Invasion Liberty's Gate | GA Invasion of BOTM Held Adrathorpe

[Dagon Kaze]

LIBERTY'S GATE
THE GREAT ERROR vol. II
Issue #11 w/ Jem Fossk Marlon Sularen

Command Bridge,
The Predator

He wanted to keep up the facade, remain expressionless against the former Despot of Byss' thoroughly detailed read of Dagon's 'rap sheet'. But the past two weeks had eroded the fence, sapped his strength and a grim frown veiled his face, marred with grave silence. Then, he was dragged beside Sularen for a better view of the battle on the viewport.

Fiery explosions flashed, illuminating across his face. Fighters tore at each other, crashed out of control into the hulls of floating behemoths. They, in turn, unleashed salvos of devastating turbolaser fire upon each fire, ripping apart whole decks. An echo of a thousand deaths screamed from the past, from the cursed Stygian Caldera where the young New Jedi had been baptized in fire. Somewhere there, he recognized the markings of Saber Squadron. He wondered if Zaka was still amongst the living or yet another casualty of this bloody war, another scream.

How could Sularen - a man once a leader among the Alliance's political echelon - see any beauty in the carnage that unfolded before his very eyes. Surely, it meant that the notorious Taskmaster Tu'teggacha had gotten his hands on the man's head. Twisting and turning until he was nothing more than a deranged thrall under Darth Solipsis 's will. Or was this all by his own volition? The Sacking had opened Dagon's eyes fully to the possibilities of evil at the highest level within the Alliance.

"Beyond sick..." he muttered, fists clenching inside the shock bindings, "... how long do you think this will last, Sularen?"

Frowning eyes turned up from the viewport to the tyrant, "... how long before Solipsis expends your use and gets rid of you?"​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Objective: Boarding the Predator​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Ship: Link!​

Tag: Iris Arani Halketh Marlon Sularen ​

Post: #2​

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Chaos.​

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As Dark whispers began to spread across the currents of the Force, the minds of pilots all around here were getting overwhelmed by the seeds of Halketh ' corruption. She watched several pilots crash into each other, while others destroyed themselves against the heavy shielding of the Maw's Star Destroyers. It was utter chaos, and these same dark tendrils were attempting to reach her mind as well. ​

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But unlike the pilots who had been targetted thus far, Valery was trained to shield herself against the influences of the Dark Side, and this is exactly what she did. With her armbands flaring up in the Force, and her innate connection drawing Force energy up towards the edge of her mind, she separated herself from the chaos around her.​

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There is no Chaos, there is Harmony.​

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But now that she had secured her own safety, her attention shifted to something she considered far more important - her Padawan. She could feel the girl's fear and while her colors were shifting drastically, she heard her voice and watched as an enemy fighter was closing in fast.​

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"Not on my watch."​

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With a sharp turn, Valery broke off to the right and pulled up the nose of her X-wing to allow Iris to pass her, which also brought her behind the attacker who had gained a lock on Iris. She then quickly leveled her ship, accelerated, and fired a salvo of heavy cannon fire to blow apart the Maw fighter before it could hope to destroy her Padawan.​

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"Focus Iris." Valery's voice then said calmly through their comlink. "You can't help them if you can't first protect yourself."​

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The black Stealth-X then flew past Iris again and began to guide the two through the debris and chaos of the ongoing battle. They were getting close to Marlon Sularen 's flagship, but she needed Iris to be calm first.​

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"Something is trying to affect our minds, so you must shield it. Remember our lessons - draw on the Force and guide it to the edge of your mind. Don't allow their colors to blend with yours; form a bubble."​

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At this point, the two had gotten through the debris field of the Star Destroyer that had been blown up by the B-wing squadron, but they weren't entirely in the clear yet. Fighters and bombers swarmed all around them, many of which were affected by Halketh 's influence.​

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"Only when you've broken through the Chaos, you can see clearly. Feel and see the emotions of the other pilots, and be their guiding hand. Let your strength carry over to them through the Force, and allow it to be a beacon, drawing them out of the darkness that is enveloping them."​

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: The Bunghole, Shield Generator
Allies: The Maw, the Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, Traden Avarice
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostle's Vestments​

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He sat, alone save the hum of the Shield Generators. Cross-legged on the floor.

He reached out with his mind, searching for the presence he felt. Things such as this could prove difficult. The Force was evident in the presence he'd felt but it also existed and was manipulated by many of those on the Capital Ship. Beyond merely sensing a presence and reaching out to locate it was something that took a bit more talent.

Fortunately Kol would not have to search for long.

The Presence Kol was searching for reached out to him through the force and made contact. The Dark Jedi Master, eyes shut and appearing to be in a meditative trance half smiled, the sentiment broadening across the corners of his mouth like a viper ready to strike.

"Not so foolish as to let another pick my battleground for me."

The words would materialize in the mind of Traden Avarice when Kol answered. The Jedi might not realize it at first but he may have put himself at a disadvantage by creating a link between the two of them, a conduit between which they could share before they ever met face to face. Kol however knew this connection well.

"Unlike yourself, Jedi."

He chided his opponent. Then he would blast him.

Using the connection they'd established, the mental link shared loosely Kol attacked. Mentalism came easy to the Dark Apostle, he could craft powerful illusions and cast visions into the minds of his foes. This often worked best when he was facing them however, undisturbed and sharing in a connection of the mind with another he was still capable of weaving potent manipulations of the force. In this case he used the conduit with Traden to reach out with a dirge of terror.

The Terror, an application of Fear was an attack on the Jedi. At the deepest parts of the mind. It would fill him with visions, horrible visions. Death, loss, failure. All of these things. Its effects were largely dependent on the individual and their strength of will. Kol also used it to probe opponents, observing how it affected them. Given time the Dark Jedi would let the dark side sap the will of his opponent if he could.

Outwardly Kol sat, unmoving. Inwardly the Dark Jedi's manipulation of the force had caused him to flare in the metaphysical sense.

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As for the Acolyte that Traden now faced off against. He was expected to die, his purpose to open a way for the Jedi. If he lived and defeated the Jedi however unlikely Kol would consider it a pleasant turn of events.​

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective: Steel and Bone
Location: Onboard the Momentous Triumph
Action: Finish some reports and prepare for the worst
Weapons: REC-EVS/01 "Sohei" - Pattern Electro-Vibrosword
Attire

The countless reports piling onto his data-slate nearly brought the young Du Couteau heir to tears. His situation had turned further into one of desperation after more of his sleep hours had been robbed on Coruscant. The only reason why he chosen to help with the logistics and future market planning of the Adrathorpe system was because he could escape upon the Momentous Triumph. A place to find peace from the Core, and sleep from the headaches. All in all it wasn’t the worst idea he had as of recent, the whole debacle of Jedha would rank near the top in that category.

This time I’m in one of the largest vessels of the GADF. Seto mused, his eyes drifting away from his data-slate and back to the hallway he was walking through. Alarms sounded quite suddenly and Seto continued to walk at his leisurely pace, the Brotherhood had appeared and of course they would defend their territory. It was all but certain that the Alliance would need to fight for every parsec of space they travelled, and Seto turned his attention back to his data-slate to work on a few reports. The Alliance’s war against the Maw would produce new records high of material and equipment costs, not because the war was larger than the one against the Sith, but the sheer mobilization being conducted across the entirety of Alliance space was the primary cause.

