Jedi as Dima lunged herself up into their comfort space. And within her lower pair of alien arms emerged a large barreled shotgun, Dima pushing a foot directly into the helmet of one enemy and latching on like a compressor grip with her complex alien talons on her feet, crushing through their helm as Dimas leg suddenly slammed downward and completely sent the trooper crunching into the floor, their face caving in like a melon as Dima landed up on the balcony.

"COME ON THEN MICE!" She snarled, and with a flick of her upper arm a vambrace triggered a large, spartan-like shield emerged on her upper arm as she positioned in in front of her. Lower arms taking her shotgun and positioning it on the side and just dumping round after round after round of hot slugs and wiping out rows of the upper balcony to clear some of the hailing fire landing on her allies.

Running towards them, giving them little time to react while tendrils behind her lashed out, slashing at walls and snatching troopers below the balcony and just hoisting them into the air just for another tendril to snatch a bomb or grenade from the slain troopers and spitting webbing onto their chest with the bombs activated and beeping, then just with all her strength just chucking them alive directly at the hired guns while scuttling along the walls and ceiling beside the balcony like some kind of mandalorian spider.

She had been itching all day to cause destruction, and now she had an outlet to unleash her feral fury.

SUMMERY

- Stayed in shuttle until landing at superweapon
- Upon landing, and watching Jedi Masters defend, she joined the fray
- Avoiding Koda Fett's explosive, she dived into the hanger bay
- Unleashed tendrils and reached upper balcony to wipe stormtrooper opposition
- Snatching troopers below, strapped bombs to them and is throwing them at VARM NUL & KODA FETT
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[Aschwin Vethres]

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Aschwin Cassirer Vethres
Imperial Knight Templar
Heir of House Vethres
Shield of Bal Talmshaa
Commander of the 293rd

Location: World of Ilum ; North Point Mining Chasm
Direct Tags: Gabriel Pryce ; Varen Ardos
Equipment:
Addlehorn Armor
Aschwin Curved Lightsaber
Post Number:
Four

"Since you will not strike first, My friends. Then I will" Aschwin said in a firm voice towards them both; moving forward through the icy cave. Thrusting the tip of his blade forward to make Varen Ardos defend from his attack. The motion was fluid like the blade was apart of his body and not a weapon. His hold on the curved lightsaber was firm but not overall firm to ruin his chances at a quick counterattack should Gabriel Pryce move to attack him from the side. Only the tip of the blade would make contact should Ardos block his strike fully allowing him to withdraw it from the thrusting motion. He flourished the blade within his hands for just a brief moment and held it within a defensive position to await their attack upon him.

The 293rd Units behind him was given strict orders not to interfere with the fight unless other jedi emerged from the shadows. Heavy Repeater Cannons and trenches were dug to stop any advancement towards the drill itself. The extraction of the kyber crystals carried on within the chasm with the heavy drill burrowing deeper and deeper into the caves. The Imperial Engineers began working around the clock to maintain operational status and personnel was beginning to load the crystals collected into large containers which would then be put onto hovertrucks to be carried to Imperial Base Command Surface.

Commander Peck was already moving through the tunnel system to reach the North Point Mining Chasm. Clutching his REC-RCG/01 "Reaper" - Pattern Particle Beam Chainblaster within his hands as he moved through the icy surface of the cave. The 293rd Units along with the 97th Stormtrooper Detachment was moving as quickly as they could but had run into alliance vanguard forces. Moving into cover behind a cave wall and firing the chainblaster down the hallway at the alliance interlopers trying to prevent them from reinforcing the drill defense team.

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[Hyena]

OBJ II - HALLOWED SCAR
Enemies: Jasper Kai'el

"Hey you!"

The Hyena looked up in amusement.

"Not a step further!"

Looking at another fawn approaching his field of vision, he laughed coarsely. He callously called out to the second Jedi who would meet their untimely end.

"Youngling, are you lost? Where is your daddy? Is he already dead?"

Despite his taunts, the Hyena knew that this would require a level of finesse to avoid being dismembered. The Storm Recon Armor had little resistance against lightsabers and even in the last engagement, he took a great risk in finishing the fight quickly to avoid a prolonged war of attrition he would lose. Even sizing up the new combatant, his muscular structure and gait revealed far more combative potential and proficiency. It was best to assume the worst, but alas, it was all futile in the face of overwhelming fire power.

