Operation: Annihilate Blue [Iron Empire Dominion of Roxuli Hex]

Aster Rose Baelor · Aug 22, 2017

Aster's Private Quarters, House Palace
Csaplar

Aster sat in front of her vanity, her heart pounding as she admired her appearance in the mirror. The Iron Empire had authorised an operation to put an end to the Chiss insurrectionist organization that had kidnapped and held her at their base in Miasma and as one of the victims of the insurrectionists, she was to make an address to the citizens of the Empire.

"Princess, your security detail has arrived," one of her handmaidens announced.

"Thank you," Aster replied wearing a mask of false confidence and walked to the door, pausing for a moment as she rested her hand on its knob. Be the princess they need you to be, she reminded herself as she turned the knob to open the door.

Outside, the Wolfsglaive - all dressed in their formal uniform - waited to escort her. "Princess," Everly - their Lord Commander greeted her in a formal tone - unaccustomed to the woman addressing her by her formal title, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Good morning, Lord Commander," Aster smiled, returning the greeting in the same formal tone. "Shall we start making our way to where the address is to be given?" she asked, indicating to the Wolfsglaive that she was ready to leave.

Ylva Heavenshield · Aug 23, 2017

Location: Roxuli Crash Site.

Post count: Two.

Equipment: Ylva Solveig's Gear.

Roxuli High Orbit.

Alarms bellowed over and over against her ears, as if their speakers were pushed right up against the side of her head their sirens brought great excruciating pains to her temples as the Stowaway on board staggered down the hall way, men and women rushing throughout the vessel has it had been rocked off of it's guided axis and begun to plummet down into the atmosphere of Roxuli. Her vision was blurred, struggling to make sense of the faces that rushed back and fourth too panicked to give her a second glance and question her being there now, the crew had given up on their bird and all sought to reach the escape pods, ejecting out into the dismal abyss and by chance hoping that they might not get caught up in the flak that seemed to have shot them down in the first place.

Slumping against the wall, her right side took to the metallic surface like a war-hammer did to ones rib-cage, a sharp bout of pain once again shooting up her side and back causing her to gasp in desperate reach of anything stable enough to steady her upon her footing. Such a vessel was nothing alike the home she was accustomed, the woodlands and the wilds had been her labyrinthine freedoms while this place, all looking so much cleaner despite the fear in the peoples eyes as they sought to abandon all hope, it was all so foreign and what she would have considered to be the likes of high born livelihood. These people with their fancy ships and economic luxuries. The prospect of space all seemed so vast for one whom had lived the entirety of her life back on Nirauan. Boarding this roaming hell was quickly becoming an ill decision she wished she could take back.

Perhaps it was due to that inexperience that Ylva Solveig found these escape pods to be death traps in the making. These small rounded capsules in which people would bury themselves in held little in the way of control, the chance of the people simply being thrown from one disaster and into another seemed ridiculously high and with the size of the merchant ship she had crept aboard, the mass of it compared, seemed the obvious choice to rely on.

One by one the pods from the merchant ship ejected and pod by pod the lives on-board decreased eventually leaving Ylva alone and staring grimly ahead of the bridge as the world of Roxuli loomed ever closer, the transparent panel lining the face of the vessels command bleached orange with the heat that rushed up against the hull, a roaring of turbulence and pressure smashing up against the descending ball of iron and fire, steel and debris coming into it's own.

Stepping backwards slowly, her eyes widened ever more as disbelief turned to fear and awe. 'This isn't where I wanna be...' she thought to herself as the entrance to the bridge opened with a hiss and in the shock of the sudden sound, she turned on her heels and bolted as far deeper into the vessel she could, seconds meaning life and death....

And from the outside not to far from the Stronghold of the Chiss Insurgency, those with their eyes skyward would watch and pay heed to the vessel surging down in a cloud of fire, smoke and ash, slamming into the solid earthen floor and throwing about the place an eruption of dust, dirt, sand and pieces of the vessels hull as it skidded several yards, leaving a deep long scar across Roxuli's terrain, the vessel falling silent in it's final venture.