Several armed marines ran past the Senator, clearly the fighting outside began to grow in intensity, so the threat of boarding grew with every passing minute. And the increasing toll of recruiting and training new able-bodied soldiers to fight this war. Seto hardly needed his data-slate to run through the numbers of how much it cost to train a single soldier and equip them. The orders of the magnitude needed to fully comprehend the cost was staggering for anyone unfamiliar with galactic scale commerce and expenditure.

Even the nobles of Empress Teta would pause at the obscene sales tags on some of these shipments and begin to ask if “War” is really good for the economy. Seto often began to wonder that, if anything, war was terrible for the economy of the losing side no doubt. But what if the otherside cared little of the complexities and shifting tides of markets. More Marines and soldiers ran past Seto and it was here that the Senator stopped for a moment. This was a very large vessel, the chances of encountering any hostilities were slim, but even with mathematical assurances, Seto began to walk quickly back to his room to grab a few things.

Better find out more of the situation, just in case.
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Hostile Forces: || Keilara Kala'myr | Dimitri Voltura | Kyrel Ren ||
Allied Forces: || Osarla Ridor | Yenna | Allyson Locke ||

 

[CETCOM]

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L I B E R T Y's_G A T E

FINAL DAWN
ADRATHOPRE , EXPANSION REGION

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WRAITH SQUADRON - TASK FORCE LUMIYA
Commander | Commodore Sander Drommel
FDS Exactor [54|00] FDS Invader [35|00] FDS Huntress [27|02] FDS Pursuiter [83|15]

Commodore Drommel watched as the Autocanons unleashed their vengeful fury upon the 3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line annihilating one of the Larger Frigates of the Enemy Force in a few shots. Drommel smiled sadistically as the ANV Fermata was reduced to a floating hulk in space. This was the true might of the Final Dawn , and it was just the beginning. As soon as the Fermata was destroyed , the Autocannons immediately began to recharge while slowly reorienting themselves to lock onto the ANV Cadence , the Exactor’s Next Target. They had already demonstrated their power to the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet and now was time to cut the head of the snake and send that Fleet into disarray. However the enemy struck quickly with the Cadence and Rhapsody opening fire upon the Exactor with their turbolasers and missile launchers dealing considerable damage to the Warship as they scored numerous critical hits taking out a few turbolasers and causing major hull breaches to the Warship.

The Bridge shook from this Attack as the Exactor faced the vengeful fury of the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet. “Sir , we’ve taken considerable damage. Our Shields are down , we’ve lost half a dozen weapons emplacements and have numerous hull breaches.” an Officer said quickly informing his superior of the severity of the damage. Commodore Drommel however remained firm unlike some other members of the bridge crew who were genuinely beginning to fear for their lives. “I want all our Batteries to target the Enemy Flagship. Once we destroy that pathetic excuse for a Star Destroyer the rest of the Task Force will fall into disarray and will be swept over by our own forces.” Thus despite having suffered severe damage so far , the Exactor returned fire , unleashing every single weapon it had upon the ANV Cadence from Heavy Turbolasers to Missile Launchers with the intent to destroy the Enemy Flagship and leave the enemy Task Force leaderless which would enable the Final Dawn to overwhelm the remnants of the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet. Drommel had made it certain that he wouldn't go down without a fight and he would make sure the Galactic Alliance would understand that.

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WRAITH SQUADRON - CRIMSON LININGS
Commander : Captain Wilhelm Vonreg [Inside TIE/fdH]
Crimson Linings - Main Squadron 8/8 TIE/fd Interceptors 8/8 TIE/fdH Hunters 8/8 Chariot-II Missile Boats
Crimson Linings - Support Squadrons 17/24 TIE/fd Fighters 5/8 TIE/fd Interceptors

As Task Force Lumiya continued to engage with the 3rd Expeditionary with the Exactor returning fire on the ANV Cadence , the Sacheen’s re-aiming their Mass Drivers to lock onto the Nebulon-A Frigate (Which had begun executing evasive maneuvers to avoid getting hit by the Mass Drives) and Enemy Starfighters harassing the Two Ascendant-Class Pocket Star Destroyers , the Crimson Linings continued to zero on on the ongoing skirmish between the two Task Force soon arriving in proximity of the Exactor with Captain Vonreg soon sending a message to Commodore Drommel. “FDS Exactor , this is Captain Whilem Vonreg of the Crimson Linings. We have arrived to reinforce you.” Soon enough the Crimson Linings arrived at the starboard side of the Exactor flying over the Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer and headed straight towards the FDS Huntress which was under attack from an enemy Starfighter Squadron.

With the TIE Interceptors in the lead , the Crimson Linings unleashed hell upon the Attacking Starfighter Squadron firing a barrage of Missiles and Laser Cannon Fire upon the Squadron which soon found itself pinned down by the Point-Defense Weaponry of the FDS Huntress and the attacking Crimson Linings. Having taken heavy casualties , the remaining Fighters tried to withdraw only another Squadron of TIEs to emerge right in front of them annihilating the Starfighter Squadron and join with the Crimson Linings , these were the reinforcements Sularen had sent to support the Crimson Linings. Having dealt with the attacking Starfighters , the Crimson Linings and Accompanying TIE Squadrons immediately moved to attack the Sacheen Frigates splitting in two groups to target each Sacheen Frigate individually.

Executing an A-Wing Slash on both Ships , the TIE Fighters and TIE Interceptors took the lead rapidly advancing towards the Frigates as if they were going to attack them. As expected enemy Starfighters moved to intercept with the TIEs pulling off at the last second with most of the Starifighters following suit , however this was all part of the Plan. As soon as the TIEs pulled off their fake attack , the TIE Hunters and Chariot-II Missile Boats emerged with largely uncontested opening towards both Ships executing a Nova Flare upon them as they fired their Composite Beam Lasers and Missiles (For the TIE Hunters and Chariot-IIs respectively) at a single area of both ships with the intent to outright destroy both Sacheen Frigates by quickly overwhelming their Shields and annihilating them with an overwhelming barrage of Assault Concussion Missiles and Concentrated Composite Beam Lasers. The Crimson Linings had arrived and the pilots of the ferocious starfighter squadrons only had one thing in mind : Destroying as many Alliance Warships and Starfighters as possible. Soon their name would be feared across the Alliance and not even Revenant Squadron would dare to challenge them.

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Spoiler

• The Exactor loses it's Shields & takes considerable damage to it’s Hull before retaliating by firing every single weapon they have on the ANV Cadence
• The FDS Invader and FDS Huntress are attacked by Enemy Starfighters and deal some damage to their Shields (For the latter) and Hulls (For the Former) after two attack runs although the timely arrival of the Crimson Linings and 3 Other Squadrons wipes out most of the attacking Starfighters safeguarding both Pocket Star Destroyers
• The Crimson Linings and the 3 Accompanying TIE Squadrons execute a A-Wing Slash followed by a Nova Flare on the Sacheen Frigates with the intent to destroy both Ships in a single concentrated strike.
• The FDS Pursuiter executes evasive maneuvers to avoid getting hit by the Mass-Drivers should the Sacheen’s Open Fire.