He knew that his KXR SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle would be too unwieldly at such a close distance to provide any critical hits against a Force user and all he really had was his KXR SFP-60x Particle Beam Pistol to prevent the Jedi from approaching too close.

Distance would be his friend and the Hyena believed he would be able to win by an overwhelming number of explosives. Only one had to slip through the Jedi's defenses and lead to his demise.

Throwing the blaster rifle away, he counted the number of thermal detonators and kinetic concussion grenades in his head.

'Six and Seven. Ah, and 1 KS-9 'Firestorm' Grenade... it'd be a waste to use it on this padawan though.'

Clearing his head of the distracting thoughts, he sneered at the Jedi once more and raised his pistol, immediately firing upon the Jedi before maneuvering backwards. A test of his enemy's reaction speeds and ability to dodge. Once he assessed the padawan's strengths and weaknesses, the boy would simply be another tally on his Imperial service record.
​

 

[Cailen Corso]

INVASION OF ILUM
Hubris of Empires #2

Location: Hallowed Scar, Ilum
Tags: Jem Fossk; Margo Liaeris
Objevtive: #2 Hallowed Scar
Soundtrack: Raining Fire

Everything changed so quickly.

The mission to Ilum had been less than typical, and certainly not what any of them expected… mysterious earthquakes, missing Padawans, injured friends… Many of the young Jedi had completed their Gathering ceremonies here, but nothing had prepared them for the evil that lurked beneath the icy surface.

Cailen’s senses were dulled from the horrors he’d survived on Tython, but he still felt the presence of the Force when surrounded by fellow Jedi or when traveling on Jedi ground. And right now, seemingly out of nowhere, the Force shouted ”DOWN!”

Instinctively, the boy ducked into the cold snow, narrowly missing a barrage of particle bolts that flew overhead. He wanted to spring back to his feet, to ignite his lightsaber and stand at the ready, but the senior Padawans had already done so. They were deflecting bolts that seemed to explode on contact with their sabers.

“Jem!” Cailen shouted over the sound of blaster rifles and lightsabers.

“What’s happening!”

"We need to go back," she told those around her. She stepped forward and blocked the way, buying a Jedi or two the chance to retreat into them behind her back.

Cailen glanced behind the group, to the mining tunnel they’d emerged from. He gave Jem Fossk a confidant nod, then rose to his feet and dashed for the tunnel as she deflected the particle bolts. He helped several of the younger Jedi into the tunnel before turning back to Jem. She stood on the front line alongside several of the other older Padawans. Cailen called to her before slipping into the frozen tunnel.

“Jem! We need to go, now!”

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Don't engage with someone with nothing to lose. It's an unequal fight.”-Baltasar Gracián​

Throughout what was happening, there was still one thing on his mind. The ship that Caedyn Arenais was just on, the ship he picked the Knight up from… it was gone. He could not take the time to think about it because there was too much of a war in front of him. They were fighting hard, where they were… stoic… immobile…

… something was wrong…

Wave after wave of troopers came pouring into the landing bay from the corridors and into the corridors from intersecting points. It was not just troopers defending their ship, they were fighting with no true purpose, just holding the invaders back for something else. No doubt the proposed “superweapon” was powering up again, but what else was going on? It was alright. The Special Forces Team was on their way, this was their specialty if you ask them, so this was their chance to prove just how good they were at their jobs.

They’re not fighting to push us back… they’re just holding us here.

That only served to agitate the massive Jedi Master who dipped underneath a level of blaster fire and bolted across the floor. The Stormtroopers were setting up an E-Web, three of them. The big man used the Force to “grab” and “throw” one of the troopers setting up the middle unit into the two, setting up the far one, knocking them out.

Then the “Duro” showed up… looked to be some kind of mercenary, he was targeting “The Rapiers”(The Special Forces Team) as they were breaching a ventilation duct. They were pinned and he was picking them off, three already.

Any chance of the shuttle being salvaged went up in the explosion that was the result of the rocket fired from… Are you kidding me?

