Junction In The Flesh | Battle of Yinchorr [ NIO+Yinchorr , GA+Wakeelmui ]

[IMPCOM]

F R I G I D _ D A W N
New Imperial Order vs Galactic Alliance​

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Y I N C H O R R
I N _ T H E _ F L E S H

Yinchorr. The initial calling of the enlightened caste for the aid of the Galactic Alliance to stand and investigate the dubious goings on of a mysterious Imperial entity arming and influencing the Yinchorri Warrior Caste from their outpost occupying what was once the Academy of the Galactic Imperial Royal Guards.

An encounter took place between Galactic Alliance military operatives and unmarked insurgents and operatives aligned with the New Imperial Order that only bred more questions than answers. As the New Imperial High Command convened in Ravelin as too did the Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance call the Senate to session to discuss this encounter.

Both sides agreed in isolation, that the other proved a threat and while an outright war was seemingly off the table in both cases that restraint would be tested again on Yinchorr.

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER //: OPERATION : SAVAGE HAND

The Warrior Caste called upon their New Imperial backers once more, speaking from the voice of Yinchorri High Command in their headquarters in-exile on Uhanayih. The Alliance was due to encroach on Yinchorr and send the Yinchorri people down a path of stagnation, weakness, decadence.

Now was the time. In force with the veil over the New Imperial Order's operations unfurled to reveal the eclipse of the Iron Sun, star destroyers emerge from hyperspace, Stormtroopers, armor and starfighters flood the surface of Yinchorr alongside their native warrior allies.

The assault on Tol Kachorn begins and the Iron Sun rises.

GALACTIC ALLIANCE //: OPERATION : SCREAMING VENGEANCE

The Council of Elders grew far too wary in isolation, unprotected by the Starbird's shadow and after tense discussion agreed in one voice to call on the full military assistance of the Galactic Alliance, to end this bloody schism forever and guide Yinchorr toward an era of peace and prosperity.

Taking up occupation in the planet's capital of Tol Kachorn, several Galactic Alliance units fortify the city to act as a base of operations from which to endear the Yinchorri the ideals of the Intelligentsia, sow peace and prosperity.

Protect the Yinchorri in Tol Kachorn who wish to see a brighter future for their people, not one eclipsed by the Iron Sun.

// SETPIECES //:
> Yinchorr
> Tol-Kachorn

 

[Rurik Fel]

M A N _ O F _ I R O N
LORD EXECUTOR
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
S O L R I N G E N
FOCUS | Allyson Locke

MOMENT OF RECKONING
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He is the will of the Imperator where the Imperator is not. While Irveric Tavlar might have treaded the battlefield in person against the Sith Empire, the instruments of his command were total war, strategic annihilation.

The Man of Iron, in spite of his foreboding appearance, his inhuman and detached presence was more fitting as the scalpel, the incision precisely placed to shed the blood of their most lethal and prized assets. Treading in Vaulkhar 's shadow as the New Imperial Order's prized slayer.

No doubt, the Jedi would be here to float the wings of the Starbird to try and eclipse the Iron Sun. But there was no impeding this path to order, to a final victory. This time of indifference of was gone and done. The glad hands in their gilded palaces had decreed the New Imperial Order the enemy out of fear. Out of fear of what the Galaxy looks like when the Imperials, the men and women unchained from the Great Galactic Lies begin to take the reins of command and retake their Galaxy, their future. It was a frightening message to all those who'd confined themselves to the Old Order.

The Imperial would burn it all away.

"The assault has begun, Lord Executor." The Imperial officer aboard his Pellaeon IV-class Star Destroyer sounded out to Rurik who was in the waning moments of pressing his Iron Skin to his form again, the salves and solutions adhering the still grievous wounds from his gaze into The Twilight at the hands of a man who was now claimant to the Sith'ari.

"Good. Prepare to land." Was all he muttered in return.

As the New Imperials laid siege to Tol-Kachorn proper and special operatives began to create their surgical breaches in and beneath the city's walls, Rurik approached one of the units headed first into the next wave of the assault. Though the enemy was evidently solely infront of him past the trenches, armor and artillery lines.

The light casts a shadow...

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Setting: Engineering room of the Peacemaker(Negotiator-class light cruiser)]

Teica glanced around the engineering room, watching officers get set in consoles, now configured to control main ship functions. The initial moving caused a few problems, namely a fair amount of annoyance from the engineers who had to give up space for the "captain's favorite crew". Teica, however, knew that something was bound to go wrong, and when it did, she wanted her staff alive.