'Thought'
"Speech"

Théodred Heavenshield · Aug 29, 2017

Roxuli System
Lower Atmosphere

On Ground Roxuli

Kiran and Theo did not take more than two steps before the barrage of fire began to rain around them. The air filled with dust and explosion kicked up earth showering them in dirt and rocks. The sound of war, all around them pierced their ears and a strong smell of metal and fire sat heavy in the lungs. Already the combat medical units spread out across the field of battle, units consisting of healers, doctors all highly trained under the Empire and each one of them, men and women devoted to their calling, not only this .. but they could fight as well. If it can to that .. the 'last man standing'. But for now, they began their work on patching up the injured, pulling them back to the ships .. the dead would have to wait.

There would be no time for Theo to get to the eastern base, "Centurion Keeli, take your Legionaires to the east and assist Major Bunker. He has command of that sector". Keeli nodded his understand and issued orders for his Legion to move out immediately. The chiss insurrectionists were not about to give up without a fight and the stronghold loomed large on the landscape. "Kiran, we are not going to get far unless we take out those guns", a blast too close for comfort landed only meters away from them illustrating his point. "Take to cover!", Theo yelled over the hiss of the burning ground. And cover could be found in the form of some large boulders close by, which would give them some respite for short time at least. It would not be long before the boulder would have sights set on them.

"We need to get a small unit of Legionaires to the array of batteries and disable them", by which Theo means blow sky high. He looked to [member="Kiran Arlos"] to see if he was up for the job. However, Kiran did not have time to respond as Theo's attention turned to the skies directly above. The sound and sight of a ship burning plummeting to the ground drowned out even the fire around them. There was no time to run, all they could do was watch and hope the damn thing would not fall on them. Pieces of the ship's hull stabbed the ground as it fell, chunks severing trees and piercing the ground like a hot knife through butter, smoldered all it touched. The explosion of the ship hitting the ground tearing the earth in it's path banged through Theo's head pounding his brain and his ears rang with it. A wave of earth crashed over those behind the boulders and it became difficult to breath, lungs coughing in hope of getting rid of the foul air.

The ship of unknown identification or even model class, eventually came to rest but the dust would take a good while before clearing the air. Strangely this unfortunate event for those on the ship, had provided the cover needed for the Legionaires to move out toward the stronghold. But they would have to do so quickly.

There was a sense of death, no only on the battle field but in the ship as most on board had been killed. However, Theo could sense life as well, some had survived the crash but their life essence fading fast, they needed help and quickly. "Medical Unit Bravo, urgent assistance required at my location", he barked through his comlink.

He could sense life, one of which was very familiar .. very very familiar and .. wild.

Zeradias Mant · Aug 29, 2017

Things were progressing smoother than anticipated, though dense pockets of resistance proved troublesome for ground forces. Their knowledge of the terrain and defensive posture provided an advantage over the Iron Imperial forces, though their inferior equipment leveled the playing field. Hands behind his back, he walked up the ramp to the mobile command center, preceded by the army commander.

"Ground forces are advancing steadily, but we're encountering unexpectedly heavy resistance on the east side. We're unable to provide air support until the anti-air batteries are destroyed."

Zeradias didn't acknowledge the officer. Instead, he thought back on his own rough landing planetside and agreed in the commander's assessment. They would need to prioritize the neutralization of the AA guns. Once they fell, the base would soon follow. The navy would be able to bring in bombers, corvettes, and several more transports to bring more troops to the ground. As he looked out the transparisteel windows of the command center, the smoke rising among skybound flak and missiles made it all the more challenging for the pilots tasked with landing troops before being given the all clear.

"There's an array of anti-air batteries on the east side of the compound. After they're taken out, we can proceed to provide additional support.", a nearby officer could be heard broadcasting on Iron Imperial military channels.

Ylva Heavenshield · Aug 29, 2017

Location: Roxuli Crash Site.

