Junkyard Rumble [Republic Remnant Dominion of Lydrax Hex]

[Azreth Vandic]

[member="Qyren Vessk"]

H2 and H3 gave Vandic support to walk out of the building, he had not noticed till they got there that he was bleeding from the head. Probably hit from a hard rock or piece of wall, but Azreth had worse in the pass. As the two soldiers continued to help him get back to report to the soldier, H1 came up to him looking very upset.

"You disobeyed my orders." He said. Squad leader did not look happy.

Azreth eyed him for a bit, before looking over at Vessk. The armor he wore was defiantly top notch, reminded him of the 501st. Then he paused for a moment, that was a 501st member. He nodded at Vessk before turning to look back at H1 squad leader who was now up in his face yelling about treason, and something else. All Azreth heard really was 'Worthless Scumbag Mercenary'.

Swiftly, the merc's first slammed into H1's face, putting him on his back instantly has the other two lost their grip on him. Azreth fell on top of H1, and grabbed his the collar of his uniform.

"You were going to kill that hostage! You gave direct orders to kill a civilian! How about you shut your mouth before I report you to the brass!"

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​After refitting and licking their wounds, Qyren and his platoon moved to gather in the street below.

​When Vessk came down to the street, he pressed a hand to his comm device. "Command, this is Lieutenant Vessk, we need to evacuate a civilian. Send a gunship for evacuation." There was a moment of silence before his comm was received and returned. Lieutenant Vessk, this is Command, that is a negative on the extraction. You need to clear out the nearby block, we're hearing reports of enemy explosive projectiles.

​Karking Brass. They sent them down here knowing they wouldn't get any support.

​"Roger, Command." Taking his hand off the comm he looked up to see Azreth slam his fist into the face of one of his own men. As Azreth yelled out, Vessk produced his blaster pistol, firing it in the air three times.

​"That's enough." He looked to the men before him. "We are in a HOSTILE area. You fight here, we all die. Now, who is in charge?" He asked, sliding his blaster pistol back into it's place on his waist.

[member="Azreth Vandic "]

 

[Azreth Vandic]

Going for another punch to the face, Azreth stopped after the first shot, and looked over at the 501st Lieutenant. With all respect, the soldier was right. He got off the man, and sat up wincing in pain. The hurt ankle wasn't going to get him far without some kind of pain medicine, or booze.

"He is." Azreth pointed at H1 who was now spitting out teeth and blood.

The merc was infuriated by the mere idea of ordering troops to fire on citizens just to get a job done. Considering the fact that they are were here to help the people of Lydrax, H1's order was a war crime.

"But he is now under arrest for ordering an attack on a hostage." Azreth spoke, looking back at the soldier.

H2 chimed in, "He did order, Lieutenant [member="Qyren Vessk"] , for me to throw a grenade into the turret placement after Private Vandic had just told us to hold our fire."

Attempting to get up, Azreth gritted his teeth while speaking, "So that makes you in charge, Vessk."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​The first thing Vessk took notice of, was how Azreth moved when he got off the man he had been assaulting. Turning to the members of his squad, he opened his palm. "Pull security, Medic." He ordered. The members of the 501st began to place themselves strategically on the street, so that if they came under attack they would be able to better defend the area. One of the soldiers, who had a Blue cross on his shoulder, approached the Lieutenant. "Sir?"

​The Lieutenant gave a passive gesture to Azreth's leg, causing the medic to move towards the man to take care of the injury.

​Azreth pointed down to the soldier on the ground, causing Vessk to glance down at the man. He was a sorry excuse for a leader, and an even sorrier excuse for a soldier. Making his way over to the squad's leader, Vessk looked to H2 as he backed the story Vandic told him. Staring down at H1, Vessk looked to two of his men that were taking position behind an overturned car. "Skipper, Yorn. Detain him." He gestured to the man on the ground, looking to Vandic. "I don't have time for war crimes. The name is Lieutenant, or sir. Merc or no merc, you're under my command now."

​Vessk looked to the men that was with Vandic and he nodded for a moment. "Get that leg taken care of and get ready to move out."