Looking around once again, she focused on the faces of the crewmembers. These people had already served with her for three years, and were no less than family to her. You're all coming home safe, that's a promise, she thought.

She held up a hand to silence the staff and looked at the communications officer, tapping her finger against her own console.

The Rodian waited around three seconds before nodding.

"All hands, we're about to enter a combat situation, man battle stations...this is not a drill."

She gestured for the officer to cut the transmission and leaned back against her chair, displaying a detailed image of the void in front of her.

"Three....two...." star destroyers began jumping from hyperspace, releasing their fighter complements.

Turbo-lasers and other weapons moved into position, as transports flew from the cramped slots in the Peacemaker's bow.

"Target the lead ship...and fire at will."

Fourteen turbo-laser turrets opened fire on a Pellaeon IV.

 

[Hiram Voss]

OPERATION EISEN ECLIPSE
Objective: Secure orbital supremacy for Prefsbelt and New Imperial Forces.
Location: NIV Malice, Command Vessel (x)
Tag: Teica Giraan

"Vice Admiral," Captain Hadrian Boars barked from across the bridge, "We have entered the system." Hiram Voss watched as the proverbial gates to real space opened. The new Prefsbelt Command vessel, the Reprisal-Class emerged from orbit with a cluster of smaller escorts moving behind the colossal titan. Hiram turned from the holographic table, and moved toward the proper bridge. This was a feeling of strange

"Admiral Voss, we have contacts." The Sensor Officer reported, "A light frigate is already assailing the forward group." Hiram raised his eyebrows, and then looked over the young lieutenants screen. He was correct. Some small frigate impotently firing at the larger destroyer. Clearly it would do nothing too much against the larger vessel. But it was a welcoming sign.

"Seems surprise may as of yet be on our side." Voss mused cautiously, a smile contorting itself on his haggard features. "Send word to mobile command." Voss added, "It seems we don't necessarily need to show our whole hand as of yet. We'll move slowly, prime our batteries to pepper their smaller force for now and drive them away." Hiram paused, and approached the very fore of the bridge. It seemed quaint really that the Malice, once the flag of Grand Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber was to make waves again. Now in an entirely new force. "See that we dispatch and have fighter crews primed." Voss commanded, "And have us tapped into ground comms."

"If this is all they have, then lets be ready to wipe these scum from the face of existence."

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

Alliance Jedi Guardian Armour
OPEN

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Tensions were rising in the Core.

The Galactic Alliance and the New Imperial Order had pulled their gazes off of the Sith Empire and allowed for warranted ceasefire. Shamelessly, it hadn't taken them long to turn their sights upon each other.

Specifics? Amon-Olu wasn't gifted with such knowledge as to how or why the Alliance took issue with a planet outside of its influence. Certainly, Jedi were free to engage and interfere against wrongdoings - they were sworn to do so. However, for a galactic government to so quickly cast nefarious doubt upon those presumed to be friends... Worst of all, they were turning on their own military allies, soldiers that many of the new Defense Force members had shed blood with.

Regardless of his own thoughts on the matter, he was present on Yinchorr today. as an attache to one of the combat units on the ground. He had certainly been educated in the aspects of war growing up, but he was fresh to the Alliance as a whole. Having previously been journeying through the stars with his Master as a wanderer. It'd be better to situate himself within the New Jedi Order - if it could even be called an Order, before putting himself forward to lead strangers to their deaths.

On a sweep of a building complex close to the city's walls, there had been a report of suspected members of the Warrior Caste, or supporters congregating in large numbers. His teams mission? Ensure these potential supporters weren't a threat to the rest of the city that were in a clamour for the help of the Galactic Alliance.

When reports began flooding in of New Imperial war ships entering orbit and immediately deploying dropships, tension in the squad he accompanied quickly rose. Coupled with the tensions within the city, in that building, it felt as if the walls itself were the enemy - closing in on them. Quietly, he spoke his words of warning.

"We've got to get out of here."

It was deathly quiet in that hall. The marine at the front of the group, mere metres ahead of him stumbled forwards for no reason. Glancing down and then up at the group before being engulfed in flames as the explosion rocked through the building as the first of the Imperials touched ground.

