Skirmish Incoming Storm [TSE vs. SJO - Velmor]

[Irveric Tavlar]

// LOCATION // Den Velmor
// OBJECTIVE // Snatch Sith scalps // Bag a Dark Council member
// ALLIES // Marshal Zovesa | Khyron Zharost - New Imperial Order
// NEUTRAL // Silver Jedi Order
// ENEMIES // Kascalion Giedfield [Coordinated] - Sith Empire
// DUEL THEMATIC // 7EMPEST

Spoiler: 'Deathshead' Squadron

// I Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 79 -0 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 26 -0 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 9 -0 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3] 9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // II Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 83 -0 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 28 -0 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 10 -0 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3 ]9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // III Company | Armored Spearhead // AT-SAT [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 AT-TD [6 - 2 x 3] 5 -0 XT-60a [18 - 3 x 6] 16 -0 HMP-60x [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 // Support Element + Reserves // TIE Slasher [36 - 3 x 12] TIE Bruiser [16 - 2 x 8] TIE Mauler [8 - 2 x 4] PURGEGRU - Task Force 'Gauntlet' IV Company - Armored Infantry + Full Unit Extraction +

// DEATHSHEAD SQUADRON // // PERSONAL EQUIP //​ // ARMOR // // MAIN WEAPON // // SIDE ARM// // MISC // // MELEE - POLEARM // (Placeholder) // MELEE - SWORD //

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Kascalion's rhetoric seemed to translate into very little tangible effect unto the Traitor General. He'd been through the gauntlet before of Sith describing his futility to him to his face. Though the retort was more often than not that Irveric didn't worry over the futility. What he worried over was his convictions. He wouldn't forsake any of what he'd stood for in favor of preserving his own mortal shell in the face of the incalculable power and evil of the Sith Empire.

"The Sith rhetoric grows tiring, a shame you speak with the same voice as your masters." Tavlar states flatly, his voice familiar if still muffled and distorted mechanically by the comms system of his helmet.

The Traitor General ate the force push in the chest jolting him back as his Greitis boots ground against the ground beneath to keep his footing from the force as it washed against his hulking beskar shell. The chaotic volley of slashes from the Dark Councilor led to Tavlar hoisting up his vibro halberd, pumping his arms out and twisting his elbows in a constant rhythm to deflect the blows before he'd heave back in an exoskeleton charged push to veer the lance from its course, angling to hook the back head of the weapon around the base of the lance's blade to veer it toward the ground within that moment he'd pull a free hand toward the vest mounted to his armor, grasping a grenade and rearing back the dial on the fust control to be nigh instant before wrenching free the pin and throwing an underhanded dart of a throw in the direction of Kascalian, the grenade exploding in a non lethal blast.

The anti-flash lenses of each of their helmet were able to subdue most of the blindness of the flashbang action but even so they were enveloped with a thick smoke of 'voidstone' dust in the air. To Tavlar - it was a negligible effect but to his foe it would've proved far more hampering. Hefting his halberd back from the ground he swung the axe head up in an upward cut as he closed the gap between them, aiming to slam into the Devil Wolf's abdomen with a vibro-arbir backed gruesome slash.

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

\\ REQUESTING DATA ACCESS...
Input Security Clearance: Processing...
Security Clearance Level: Black
Access: GRANTED //

• Location: Den Velmor
• Objective: Defend the Empire from SJO Forces | Round up any and all escapees | Destroy Tavlar
• Allies: TSE | Cognus Legion - 8th Battalion - Three-Hundred-Eighty Infantrymen
• Enemies: SJO | Irveric Tavlar (Coordinated)
• Personal Vessel in Orbit: Guardian Phalanx (Ferrata-class Planetary Assault Carrier)

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There it was. The trump card that he should have expected and arrogantly ignored. He should have noticed the grenades at the start, avoided the rhetoric. He could have killed him easily, but he did not. He had refused. He wanted to talk and hear the traitor's words.

Was it enough that he had been outmaneuvered on a military level? On a combative level? No. It was not, not to Tavlar. The Voidstone smoke, which entered through Abaddon's mask into his lungs like tiny pixels of a glitch in a computer system, was heavy and dampening. His power waned and he could feel his connection falter every second. His arms became cumbersome and his flesh began to feel withered and old. He began to feel his age, esoteric and ancient.

The gleam in his vision faded, his eyes now nothing more than dulled golden circles. His mouth began to froth, spittle filling the inside of his helmet in cloudy droplets. This was different than how he should have felt. Voidstone did not do this to a Force Sensitive. It was like an allergic reaction with the Proxy Prime. Blood boiling and freezing, muscles twitching and melting and hardening. His heart pounded against his chest, threatening to break his sternum and ribs.

Fear. Fear and doubt.

Time seemed to stop as the blade of the traitor rushed towards his abdomen. The unusual were perverse and disgusting in his mind and corrupted his being. Anxiety? The knowledge that you are doomed to die a worthless death like Lorale had said you would? That a non-Force User will kill you? This is not who you are, Kascalion.

The Devil Lion barely dodged the blade as time resumed, lurching backward and bringing his own weapon to bear, the tip clashing against the full might of the traitor's weapon. The impact sent him flopping back further, the lance nearly falling out of his hands. Behind him, the 8th Battalion continued to be destroyed by the unexpected assault. Orders were shouted and rounds were fired, but they did little against the armored lines Tavlar had brought with him. By the day's end, the legion would have to rebuild an entire force, knowing that it was Abaddon's fault for leading them to their demise.

"You...are a fool," Abaddon wheezed as he hoisted his weapon up into a defensive grip. "A man who...cannot live with the knowledge that he...became one of us. A hateful...misguided thing...desiring death...and power."