[member="Azreth Vandic "]

 

[Azreth Vandic]

[member="Qyren Vessk"]

The merc was ashamed, he realized he was breaking rank, and getting back into his merc mind set, and quickly attempted to stand a salute.

"Sir, sorry sir!"

But this came to him falling back to the ground, and groaning in pain. A medic came over to him, and began to inject him with some good pain stems. Azreth took a minute, leaning back with a small sigh of relief. When he felt like he could get back up, and Azreth slung his rifle. He shook his head to get back into that soldier point of view. It was time to man up and shut up.

"Sir, what are our orders?" He asked as he stepped beside him.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

[SIZE=11pt]Azreth’s salute was met with a curt nod from the Lieutenant. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Doesn't this shiny know not to salute in the field? He mused, before turning away from the merc. Tapping the side of his helmet, a soft click could be heard as his Rangefinder fell over his visor. Amplifying his sight, he could see the faint projectile trails of rockets being fired into the skies. “We take out those rockets and we can use air support to sweep up.” He muttered to himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Turning back to his men, as well as the soldiers in tow with the mercenary, he called out to them. “We're going to take out the enemy anti-air. Listen up, since there could be more civilians we're keeping ordinance to a minimum. No grenades or detonators without my OK. Keep close, watch your sectors, and watch each others backs.” He ordered. Turning back to a building sitting at the corner of the street, Vessk called out. “We're moving out.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The soldiers of the 501st fell in line behind their commanding officer. Each man moving with a rehearsed sense of unity. Once the platoon had made it to the building, Vessk looked back up to the roof. “Squad One. Get ready to scale the wall. Squad Two, diversion on the street.” Vessk looked to the Mercenary, gesturing to the three of his soldiers preparing to move to the next street. “Go with my men. Keep your heads down and draw their fire. We’ll do the rest.” Slapping Azreth’s shoulder, Vessk turned to the building, fixing his rifle to the grappling configuration. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Azreth Vandic "][/SIZE]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The Building was nearly complete, the Supplies that was transported by his company were a huge help in the Construction Element. The waste facility used the chemicals in the air as well as other waste to generate power that would allow the near by factories to pump out other things that the Republic or the planet may need. He was unsure behind the science of it all, after all that was why he paid the Engineers the big money. He was just dealing with the larger picture at hand, power consumption, logistical problems, and job management in the early stages of the planets development. While the rest of the Republic and the troopers under his command where off fighting the good fight he stood outside the building that was to turn the planet into an Industrial Complex that would benefit the Republic.

One of the Troopers came running up to him and he continued to look over the plans, "Sir, I have reports that the Waste Management Plant is working at 52% Power Output, and the city itself is looking like it is improves."

Jaster was a little surprised by this, was the planet really working on that little amount of power. It seemed to be a regular problem in the Outer Rim that even a little amount of power and most problems can be solved. "Good work captain, lets get the power plant at 100% and move on to getting these factories up and running as well as on the side of the Republic," He was about to turn when he noticed the man was still standing there, "Get a move on Captain, we don't have the cycle to waist!"

The trooper took off and Jaster continued with the planning for the City.

 

[Lucindi Kinswi]

With wide eyes, Luce watched in awe as Cedric helped the men lying on the ground. She had never seen such effective healing abilities before. Not that she really got outside of her ship very often or put herself in situations to see such wounds, but still. Luce hadn’t expected to run into someone with such powerful Force abilities on this run down ruin of a planet. It took everything in her to pull her eyes away from his efforts. Luce felt awkward staring at him so intently. She wondered if one day she’d be able to do something like that with her own abilities. She doubted it; he’d probably been taught how to use the Force since he was a child. She had only been aware of the fact that she even had abilities like that for… Nine years now. That thought hit the happy-go-lucky spunk in her chest down a notch.​

Cedric’s voice pulled Luce back to the situation at hand and she groaned inwardly. She was more than willing to help, but she didn’t know how much aid she could render with so little visibility. But, Luce was never one to quit either, so she figured she’d at least give it a shot. If Cedric could still help others in his state, so could she. Her eyes swiveled around, taking in the area that she could see, as Cedric confronted the other individual who… Looked furry now. Luce opened her mouth to say something but decided it would be a more intelligent move to close her trap for once. She made a childish face behind her mask before turning back to the rubble.​