It can’t be…

Either it was the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter Caltin had run across back in his time, a REALLY good cosplay… a familial connection… or a really strange coincidence. I guess the Force really does have a sense of humor. Either way D I M A seemed to be having a blast, chasing Stormtroopers and throwing their grenades. If he was not fighting off Stormtroopers himself trying to get to a position of defending “The Rapiers”, he would laugh.

Of course THAT distraction allowed the E-Webs to be set up and powered, and he was in no position to do anything about it. These “big guns” were more powerful and focus encompassing than the older models. He was stuck standing there focusing his skills on redirecting cannon bolts. Even with his enhanced speed, they were coming in just too fast.

Then he saw the burning husk of a TIE fighter and picked it up through the Force (or at least his electrical based version of it) and threw the mass of metal and technology at the Stormtroopers, or at least the entryway and corridor that they were coming from. That covered one entrance but there were others. Not to mention he was still a sitting womprat.

Luckily there were other ways to move… and Judah was finding them.


TAGS:
FRIENDS: Judah Lesan | Caedyn Arenais | Domina Prime | Galactic Alliance and Allies
ALLIES ON RECKONING: Minerva Fhirdiad | Jos Krayt
FOES: Koda Fett | Varm Nul | The Galactic Empire.

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Varen Ardos]

​

Hallowed Scar

Location: Proximity to Northern Mining Operation, Ilum, Core Worlds
Gear: Lightsaber | Blaster Pistol

Tags:
Gabriel Pryce | Aschwin Vethres
Proximity to:
Osarla Ridor

​

Panting like a weary akk dog, he scanned the area, still trying to surmise where they actually were and stick close to his young companion. Venturing hesitantly, the slow thud and dull rumblings he could feel and hear told him they had arrived at the mining operation. How many times had he seen this happen? Varen couldn't count anymore. Planet after planet, zapped of its usefulness and discarded to become some backwater. But it stung just a little more because this was so close to home. It was bold, he'd give them that much. Attack a world considered sacred for millennia upon millennia. It was the ultimate aggression. Of course they'd find a way to spin it.

"They sent a child and a fugitive at that to disable the drill. How foolish."

Then he came into view and his fists seemed to ball up almost reflexively. That same passing feeling returned in droves, as he was finally seeing the face, a face of all that he was fighting against. But remembered the calming words of his Master ring around his mind. A wave of tranquillity washed over him as he exhaled, watching his breath rise in the frigid air. He shot a venomous glare toward the aging Knight, stalwart and ready to stand his ground. The grip on his lightsaber seemed to tighten as he glanced to Gabriel. No.. he didn't want him here. This was no place for anyone never mind a kid. Varen placed his free arm in front of Gabriel, softly pushing him back. "Get outta here, go find Master Ridor." He whispered, eyes not leaving his adversary for even a second.

"Hey! Scum! Your fight is with me. Bring. It." He uttered through gritted teeth. The young padawan moved into the Soresu opening stance, dominant foot behind him, dominant hand behind him, clutching the green blade, lightsaber pointed forward and his non-dominant hand outwards as a challenge, beckoning, daring Aschwin to step forward, make the first move. He was fully aware that he was likely inferior in lightsaber skill to the Imperial Knight, but he wasn't planning to outmatch him in skill. He needed to tire him out, and exploit the cracks when that eventually happened. "To think I once could have been like you.."

Then it began, a whirlwind of action. Parrying away and side stepping the attack, he then went for a hard, quick and sharp upwards slash to try and put him back on the defensive. "Run Gabe!"

 

[Nida Perl]

Objective 1
Allies: The Alliance
Enemies: NIO; Sars Sarad
Equipment: Armor, lightsaber, sad feelings
—

Nida drew the Force in with each breath; exhaling slowly as a method of exerting control over the esoteric power. She'd felt him even before he'd stepped passed the threshold of the cave, but the man before her still cut an imposing figure.

So had Tulan Kor and she'd seared his face with lightning.

But that isn't who you are anymore.

There'd been a connection with Tulan- he'd whitenessed Nida go from shy Padawan to murderer, to Sith puppet.

"I am Sars Sarad."

On a grateful exhale, she did not recognize the name. Good, that would make this less complicated. Easier, in a way. Still difficult, but with less emotional attachment.