The Dark Councilor uttered a gurgling roar alongside an unexpectedly thunderous leap towards his foe, his lance reared over his head and aimed for a downward strike. However, to any viewer, it would be clear that the strike would miss or be lodged in the former Lord General's thick plate if it did hit. Abaddon knew this as well. Suddenly, the blade rotated forward, transforming the lance into a piercing scythe aimed for the left shoulder of the traitor. If it hit, the blade would either pierce the man's shoulder entirely or just barely knick his skin, but it would penetrate the armor regardless by way of gravity and force alone. If he missed and the scythe pierced dirt instead, he would then lift it up and rotate the blade into a lance once again and swing it diagonally, hoping to at least begin wearing down the man's defenses.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Nearby Allies: Reggie Faayare , Ura Iolar & Jessica Med-Beq .
Opposition: Lord Venari , Vallaro Kindall , Leon Amun , & Haro Lergo .
Current Location: Den Velmor City Streets.
Inventory: Bo Staff | Jedi Armor | Lightsaber.

Silver Jedi Objective:​

Den Velmor is being overrun by forces of The Sith Empire. Civilians are being killed and the young are being enslaved for future service to the Emperor's legions of Darkness. This cannot be allowed! Fight for the people of Velmor and beat back the tyranny of the Sith!

"Come in! Come in! This is Padawan Ura!
We need the location of civilian evac!"
"Ok. What now?".​

Ura Iolar was quick to get on the Comm's as requested, the Padawan seeming somewhat flushed for all the action and horror that surrounded them; "Take a deep breath Ura, pace yourself. Don't look at the bigger picture but focus on the moment and what good you can do right now" Caedyn called over the sounds of blasterfire ricocheting from their blades, whilst others zipped passed. Calm of mind in such events was a skill and talent acquired over time and practice for the Jedi, for Caedyn it was his focus, but for Ura it probably sounded far easier said than put into practice.

With the numerous requests, orders and information being relayed across the comm's, Caedyn caught word of Sith Forces converging on a Police Station somewhere within their vicinity. Perhaps if the figureheads or leaders of the Sith could be apprehended, then they might gain further insight as to the cause of the invasion, as well as a way in how they could best put a stop to it. Where were the youth being held, and where would they next be processed and trained. Who was in charge and where were they on the battlefield that had once been the peaceful capital City.

The sounds of Comm's chatter however abruptly fell silent and in it's place was the continuous and irritating sound of static. One of the Antarian Rangers announced the Communications had gone down, though little elaboration was required as it wasn't a difficult assumption to make in that the enemy were seeking to dissolve the Jedi's ability to coordinate a retaliatory defense of Velmor.

Caedyn drove himself forward, no longer willing to stand idle by while time continued to pass them; the Force surged to him and in it's grace he moved with astonishing speed to cross the distance between he and the Sith Troopers before they could refer to melee arms. Augmenting his body, his pace and strength channeling the Force throughout his center, he swung his lightsaber out, taking strikes at those closest to him, targeting their limbs for non-fatal yet critical and immobilizing blows.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Velmor, Science Facility​

Allies: Wyatt Morga ​

Enemies: Taeli Raaf (hai boo)​

Soon to be Enemy: Imperius (I think not sure where you are?)​

Here we go again. Allyson thought quietly to herself as she listened to Wyatt. It had been some time since she had become involved with the Jedi and the Sith again. In the ongoing battle between the two sides of the force, there was never a winner or a loser - just endless fighting.

Her nose wrinkled at his plan. "Don't know if I want to get used to you sacrificing yourself for little ol' me," Allyson smirked and jested at the man, he was a Jedi and Jedi were selfless. Allyson couldn't figure out what drove them to do so. If all Jedi sacrificed themselves, who would be there to fend off the forces of the Sith?

That was a question for another day. Unlike Wyatt, the woman wore a slim styled power armor, one created by her very capable cousin John Locke . They remained in the shadows, and she nodded, "Yeah, its sort of my specialty." The Corellian grinned and pushed a few buttons on the hud screen only she could see. From her back, crawled two small mechanical spiders. Her fingers moved quickly as the force flowed and moved into the two drones, connecting her to them. "These little guys should do it."

As she finished, she watched as Wyatt moved and made a distraction. A soft sigh pressed through her lips as she shook her head and shrugged. "Men." Looking to her side, a hand raised and petted a snake-like droid that stood roughly 2 meters tall. She smiled at the mechanical beast and then, through the force, commanded it to keep a low profile while lowering itself to the ground as it moved on ahead. Looking towards Wyatt, she met his eyes. She then continued towards the back end of the facility, and there she would hack her way through the security using her specialty of mechu deru.

"Well, Bait - hopefully, we won't run into anything troublesome, eh?" As she moved towards the back doorway, she kept her guard up with the 'Cottonmouth' droid next to her. Using the hydra system with mechu deru, she commanded the two small slicer spiders to began the sequence. The spiders would slice the network allowing Wyatt entry to the facility if he needed it. After slicing through the system, they would start uploading a virus in an attempt to take over any security cameras and features, allowing Allyson to at least visually see what was going on internally.

There were still some kinks to work out with the latter, but at least the spiders could slice.

Spoiler

Equipment in Signature dm me if you have questions or if something is off. Thank you!