Post count: Three.

Nearby: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

The former ringing of alarms had distorted into patterns of static that chimed and let loose sparks from the ceiling that Ylva Solveig now lay flat on her back upon, the floor of the corridor for which she had been running, now above her. Hanging from there, compartments having spilled their guts out upon the interior of the great vessel, some of it having landed upon the woman and cut her forehead, blood smeared down her face and a great blur to her vision marring the clarity of her situation; her mind struggling to process what had happened yet her body refusing to submit to the crash somehow managed to rise, pushing aside the debris of the crafts make as the stowaway climbed back to her feet and using the wall closest to her for support, sought to find some source of light or breath that might come easier to her than the dust and smoke that seemed to cloud around her sourced from the dull glow of fires further down the way.

Everything was shot to hell, bodies of crewmen who had not been fortunate enough to reach the escape pods lay strewn in the hall ways slumped awkwardly at impossible angles against the walls, those who had survived somehow still clung to life though none the less seemed worse off than she herself was and that was saying something given the blood that she coughed up while the smoke sought her lungs threatening to suffocate them all.

'Son of a queen, you can't have me...'

She thought, battling within herself to fight against the reach of death that swallowed up everything within it's path. All she had sought was a way off of Nirauan and out to freedom. The Freighter had at the time felt like her inevitable freedom and yet all that seemed to come as a result of it was further danger and grief.

Reaching the main bulkhead that would lead out into the open hell that they had landed upon, she knew not what awaited her, only that whatever was out there had to be better than burning up and dying inside of the fractured vessel. Gripping the great door, Ylva Solveig struggled against the access panel, trying to wrench it open yet not having the strength, the impact of their landing into that of Roxuli having shifted the ships hull and otherwise bent the frame that her would be exit sat upon, she continued to growl and shout a series of cuss words fighting against the impossibility.

Finally in all her desperation to break free of their durasteel coffin, she pulled from her waist, one of her War Axe's and began to hammer against the great door with the blunt face of the weapon, "Hey!" She called out, her fear of dying such a bleak and petty way getting the best of her. She wasn't Force sensitive, she knew not whether anyone would hear her let alone be able to aid her in an escape. She didn't care at all for the other survivors, for all she knew they'd die before anyone reached them but it was her own skin she wanted saving and in this, she desperately tried to rely on the hope that others might have seen their ship go down; "'Eey, somebody get us outta this damned thin'!?!".

'Thought'
"Speech"

Inventory:

ARMOR:

Ylva Solveig's Light Armor

RANGED WEAPONS:
Ylva Solveig's Bow - "Akron's Teeth"

MELEE WEAPONS:
Ylva Solveig's War Axe's

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]

Garza · Aug 29, 2017

"I have the Anti-air under control."

Not really the best way to introduce myself. It had been a long time. After reaching Iron Empire space, I was told that most of the forces were here for the purpose taking the planet that these insurrectionists were holding. While it seemed that most of the Anti-air was taken down, there were some left over. I shook my head as I flew my ship so close to the ground that I could have landed if I had wheels. The ship's whining was so loud I couldn't hear anything else over the radio.

I had thrust the ship into 8th gear and flying fastest possible. Keeping the ship level. I could hear a beeping begin to loudly ring. Lock on systems letting me know I had rockets being aimed at me. I wasn't close enough yet. Pulling on the joystick, I reared it up. The nose rising as fast as I yanked it back. I could feel the G-forces acting against me. Making me feel sick to my stomach and more alarms going off that I was moving too fast. I knew that I was being fired at. The beeping of the rockets closing in faster than ever. Flying straight up, I went into an aileron roll. I didn't know if there were two rockets or one.

I slowed the engines. Pulling back on the throttle and letting myself ease into a hover above the compounds Anti-air. I could hear booms as they fired at me. I didn't care. The forward momentum of the nose turned me to face the ground. Rockets closing in and were less than 150 meters from me. I punched the thrusters. Rocketing downward into fire.