Luce noticed an arm poking out from under a slab of concrete. She didn’t know what she’d find under there, but it was the only person she could see to help at the moment. Hobbling her way over, Luce braced her feet out wide, steadying herself. She grabbed at one side of the slab, just above the unmoving arm. Focusing inwardly, Luce breathed in and out, slowly… And the hoisted the slab of concrete upwards and away from the body. She could feel the Force pulse within her, aiding her in something she wouldn’t normally be able to do. Under the concrete was a younger man with blood freely flowing from a shock of dark hair on top of his head. Luce gasped, her intake of air audible. With slightly trembling fingers, she placed them against the boy’s throat. There was a steady pulse, calming the turmoil inside of Luce’s chest. Doing what Cedric said, she ripped at his pant leg, gently wrapping the cloth around his bleeding head. She looked over her shoulder at Cedric, unable to do anything close to what he could. ”Just hold on, eh?” She murmured softly to the male, patting his arm gently.​

[member="Cedric Grayson"] . [member="Icarn Amonta"] . [member="R3-F3"]

 

[Aeth Deschart]

"Ma'am?"

Tylane looked up from what she was reading as she was interrupted by a lieutenant who looked somewhat nervous. He was tugging at the edges of his tunic and not making direct eye contact with her. Both habits were more than a little bit annoying to her.

"Stop tugging on your uniform and look me in the eye when you speak to me."

The Lieutenant straightened, gulped and looked at her.

"Good. Now what is it?"

"The senate has asked for your plans on planetary defense for the world of Lydrax."

"Not surprised. Tell them I'll send it as soon as I'm done with it. For now we will remain on station."

"Yes, ma'am."

The lieutenant turned and walked off, leaving her alone to her work again. She'd been reading about the local populace historically, which told her a couple of interesting facts. First, the people were exceptionally hard workers, meaning they would fight tooth and nail to defend their world if it was attacked. They were also resourceful, which meant that they could improvise in a combat situation. They would be good recruits for the navy. They'd also, most likely, prefer to man their own defensive ships, which meant that she was going to skeleton crew some vessels over to the world, and get a naval training facility running on the world so that crews for the ships could be trained. That was going to be her plan, so she needed to get in contact with the yards and find out what was finishing soon.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​As the second squad moved around to the street, Qyren and his own men aimed their grappling gear for the roof. A series of soft pops could be heard as their grappling hooks sprang from the barrels of their weapons. As each of the hooks were secured along the edge of the building, Qyren began to pull on the cable, testing it's strength.

​Tapping the cable assist, Qyren's feet would be planted against the building as he led the scale of the apartment building. Not halfway up the building the young Lieutenant could hear the sound of blaster fire coming from the street below. With the decoys moving in, Qyren and his men finally reached the top of the building. Grabbing onto the ledge, the men all waited on their officer's orders before moving over the ledge.

​Stabilizing himself, Qyren looked to his own men, holding up an open hand and waving it toward the roof. "Go!"

As the soldiers leaped over the side of the building, moving to engage the enemy, the sounds of blaster fire told Qyren one thing. It was going to be a long night.

 

[Lilla Syrin]

Post: 1

“You’re among the best pilots in the galaxy. You’ll have to be if you want to control this starship.”
― Admiral Ackbar

“Fifteen seconds out.”

Lilla had been on a routine mission. To scout for the location of pirates and report back to the command ship. Her Master had sanctioned the mission as there would be no contact.

The plan was a sound one. Lilla was able to learn to pilot the B-wing – using the skills she’d learned and also how to augment them with her Jedi abilities.

Plans were always good on flimsi. Sadly, they were never carried out in theory.

“No fighters, just that capital ship.” Some pirate’s contralto echoed over the squadron’s frequency.

Lilla had been scouting a moon when the cargo ship dropped out of hyperspace and the fighters appeared from nowhere. Clearly there was an ambush at play here – and it just happened to be occurring where Lilla was.

To run now would draw attention, so she tried to remain anonymous, using the moon and some asteroids as a hiding place from the main event, hoping the fight that was panning out in front of her would draw all of the attention. So she maintained radio silence and hoped to wait out the encounter.