 

[Kirie]

Location: Den Velmor, Den Velmor Museum
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order // TBA
Enemies: The Sith Empire // Joycelyn Zambrano
Objective: Disrupt Sith efforts to capture Velmorian children

Stepping into the next room, Kirie felt a strange feeling tugging at her, a slight pulse of discomfort as she stepped into the storage room crammed with half-packed boxes and many display cabinets reflecting the dull amber of the overhead lighting. She sucked in a breath, readying herself to reach out with the Force, but she didn't have to. A towering figure melted from the dim, clad in glimmering metal, with eyes like burning coals. The moment she stepped out, the tugging in her gut increased, and Kirie felt a wave of nausea sweep over her as she locked eyes with the woman.

The stranger was speaking, but Kirie only caught some of the words. She tapped the metallic band on her wrist lightly, and the droid that accompanied her scurried from its place in her pack and settled on her soldier. A moment later, the words the woman had spoken appeared projected on her wrist datapad.

'What a shame. To keep something this beautiful locked in the storage.'

Kirie gave a very slight nod, stepping back unconsciously, and bumping lightly into a set of drawers behind her. Wincing slightly, she opened herself to the channels of the Force flowing around her, not wanting to confirm what she suspected but knowing that she had to.

She reached out, and the Tartarine pendant around her neck glowed as she did, filling the room with a brief burst of soft blue light. Immediately, she felt the presence of the stranger, felt its overwhelming strength, felt the rawness of the power that flowed from her in waves that made Kirie's stomach turn. She remembered the feeling from many years ago. This was a Sith.

Swallowing, she resurfaced, the light fading from the pendant. Her dark eyes met the glaring orbs of the stranger, and she felt the urge to turn and run, but instead, she stood in place, conscious of the saber hilt that hung from the belt around her hip, and all-too-aware of the soldiers prowling the museum halls around her.

Raising her hands slowly up, she signed quickly, with the mini protocol droid on her soldier repeating the words aloud to translate.

'A shame too that it is all in danger of being lost.'

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[TE-236]

Objective: Outpost Zulu
Tags: Grand Moff Aut-X Poker Sol Stazi Romi Jade Ruek Tast

Gin nodded. "Yes, Grand Moff. We will buy you more time." He replied. Gin watched as another gunship came crashing down, thanks to the cannons, but landed in the trench lines, the resulting explosion would have killed a few droids and Jedi troops on both sides. Hmm, a necessary loss, and an insignificant one at that. Only 3 droids had died from that, one commando and two B1s, but reports from his other droids reported that only 2 Jedi forces and died form the explosion. That was troubling. Still, the Jedi were down another gunship. Gin noticed the Hyena bombers flying overhead, bombing the Jedi forces, and the droid reinforcements emerging from the base, entering the fight, gunning down the Jedi forces. Those reinforcements would be extremely helpful.

Squads 37-64 and WQ-08, join up with Platoon A-63 to push back their forces

Speeder bike squadron Triple-Kilo, deploy

Rocket Droid Platoon, deploy to the front, join up with Heavy Weapons Company 0-9

28th Armored Division, deploy

Squad N-45, deploy alongside 28th Armored Division

Reserve Droid Regiment 1138, deploy

He ordered all of these things, and watched as the droids moved to follow his orders. He noticed the large amount of troops moving from the reserve forces to the front. No matter, he still had plenty more where that came from. He especially watched the Armored Division, as the tanks and other heavy armor moved through the terrain, escorted and supported by droid, bringing death to the Jedi. If he could smile, he sure would have.

And didn't even need to win, all he needed to do was stall for time.

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

// LOCATION // Den Velmor
// OBJECTIVE // Snatch Sith scalps // Bag a Dark Council member
// ALLIES // Marshal Zovesa | Khyron Zharost - New Imperial Order
// NEUTRAL // Silver Jedi Order
// ENEMIES // Kascalion Giedfield [Coordinated] - Sith Empire
// DUEL THEMATIC // 7EMPEST

Spoiler: 'Deathshead' Squadron

// I Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 79 -0 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 26 -0 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 9 -0 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3] 9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // II Company | Armored Infantry // Stormtroopers [90 - 9 x 10] 83 -0 Support Teams [30 - 3 x 10] 28 -0 XV-60a APC [x6] 6 -0 SD-60x Battle Droids [x12] 10 -0 XT-60a [9 - 3 x 3 ]9 -0 AT-TD [x3] 3 -0 // III Company | Armored Spearhead // AT-SAT [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 AT-TD [6 - 2 x 3] 5 -0 XT-60a [18 - 3 x 6] 16 -0 HMP-60x [9 - 3 x 3] 8 -0 // Support Element + Reserves // TIE Slasher [36 - 3 x 12] TIE Bruiser [16 - 2 x 8] TIE Mauler [8 - 2 x 4] PURGEGRU - Task Force 'Gauntlet' IV Company - Armored Infantry + Full Unit Extraction +

// DEATHSHEAD SQUADRON // // PERSONAL EQUIP //​ // ARMOR // // MAIN WEAPON // // SIDE ARM// // MISC // // MELEE - POLEARM // (Placeholder) // MELEE - SWORD //

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Equalized. The Sith and Jedi both were the ruling forces of the Galaxy when their force powers went unfettered by anything else. Stripped away and wrenched down unto a far more level playing field it would be realized quickly between either creed what the foundation beneath them comprised of and how easily the power could be stripped away.

The predictable surge back toward Tavlar by the Sith sent his first strike aimlessly down and infront of him as the Traitor General stepped back, holding his weapon at the ready with the spike at the base of the polearm angled toward the man's chest as the Dark Councilor towered over the human even as he was draped in his full panoply of war. A mortal man tangling with a nigh god. The next strike down toward Irveric's left shoulder was evaded once more with a jolt to the side and twist of his upper body back and to the other side from which he reared up the momentum to step his form up and swing the vibro-arbir halberd up and then down with a snap pace cut, the axe head bearing down toward the up and left side of Kascalion's skull cap with a bruising combination of both the metal and plasmatic charged swing of the axe and the sheer strength of the General and his inbuilt exoskeleton.