Out of the pan and into the fire as they say. The peeping of the rocket became one long dial tone as I searched with the force. Trying to find it. Once I did, I smiled and pulled the trigger. A stream of fire shot down from the ship at the rocket. Prematurely detonating it. I flew into the smoke and debris. It hit the ship and causes a few damages that were marked on the ships integrity sensors. I didn't look at it. I just kept falling in style.

You see, I knew that taking the rest of the anti-air was going to be difficult on my own two feet. But if I could destroy as much of it as I could in one go, then clean up the rest, it would be much better for myself. So, since I didn't really have an army at my back, I used a ship.

The Anti-air was targeting the ship. Doing my best to spin and twirl the ship. Sliding to avoid the fire as best I could. However, it just got even more difficult. One of the anti-air shots slammed into the wing of the vessel. I started to veer off course. This would be the best I could do. Yanking on the ejector seat, I was rocketed out of the ship. All I could do was look between my legs in the seat. Watching as the ship collided with the ground. It only broke the two or three of the batteries. There were still double that left. I shook my head. I could have done better.

Yanking on the parachute, I tried to get it to work. After pulling it, nothing happened. Feth. Taking my fist, I slammed it into the side of the seat. Trying to use the metal arm to smash the release. All I did was cause the chute to fire, but it released itself as well. Screw me and my hasty decisions. I probably should have just done a few runs at the batteries closer to the ground. All I could do now was focus on myself and the force. A purple haze formed around me, and I waited for my body to hit the dirt going mach speeds.

[member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], [member="Ylva Solveig"], [member="Aster Rose Baelor"],

Théodred Heavenshield · Aug 30, 2017

Roxuli System
Field of Battle - Stronghold

On Ground Roxuli

The eastern side of the Stronghold came under heavy attack from the Empire, the anti-air batteries taking the brunt of it and it would not be long before they would be incapacitated, there was more to do however, as ground troops came under constant attack from the wall. Everything seemed to happen at once, it always does in these situations and it is easy for men and women to get distracted from their sense of purpose. But they all had a job to do, and the marines of the Empire are second to none and will not sway until the job is done.

The screaming of a fighter engine and rockets firing targeting the anti-air made it's mark, rock and bits of metal erupted into the air cascading down around them like burning embers from fireworks. Smoke and dust added to the already darken air causing Théo to cough as he continued to make his way toward the down craft. The medical unit had reached him by this time and moved to enter the ship which had been torn apart on impact with the ground. Although they would not find many that had survived the crash, those that did would be helped and pulled to more safer ground.

He entered the ship following the guidance of the force toward the back, making his way slowly pushing aside large pieces of panels ripped from the walls, electrical wires hanging spitting sparks and deadly to the touch, the air in the corridor hazy with toxic fumes the mix of it all set to blow . The sound of a muffled voice and banging on the door, he could just make out over the noise and behind him the medical unit pulled out the casualties. But the voice was her's, "Odiir's Arse! what..", is she doing here?

The door, unresponsive to open through normal means there was only one thing Théo could do, it was risky given the circumstances, but .. "STAND BACK!", he yelled to Red. He only allowed her a second to do so, before the white blade of Belawir, his saber, ignited and plunged into the metal of the door and he began to cut his way through. The slag hit the floor on both sides burning the surface and adding to the mix of toxic gas, it was slow work the door thick, but before long the metal plate would give way, Théo pulling it to toss aside with the force. His hand reached into the gap, palm open for her to take and he could help her out of this time bomb.

"Take my hand!".

[member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Atheus"]

RC-0883 · Aug 31, 2017

RC-0883 arrived at Echo Position, the main point of the Empire's assault. Chaos had engulfed the Command Center. Medic tents were overwhelmed with the recently casualties, only taking those who could be returned to the battlefield, while those with critical wounds were carted to transports evacuating to the orbiting Medical Support. They reached the end of the Camp and the edge of the battle. Waves of the Iron Assault crashed against the East Wall, only to be met with a hail of destruction from the Stationary Sentries. Bunker felt the mood of his Blitzkrieg Platoon swing from a confident arrogance to a childlike hesitation. These men were specially selected and highly trained, but they were still green. The 81st didn't have the luxury of 10 years of intense physical and psychological training in real combat like RC-0883, only a few months. Bunker eased his usual hard demeanor and spoke to his men.