 

[Damocles]

I _ A M _ D A M O C L E S
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
181ST STARFIGHTER WING | 5/181ST "ANVIL" SQUADRON
OPERATION: SAVAGE HAND | NIV 'ALLEGIANCE', YINCHORR ORBIT
TIE/INX INTERCEPTOR

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Damocles had not been present during the first skirmish on Yinchorr when unmarked individuals and the Galactic Alliance clashed. He had still been fresh from being tested at the academy, his superiors uncertain as to where to put the mysterious man. Erkit, Huk, Ithor; the three of those laid a foundation for his sterling career as an Imperial fighter pilot, so much so that he had already been inducted into the 181st and given his stripes as a sign of his combat proficiency, as well as a tentative promotion to first lieutenant.

Truthfully, even though he felt more alive than at any point prior in his life - something still felt off about things, like how an elder could sense a storm was coming by the aches in their bones. He hadn't figured out what exactly bothered him by the time the Allegiance arrived at Yinchorr, the pilot marching towards the hangar bay in preparation for the battle to come.

Climbing into the cockpit of his ship, Damocles noticed the belts of the seat were a bit frayed when he went to strap himself in, making a mental note to beg the quartermaster to let him just take some replacements instead of having to fill out some bureaucratic nonsense that would take months to process. As his fighter was lifted into its launch right, he quietly sighed into his vocabulator, flipped the ship on, listening to the twin ion engines roar to life.

He firmly grasped the control yokes and waited until he was released from the clamps, throttling forward and screeching out of the hangar bay of the star destroyer and into the atmosphere of Yinchorr.

 

[Tyrell Paxxus]

G R A N D _ V I Z I E R
R E C H A R G I N G _ T H E _ V O I D
Space Over Yinchorr, Aboard Epitaph II
Hiram Voss | OPEN

UNFORESEEN CONSEQUENCES
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No one believed their alliance would last forever. It was only a means to an end to oppose a common foe. Small victories became large victories. Large victories became Bastion. Basion became relative peace. With no uniting adversary, friction was a known inevitability. For a time, the circumstances in which this discord would manifest remained a mystery. Until Yinchorr.

Imperial. Republican. A wolf by any other name is still a wolf.

The image of Epitaph II rapidly expanded out of hyperspace overlooking the brownish scarlet of the planet below. Then came the rest of Hell Patrol, passing the egress of hyperspace in wake of their alpha. The pack had arrived.

Monolithic wedges of durasteel began their dogged approach fresh out of an explosive arrival. The adversary was new, but the dance was always the same. Engage, Blockade, Bombard. Many an admiral has compared fleet engagements to dejarik, chess, and the like. Tyrell had done this so many more time than he cared to count, now it was nothing but spaceborne monotony.

Vice Admiral Fisk was one of those latter navymen. To him, every engagement was a puzzle, a game of the most epic proportions possible. "Grand Vizier, Alliance ships have a preemptive blockade. Shall we shift formation?" Fisk asked with the same forward confidence he always carried.

Tyrell glanced over to the holo-dispay in the center of the bridge. Airborne pixels mimicked the might of the New Imperial navy. This was no hunting formation. It was that of a pack insouciant to its situation. "We will keep formation. We wait for Prefsbelt Command to get into position, and we engage together."

Where the young wolf displayed confidence that masked eager anxiety, the old wolf showed indifference that masked focused determination.

Contrasts much smaller than Imperial and Republican could breed strife. A wolf by any other name is still a wolf. Order and Hierarchy only served to keep the hunger in line.

 

[Kolson Vrask]

V A N D A L
VANDAL SQUAD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TOL KACHORN SEWERS
F L O O D
FOCUS | OPEN

GOING DARK
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<"Cut it."> By will of that simple command the thermal torch began to superheat and warp the circular steel cage door, the hiss and crack of the flame concealed by the errant noise of blasters and explosions in the distance as the assault continued. There was no hiding the enemy now, this was about as close as it got to outright war now with the Galactic Alliance. Matter of fact, to the boots, there wasn't anything different at all.

Soon as they were inside the limits of Tol-Kachorn, they'd be expected to gun down Alliance troopers, anyone armed left in Tol-Kachorn was deemed a hostile and had to be eliminated.

Vandal and whatever special ops units were attached to them had one of the more difficult tasks on the field today. Capture the Council of the Elders, force the surrender of the 'Enlightened Caste' along Yinchorr by holding their leadership hostage. It was a viable mission, a summit within sight. But they had a long road ahead of them.

The steel was able to be uprooted and forced from its mountings, letting Vandal squad entry into the city. Entering the darkened depths of the sewers, they flicked their HUDs to night vision. With a map displayed at the corner of their vision they began to navigate toward the underbelly of the main palace to Tol Kachorn.

In his subconscious, Berik knew the chances of them being alone down here with no resistance coming from the way of the alliance was unlikely, if not...downright impossible.