Regardless if the strike struck home or not he sought to close the distance more, rearing the halberd back down to point the plasmatic spiked base of the polearm toward Kascalion's abdomen before he'd lunge the weapon forward to plant the base into his stomach, following through in an attempt to send him unto his back into the ground.

All the while around them the vicious and close quarters urban warfare continued. What Cognus favored in perhaps a pound for pound advantage over Tavlar's Stormtroopers in these close confines, Deathshead made up for in spades by making sure there would be no buildings to bother fighting in as accelerated mass driver cannons and super charged turbo lasers sought to reap the whirlwind of the rubbled buildings surrounding the battle. Whatever Cognus legionnaires were forced to retreat were met with bruising bursts of heavy repeating blasters and surges of flame throwers from the hulking battle droids who all but suffocated their position by closing the gap.

 

[Sol Stazi]

BIOTAG - MAJOR SOL STAZI
ALLIANCE PATHFINDER
OUTPOST ZULU
IFF TAGS: Romi Jade Riamah
SITH OPPRESSORS: Ruek Tast (engaging) TE-236 (engaging) Grand Moff Aut-X Skorvek Poker

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Out here in no man's land comlinks were spotty and Stazi had to rely on his troopers to do their jobs. Pathfinders picked off speeder cavalry with heavy repeating cannons and ordnance launchers. As soon as the Partisans had begun pushing the droids back they were reinforced by additional squads from inside the outpost. They were getting bogged down in the trenches but continued to pelt away at the outer defenses. The sound of heavy armor mobilizing could be heard even over all the chaos. That was going to be a problem. He couldn't afford to worry about that right now.

"Range to target..." Sol poked his head out of the trench, "Four six four. Elevation point five."

With no reason to assume the Major was anything other than a kill tally, the sniper had moved on to fresher targets.

"Wind...moving from west to east, quarter value. On scope."

Snake Eyes adjusted a few minute settings on the X-45.

"On target," the sluissi hissed.

"Fire."

Sol cursed under his breath. He saw the las bolt impact mountain foliage to the flank of where he'd spotted a Sith muzzle flash.

"Adjust east three yards."

He could feel the trooper shift next to him, "On target."

"Fire."

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OPERATION WAMPA

Spoiler

OPA REBELS
STANDING ORDERS:

• Partisan Rebels
  • Engaging platoon A-63, squads 37-64 and WQ-08.
  • Moderate casualties.
• Alliance Pathfinders
  • Engaging speeder bike squadrons O-Delta and Triple-Kilo with heavy weapon teams.
  • Targeting outer wall defenses for tactical insertion.
  • Light casualties.

OPA CRUISER WILD STALLION
STRIKE COMPLEMENT:

• 12 U-Wing Transports
  • Deploying to Orbit
  • Partisan Rebels
  • Alliance Pathfinders
• 5 U-Wing Gunships
  • Engaging 28th Armored Division
  • 1 Destroyed
• Starfighter Escort
  • 2 Squadrons Providing Air Cover
  • 2 Squadrons Escorting Transports
  • 2 Squadrons Held in Reserve
  • 4 Fighters Destroyed

JEDI CORVETTES

• THE REPERTOIRE (Den Velmor)
• JADE'S TRIUMPH (Above Outpost Zulu)

 

[Lord Venari]

Location: Den Velmor Main Police Station -> Den Velmor Castle
Allies: TSE, Vallaro Kindall , Leon Amun Haro Lergo
Enemies: SJO & its allies, Apostate forces
Unknown: Moira Connell

Den Velmor was a cacophony of terror-stricken screams and wanton destruction, the capital uttering its final death throes as plasma fire and proton missile bombardments consumed those sectors removed of the Empire's quarry. A hail of debris rained over the police station as the Surreptitious blew an oncoming bomber out of the sky. The rising flames of nearby buildings spilled raw heat into the street and yet the imperial war machine grinded on undeterred. Just outside the established perimeter, legionnaires silenced the last Antarian Ranger of the Silver's most recent assault.

The Surreptitious' occupants disembarked the vessel and joined Venari in the lot. They were as dark prophets preaching the gospel of the netherworld, what their sermons lacked in the force, they made up for in cunning, wit and overwhelming firepower. What a glorious day it would be.

“The AO’s a chitstorm.”
"It'll be under control soon enough."

"The Silver Jedi and their Antarian rabble have been harassing our forward operations. I have the colonel taking over in the station and establishing an adequate defense and fresh legionaries batting back their assaults," he gestured to the fallen rangers beyond the Imperial defensive line.

Imperial troops assembled anti-air placements within the occupied grounds and atop the police station meanwhile, captives were taken to the interior jail cells to await transport shuttles. Other defensive emplacements were built and legionaries took up defensive positions all around the complex surrounding the form police headquarters.

As Leon explained the point system of his game, Colonel Walder contacted the Sith lord, "My Lord, Silver forces have attempted to drop ion bombs on our armor. TIE Strike Fighters have held off the worst of the damage allowing our vehicular elements to establish further ground control but we have taken some losses. I'm ordering squadron's of SKs and interceptors to prowl for further bombardment efforts and am establishing anti-air emplacements in key regions."

"Very good Colonel. Contact the Reclaimer to replace lost armor and tell me, where is the fighting heaviest?" Venari asked.