"We cannot aid those have already been hurt, we will leave that to our superb medical teams, but we can prevent these atrocities. Focus your fear, let it raise your senses to new heights. Instill each shot, each maneuver, with every sacrifice you witness and it will never be in vain. We will show them the price of their insurrection. Judgment has been passed boys and we are the Iron that will carry out their sentence! Oya Jaeger!"

All three Tank Squads answered with whoops and shouts of renewed enthusiasm. Without a single order given the Lead Pilot advanced towards the East Wall and its defenses, followed closely by the other two. After providing cover for a fresh wave of infantry, Major Bunk came to halt just beyond the reach of the deadly Sentries. The guns still tore through the ranks of vulnerable soldiers. RC-0883 began to feel his blood boil at the sight of the carnage, his feral instincts fighting to surface, he wanted to sprint to the Wall, introducing each Sentry to his Grenade Launcher. The Commando knew he would never get within 100 meters of it but, he would take more than a few enemies with him. The Major shook the reckless thoughts from his mind, the Empire needed him, these men needed him. Not just his skill with explosives but his leadership, his guidance. Once more the Iron Major, Bunker collected himself and began directing combat.

"Focus fire on those guns, I want them gone yesterday. Second Squad move Southwest and escort the Legionnaires back to this location. Hopefully our combined forces can punch a hole through."

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
[member="Atheus"]
[member="Ylva Solveig"]
[member="Zeradias Mant"]

Zeradias Mant · Aug 31, 2017

After his directive, it seemed multiple forces shifted direction to address what command deemed the most crucial threat. The anti-air batteries became a target from multiple fronts. Though the base was already surrounded on all accounts, the consolidation of their focus would prove to eliminate more fortified positions, eroding both the enemy's confidence and their ability to fight. Given those at the helm, Zeradias half entertained the notion that fleet support was no longer necessary. Iron Imperial forces were cutting the insurrectionists down like a hot knife through butter. It probably wasn't needed, but it'd definitely speed things up.

Things could be sped up in other ways though. Turning to his adjutant, he gave a curt order before continuing observing.

"Bring me my armor."

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="RC-0883"]

Aster Rose Baelor · Sep 1, 2017

In Front of the House Palace
Csaplar

With a small microphone clipped to the collar of her white dress, Aster emerged from the House Palace, escorted by the Wolfsglaive, and walked towards the podium. Inexperienced in public speaking, her heart beat harder with every step she took towards the podium.

"Good afternoon," she greeted the audience with a demure bow of her head. "As everyone may know, I am Aster Rose Baelor - niece of our great Emperor and the one who was kidnapped by the Chiss extremists a few months ago," she spoke with feigned confidence knowing that she spoke not only to the large crowd who had gathered to watch her give her address but also to those who were watching the broadcast live.

"This is the first time publicly speaking of the incident so, I would like to begin by thanking the brave souls who risked their lives for mine. For their contribution, I am truly thankful," Aster followed the words with a low bow of her head before she proceeded.

"The group of extremists responsible for my kidnapping have been condemned by not only the Iron Empire but also the Chiss Ascendancy, however, despite their defeat at Miasma, this group of insurgents have resurfaced, posing a threat to the Iron Empire once more. A threat that will be dealt with by iron justice," she paused to take a breath and observe the reaction from the crowd present.

"In response to this threat, both the Iron Empire and the Ascendancy have mobilized their forces, united in their goal to see an end to these villains and will surely succeed in their mission. And as we can observe from their absence, our Emperor and the one of the Aristocra have taken it upon themselves to join their men in the mission and the pair, bound by their dedication to their duty, will not return until the mission is completed. With that in mind, I ask that anyone willing humor me and pray for the safe return of not only our Emperor and the Aristocra but all our personnel who were sent to see to these insurrectionists on Roxuli. Thank you for your time."

