I'll be the one to save us all (Ask for Invite)

[Coren Starchaser]

The galaxy.

Far and away from where the stories are being heard, and a very long time ago.

The setting has gone through several iterations, especially since the fall of the Galactic Republic, the bastion of peace, nearly 900 years ago when the Sith pair of Palpatine and Vader had ruled with a metal fists and electric touches. Today? The current time? It was still under the rule of a so called Sith. Much had changed, but much remained the same. The Galactic Republic was struggling, the One Sith were pulling and forcing systems into their fold at a rate that would have the galaxy united under their false pretenses and dark veil within the coming years, maybe months.

There needed to be an element of change. Something to test and destroy the resiliency of the Sith.

And that was what brought this team together. Members of the galactic community who were here to end the conflict, bring about a change in the current. People united to fight the wars that no one was going to.

Coren Starchaser, a Master of the Force, in it most unbridled fashion, was working with several groups in an attempt to bring about the change in the galaxy. He had set up a meeting with the members of the Omega Pyre, and the Underground, under a pretense of another private military contracting group. Could the Jedi join? Of course, but they were clearly not any use in fighting the Sith.

New tactics were needed. And for those new tactics, a new training ground. Teams were brought to the southern hemisphere of Fondor for this summit of soldiers.

And that was where this was. Coren Starchaser was in the battlefield, laser blasts going over his head, his armor’s shields catching some blasts as he took shots against the shields. He had set up a beginning of a ground assault on the Sith. Droids were programmed using data he had collected from combat against the Sith. Using their tactics, but the only thing he couldn’t begin to quantify were the way the Dark Lords were going to attack. He hadn’t been able to get that moving, but this was part one.

That was part two.

Leaning against wall, he checked the load out on his Retaliator scatter gun. He knew these weapons were great against a lightsaber, but for the moment? He was switching to an ArmaTech Vanquisher rifle. “Alright, we’ve got the enemy coming in. We need to move around them. But watch out for their Knights.” Knights here being a reinforced combat droid focused on melee tactics and armed with training sabers.

Spoiler

OOC: You’re dropped into the training exercise. Run with it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Vassara was present beside Coren, covering him as he switched weapons. Her face was black with weapons grease, and carbon from the raging battle. So far the Simulated Sith line had pushed in with just infantry, but now they brought their knights into the equation. Not wanting to draw them all down on Coren and herself the young spacer was using only her shotgun,

Loaded with Dragonsbreath rounds!

BOOM

The shotgun rocked in her hands as Vassara slammed the trigger. A veritable fireball exploded out of the end, shards of red hot magnesium splashing into the first knight to approach. Crimson flame licked at the metal frame, magnesium sticking to the metal and searing it down into molten slag. It was a one shot kill, no doubt about that.

"The lines collapsing!"

Vassara looked left, piercing the smoke of the battle with her ice blue eyes. The line was beginning to falter as the first knights plunged into the foxholes, training sabers butchering the would be defenders.

"Rookies." She muttered under her breath.

Click

Another round locked in and she was off, bounding over fallen droids, and debris alike. Her black spacers coat trailed behind her like flag of rebellion in the wind. It took her a second or two to reach the lip of the foxhole where the trainees were already "Dead." The nice thing was she arrived just in time to have the advantage of height over the attackers. The shotgun wheeled down, and she growled releasing another round. Fire again burst from the barrel, immolating the two Knights.

"Looks too..."

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

Vassaras head whipped around peering back over her shoulder. Beyond on the horizon was a massive shadow approaching. Only one thing cast a shadow that large...

"Sithspawn, Incoming!"

 

[Miles Varden]

It had been some time since Miles was in the field. He'd spent the last few months in training simulators for the Protectorate Air Corps, but with the succession of the Protectorate from the Galaxy map, Miles was unprepared for how'd they'd continue. When word reached him about a training program on combating Sith, it was too good to pass up. With all of his gear, he had rushed to the Pit, a prized training facility of one [member="Noah Corek"]. There he rondesvoed with [member="Coren Starchaser"], the proctor of the program and joined in an ongoing session.

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Miles hunkered behind a barrier as the larger than life warrior [member="Vassara Raxis"] paraded herself through the battlefield like she owned the place. It was a good strategy for someone with nothing to lose, but that wasn't Miles' M.O. He preferred tactics and reasoning to brute force, not that he was apposed to it. AXT-5 aimed and sighted on a target, while it was distracted with the galavanting warrior Xena, Miles put two rounds through the back of the Droid Knights head. Moving to his next target, Miles used his jump-pack and crossed the room in a flash, spraying one Knight to keep it suppressed. It charged him, still deflecting fire until Miles dove forwards and fired the barrel mounted scattershot point blank, creating a silver dollar sized hole in its chest.