Vandal was ready for whatever awaited them in the darkness.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

SPACEPORT
TOL-KACHORN
Rurik Fel Amon-Olu Kolson Vrask

A dome shield covered the stretch of hardpack that served as Tol-Kachorn's spaceport. The shield wouldn't last. They never did. Hence, Captain Jerek Asyr was engaged in shoving boxes, bags, and passengers into a modified Duros shuttle, with an eye to an evac run. He kept the other eye on that shield, a translucent eggshell that could last until nightfall but probably wouldn't. Sooner or later, the NIO would break it down or sidle through or tunnel under.

That left Jerec with some tough choices, considering the shield trapped his ship as much as protected it. Wait until the shield fell? Take the shield down - putting other ships at risk - if the NIO bypassed it? Rally the other captains grounded here and stage a mass breakout past the fuss in orbit?

"Burn that bridge when I get to it," he mumbled, and started wedging luggage under the cargo nets. Quekko would have had solid advice right about now.

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Peacemaker, engineering room]

"Divert all auxiliary power to shields--Augh!" Teica was violently knocked out of her chair, falling on her back with a hard thump.

All around, engineers ran for consoles and panels. Bridge officers were bracing for the constant impacts. Teica stood up, every bone in her body ached.

"Lock warheads! Fire!" she screamed in a pained tone.

Two proton torepedoes flew at a star destroyer, while fifteen concussion missiles flew into the hulls of nearby Imperial starfighters. The Peacemaker was now firing with every weapon it had.

The fighting continued to drag on, as the Peacemaker was slowly ripped apart by plasma.

"We're absorbing too many casualti--," a bridge officer was ripped from their seat and sent flying into the ground.

Teica looked around at the madness, right as she was almost flung from her chair.

Holding onto the arms of the chair with all her might, she yelled, "Get us out of here, full impulse!"

The bruised and beaten light cruiser set its course and flew, as plasma marks covered the hull. At full impulse, it ran. Then, the hull began to disappear, as the ship was stretched, until it was replaced with the closing of a hyperspace route, and vanished.

The Peacemaker's battered, and near-dead body appeared a short distance from the Golden Nyss Shipyards. From the light cruiser, came a distress signal, repeating:

"This is Captain Teica Giraan of the light cruiser Peacemaker...we've sustained heavy damage and casualties, requesting assistance."

 

[Jaeger Harrsk]

H E L L I O N
A SQUADRON, 1ST SOD
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
TOL KACHORN SEWERS
I N _ T H E _ F L E S H ?
Kolson Vrask | Djorn Bline | Jerec Asyr | OPEN

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If you want something done right, do it yourself.

The bold Alliance raid on COMPNOR's training compound on Yinchorr leading up to the destruction of the whole base necessitated a tenfold response. That is why he was here. All geared up. Back in the grime, the mud, the blood and sweat. Back to the roots.

From a different entry point than Vandal Squad, A Squadron slid into the sewers on the outskirts of the besieged city. As the brunt of the New Imperial forces encircled the capital city of the world, special operations were tasked with forcing surrender through cloak and dagger. Deep into the city, the so-called Council of Elders held steadfast. Thus, as it was written so it should be done: the head of the snake was to be cut off.

"Breach."

The controlled explosive burst the metal door open and in a disciplined file formation, the CompForce operators ventured into the sewers towards the heart of the city, the heart of the enemy.

 

[CETCOM]

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Location | Yinchorr , Council of Elders Headquarters
Focus | Denzul Vosh-Sularen
Objective | Survive
Tags | N/A

Denzul watched from the windows of the Headquarters of the Council of Elders as smoke engulfed the City of Tol-Kachorn. The New Imperials had gone on the Offensive just as expected and now the Senator of Byss found himself trapped in the City of Tol-Kachorn. Already a distress signal had been sent to Byss and help would arrive soon but for now all he had was a Platoon of 50 Special Security Stormtroopers under Lieutenant Leoet to protect him. This was truly the beginning of the Cold War.