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Tags [BotM/FD] | Tu'teggacha | Rebirth | Aldo Garrick | Xuan Vo | Electra-12 | Haon Hafey | Kenth Berik
Tags [GA] | Liedran Kathause | Cynthia Alucard | Elena Lowe | Cordé Sabo ​

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[Cynthia Alucard]

Lieutenant Cynthia "The Pixie" Alucard
Objective: Hard Six
Actions: Destroying advancing enemy starfighters engaging on Alliance B-Wings // Check up on Talon One Two

Spoiler: Equipment

UL-13 “Corporis” Skin Suit
REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol
R-wing Heavy Space Superiority Starfighter

Cyn’s finger pressed the trigger, her shots landed true and the explosion of debri that erupted into a fiery masterpiece gave her that missing sense of truth. With a quick confirmation that there wasn’t another hostile enemy engaging their rear, Cyn pulled out of her attack run to check up on the rest of the squadron. The situation around them had grown into a much larger melee as even more Maw starfighters engaged the relentless Alliance fighters. If that wasn’t screwing with our sensors enough as it was, these random appearances of large chunks of celestial debris just make it quite diabolical. Cyn muttered a curse as her sensors received another warning as a new chunk of space rock had emerged out of hyperspace near her fighter craft.

If she had been in a single cockpit, alone, the ex Imperial pilot would have strung along a series of curses that would be unbecoming of a professional Officer. It was rather fortunate her rear gunner couldn’t see her expression, perhaps he would have wondered if Cyn was a Maw Zealot herself with such a jagged smile and fiery eyes. New targets appeared on her HUD but before she returned back to the dog fight, Cyn noticed her missing fighter coverage.

“Talon One Two, this is Talon One One. Do you copy over?” Cyn comm’d the sudden disappeared pilot. Perhaps there was more interference with all the added debris of ruined steel and space rocks but certainly they were close enough to still find one another’s IFF tags.

A few moments of silence and a slightly annoyed Cyn tried again, “Talon One Two, this is Talon One One. What is your position over?”

Cyn’s concern grew as she realized that she might have lost a wing-mate going into the next dogfight. And finding someone now amidst all this chaos looks impossible. Not even her fist battle from retirement and she already lost someone in her squadron. Cyn wanted to swear into the empty void but needed to keep her Comm line open incase of a late response from Talon One Two.

“Looks like Talon One Two is MIA. We got a new group of enemy fighters we need to run interference for, we’ll have to play it solo it seems.” Cyn spoke to her rear gunner.

A silent moment passed before he responded, “-I’m certain they took evasive action when the new chunk of rock broke out of hyperspace.”

“I’ll hover for a bit more and wait for a response.” Cyn commented, she would rather just leave, staying in a single area made her feel like a sitting duck. But my Gunner isn’t as willing to just go ahead and leave and come back later to search. Cyn mused that more than likely Talon One Two met an untimely end, but the galaxy had more than often surprised her.
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Revenant Squadron: || Tren Chaar | Mylo Thorne | Kaul "Joker" Emos ||
Talon Squadron: || Elena Lowe ||
Saber Squadron: || Zaka ||
Enemies: || Electra-12 | Marlon Sularen | Rebirth | CETCOM ||

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Adrathorpe System, the Bunghole
Allies: Ignatius Rausgeber | Keilara Kala'myr
Foes: Syndulla Command

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel agrees to Kerri's plan and cuts his way into the Momentous Triumph
  • Entering secretly through a heat exchanger, they escape depressurization... for now
• The group of auxiliaries starts to head for the magazines / missile bays
• The Mongrel keeps Iggy and Kerri close as they begin their infiltration
• The Mongrel contacts Mercy, agreeing with her plan to secure additional explosives

It was easy to tell that Ignatius was, to put things mildly, less than sold on the plan... and equally easy to see that he hated The Mongrel, a simple fact that the warlord had observed before. It didn't matter, of course. Let "Iggy" resent his servitude to the Maw. Let him believe that he was better than the savage fanatics all around him. Let him thrash about in rage and despair if he so desired. It would not change the fact that, no matter what he was busily telling himself, he'd been a tremendous boon to his captors since falling into their hands.

If he hadn't been, they'd have killed him long ago.

Iggy remained silent as the shuttle closed in, stewing in his outrage over The Mongrel's interpretation of what he'd chosen to reveal of his family's story, but Kerri's prattle more than filled the quiet. The auxiliary's plan was sound; they would not be the first boarders on the Momentous Triumph, and no doubt the vessel's commander would already be trying to eject the intruders, probably by some combination of deploying marines and sealing off breached decks. Better to approach from an unexpected angle. The heat sink would do.

The warlord waited patiently as the Bunghole came in close, making its delicate maneuvers as it closed in toward its improvised entry point. Kerri's words didn't exactly inspire confidence, nor did his manner, but The Mongrel had learned by then that he could trust this particular auxiliary with far more than his outward appearance and demeanor might indicate. The Brotherhood was often underestimated for precisely this reason; the professional armies of the Great Powers assumed that the fierce marauders they faced were stupid and ignorant.

But such assumptions were a lethal mistake.

"Well done," The Mongrel boomed, seeing fit to show Kerri his favor as they successfully touched down. Though he couldn't yet know it, they'd definitely made the right choice of entry point, as Syndulla Command was actively purging entire sections of the Triumph of borders by opening the airlocks and depressurizing breached decks. Had the Mawites landed in the hangar, they would almost certainly have instantly become victims of this tactic. Instead, their stealthy approach had bought them a little time to spread out and wreak havoc.

The Mongrel walked among the warriors, watching them ready their weapons and chant their dark prayers. These were proper Mawite marauders, not reluctant slave-soldiers like Iggy, and their role was far different; theirs was not to reason why, theirs was but to do or die. They would do the work of boarding this ship and cutting down whatever defenders crossed the saboteurs' path... but that wasn't to say that Ignatius himself wouldn't also have a part to play. He had different skills, but they were valuable skills nonetheless.

"Come along, 'Iggy'," The Mongrel said, laying a durasteel hand on the man's shoulder. "Your tactical mind and technical expertise will be of use in achieving our sabotage." With that, the warlord led the way through the breached vent, drawing forth a gleaming warblade from a sheath built into his own back. He had always led from the front, and considered anything less a coward's tactic, but this tendency had taken on a new dimension now. He was ready to die in battle, eager for it. Let him fall somewhere beyond the Brotherhood's reach.

Let him fall in battle somewhere they couldn't bring him back.

Perhaps he could even go out with a bang. His most trusted agent was already en route to secure more explosives from the flagship's stores, a resource that would no doubt be useful in accomplishing their sabotage of the missile bays... and perhaps achieving explosive martyrdom. "Copy that, Mercy," The Mongrel replied, taking his first steps through the breach and into the metal warren of corridors and subsystems beyond. "We have entered the ship. Keep me updated of your progress. We'll need those explosives soon."

They had some with them, but he wanted a truly big boom.