Ylva Heavenshield · Sep 2, 2017

Location: Roxuli Crash Site.

Post count: Four.

Nearby: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

"STAND BACK!"

Ylva Solveig heard [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] shout from the other side of the bulkhead, the great door jammed in place. For a second the wilder woman paused with great skepticism, caught between doubts over whether or not to delve back deeper into the smoke that was pooling up around her already or to risk standing nearby such a monster of an entrance and witness what she assumed would be some sort of explosive for all the force that would be required to get the thing to budge.

"Look, I dunno what you're planning but i wanna leave this thing alive, high-born!"

She shouted back from within, his lack of response provoking her into almost speaking further before she heard the familiar flare of energy emissions alike the day she had first met him and he'd entered into the ruin upon Nirauan with that astonishing sword of white light. Born and raised a savage, not a term for ferocity but one of her wild livelihood, she had become a victim to isolated living and thus remained estranged to the technologies of Force users; hell's bane, even the force itself before she had met this smooth faced soft blood. Théo of whom seemed ever the little lord from some sort of a greater house, he had manners in how he treated others and walked with a certain kind of confidence that could easily be mistaken for the ignorance of youth and sheltered upbringing. Still, at least he had been the slightest bit pleasing on the eyes, more so when he was on his back fearing the edge of a knife at his throat...-Now however wasn't the time for such thoughts.

Her eyes widened as the surface of the door suddenly glowed a brilliant orange encouraging her to quickly take a couple steps back and just in time too as the blade of light cut through into the open corridor. What were the chances, this high-born that could seem to leap impossible heights just happened to be here already as the ship she wasn't even supposed to be on crash landed into the surface of Roxuli, though she knew not the system she was in either. Letting loose something of an alarmed gasp, the huge metal slab with melted edges fell away from the rest of the doors charred remains and taking his hand she more or less jumped out through the hole and into a far more welcoming air. Now however, without the continuous pulsing of the vessels alarms, Ylva found herself even more concerned as it seemed she had landed within some sort of a battle.

"Where the hell am I?" She turned back to glare uncertainly at Théo, not sure whether to be appreciative or suspicious of his being there at the right time and moment that she might look so weak as to need his saving; "What're you doing 'ere...-What's happenin' to this place!?" She shook her head, turning to peer back across the wasteland tundra that was Roxuli's barren land now rife with war, soldiers marching on against the Chiss Insurrection. They were no friends of hers, the Chiss...-Yet neither was she one to bow to another mans authority, let alone an army's.

'Thought'
"Speech"

Inventory:

ARMOR:

Ylva Solveig's Light Armor

RANGED WEAPONS:
Ylva Solveig's Bow - "Akron's Teeth"

MELEE WEAPONS:
Ylva Solveig's War Axe's

[member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Kiran Arlos"] | [member="Iriaan Sakor"] | [member="Rhan Elysar"]

Théodred Heavenshield · Sep 3, 2017

Roxuli System
Field of Battle - Crash Site

On Ground Roxuli

The last of the people that had survived the crash had been taken from the wreckage and transported to the medical ships, which left Théo alone with the wildling. He was pleased to see she was unscathed relatively, with minor cuts and bruises to show for it all, and her spirits were in tact as she looked around with wide eyes and spitting words at him. "You are on Roxuli", he began as he lead her from the crash to safer ground, regardless of her resistance to this he pulled her along. "I don't have time to tell you the story here, I have to get back".

Air fire had taken out most of the anti-air along with the ground troops on the eastern side, but the west side was still operational and still afforded the Chriss insurrection protection, Bunker had his men move toward the southwest along with a unit of Legionnaires and the tanks would be able to get close enough to make a large hole in the stronghold. Although the air cover had been pulled back, removing focus from the batteries their 'eyes' turned to the ground and wall defenses trained on the marching marines.