Letting his rifle fall to its sling, he drew the Lazy Eye Power 5 pistol and a vibroknife and continued through the arena. Ducking a surprise attack, Miles sidestepped, disarmed the Knight with a stab/twist and shot it repeatedly in the face until it stopped moving. It wasn't pretty, but combat never was. Sheathing both weapons, Miles revealed the Butcher from its home on his back. The Phrik made power axe had good weight in his hands and hummed lightly as its power cells kicked on.

Blocking and dodging a few strikes from some Sithspawn, Miles stepped back to wined up and swung hard, cleaving both spawn in one fell swoop. Miles turned and bull rushed a pair of Knights, clothes-lining them with his axe held perpendicular to his body. Stopping ones head in, he slammed the cutting edge of the blade into the chest, embedding it in its temporary home...

 

[Jsc]

"The Pit" - Holographic Training Center
Planet Fondor, Omega Protectorate Space

Karen and Grant knelled down on the concrete rise just south of the others. Equipped in their EVA, it was easy to see that these two were ready for the marathon. The enemy would not see them however. The Force had already masked their approach.

"So Mr Pherson. You want the right side and I'll take the left?"

"Sure. Go till we need resupply?"

"That sounds fine. Coren can worry about the tactics. We'll just grab the killstreaks."

"Ha. The Starchaser guy up there. Right. Yeah, fine by me. Shout if you need anything."

"Wait Grant. How many magazines did you bring? By the way."

"Ugh. Four. If you don't count the gun?"

"Okay. Go till resupply. Go idea. Weapons free."

"You know it girl."

Karen and Grant took up sniper positions near the ridge and laid on their bellies. Both summoned very subtle Force distortions to mask their locations from the electronic enemies before them. Like a mirage their armored forms would bend and twist and blur. Like blades of grass blowing in the wind. Ever so slightly. So when the purple disruptor bolts starting sailing down range upon their opponents it would have taken a real Jedi Knight to figure out just where exactly they were coming from. Classic sniper's trick. Very old school.

They didn't mind the noise or the exploding dirt out here either. This wasn't their first rodeo. Hardly. Grant and Karen had been fighting side by side for what? Eight years now? Wow. So yeah. No spring chickens here. In fact, today Roberts and Pherson were just counting the body shots with a firm steady rhythm. Plink, plink, plink. They emptied their magazines and reloaded again. Nodding to each other through their bond. 80 rounds to go. Warrior with the least kills buys the drinks. No need to bother with headshots either. Just put them down. Nothing flashy about it.

Game on lovers. Enjoy the show.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

While everyone was training, the Prex Of Omega Pyre would be overlooking the on going mission parameters. She stood at the second level of the training centre, watching through the mirrored two way glassteel the various volunteers start the training exercise.

She wore her Pyre armor sans her helmet, leaving the two toned umber and blonde locks falling down from a high ponytail at the crown of her head.

In her hand, she would roll five small spheres made of beskar. They were simple creations, no one would really think anything of them; but for a ballistickinetic specialist like here, they could be deadly.

The corner of her mouth would perk upward in a half smirk, blue eyes darting below. A stretch of her neck would reveal the geometric patterns of tattooed ink across it.

"Let's see how they do."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

It was time to move.

The Underground had to show what they could do to the Omegas, and once that was proven? They’d discuss joint tactics. Coren Starchaser, as typical, was going to be leading this attack. One would think he had a death wish, but what he really had was a desire to end the darkness in the galaxy. Fighting made him feel comfortable, with the struggle he felt at home. How perverse was that? Not that he had a poor upbringing, but for the time since he left the cryo, all he had been doing was fighting. He knew what he was doing in combat, and even his latent memories al echoed a warrior.

He was Krogan!

Raxis was something else, he just hoped she didn’t get caught for her tactics. Coren was a bit more calculating. Looking to the others he had with him, just standard soldiers right now, he nodded. “We need to give Rax there a cover. One my mark, break for it.” He took a second before popping up from the wall and took several shots, winging a few enemies, catching one in the chest. The team started moving. They’d be there to reinforce Raxis against the Sithspawn.

He could feel Roberts taking up a spot for sniping. Good, someone needed to give tactical advantage that way. For him? He was going to go straight up the middle. He saw the members of the Underground and Omega moving. Working on the Sithspawn. He’d handle the adds. That meant he was going in hard. Putting his rifle back on his back, where it magnetized to the armor, the not-Jedi grabbed the sniper rifle. He had his armor to depend on, rolling from cover, he got up, pumping one blast into an enemy, taking them down before his armor lifted him up.

Assisting his jump, not the same way his under-constrution Aing-Tii powers would, but still, assisting it, he changed momentum and came slamming into the ground, hard, sending out a shockwave from where he was, knocking enemies back, before rolling under cover again. There was a flag on the opposite side, but the Sith were going to keep coming until they could shut the gates that spawned them. Just like in real combat, the Sith kept lining up bodies.

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Karen Roberts"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Miles Varden"]
[member="Vassara Raxis"]