Though he would lead from the front, commanding the charge and wielding the first blade to draw blood as soon as they encountered any resistance, The Mongrel was determined to keep Kerri and Iggy close by as well. This was ultimately their plan, or at least their execution of his vague "let's sabotage the Alliance flagship" idea that he'd dropped in their laps and told them to figure out. He would need them to actually see it done, guiding him and his band of warriors through... wherever they'd cut their way in and toward their goal.

It was dangerous to rely on the likes of Iggy, who would no doubt be glad to see The Mongrel dead... but the man had a well-developed survival instinct, and he wouldn't readily throw away his own life. If the warlord kept him at the front of the group along with him, showing him that the only way for him to live through this battle was to turn the full power of his clever mind to ensuring their success, his self-interest could be trusted to see them through. He'd hate every minute of it, of course, but The Mongrel was accustomed to hatred.

Burn a few dozen planets, and it just stops bothering you.

 

[Traden Avarice]

III: STEEL AND BONE
TEAM SKYWALKER
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Location: The Bunghole
Attire: Standard
Loadout: The Harbinger, Lightsaber
Primary Adversary: Rannan Kol
Additional Tags: Ignatius Rausgeber , The Mongrel
Ally Tags: Open


Their sabers met with a sharp strike as they engaged each other outside the hull of the Bunghole, Both of them placing greater pressure towards the other, forcing them to start to drift apart again. Traden quickly looped his foot through some exposed cabling to keep from drifting away, then reached out with his free hand to pull the Acolyte back towards him with the force. The Acolyte attempted to strike Traden again, met quickly with his own blade.

Suddenly, Traden's mind became aware of another unwanted intruder… however unlike the foe in front of him, this intruder was inside his own mind, prying itself in forcefully as a cold chill traveled down the masters spine.

Traden blinked, trying to process what was happening as he diverted much of his attention to the new battle within. He had never encountered the use of mentalism at this level, and it caught the master off guard as horrifying images began to flood his mind.

In the moment of distraction, the Acolyte seized the opportunity by slashing upwards across Traden's chest with ferocity. Traden, caught between two battles, tried to pull away in time, but failed as he felt severe pain travel through his body. Luckily, his beskar chest plate absorbed most of the strike, keeping it from being lethal. The Master quickly responded as the Acolyte's arms were outstretched from the strike by pulling his saber up and severing both of the Acolyte's hands clean off.

The red saber, with both hands still grasping onto it, drifted away into the void as the Acolyte's eyes widened in obvious unvoiced pain, pushing himself away from the master with a kick to Traden's chest. Traden's body bounced backwards off the hull, springing back up quickly due to the placement of his foot. He grasped at his chest, feeling the cauterized wound that was on his lower chest. Lucky it had not traveled too deep.

Traden focused back fully on the devastating visions that were filling his mind, trying to regain control of his own thoughts. It was like trying to fight a ghost.

Suddenly another red saber was descending upon the master. A second Acolyte had emerged from the hatch and was now engaging him in combat. He pulled his own blade up, crackling brilliantly against the enemy blade. At the same time, the first Acolyte came flying back in, elbowing Traden in the mouth.

Traden flinched from the assault as his Jedi breathing device was ripped out of his mouth and sent spiraling away from him. His eyes widened as he forced himself to hold his breath against the immense pressure of the void. He reached out and grabbed forcefully onto the air mask of the first Acolyte, ripping it off his face and holding it against his own, taking in a deep breath of fresh oxygen as it sealed against his skin. The Acolyte struggled without hands, trying to grab onto Traden's arm and pull the mask back to himself as Traden continued to spar with the second Acolyte.

And all of this conflict on the outside was almost overshadowed by the war within his own mind as Traden fought to keep his own sanity in tact against the unseen master.

Traden finally turned and kicked the handless Acolyte hard, sending him careening away. However, the other was able to reach out and grab onto his arm and, using a brace against the hatch door, swung him back around and towards the force master again.

Traden reached out with his free hand and grabbed onto the saber hand of the second Acolyte, keeping him from being able to use it to strike. As the handless one flew back towards Traden, he ripped upward across the mans body with his own saber, severing one arm clean off and causing a certainly fatal blow. The Acolyte, eyes wide, grasped desperately for the mask Traden had stolen from him, finally pulling it free and pushing it up against his own face with the cauterized stub of his arm as he took in his final breath before the life slowly left his eyes, his body slowly beginning to drift away from the master. Traden reached up, grabbing the mask from his dead face and shoved it back onto his own, taking in another deep breath of precious oxygen.

The remaining Acolyte struggled against Traden's grasp of his arm, using his free hand to try to pull the oxygen mask off once again. Traden grabbed his other arm finally and then twisted both his hands inward, causing both sabers to twist down and instantly sever the Acolyte's head clean off. The head stayed there for a moment, eyes wide, staring at the force master. Traden shoved the floating head out of his way as he let go of the body, pulling his own saber back to himself as the two Acolyte's bodies drifted further and further away from the hull, lifeless.

Traden deactivated his saber, placing it back onto his belt as he continued to hold the air mask against his face, breathing heavily and taking a moment to rest from the fight.

He looked over his shoulder and realized quickly that the ship was making its way to the Galactic Alliance's flagship, the Momentous Triumph. He needed to keep moving. He couldn't afford to rest for long.

The battle was still present in his mind, however he had found a way to focus in spite of the internal chaos being thrown at him. It had done its desired affect however, as the Jedi Master had grown weary. His mind was almost on repeat now, displaying the image of his shattered wife over and over, unable to fully divert the vision… merely suppress it.

Traden grabbed onto the air hatch door with effort, pulling his body down into the chamber and locking it behind him. As the chamber filled with fresh oxygen, Traden tossed the air mask away, his face expressing exhaustion and dullness.

He would begin to make his way into the Ship with the eventual goal of finding the dark force master… the source of his mental assault. He did not bother to attempt to communicate with him anymore. That had been an obvious mistake in the first place.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Adrathorpe System
Allies: Marlon Sularen | CETCOM | Haon Hafey | Aldo Garrick
Foes: Liedran Kathause | Constantine Oliva | Cruanless Orcash | Bashir | Zahara Myneto | Syndulla Command

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Tu'teggacha directs all guns to fire on the incoming emergence debris
• He attempts to use a concussion missile barrage to crack the asteroid down the middle
  • This would ideally deflect most of the fragments away from the Fatalis

Well, the Ebruchi certainly hadn't seen that coming.

At first, things seemed to have been going well. The Fatalis's gunners and sensor officers had reported a multitude of solid hits on the City of Ashes, seriously draining its shields and even slipping through to impact its hull on several occasions. Little plumes of debris, thrown out into the cold void in sudden bursts, served as evidence of explosive decompression - they'd managed to get a few breaches in, and that had been without firing their truly big guns. The enemy ship was bleeding speed, clearly warned off by the sudden barrage from the Brotherhood's greatest starfaring monster... or so it appeared.

Because a moment later, a huge chunk of debris was flying at the flagship.

"Evasive action" was simply not a concept that could ever apply to the Fatalis, save perhaps as the punchline to some grim joke. The hulking dreadnought had been built as part-mobile fortress and part-heavy weapons platform, bristling with armor and massive guns, and the price its engineers had paid for that was speed and maneuverability. Ships of its class in general simply couldn't twist out of the way of an incoming threat in time to dodge anything moving faster than a glacier, and the Fatalis was particularly slow and cumbersome for its class. So as a huge fragment of Csilla bore down on Tu'teggacha's vessel...