The medical team scrambled frantically behind her, digging their way through the rubble with desperation. Nida was the only thing standing between their lives and a heavily armored mercenary; perhaps they clung to the hope that the demure Jedi wouldn't crumple like wet tissue.

Nida stared down the glowing blade aimed at her chest, finding a brief moment to marvel in its unique beauty. She did not ignite her own saber, but held it by the hilt at the ready. Her head cocked to the side.

"Are you an Imperial Knight, Sars Sarad?"

She already knew the answer. He bore no emblem, only a purpose.

Her's was not to win, it was to survive.

 

[Miri Nimdok]

<Indeed,> Miri remarked, watching Kyell cut a hole through the sealed door with his new lightsaber.

Her curiosity and confusion only grew as they entered the building. There were no guards or stormtroopers to be seen. Perhaps the Imperials didn’t consider the disruption of the Alliance battlenet to be all that important… but that couldn’t be right. Communication was key to winning battles.

<I have a bad feeling about this…> Miri scanned the halls and rooms as they passed them, unsure of what to expect.

At last, they reached the room holding the hacker. Miri checked the safety on her pistols one last time, glancing toward Kyell as he made a request.

<Of course. My voice is at your disposal, Mr. Laysel,> she replied. Clearing her throat, she shouted, “The Jedi have arrived! Surrender, and you won’t be harmed!”

Kyell Laysel Hacks​

 

[Arlo Renard]

Kai had narrowly made it out of the ice caverns, but he was now alone and separated from his fellow Padawans. All around him was a sea of snow, the only landmarks being the occasional mound of crystal jutting up through the white waves like buoys.

The wind was picking up—perhaps the beginnings of an incoming blizzard—when he spotted his first Imperial. Trapped as he had been and part of an unrelated Jedi mission, he had no idea the invasion had begun, but he was immediately on his guard.

“Jedi!” he heard the stormtrooper shout before opening fire.

Kai lightsaber ignited, deflecting the blaster bolts back to the trooper, who fell down, their armor smoking. He quickened his pace, running across the snowdrifts, desperate to find civilization again…

… only to find himself in the midst of a battle on the slope of a kyber mountain.

Shots were fired from both sides. Instinct took over as Kai batted the bolts back to the ones pulling the trigger, cutting a line through the ranks of petty infantry toward what he could only hope was safety.

Sylus (Γ059)​

 

[Kara Jade]

Location: Ilum, Caverns
Objective: Disrupt the Mining Operation - Don't Panic - Survive
Equipment: Climbing Picks, Knife, and whatever else makes sense for Ilum survival gear
Engaging: Silas Westgard (GA) - Kelinna Tryn | Katja Javik (Empire)

<<Kara... we need to drive them back and hold them off until help arrives. Any ideas would be handy!">>

Kara blinked, taking a moment to process the fact she just heard Silas’ voice in her head. How the hell was she hearing him? Wait…had she been thinking-talking in his mind too? She could feel a headache approaching the more she thought about it. But right now was not the time to dilly-dally, she needed to reach Silas’ side prompto.

<Spectre, fry that girl!>​

Okay yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.

Kara immediately began Force throwing whatever she could set her sights on. Be it more crates, or rocks. She flung them towards Katja, keeping her from trying to fry her. All the while, Kara was slowly making her way towards Silas.

<<We can’t drive them back you idiot, we’re out in the open and outmatched. We need to fall back and regroup. We need to…>>

"Into the tunnels!"​

<<What Jem said, we need to run for the tunnels!>>

She was so close now, Kara threw once last crate at Katja before making a final dash towards Silas. But just as she was about to get within reach, she saw a flash of particle bolts heading towards her. Instinct was the only thing that saved her, as she immediately dropped to the ground just barely dodging the bolts.

At that same moment however, an explosion rocked the ceiling above them. Smaller rocks fell first, follow by a much larger boulder.

“RUN!” Kara scrambled to her feet, grabbing Silas’ arm. She yanked him towards one of the side tunnels. Kara didn’t hold for long though, just enough to pull him in the direction, hoping the teenager wouldn’t let his emotions blind him to common-freaking-sense.

Plus with him covering their rear, he’d be able to defend against the blaster fire that was no doubt going to be flying their way.