Soon enough Lieutenant Leoet arrived in Denzul's Room to met with him. "Sir my Platoon is ready to escort you and the Council of Elders out of here." the Lieutenant said. "Have our reinforcements arrived yet? and are the Council of Elders willing to evacuate?" Denzul asked turning around to met Leoet. "As for the reinforcements we have yet to receive word that they have arrived and as for the Council of Elders some wish to leave and escape the carnage but there are some who refuse and prefer to stay." the Lieutenant replied." Denzul thought for a second and simply said. "Well we don't have time to waste on any stubborn Councillors. Take whoever is willing to follow us and let's get out of here"

With that , the Lieutenant went out to seek out the members of the Council of Elders that wished to evacuate Tol-Kachorn. From what Senator Vosh knew , the City was lost and the Alliance were too late to help their allies , Fleets of Star Destroyers and Legions of Stormtroopers were marching on Tol-Kachorn. It made Senator Vosh realize that High Admiral Pryce was right back on Shili , the Alliance was more overstretched. Hopefully Zero Command would arrive and help relieve Senator Vosh and his Group and if the Senator managed to get enough Councillors out of there it would be enough to continue the fight against Yinchorri High Command.

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Location | Orbit of Yinchorr
Focus | Admiral Kaine Hamilton
Objective | Breakthrough the New Imperial Blockade
Tags | Hiram Voss [FITE ME]
Forces [Zero Command] | BNV Enforcer | BNV Punisher | 28 Fighter Squadrons [TIE/DFs | TIE/HFs | TIE/HBs] | 8 Support Craft Squadrons [Phantom Shuttles]

Zero Command jumped out of Hyperspace arriving at the edge of the Yinchorr system where a lengthy battle between Alliance and New Imperial Forces had already begun. The Vessels while being of an Imperial-Aesthetic each had the Insignias of the Alliance and of the C.A.B [The Government of Byss] on the Starboard and Port Side of the Vessels respectively to distinguish them from the Imperials and to avoid the Alliance from mistaking them as New Imperials.

Onboard the Lead-Ship , the BNV Enforcer stood Admiral Kaine Hamilton of Zero Command who had previously served under the current Lord-Imperator of Byss , Marlon Sularen when he was just a Captain in the New Imperial Armada. Hamilton was never loyal to the New Imperials but loyal to Sularen and his secretive Association. Upon his superior's ascension as Lord-Imperator of Byss he had been appointed as the Commanding Officer of Zero Command in which was an Expeditionary Fleet that was to be primarily utilized in safeguarding the assets of SularenCo and the interests of the Association.

Admiral Hamilton was here at Yinchorr because the Lord-Imperator had sent him to evacuate the Senator of Byss from the now besieged city of Tol-Kachorn. However there was the main issue of the New Imperial Fleet blockading Yinchorr and that was why Zero Command was to be deployed , to break through the Blockade get some Shuttles in and get Senator Vosh out of there. While the Alliance could do such a task themselves it would be foolish for the Lord-Imperator to let the life of his own Cousin in the hands of the Alliance and thus drastic times called for Drastic Measures.

As Zero Command moved into position , Kaine Hamilton awaited for the Arrival of the Fleet of Tyrel Ferri to arrive in order to provide assistance for Zero Command. The Battle for Yinchorr had begun and it was going to be a bloodbath , one that the Association could exploit.

 

[Hans Rennagen]

F O R C E _ C O R P S
Objective: Infantry Protection & Anti-Jedi Warfare
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Yinchorri Barracks, Uhanayih, some time before the Battle of Tol-Kachorn

"How many heads you think you can smash tonight? I'd say 40 for myself" the large male Yinchorri placed a hand of cards face down on the table.

"40? You know the Alliance doesn't employ Womprats, right?" replied the woman sitting across from him, not even looking up from her cards.

Before the first Yinchorri could reply, all eyes in the room were on the new arrival as he stepped through the door. A dozen large Yinchorri had all stopped what they were doing to stare at Hans as he entered their barracks. It was not a welcoming feeling. The large man at the table stood and looked around the room. The Soldiers returned to what they were doing before. Some prepared gear, some drank (it was far too early in the morning for Hans to even think about a drink), and a some played cards.

The Yinchorri approached Hans and stood menacingly over him, there was at least a two foot height difference between them.

"They only sent one? What good is that?" He said, his deep and seemingly unimpressed voice sending a shiver down Hans' spine.

"Leave the Human alone, Kurga. Have some damn gratitude that these Imperials are even helping us."

"Fine. So Imperial, why did you come alone?"

"I'm... here to protect you. Hans Rennagen of the Imperial Force Corps, Sir." Hans replied,

"Force Corps huh? Ain't it the Jedi we're fighting?"

"Yes Sir, but I'm an Imperial Knight, not a Jedi. My superiors saw it fit to attach us Knights to Yinchorri squads in the event that a Jedi tries to kill you."

"You know Yinchorri have a resistance to the force, right? What can you do that a blaster can't? Or better yet a squad of your stormtroopers with blasters?"