... there was absolutely no chance of getting out of that fragment's way.

"Redirect all weapons!" the Taskmaster howled, glassy black eyes bulging in panic. "Target that debris with everything! We must reduce its mass, or..." he trailed off, not really needing to explain what would happen if the debris hit them head-on. Blunt force starship trauma tended to be one of the Brotherhood's own iconic strategies, with many of their ships designed to ram enemy vessels, so everyone aboard knew exactly how much damage a simple kinetic impact could do... even to a heavily armored and shielded warship. All of the Fatalis's guns swung immediately into new firing positions and opened up at will.

If they were lucky, and focused their fire just right, they might actually crack this stellar rock down the middle. They'd still be pelted by bits of debris, some of them probably ripping into long stretches of only recently-repaired hull, but the bulk of the object's mass would deflect all around the wing-shaped Fatalis. This was one of the benefits of its wing-shaped design, after all; it had a relatively narrow profile from a head-on angle. If they were less lucky, this rock from the world they'd killed would still strike the dreadnought directly, but would be slowed and diminished enough that the ship could survive the impact.

Sensor data showed that the City of Ashes, damaged but evidently undiminished in the "fighting spirit" department, was coming in behind the massive rock, clearly preparing itself for a full attack run. But there was simply no time to worry about that, and no way the dreadnought could have hit the City even if they'd had guns available for it; the commander of that vessel had chosen his vector well, and the asteroid was like some ancient soldier's tower shield, fully protecting him on the charge. Tu'teggacha would simply have to deal with the Alliance ship's attack second, once the threat of the emergence debris had been ended.

"Launch a missile burst!" the Ebruchi commanded as the space boulder drew closer, becoming large and menacing in the bridge viewport. "Crack it at the center!" It was that or watch the rock shear off one of the Fatalis's wing-like flanks, and then they'd be dead in the midst of space, half-broken and with no chance to reach the withdrawal corridor. He had no intention of letting that happen. A steady line of concussion missile after concussion missile streaked out of the ship's batteries, aimed straight at the asteroid's center of mass. If their math was right, and their arsenal strong enough, it would crack right down the middle.

If not, they were in for a world of hurt... and then another when the City attacked.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

When Jax had said she would be expected to act like a Jedi...the teen had not expected to be thrown into war right away. When he told her he was leaving her in command of some marines...she was at a total loss. She had NOT been trained for this. On top of that, he was abandoning her.

He had faith in her, but she had none in herself. Gulping, she turned around to face the crew under her command now. What did she do? Wanting to just go and have a drink, she buckled down and at least tried to be brave. Why couldn't she be more like her mother or father...or even Jax. They had all faced greater challenges than this. Lifting her chin, she turned to look at the marines.

"So...what's the plan...?"

Jax Thio

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr (Mercy)
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw​

Objective III.: Steel and Bone | Sabotage the ship
Location: Aboard the Triumph
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Allies: The Mongrel | Ignatius Rausgeber | Open
Enemies: Seto Du Couteau | Syndulla Command | Open

[ Mitternacht ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

At such times, I really loved that the sound based messages and anything like that didn’t sound out loud, but only in my mind thanks to the biochip. Okay, I know the helmets can be adjusted so that no sound is heard from them, but still, setting that up or turning off the microphones and speakers might make you forget. So it’s great when I don’t have to deal with this and even my thoughts are enough to send messages to others. The point is, it makes my job a lot easier and I don’t have to pay much attention.

That’s why I was lucky that when I got the answer from Mongrel, only I heard it and no one else. It would have been very uncomfortable and embarrassing if the two guards had heard the warlord's voice. I would have lost the advantage of surprise. Which was still mine, as I was still in the benevolent embrace and hiding of the cloaking device. Without this, the situation would have been very unpleasant. It will be true even now that I will get closer and the door will open while no one is coming out of it. For safety’s sake, and because I wanted to cut the throats of the two guards, I took the daggers into my hands.

I walked closer to the door, which really opened as I approached it, but the enemy soldiers could see nothing and no one there. I could see the shock on their faces as the door to the empty room opened. Maybe because of the fights, but they made the mistake of looking inward at once, not calling for reinforcements, and eventually entering the room. I don’t think they were employed for their intelligence either, because it was such an amateurish mistake what they made. And it cost their lives.

The next thing they saw was the last thing they saw in their lives. For it was the edge of the two daggers as it appeared shortly before their throats. And the next moment, I cut both of them throats. I would have preferred to play with them a bit, but it wasn’t possible right now. Unfortunately. Time is of the essence. Going back to the previous message I received, the warlord arrived on the ship, so I didn’t have too much time left to get to the rendezvous point. However, I couldn’t let the two soldiers alive here, I had to deal with them too.

That’s why I pulled them further into the armoury so they wouldn’t see them right away if someone came here. Luckily, they didn’t have a full assault squadron or that kind of armour on them, but just an average piece. So even I could handle them, because as much as I was "lucky", Ziare had an incredibly weak physique. I can’t even imagine what would have happened to him if I hadn’t started training to be in better shape. I should find a solution to separate myself from her and get my own body. Maybe it can be solved.

Now, however, I didn’t have time to deal with that, so I had to continue what I started. But now I finished everything here, the bodies in place. I looked around quickly again and even took a dose of explosives and then rushed to the designated area. It would have been uncomfortable for me to arrive later, who was basically on board the ship.

<< I'll be at the rendezvous point in a minute and a half, warlord.>> I sent another quick message while running.

 

[Rowena]

Location: Gunnery Crew Station 10-A - Fatalis-Class Star Dreadnought
Weapon: XX-9 Heavy Turbolaser
Call Sign: Delta Nine
Objective: II - Will to Live
Equipment: DS-101 “Venture” Multipurpose Protective Attire │ Nano-Core Blaster Pistol
Allies: BotM ( Tu'teggacha Marlon Sularen CETCOM Haon Hafey Aldo Garrick )
Enemies: GA ( Liedran Kathause Cruanless Orcash Bashir Zahara Myneto Syndulla Command Constantine Oliva )

The Fatalis was an old dog.

The tiny Asa’nyx had marveled at the size of the vessel when she first saw it through a viewport on the shuttle that had taken her from Goshen War Camp to the hulking dreadnought. Inside, it felt even bigger, being so massive as to inspire conflicting emotions of invincibility, fear, and excitement. Invincibility, because surely nothing could challenge the imposing might of the Fatalis and emerge intact. And yet, fear, since there were things that had done exactly that and yet more, which was why the dreadnought’s hull was marked with so many scars, having spent long periods of time in dry dock to repair the damage inflicted on it over the course of many engagements. Then finally, excitement, because if she were to face the terrifying threats that were capable of wounding such a great beast, she hoped that she could be the gunner to claim the kill.

Before long, she found all three emotions satisfied.

"Redirect all weapons!" the Taskmaster howled, glassy black eyes bulging in panic. "Target that debris with everything! We must reduce its mass, or..."