"The conflict has poured over the entire city, my lord, but the greatest concentration seems to be around the Castle of Velmor. Our forces are locked in a stalemate with the Silver Jedi and their rangers. If we take the castle, we can establish a stronger anti-air presence relieving our fighters. Before their communications were taken out, it sounded as if the Silvers were converting it into an operations base," the colonel answered.

"Then I think it time we relieve the Silvers of all the hardships that come with ownership of such a castle," with that Venari lowered his comlink and turned to his assembled team.

"We're going to the Velmor Castle. Real estate that both we and the Silver want and I don't intend on letting them have it," the Sith Lord said marching down the street.

The moment Venari's boots passed the outer perimeter, a rocket blasted toward him from a nearby window. With the rise of an open palm the Sith caught the rocket in a telekinetic lock and launched it back to its source, blowing the attacker and several of his Antarian allies to bits. Several ranger squads descended from the surroundings buildings onto the streets. Legionaries charged to meet them, gunning down the first landing unit, but a second had already taken its place. Venari's sabers took to the air and began dicing his Silver enemies into charred chunks.

One of the larger fools charged the Sith, vibroblade in hand, "you're all going to pay for the families you destroyed, I swear-" with a swift slash Venari relieved the human of his head and continued his march to the castle. The legionnaires would prove more than a match for such rabble, and his team had somewhere to be.

 

[Haro Lergo]

Locations: Den Velmor Main Police Station -> Den Velmor Castle

Allies: TSE, Lord Venari Vallaro Kindall Leon Amun

Enemies: SJO & It's Allies

Haro stepped of The Surreptitious the sound of his gear clinking as he walked down the ramp behind his compatriots, the Tie squadrons that he had heard Vallaro call in flew overhead combating the enemy ships and bombing what Haro could assume were enemy troops far off in the distance.

He gave the area a look over before joining Venari’s advance throwing his poncho over his shoulder as his sith employer threw a rocket back towards the building it originated, he took a deep breath the calming sensation he was so used to enveloping him as he drew his revolver with speed a normal soldier wouldn’t be able to come close to matching, he blasted off the five shots from his revolver putting five matching giant holes where five of the ranger’s hearts should have been.

Immediately spinning his revolver around his finger ejecting the spent cartridges before reloading five new ones snapping the cylinder shut. Snapping around three hundred and sixty degrees Haro continues to eliminate the rangers as he follows Venari down the road.

 

[Vallaro Kindall]

C:\Mission\Location(s):"Police station -> Velmor Castle"
C:\Mission\Objective(s):"Abduct force-sensitive children for the Sith"
C:\Mission\Target(s): Caedyn Arenais | Reggie Faayare | Ura Iolar | Jessica Med-Beq
C:\Mission\Allies: Lord Venari | Leon Amun | Haro Lergo

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Vallaro followed the march forwards as legionnaires cleared a path to Velmor Castle. Blaster fire and explosions could be heard throughout the region, the occasional scream pierced the air as yet another child was captured by Sith troops. None of this registered to the hunter He was far too absorbed in the moment as he commanded Venari’s troops. It was a pleasant feeling to make the Sith Lord’s legions do the dirty work for a change. Doubly so knowing that they were tasked with keeping him and his crew alive despite their not so private opinions of him.

“What’s our status?” He shouted over to one of the legionnaires.

“We’re about halfway to our destination. We’re encountering more resistance as we approach but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

“Got it. Make sure to send word back to the police station to keep my ship fueled. The jammer needs to stay active.”

“Understood,” The trooper said, hailing the station to keep them abreast of the situation.


Their pace grew faster as they approached the castle. He could feel the energy in the air and breathed in the chaos, this is where the real fun would begin. Unclipping the SMG from his rig Vallaro ran a quick check over the weapon. “Mix of armored and unarmored targets. Potential for Jedi commanders and their troops. Yeah, It’s a good time for these bad boys.” He loaded a magazine of acid-filled rounds into the receiver. Smiling as remembered Trifaraleen gas’s effects on the body. It was a round he saved for special occasions, expensive but worth every credit in terms of effectiveness.

“We’re almost at the castle now. Once we arrive for a perimeter. We’ll deal with anyone inside. you lot just try not to die while we do.”

 

[Leon Amun]

C:\Mission\Objective(s): "Take the Castle"
C:\Mission\Allies: Lord Venari | Vallaro Kindall | Haro Lergo
C:\Mission\Enemies: SJO
C:\Mission\Equipment: In Bio

The loud clang of Beskar on Duracrete echoed throughout the city as the Mandalorian made his way down the street. He had long since abandoned his position in the rear to take up the vanguard. There was nothing more that Leon wanted at this point than some action.

His wish was granted in the form of a blaster shot splashing across his shields. It didn't take long for The Murderhawke to identify the snipers before completely annihilating them with a quick, sustained burst from Olga. After the first snipers nest was eliminated it became a game to Leon. He would get hit, locate the target, eliminate the threat and move on. While it did take a heavy toll on the armored monster's shield system he was more than glad to take the brunt of the hits. After all they would need all the troops they had to take the castle.

With the castle finally in sight, the began to encounter heavier resistence. Leon fell back to his friends so his shields could recharge and he could swap our Olga's power cell. "The Murderhawke has taken an early lead" He joked as he tossed aside the spent energy cell "But here is where the real show begins"

As much as it pained The Murderhawke to not join in with the chaos in front of him, Leon knew they had more important plans than just 'Take the enemy head on'. In a few brisk steps the giant was at Vallaro's side "What's the plan?" He asked his fellow bounty hunter, he would have asked the sith lord himself but he had his troops to command. Besides, the Mandalorian had begun to see the trio of hunters as an impromptu special forces unit with the gloomy eyed epicanthix as their tactician.