"Allow me to show you Lieutenant," Hans said with a smirk, stepping back and igniting his lightsaber. The soldiers around the room stopped their activities once again to gaze at the alabaster blade. "I'm trained to use this sword against the Jedi, and I can assure you they're stronger than a few blasters."

"Well I'll be... that's a nice weapon. I hope you come in handy as you say. Settle in here, and we'll be heading out in a few hours. You're welcome to join Sabacc if you know how."

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Tol-Kachorn, Yinchorr, Present

Hans followed closely behind Lieutenant Kurga as they walked through the streets. The squad of a dozen large reptiles walked right out in the open. Not like being seen mattered. It was hard to conceal that many 8 foot tall warriors, and they were natural fighters not prone to running or hiding. Hans respected that. The only problem was that the further thy walked through the empty streets, the further they got from the battle.

"Where are you taking us Lieutenant, the fighting is that way."

"Munitions factory where I used to work is around the block. We're gonna take what we can, destroy the rest so the technocrats can't have it. Not like they'd know how to use it." Kurga scoffed. He had been raving since Hans had arrived about the Intelligentsia, or the technocrats as he called them.

"They won't even fight us themselves! At least we fight alongside you Imperials!" Kurga began to yell.

"Lieutenant, calm down. We don't need to attract unwanted attention,"

Kurga stopped yelling, but said nothing to Hans. It was clearly a sore subject.

Hans just hoped now that Kurga's booming voice had not been heard by anyone nearby...

 

[Olen Halcorr]

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Location: Yinchorr Atmosphere, Tol-Kachorn Base
Objective: Protect the planet and defend Tol Kachorn
Equipment: REC-SS01 "Twin Suns Edition" X-Wing Starfighter
Phantom Squadron
Daz Farlander Aeson Keel Westenra Mina Cynthia Alucard

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"This is Phantom Leader, four starts and a go."

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The Alliance crewman waved his coloured batons as Olen lifted the X-Wing into the air. The blonde pilot hesitated for a moment before the baton turned emerald and he gunned the throttle, blasting out of the Yinchorr Base hangar bay. He'd been in many a battle but this felt....strange. It had not been so long ago that he had been vaping S-IMP TIE fighters along side the TIEs of the New Imperial Order. Now they were on opposing sides, the heat was on.

Olen took a momentary glance towards his sensors. Blips that represented the eyeballs darted around on the screen, not too dissimilar to the scene in atmosphere as the enemy chased around Alliance starfighters. Nevertheless, he maintained composure, switching his shields to double front and diverting more juice to his repulsors. "Tighten up Phantom, stick with your wingmen and press the attack as much as you can, we're trying to get the heat off our people on the ground."

From the information he had been provided with, the A-Wings of Vanguard Squadron would be joining them in protecting Tol-Kachorn. The Yinchorri were counting on them, he wasn't one to disappoint.

He stepped on it, pulling into the sortie. The mass of fire lit up his frontal shields, obscuring his view and ability to fire. Olen made a long break, going into a tallon roll, the X-Wing inverting slightly before coming back up, that gave his shields some time to recover as he got ready to come back in. Pulling back around, he set his sights onto an Interceptor, colloquially known to X-Wing pilots as a "squint".

"I'm on a squint, one on your flight path Ten ( Daz Farlander )."

As if he'd known Olen would be on him, the interceptor dipped away and he followed, weaving past fire from another fighter which had joined in the chase. The second one seemed to have been waiting for me, interesting.. He thought to himself. Hitting the throttle, he moved the yoke in the opposite direction and lost all forward momentum. Once more he inverted into a tight loop roll, performing a drop kick turn to get away from the second Interceptor.

The scenes on the ground unfolding like in a holomovie, the belligerents seeming like toy figurines from his altitude. Pulling back into a tailspin, he met the first Interceptor again as they came head to head. His HUD went red and he locked on, hitting the trigger and vaping the squint. The second still applied pressure, hoping to lead it away for a trap, he turned round, accelerating rapidly as it seemed to pick up on his movements. His simulator classes at Anaxes came flooding back. The one who'd initiated the chase was often the one set at a disadvantage.

Time to change that.

He continued on, the rocky mountains jutting out of the arid landscape as the two tangoed through the desert. Making a series of quick alternating moves, he went into a steep nosedive, before nudging the stick hard to the left, going into a tight corkscrew avoid which seemingly confused the enemy pilot who was still on the flight path. He fought the yaw to keep in the corkscrew until the enemy would inevitably overshoot the mark which it did. Olen came face to face with the pilot for a time as it passed him, the face covering mask concealing any sort of emotion. Classic NIO.