“You heard the Taskmaster, slaves! Get those turbolasers on that asteroid!” The gargantuan Besalisk overseer barked, his beady eyes wide with trepidation as he took in the fast-moving stellar mass. It was possible that their heavy turbolasers might have trouble tracking the fast-moving asteroid, potentially making their fire an exercise in futility.

Nevertheless, Rowena did not hesitate, bringing the turbolaser under her control to bear as the technicians monitored the systems. Quickly calculating the asteroid trajectory via the targeting systems, Rowena lined up her crosshairs on the marks, a soft ping registering in her ears when a lock was established.

“Systems clear! Fire now, Rowena!” The voice of one of her technicians, a male Aqualish, called out, a mechanical timber coloring his tone due to his inability to speak basic with his natural vocal cords.

Then, without further delay, the gunner gave the incoming asteroid everything she had.

 

[Rebirth]

Location: Adrathorpe System
Allies: Electra-12
Foes: Tren Chaar | Elena Lowe | Mylo Thorne | Cynthia Alucard
Engaging: Zaka

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Knyghts spread out, waiting for Zaka to reappear

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The beauty of the "bomb cube" tactic was that it resembled nothing so much as an animal trap. Telemachus and his wingmate were the door slamming shut, while the rest of the squadron formed the walls of the cage. Only the cage was made of explosions, and flying into its "walls" was a quick way to end up extremely crispy. Few had ever escaped the tactic; between each Knyght's cybernetic integration into his ship's targeting and maneuvering systems and his Force-sensitivity, the members of the squadron could execute the maneuver with near perfect synchronization, reacting instantly to each enemy maneuver or environmental fluctuation.

But this was no ordinary pilot they were closing in on. That was why they'd picked him out as a target, after all.

The nature of the pilot became apparent once more when Telemachus felt his foe reaching out to the Force, pulling strength into himself to execute some - no doubt desperate - maneuver. At first it seemed that the Jedi would simply try to shoot his way out; opening up with some kind of armor-piercing cannon that blasted out at the figurative back wall of the trap - and the two Knyghts trying to cut him off directly in front of him. One of the Divine Eagles burst under that withering hail of fire, its cockpit shredded. No matter, Telemachus thought. The proton bombs had already been launched, and the cage would be intact. One loss was acceptable to kill this foe.

But then the souped-up X-Wing executed a maneuver that ought to have been impossible, pulling a U-turn so tight that it stayed within the explosive confines of the cage. Telemachus watched, dumbstruck and enraged, as his foe whipped around; he must have powerful inertial dampers, significant skill with the Force, or both to survive such a rapid and total change in direction. The Divine Eagles would have been torn apart in the attempt... if their maneuvering thrusters had been even remotely capable of executing it. And then, the final insult - a jolt of Force energy, and one of the bombs forming the cage lurched ever so slightly out of position.

The X-Wing flew through the blast, shields and even hull aglow with energy... and vanished.

It hadn't been destroyed. That much Telemachus could say for certain. Though the fighter had vanished from his sensors and visual scanning, he could still feel the pilot's presence in the Force. It was astounding that a ship so small could have a cloaking device... but then, the Alliance had proven before that it had access to truly impressive technological advances, and if anyone would be able to take advantage of them, it would be their most elite warriors. "Spread out," Telemachus barked. "He's still here. Don't let him pounce on more than one of us at once!" The Knyght was certain that the Jedi wasn't abandoning the fight, stealth or no.

He was waiting for his moment. Sacrior Squadron spread out, covering each other, waiting for the next move.

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[Mylo Thorne]

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//SPACE OVER ADRATHORPE, ADRATHORPE SECTOR//
//MISSION: ENGAGE TIE HUNTERS//
//CALLSIGN: REVENANT ELEVEN//
//EQUIPMENT: REC-A101 A-WING INTERCEPTOR//
//REVENANT SQUADRON: Tren Chaar Leon Gallo Kaul "Joker" Emos //
//OTHER ALLIES: Cordé Sabo Elena Lowe Cynthia Alucard //
//ENEMIES: Electra-12 Rebirth Marlon Sularen //

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“Three Flight, split ‘em up,” he ordered to the four A-wings.

The blast took out the X-Wings clear and simple. Mylo had watched the situation unfold on his holographic tactical display. He could quite clearly make out the four angular wings of the TIE Hunter which folded in, almost like inverted squint or TIE Interceptor wings, they'd hid and it only took a few blasts to engulf the ships in flames. Amongst the cadet pilots of the Hosnian Prime Academy, Hunters were considered some of the toughest fighters to combat, the more bragadocious cadets vowing to destroy one in their first sortie.

Mylo indulged himself in a small chuckle, before bringing up feed from his foward sensors. A squadron perhaps? He felt his heart skip. The orders from Tren made a lot of sense, while the Hunters were known to be some of the fastest ships in the Final Dawn arsenal, but in his opinion, they would struggle to catch the sheer speed and slim, sleek attack profile of an A-Wing.

"We'll need to draw them out, but keep em relatively close enough for the X-Wings, we should be able to come to a heading of about mark five before we're in range." He reported on the Three Flight Tactical Channel.

Mylo and the other ships of Three Flight peeled off from the main formation, as did the B-Wings who skirted off towards the clear zone to be able to pick off the TIEs after attack from the faster ships. "Shields to double front." He set his shielding to the assault setting, as he watched the B-Wing of Revenant Leader just off his port head off to prepare.

The targeting recticle lined up, he set the firing mode to overcharged, and sent one potshot at the Hunters to get their attention. He accelerated dramatically towards the squadron, letting his frontal shields soak up some of the fire that he'd be taking. The A-Wing continued on, he watched his readout, waiting just until he came to the right heading.. Now! Mylo hit the stick to the left, breaking hard to port, and hoping a snapshot wouldn't nick him.

The chase was on.

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: The Bunghole, Shield Generator
Allies: The Maw, the Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, Traden Avarice
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostle's Vestments​

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The Tapestry of the mind could be a canvas of horror if appropriately manipulated.

While Traden Avarice battled and defeated the Acolytes sent to engage him Kol, located deeper within the Bunghole continued his assault on the Jedi. It had begun easily, Fear was an instinctive emotion possessed by all beings however its manifestations could be random. In this case Kol had implanted a seed, visions of loss and suffering but his control was limited. It was Traden's own mind that had settled on the shattered image of his wife.

The Jedi's painful memories also manifest as information for the Dark Apostle, information and revelation. He could see the shattered body of Traden's wife through their shared mental connection, a connection that had been opened by the Jedi initially and then maintained and used by Kol. To this point, even as the Dark Side impressed itself on the Jedi's mind that connection had not been broken.

Through the force Kol was able to sense the Jedi growing closer, he knew when his opponent had entered the Ship though Kol, still seated was unmoved by this knowledge.

"You've killed my acolytes. Well done."

...his congratulations were disingenuous, soon followed by another remark that flashed across the Jedi's mind alongside the images he was actively suppressing now....

"A pity that such small victories are overshadowed by the constant reminder of how you failed your wife."