"We need to take out as much resistance as we can before the Jedi figure out a way to get reinforcements without their comms" Leon shouted over the explosions of a bombers payload. "If we can secure the castle before their reinforcements arrive it'll be a total slaughter"

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Den Velmor
Allies: SJ Ura Iolar Caedyn Arenais Reggie Faayare
Enemies: Sith Lord Venari Leon Amun Haro Lergo Vallaro Kindall

"We know where the jamming is most intense, and it comes from an orbital source. There's only one method left to us: scanning for magnetic signatures: the sort of jammer we're dealing with usually leaves a distinctive magnetic signature"

"Then the enemy will realize that some of the other naval units are just slower than everyone else"

Just because communications were jammed didn't mean the Silvers in other areas wouldn't know about the jamming, nor about where it comes from: sometimes communications jamming were just as big a red flag, or losing contact with other units to enemy fire. The one problem was just not knowing how many reinforcements were required, but that didn't deter the defenders of the Castle, now that the heavy equipment has landed. As one of the attack craft took fire, with ion bombs still remaining, that attack craft went crashing onto the police headquarters' roof as the enemy started to deploy anti-aircraft emplacements on the rooftop of the police HQ. However, enemy fighters would find that whatever escort aircraft were there had the same chassis as the bombers, as well as movement capabilities, so they were, in fact, having their lives much harder with some of those "bombers" taking potshots at enemy fighters with anti-aircraft support. In addition, the Silvers' own anti-aircraft batteries began firing as soon as they made landfall, the area becoming target-rich enough to allow some weapons tight in use. Plus anti-aircraft carried, unlike most projectile-based units, high-explosive concussion missiles to shoot down enemy aircraft. Yet, even a mobility kill can often prove fatal for aircraft.

Meanwhile, both at the castle and elsewhere in the city, mortars of all sizes (the most common ones being 60mm, 120mm and 220mm), proton rocket launchers, fired ion rounds at the enemy elements making their advance towards the castle, supported by heavy suppressive fire, turbolasers and other emplacements not used against aircraft. Especially since the initial wave of bombing forced the enemy to divert the surviving heavier units away from the main convoy, and onward to the castle, feeling the opportunity to capture the castle was a better use than protecting a convoy of children. But it was then that lighter elements came in to harass the convoy from range, picking off what guards were remaining and it was a very skeletal enemy force because the rest was forced into an assault on the castle. Even as they closed in on the castle, one of those massive 220mm mortars ended up firing a smoke round that, upon detonation as an airburst a few meters above the center of the enemy column closing in, emitted a thick cloud of black smoke that would signal where the main enemy column was. The enemy will then be met by heavy suppressive fire, and other defensive emplacements around the castle, such as heavy laser cannons, proton rocket-sized ion rockets, mortars (the latter two actually coming from several directions), and tanks attacking both the enemy vehicles, armored and unarmored, and the anti-aircraft (whichever was most practical to fire at depended on their position) from a variety of angles. Of course, the Silvers would expect some losses spread out all over the city.

"Might be somewhat weaker than usual, and it's a target that wouldn't register on a different kind of sensor, but still consistent with a broad-spectrum jammer" the sensor technician referred to some sort of stealth EWAR ship deployed in the vicinity.

"Fire!"

It took a while to reconfigure a concussion missile to follow a specific magnetic signature, but once the missiles were fired at what was believed to be an EWAR ship, in a sequence ( Vallaro Kindall ) she knew the enemy wouldn't repeat the mistakes of Tartarus. For now, however, the battle was far from over, and there would still be ion bombs being dropped as the enemy columns advanced towards the castle, and explosive rounds would be kept for later stages, once the areas with the targets were confirmed to be clear of civilians. But until then... ion rounds were to be fired because then systems could be disabled without necessarily causing outright destruction, most importantly mobility and firepower kills.

 

[Moira Connell]

Allies: whoever doest mant to abduct her

Enemies:Whoever wants to abduct her

Goal: Stick to the plan​

The city went from bad to worse as Moira crept closer to the actual battle. Bodies from both sides were in equal measure, as neither side had time to collect their dead yet. The worst part were the civilians that were killed. Some were killed in a line indicating a mass execution, but some were just cut down in front of what could've been their front door. She avoided looking directly at them, only seeing them through her precognition, but as the time ticked away it was getting harder for her to use it. She was nearing her limit, but she had to keep going. She wasn’t going to end up a casualty of a war she had no stake in.

A spray of blaster fire in her direction gave her the jump she needed to keep going. She wasn’t sure if they were aiming at her or they were stray shots but she didn’t think it mattered all too much. She scampered to the other side of the rooftop, trying to break line of sight and find cover. For a moment she lay in cover, waiting to hear any follow up shots or orders bark. Silence, well, mostly silent. There was what sounded like a struggle on the street beneath her. Moira took a peek over the edge, it was a couple Sith soldiers attempting to steal a kid. She looked on in as the girl below, who looked no older than herself, put up a fight against the soldiers. The Rogue scanned the surrounding area, surely someone would come and save her right? She gathered what she had left and looked forward enough to know better. As she looked down at the struggle two stories down she could only see one possible outcome.

Later she would question why she didn’t just shoot them from up on the rooftop, she didn’t NEED to jump off, but here she was, falling down to the troops. She’d have one shot at this, it would have to work, she didn’t have the option of failure. She pulled her Stormburst and fired it at the soldier raising his gun to the child. She pulled the trigger and the slug fired and made its way into the soldiers head, he dropped. She then landed on the second soldier. Moira thought that her meager weight wouldn’t collapse the man the way it did, but the climbing ax in his head helped the effort.