Olen pushed his tail outwards, coming around in an arc and letting off a spray of blastefire which didn't seem so accurate at first but ending up burning a hole through the wedge shaped wing of the Interceptor. He finished the job, the wing breaking off the main body as the eyeball cockpit went tumbling down to the surface below. He returned to the main battle as his astromech reported on the damage to him. This was going to be a wild ride..

 

[Auteme]

Lucien Dooku | Jerec Asyr | Kolson Vrask Jaeger Harrsk Djorn Bline | Tol Kachorn​

She was bracing herself.

She'd been bracing herself ever since Lucien had told her that the New Imperial Order had plans to return to Yinchorr, ever since this whole thing had started. It didn't matter how much things might improve if the Galactic Alliance prevailed. It didn't matter how much the New Imperial Order wanted to impose their will on the galaxy. War hurt people. War destroyed things. If the Alliance and New Imperials fought openly, how many would die? The Yinchorri would only be the first casualties. She was on Yinchorr to help in any way she could.

Tol-Kachorn was far from a megacity, but it was the largest on the planet and the most populous. The de-facto capital of Yinchorr and the home of the Council of Elders was known as a powerful state and for never having been taken by an enemy. Auteme was far from a military expert, but between the schism and the forces arrayed against the Intelligentsia, the odds were that that streak would be broken.

"It'll be alright, just a little further," she said, giving a warm smile to calm the girl. The few families hurried along with her through the back streets until they reached the spaceport's entrance. There were guards and such but she was more worried about the people. Did they have enough ships to evacuate everyone? "Go on and find yourself a ship, it'll be alright."

She waved goodbye, but there was little time. The Imperials were here, the fighting was just beginning, and there were still so many...

Fear crept in, an ugly corruption of her mind. She steadied her breathing and reached into her bag, pulling out a communicator and flicking it on.

"Lucien, are you there?" Short pause. "I'm going to head to the city center. The Council of Elders and a fair few Yinchorri refuse to move, I'm going to see if I can convince them to come. If not... I'll protect them until they are convinced."

Another pause. "Thank you. Again."

She flipped it off and ran towards the city center.

 

[Shaka Sunstar]

Alliance Jedi Guardian Armour
OPEN - POTENTIALLY: Hans Rennagen

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A hasty force barrier was upraised around him and the surrounding troops in front and behind him. The ground shook as the detonations continued rocking through the complex, rigged to a wider system, the structure began collapsing around them. They fled, and he guided a few of them to the nearest wall as he blast a hole through the wall with a quick application of the Force.

First second or third floor, it didn't matter.

He ushered them out the building and he leapt after them, landing hard and grunting as he looked back to part of the building caving in on itself.

"It was a trap!" One of the troopers decried.

"The lieutenant's dead!" Another said.

Amon looked to the gathered group. It was true. The leader of the team was gone, vaporized as the third in the stack, his barrier too slow in wrapping around him too. Behind his helmet, his brow creased as he stared at the ground. When he looked up, he found that they were all staring up at him expectedly. Some with helmets on, others with it off.

Before he could even speak, the sound of fighters raced by overhead, engaging with the following waves of Imperial forces. His helmet came off, held in the crook of his arm as he looked to the remaining members of the team.

"We head to the Council of Elders - ensure they evacuate. We'll engage any Imperial forces we come across." Unclipping the silver saber hilt from his belt, he leveled a glance to each of them. And reached out to all of them through the Force as a confident and reassuring presence. "Let's move."

 

[Tyrel Ferri]

Arrival
Objective: Break trough New Imperial Order Blockade
Forces: Sentry Squadron:

• Demolisher [Flagship]
• Ascent
• Vanquish
• Vigilance
  
  When Tyrel Before Exiting Hyperspace was thinking about what is awaiting, she was expecting much bigger Blockade forces, after all NIO was famous for Planet Blockading. Still the forces her fleet faced after entering system were large."Prepare Main Turbolaser Batteries, Deploy Squadrons Defensive formation, low power" Order war repeated in background as officers executed it. Tyrel was observing as Tubolasers on Ship Hologram Representation were rotating, now pawns are in place. Tyrel was not expecting miracle in form of destroying NIO fleet, she expected realistic event in form of successful operation. "Captain Ferri we can destroy one of hostile Star Battlecruisers if we..." She stopped officer in mid of their proposition and with soft voice answered him "We have an objective to complete and if all of you will obey my orders we won't use any ship" Tyrel wondered how it came to point where she needed to work with this Imbecile that somehow became commander on one of ship under her Command.
  