...Kol, in reality had no knowledge of how his wife may have died it was just another barb he would use to sting Traden but there was more. Letting his psyche brush across the Jedi's Kol saw images, residual and surface thoughts that had occurred within a minute, ten minutes, an hour and while he could not read his enemies history he let his parasitic presence focus on something that caught his attention. A Beautiful face full of joy and innocence, Traden would know the one...

"You have a daughter. Now you have failed her too."

...at his words the manipulations of the Fear that Kol had implanted into Traden would change. The Dark Apostle would strengthen their connection, warping the images that the Jedi saw as he concocted a Force Horror. The images of Traden's wife would be replaced with images of his daughter, wherever she was he would see her with body bloody and broken.

The Dark Apostle would break this man if he could, he would drive him close to madness.​

 

[Yenna]

ADRATHORPE | ANV MOMENTOUS TRIUMPH
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance | Osarla Ridor | Open
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio​

GRACE KELLY​

Despite her expectations, Yenna was still taken back by the Togruta’s enjoyment of the flask as she took a swig larger than the little green Jedi expected. Still, she giggled as she took back the flask and smiled up at the Jedi Captain. ”A good drink, before a fight, everyone enjoys.” She quipped up at the woman before their attention was drawn by a shuttle managing to slip into the hangard and crash into the enormous space.

Yenna stood beside the Jedi master in awe as the ship crashed into the hangar and the gangplank opened for its sole occupant to emerge. It didn’t take long for her to realize who the presence was that battered against the two Jedi. ”Here, he is!” She spoke up happily with a large smile as she waited for him to emerge.

"I have come to visit a friend. Where can I find Yenna?"

She nearly blushed as the words reached her ears. With sparkling eyes and a bright grin she looked up at Osarla. ”A friend? No, not at all! On Jakku, we faced each other! On the cheek, a mean slap I gave him.” She spoke up loud enough for Dimitri to hear her. ”Kill you, when he’s not trying to… quite pleasant, he is! A real gentleman.” She explained to Osarla before walking forward towards Dimitri. ”Dimitri! Hi!” She greeted him warmly with a wave before she reached for her flask and held it out for him with the use of the Force.

”A sip, would you like? Tevraki whiskey, it is.” She offered him before the snap-hiss of her cyan lightsaber split the air. ”Don’t worry, sober, I am today.” She continued as she stood a few meters ahead of Osarla, quickly stealing a sip from her flask before she held it out to him again. ”An energy vampire, he is. Careful, you must be.” Her voice echoed in Osarla’s thoughts as she continued to happily await the Sith’s approach. ”Missed you, I have. With Eenia, how are things?” She asked gently as she looked up at him.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Flying High Again
Friendlies: Zaka
Bogeys: Rebirth

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The body of the Thunderstruck shook as it exited hyperspace.

His trip to the Rishi Maze would have to wait. A call had been sent out for all available Alliance pilots. They had gotten closer to the heart of the Maw than they ever had before, and this was there time to gain an upper hand in this war. As much as it was turning into a politics match rather than a fight, he still knew they needed help.

Once the shaking had stopped, the Knight was soon greeted with a new feeling: disbelief. Looking out his viewport the he saw a large scale assault happening in the planet’s orbit. Both sides were ferociously engaged with one another. Ships were dropping left and right. This wasn’t good.

Flicking on few switches on the dash made the S-Foils open into attack position. A small sound from the weapons charging up let him know it was time to start the fight.

Power was transferred from the hyperdrive to the engines, lurching the ship forward with a lot of speed. Ahead was a large mass of starfighters from both sides. Punching in a few buttons the scanners would quickly fire up, helping the Knight out. A call-out would be made from his ship letting the others know of his arrival.

“This is Okkeus Dainlei from Saber Sqaudron. Apologies for the tardiness. I’ll be blowing up Maw ships if you need me.”

His comm dropped to the floor, hanging from the wire. No time to fix it now. The blasters were now fully charged up and beginning to fire on the enemy.

This is for Coruscant.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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L I B E R T Y's_G A T E

FINAL DAWN
ADRATHOPRE , EXPANSION REGION

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"Beyond sick. How long do you think this will last, Sularen? How long before Solipsis expends your use and gets rid of you?"

How predictable , Sularen thought. The Grand Overseer knew exactly what the Jedi Knight was trying to do , to have him cast some doubt on his allegiance to Solipsis and the Brotherhood of the Maw as a whole. However Sularen was already well aware of the Possibility of Solipsis eventually betraying him since the Day had pledged Loyalty to the self-proclaimed Sith’ari, as he had already been betrayed by a Sith Lord by the name of Credius Nargath a few years prior after his Second Exile from the Core Worlds when he had tried to build-up his organization to get regain power in the Core only to be usurped by Credius. But now , having learned from that experience and the many other betrayals that he had suffered from various other individuals and organizations , Sularen knew exactly how to predict and avoid/counter future betrayals that might be catastrophic to his ambitions and all he needed was a strong powerbase which he was already building within the Final Dawn by establishing a heavy presence within it’s Military and securing total control over it’s Intelligence Agency , and that was just the beginning of something larger.

Thus after reflecting on this for a few seconds , Sularen gave a response to his Prisoner. “You know Dagon , you’re right. Solipsis will eventually betray me just like the majority of the individuals I have allied myself with throughout the past decade , both Force-Sensitive and Not Force Sensitive. Since the Day i met Solipsis in Gehenom I've always considered the possibility of being betrayed by him, after all that was what happened the last time I worked with a Sith Lord.” Sularen then paused for a second before continuing. “But i survived that betrayal and i shall survive Solipsis’s Betrayal should he choose to get rid off me. The only difference is that this time I am vigilant and when Solipsis might turn on me I will not be robbed of my powerbase with or without a fight.”

“However , you’re no stranger to betrayal , Dagon. Your very own Government , the one you and your New Jedi Order swore to protect turned on you and this isn’t the first time they’ve shown their opposition to the New Jedi Order. What do you think will happen once the War is over , once the Alliance will no longer need the Jedi. Do you think that the Alliance will allow the numerous War Crimes committed by your fellow Jedi go unanswered even if it has been years since they have occured?”

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Interacting With | Dagon Kaze
Nearby | Dantum Kryszar | Jem Fossk | Halketh | Valery Noble | Iris Arani ​

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[Ignatius Rausgeber]

ANV Momentous Triumph, Heat Sink Bresh
Allies: The Mongrel | Rannan Kol
Enemies: Traden Avarice | Syndulla Command
Armament:

• First Order Officers Greatcoat
• First Order Officers Tunic (Tattered)
• 32x Thundahvelin Heads [x]
• 1x Fusion Cutter
• 1x Rusted DL-18 Pistol [x]

If Kerri had a tail in that moment, it would’ve certainly wagged at the praise he’d received. The gregarious Auxiliary beamed. “Yes milord.” He slurred, bowing his head, “Alright maggots,” his attention turned to the crew, “Keep a tight watch. And don’t let anyone, and I mean anyone shaft us!” The Auxiliary then smacked the back of a pilots head, sending the mans head hurtling into a data screen. “I gotta get my kit ready. But I’ll be with you sir, till the Avatars so decide.” Kerri viciously bellowed, before making his unceremonious exit.