She landed harder than she thought she would, they make it look so easy in the holo-vids. Her body hurt all over, as she willed herself to stand up. Normally she’d use her saber for this, but she figured that the Sith would react more aggressively if they knew she was Force sensitive. She looked over to the girl and gave a weak smile. She looked stunned, almost as if she didn't expect her angel to have blue hair and fall from the sky.

“Hey.”

Goal: Stick to the plan
New plan: Help this girl?​

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

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• Location: Den Velmor
• Objective: Defend the Empire from SJO Forces | Round up any and all escapees | Destroy Tavlar
• Allies: TSE | Cognus Legion - 8th Battalion - Three-Hundred-Eighty Infantrymen
• Enemies: SJO | Irveric Tavlar (Coordinated)
• Personal Vessel in Orbit: Guardian Phalanx (Ferrata-class Planetary Assault Carrier)

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The former Lord General had him beat. That was certain. For so long, for so many centuries had the Devil Lion relied on his prowess with the Force that suddenly and violently being taken away from it forced him into a weakness he had not felt since...since a time he could not remember, yet knew he had suffered through. The man before him hit hard, each strike hitting its mark, forcing him onto the defensive, forcing him back and back and back until he stood over a downward slope towards the border of the city. He had been shunted into the role of a mortal man. Of a weakling.

He knew he was stronger for it ate at him inside, clawing through his tissue and muscle, threatening to break out of his skin like an insect from an egg. He thought on this, felt this, craved this as he watched the traitor's blade come crashing down towards his armored skull like a missile from orbit. He could not dodge it. Or rather, he would not dodge it. He felt stoved up, stifled, trapped. Perhaps the blade would offer a different type of medicine for this ailment. He imagined the relief he would feel when his powers inevitably came back to him.

It would be the greatest feeling, like the touch of a lover in the moonlight or a delicious dessert after a tasty dinner. He smiled to himself at the idea of a tasty dinner. How long had it been since he even needed to consume food? He was smoke. Essence taking the shape of something akin to a feline and inhabiting a series of proxies, of lies designed to house his power yet failing to offer substantial success.

The blade hit his skull with thunderous impact, not cutting through the metal or flesh but knocking him unconscious whilst standing. This had never happened to him. He had been injured, stabbed, and had suffered proxy deaths before. But to be so weakened that he fell unconscious? Never had he been so low. Thus it was only fitting, he would reflect later, that he would suffer more in the form of a flash, two seconds at the most, that came into his vision. It was horrifying [seizure warning], he decided. A pyramid of smoke in the distance, grotesque voices in his cortex, images of disgusting sights in his retinas. He could not escape it and those two seconds felt like five hours. He came to just as Tavlar hit his next two hits and the Devil Lion was sent tumbling down the slope, coming to a hard stop on his back.

Here lay the Pyramid of Scientific Advancement. A Dark Councilor. Rendered useless, his powers infertile, his mind dissolving into mush and soup. How could he stand against any man now when this former Lord General that he was, without question, insurmountably more powerful than had just defeated him with little issue at all? His vision darkened and the Devil Lion felt locked in the Proxy Prime. He could not transfer. He could not move. He was locked in a fleshy cage. Forced to suffer the same vision over and over and over again. He lay there, in the ash and blood and gore as an infant. Helpless.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Allies: TSE and any friends
Enemies: SJO and any friends
Location: Den Velmor
Tag: Beltran Rarr K Kaine Australis

On Kintan Lirka had established she enjoyed to throw rocks at people, and it seemed this would be no different. As the monster smashed and bashed her way through duracrete, she grabbed a large chunk of the stone as she burst out in that thunderous display of dust and pebbles. Whipping it at the nearest Jedi-loving dog she saw, the trick had worked fine before: nothing quite like watching a fool's helmet shatter to start off a duel.

Her blade burned as bright as ever, shining like a beacon through the storm of duracrete dust she had thrown out into the city block after making her less than graceful entrance into the fight. She heard the grenade activate before it hit the ground, her grin wide and overjoyed under her helmet: a massive metal boot launched out and blasted the thing into the air: the shrapnel pinging against her armor like some exotic alien instrument.

"A shame, you did not see the reason in my request."

LIrka cackled afterwards, maybe she wasn't quite as serious as it initially seemed, They had this dance before, and Lirka knew somewhere inside they could have it many more times to come. Though, the glowing eyes of the helm fell onto the Mandalorian. And her grin evaporated immediately.

"Australis. The Records spoke of you...how amusing that you are so willing to show your face again after heralding your people to annihilation. I have taken great pleasure in finally ending you traitorous savages, and I think I will enjoy ending their failed savior even more."

The blaster bolts burned into the duranium just as she finished even more talking. As big of a loud mouth as ever, even in this semi-sentient state it seemed that Lirka never really had learned to just shut up and fight. All this mocking and bravado, before she became a burst of speed and a whirling blade of course. The drugs pumping in her veins pushing her far beyond what would normally be possible.

She went after the squad first, trying to remove as many distractions between her and her quarries as possible. The blade twirling and slashing through the air, there was no time to waste: she aimed for anything, limbs, weapons, jump packs. She wanted them dead, or out of commission, as quick as she could possibly muster. It was never a particularly exciting show when it was a dogpile, she had learned that the hard way.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Velmor
Objective: Entertain guests
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Wyatt Morga (those guards were two days from retirement!) Allyson Locke (but my security!)

Equipment: In signature

She felt him...