  After few minutes she was notified by her right hand about entering Point Zero, the position from which her units will wait for further orders, now she observed as GA and NIO armies on planet are killing each other. Now her thoughts focused on planning what she will do if operation fail.
  Hiram Voss

 

[Colton]

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Location: SPACEPORT TOL-KACHORN

Objective: Protect Civilians during Evac

Tags: Jerec Asyr Rurik Fel Amon-Olu Kolson Vrask

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Colton was on loan to the sector rangers he made atmo just before the NIO star destroyers dropped out of hyperspace and making his way to the spaceport, to assist in the orderly evacuation of the civilians as his police gunship approached he noticed a protective shield around the spaceport, ~was he too late had the NIO sent advanced ground troops to secure the spaceport.~ he thought to himself he took a few passes to get a better look. Seeing no Imperials he opened a comm channel “Galatic ranger Renfroe to Tol-Kachorn spaceport, what is your status?” and waited for a response as he checked his scanners ~ good no imperial in the immediate vicinity.~ he thought to himself.

 

[Hans Rennagen]

F O R C E _ C O R P S
Objective: Infantry Protection & Anti-Jedi Warfare
Engaging: Amon-Olu
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The sound of the fighting had grown distant in their push towards the munitions factory. Hans was apprehensive, but Kurga wasn't the type he wanted to argue with. Just when Hans thought they were clear to move in the factory, an explosion sounded out from a few blocks away. The battle was spreading out.

"Didn't you say we'd be clear of any hostiles?" Hans yelled accusingly at the Lieutenant.

"I didn't promise anything! Come on, we might be able to make it to factory before they do!"

"No, we need to see what we're up against! If you walk into that factory there could be a whole alliance force coming in after you!"

Kurga released a loud sigh from his nostrils. "I don't care if you're our ally or a knight, mess this up and I won't let you see the liberation of Yinchorr."

Hans said nothing in case he provoked the man further. He simply drew his lightsaber and raised his shield, marching towards the site of the explosion. When they reached it, the street was in disarray. A building had collapsed out into the street, Hans knew immediately it wasn't the handiwork of the Alliance soldiers strewn around it. With the path blocked, they turned an made their way down another street, finally encountering the Alliance forces Hans had imagined, and hoped, they would. Hans was not going to admit to the Yinchorri that he had been seeking a fight with a Jedi. If he was going to get a full Knighthood he would need to fight at least one.

They approached from behind, but Hans could tell that at the head of the group was a Jedi. He recognized the armour. The Jedi would only have to look in his direction to know he was about to face down an Imperial Knight. The white saber and the shield bearing prominent markings of the NIO gave it away instantly.

"Be careful, that armour is impressive technology. Take out the squad, I'll deal with the Jedi" Hans was fed up with taking wayward orders from the Yinchorri, so he issued one of his own.

"Since when did you give orders?" Kurga was confused and upset by Hans' forthright usurpation of command, but he could not argue.

"If you want your factory Lieutenant, we need to deal with these people first," Hans raised his lightsaber and pointed it towards the Alliance soldiers to show he was issuing a challenge. He'd seen his father do it at the start of a many a duel when Hans was a child.

"Jedi! We have come to restore order to this world, and you stand in our way!"

 

[Aitayo Yamaguchi]

Location: The City if Tol-Kachorn
Gear: MK-I Armor- Service Rifle
Objective: t h e f r o n t l I n e s of s e r v I c e

Kill fight die. Serve as your father and father's father have done for generations. It took no time for the young man to sign up. It was difficult to pass combat training but he also did that. Now service guarantees citizenship, service that would free his home and the world.

伝統と同じように

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The Frontline was as war was described, chaos and bodies and explosions, young men dying and generations ending. This was what he came here to do, the reality having long ago calloused his mind to the horror of war, every moment was done through utter exaughstion and every moment executed through repetition. Luck and skill mattered little to the gun nests and the machines of war, the man ducked behind cover and returned fire.

Every heavy recoil shaking his frame but he did not let the enemy take his ground, our ground. They fell with a thud, he kept firing. They were to secure the entrance to the sewers. The city block that had the main exit of the line and it had cost men on both lines.

The young man fired again into the nest, his rifle sticking into the hole and he squeezed the trigger. After screams and seconds no more sounds came from the machine gun nest. ​