Ignatius meanwhile had been saddled with a pack of the detonators. Adhoc of course. The auxiliary’s compartment for them was as ragged as he was. A burlap satchel with no clasp. No zip. Just a button which was about to fall off if he was a little rough with it. And judging by the smell, it had been used in agricultural work, reeking of earthy soil. Rausgeber tightened the sling around his form, before checking his small arm on his belt. It was rusted, but reliable. Braygar’s in fact. A lovely reminder of what Ignatius would do for his own survival. And especially the triumph he had experienced, killing the pompous Gamorrean. Not that it mattered now. Slinking hopefully to the back of the pack, the cold metallic grip of the Mongrel made Ignatius freeze. "Come along, 'Iggy'," The Mongrel coolly drawled.. "Your tactical mind and technical expertise will be of use in achieving our sabotage."

Now that was farcical at best. Ignatius’ gaze turned up at him, “Just because I know how to run a basic software update for some of these wankers personal datapads doesn’t make me some hacking wiz.” Of course. "And just because I know how to shoot doesn't make me some strategic thinker. I'm not Grand Admiral kriffing Thrawn." Of bloody course the wanker wanted to take him with him. "Pissant." He uttered under his breathe. Well piss. Stupid, bloody pissing, wanker. Ignatius’ hands balled with rage. That sealed it then. It seemed once again, another enterprise where the Mongrel was going to rely on him as a number two. Stupid, bloody arsehole. The Auxiliary moved forward, past the bustling warriors, and by Kerri’s side. The airlock opened, and Ignatius tentatively crept inside.

The heat sink vent they had chosen was hot and humid. The acrid smell of engine coolant was palpable on the tongue. Leaving a sickly sweet taste upon each bud. It was, repugnant. Gross. Almost as much as the pungent urine smell of the Bunghole. Not that it mattered now. The heat sink was large enough for a man to stand. Clearly designed to allow for some maintenance staff to pass through, and illuminated by red, glowing, emergency lights. Rausgeber peered through the darkness. Their best, and first port of call was to evidently find a way through the warren of piping, and hissing vents. Gusts of piping hot liquid searing his features, and flushing his face red. Each step Ignatius took through the thin atmosphere of the vent, let a slight clunk on the hull ring out. This was then overshadowed, by the hiss and growl of the Bunghole departing from the Triumph, waiting hopefully somewhere close for a quick and easy rescue.

It took, who knows how long till he saw it. An access passage. The means to some escape. Ignatius reached to his belt, and procured his second tool. A fusion cutter. Upon approaching the door, and saw its locking mechanism, grimy, and rusted with access to the moist atmosphere. A press of the open button yielded nothing from it. Locked tightly it was. The former FOSB man had never been trained for fieldwork. His limp kept him from that. But basic infiltration? He’d done a bit of that. His mind flashed back to Cloud City, where another Galactic Alliance had attempted to crush the First Order Sixth Fleet. Well now was slightly different, but the same principle, as he used the tip of the cutter to pry the doors access panel open. A plethora of wiring, circuitry and other mechanisms spilled out. To which Ignatius began to fry, and fuse together with the heat of the cutter. The flame, causing his eyes to squint with its sheer brightness.

Then, with a grunt, and a hiss. It opened. A maintenance sector. Empty by the looks. Only a few scattered droids, gonk, repair and even a medical droid. All deactivated and disabled. Rausgeber peeked around further, squinting in the bright light, before stepping forth, boots clicking against the floor. “We’re in.” He informed the Mongrel, reaching to give the cyborg a hand up into the bowels of the Alliance command vessel.

 

[Haon Hafey]

Allies: Tu'teggacha Rebirth Aldo Garrick Xuan Vo Electra-12 Kenth Berik Marlon Sularen
Enemies: Liedran Kathause Cynthia Alucard Elena Lowe Cordé Sabo Jax Thio

Fleet: Utriusque Restituo-class Factory Command Battlecarrier
Starfighter Totals: 435x TIE/VA, 202x TIE/PI, 104x TIE/AR
Loss: 3x PCL 27Cs, 45 TIE/VA, 14x TIE/PI, 4x TIE/AR

The battle was going forward as the trio of PCLs finally exploded into a fireball when left on autopilot, they were merely decoys at that point and was useless. Their dangerous payload was now unleashed and the cries of the ion engines should been glorious to hear in the vast emptiness of space. Overlooking the battlefield, he saw his communications officer making a gesture as Haon walked over to his command chair and tapped a few buttons as the audio transmission came in.

"Haon Hafey! I'm glad you could make it. As of now the Main Enemy Fleet , known as the 6th Sector Fleet has begun to advance towards our positions. I will require your forces to execute a flanking maneuver around the 6th Sector Fleet as my Forces move to engage them at Point-Blank Range where we will have a greater advantage in terms of Firepower. It's about time we gave the Galactic Alliance a taste of their own medicine."

"I am in full agreement. We will engage through the flank, time to let the Restituo eat."

Tapping a few more communications buttons, half of his starfighter compliment in the fleet started to come around the Restituo, forming a small wall as the lumbering and tall behemoth of a factory battlecruiser lumbered on around the flank, firing on everything in its path near the Third Expeditionary Fleet. It was not made for true warfare but the amount of defenses it had inside, made it very difficult to kill on the outside. Tapping another set of commands, there was a set shrill like noise as multiple Pillagers and Arsonists broke from the main group, heading straight towards the Nagata-class Heavy Corvette, ANV Minuet. The Pillagers AKA the TIE/PIs would do everything in their power to sheer off any starfighter support around the Heavy Corvette before letting the Arsonists get close enough and unload a dangerous payload of proton bombs directly on top of it. Loss of life, was no matter. Getting the attention was the need and he had the sure way to do it..

Knowing it probably would not be enough, the Restituo would ensure it got its attention quickly as all thirty tractor beams would activate simultaneously and attempt to ensnare the Hidar II-class Frigate known as the ANV Chorale. Activating the modular furnace, it roared to life as the doors open as scrap from starfighters being destroyed were sucked inside and slowly if successful, would attempt to pull the ANV Chorale into its awaiting maw, to tear it limb from limb. This would take time however, time of course he knew he had but he could not help but feel as if he was overlooking something very important.

All the dual turbolasers had roared to life along with point defense lasers, striking at nearly every frigate on the board from the fleet and posing as a big threat, even though its weaponry lacked a bit less teeth then traditional big and bad battle cruisers. As Haon overlooked their progress, he noted how the fleet was made and noted also, that he would do his best to tear it limb from limb. However, that nagging though had returned and he turned to the holoscreen, trying to figure out why.

A new pawn was soon to form in the puzzle as the hanger bay doors would soon open to take back the used Arsonists to reload their proton bomb bays for their next run, exposing a critical weakness for a short period of time, possibly big enough for a few starfighters to get through and maybe a way to stop the modular furnace before it destroyed its first victim.

What Was Done

Spoiler

Attacking the Third Expeditionary Fleet led by Liedran Kathause
Strike against the ANV Minuet with interceptors and bombers with a total of 48x TIE/PI and 24x TIE/AR
Attempting to devour with the Modular Furnace against the ANV Chorale, ensaring with all thirty tractor beams to pull it in. Using more as plot device.
Given entry chance to Jax Thio to mess things up in Haons precious Factory Battlecruiser