The Jedi had come to her research facility, likely drawn by stories of depraved experiments being undertaken. In her defense, she wasn't even mutating anything here. Just a few dissections of prisoners and criminals of the native species, harmless experiments really. But her reputation preceded her regardless all the same.

Allyson would find the security system rather easy to slice into, the security forces making sure to escort the scientists to their transports as the facility was evacuated. It had been a temporary field lab, not something like the Cradle of Secrets on Valrar or her corporate headquarters on Erilnar, so she could have the run of the cameras for all Taeli would know.

She simply waited in the central lab, give herself plenty of space to move and relatively clear space. Sitting on the examination table, lightsaber next to her in hand but unlit, she focused on the approaching light presence in the Force. Security, the man that had died, had identified him as Wyatt Morga, one of the Sith's primary targets even in the backdrop of the strife on the home front brewing slowly. Eyes closed, she would feel it when he reached the door and she would be...

Cordial.

"Master Morga, it would be remiss of me to not welcome you," she said quietly. "I would say this meeting has been a long time coming, wouldn't you?"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Den Velmor
Objective: 1
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Dax Perl Shira Varanin
The carnage waging all around, Kyrel said nothing to the cybernetic looking foe before him. She wielded a saber staff, and he wielded Vader's Bane. A lightsaber that has struck down many Jedi, and all it craved was more blood, having been made from crystals imbued with the aura of Vader, his hatred was the strength of Kyrel. The Master of Ren would not fall nor bow to anyone that stood in his way. The troopers slightly stepping back from Kyrel as the woman started to advance before him. Kyrel did not move, except to only move his saber to a more defensive angle. The woman meeting him head-on with her saberstaff. Blue and Red blades clashed, sparks flying from the encounter.

She proceeded in a manner of attack that aimed to kill him quickly, Gritting his teeth, as he dug his boots into the ground. The very ash-covered dirt shifting as he engaged in a blade lock with his foe. Attempting to parry most of them, only missing the mark when a couple hit his arm, and one close to his head. The result were sparks everywhere. The armor was resilient against the likes of a lightsaber. The Raiment of the Vigilant was made in a style that resembled close to the likes of Sith Design. Made for the brute warriors that fought one on one in the thick of battle against those that wield the light. Ren had quickly retaliated, with a grunt he started to close the gap between the two. This time moving in his own sequence of attacks. Kyrel's fighting style was one he self-taught since being a Vader like monstrosity himself.

His style was all about dominating an enemy with strength and brute force. A personalized version of Form V. Learning from old distorted holograms of Vader during his early conquests, and the likes of Kylo Ren before Kyrel himself. He soon began to attempt to turn the tide upon his opponent. Thanks to the increased strength of his armor. He did not seek to move swiftly, but to use his force to his advantage. Raising his blade up, as if a powerful club started to bash into the woman's saberstaff with Vader's Bane. The increased adrenaline and the power of the dark side running through his veins. Moving slowly he started to bash into her again, and again, and again.

With one sequence he attempted to drive her break creating some room for himself, and in that sequence had also attempted to kick her stomach, as if to create as much room between himself and her as possible. Looking beyond her, he felt someone enter his close proximity. A small smirk came to his lips. It was a man with whom he had felt... He had felt more often than not. Especially in his conquests under the might of the First Order. Fyre was here at long last he would meet his blade. One more good death for the glory of the shadow, for the glory of the Ren.

 

[Shira Varanin]

So far as Shira perceived the situation, Kyrel Ren faced several major challenges.

Number one was to trusting in his enhanced strength when his ponderous armour slowed him significantly. At Shira's size, she'd faced her share of big brutes. She knew how to move in and out, stay agile, parry instead of blocking head-on. He couldn't gain the ground he wanted - not permanently.

Number two, vastly more serious: trusting cortosis armour against a saber specifically designed for cortosis immunity. The armourweave and duraplast kept her strikes from just plain cutting him apart, but the primary cortosis-shield plating provided exactly zero protection against her lightstaff. Right now he'd be hurting.

Number three, the cortosis on her gear - the lightstaff's long hilt - could deactivate his saber just fine. And she used it to block.

When he lashed out with a strong but slow kick, she blunted it by smashing her staff's handle down crossways. The force of it sent her reeling back anyway, sprawling even.

Dax Perl was nearby. Maybe he'd hop in, honour be damned, and break the deadlock.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: Velmor, Science Facility
Allies: Allyson Locke
Enemies: Taeli Raaf

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As the door opened, Wyatt would see what was before him - but there was no emotion on his face. A cold apathy awaited her as he took the few steps into the room - just as two blaster bolts followed behind, only to narrowly be launched back at their shooters out of sight. The door closed, and Wyatt exhaled something slow before meeting the gaze of Taeli -​

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“From a certain point of view.”, he offered - as though giving her any amount of validation would only encourage her. His brow furrowed for a moment, and his lightsaber stayed lit next to him.​

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Just as Taeli knew Wyatt had to die, Wyatt had to bring Taeli to justice - to be brought before a Jedi Tribunal and pay for her crimes; for destroying the Jedi Order as it once stood. His jaw clenched before he allowed his ‘zen’ to find itself, but the grip on his lightsaber grew white-knuckled.​

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“In the name of the Jedi Order - and the power vested in me by the Force; I declare a command for your arrest, Taeli Raaf, for crimes against The Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance.”, he said with his blade quietly posed at her, even at their distance.​

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“Surrender yourself, and you may yet live.”​

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Through the Force, silent and fleeting so as not to be picked up; Allyson would hear something simple.​

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“It’s Taeli. We have to bring her back alive.”​