"The Iron Empire are in the middle of a war, long story short we are here to take out that stronghold and end insurrection", once out of range Théo turned to the young girl, "This is not your fight, get on a ship and they will take you to safer ground". And with that he let go of her hand and turned to return to the battle. Somewhere in the mix of the theatre, a fighter had crashed and the pilot ejected. That would be Théo's next focus, as the pilot was one of his men and leaders of the Legion...

[member="Atheus"]

"Lord Praetor", yelled a voice of a Centurion. "Orders Sir".

Around his stood a unit of five hundred strong Legionnaires, "Move on the west and take down that Wall". But before Théo could join them, he had to go find his right hand man, Atheus was no good to him or the Iron Empire dead, they needed him. The Legionnaires moved out immediately, Théo stood and summon his shield through the force and with a loud whistle. His Heavenshield answered the command, flying from the transport through the air and only moments later landed firm in Théo's outstretched hand. He started his run toward the heart of the battle, to find Atheus, but not before turning his head back to look for Ylva.

[member="Ylva Solveig"]

Zeradias Mant · Sep 4, 2017

Stepping down the ramp of the mobile command center was one armored grand admiral. Waiting for him on the ground was an entire platoon of marines, some thirty or so strong. Normally the CNO's security detail was a fraction of that size, however, in light of active hostilities and his intention to enter the fray, further measures needed to be taken. Though most of the anti-air had been disposed of promptly, there were still some that remained. The marine detachment commander made sure that the pilot's knew to stay clear of anywhere with even a remote chance they could be targeted.

Aboard three shuttles, the group traveled at low altitude to the west to rendezvous with the Iron Praetor and his legionnaires below. They didn't transmit their location or intention for the sake of operations security, but did so as they neared the location. As the shuttles approached, smoke penetrated the sky from numerous points on the ground, and blaster fire was traded on both sides in great numbers. The shuttles landed with reinforcements to reinforce the battalion size element of the Iron Legion already fighting. As soon as their boots hit the ground, the Iron Imperial marines joined the conflict, slinging bolts at the enemies with extreme prejudice.

Zeradias followed the marine commander's suit and sought cover immediately, occasionally firing from cover when able. Their principle mission was not to participate in the conflict, but rather to offer immediate command support and minimalize time between relaying orders. Despite his importance, he would much rather opt for the former.

Peering from behind the relative safety of his boulder, he saw the young Heavenshield charging forward with dozens on dozens of legionnaires. Push after push, delivering defeat after defeat, it was time to take things to the heart of the insurrectionist operation - but this first.

Ylva Heavenshield · Sep 4, 2017

Location: Approaching the Enemy Stronghold.

Post count: Five.

Nearby: The Iron Legion.

"The Iron Empire are in the middle of a war, long story short we are here to take out that stronghold and end insurrection.

This is not your fight, get on a ship and they will take you to safer ground"

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]'s legionaires had joined them quicker than she'd have liked, more inclined to argue with the fact that she was being brushed off as if she couldn't hold up her own end in a battle, Ylva knew of his strength and unusual abilities since their first meeting on Nirauan but that didn't make this high-born any less intimidating than she was. At-least not to her mind. These Chiss insurrectionists seemed to be everywhere, their type had been on Nirauan and threatened the day to day of the Solveig; though the Solveig were far from innocent in their own ways and probably had it coming. The fact was that fighting their kind wasn't a concept new to Ylva at all and now with Théodred dismissing her like some common woman better fit for a cookery, she scowled under her brow and reached for her War Bow.

The Iron Legion was slower in pace than she was though their technologies were far more advanced than anything the Solveig had gotten hold of. Moving through the lines as they marched against the stronghold, Ylva came up upon the rear end of one of their behemoth armored machines; Tanks they were called. She wasn't expecting the ride to be so chaotic but thinking little of her own life and feeling the pulse of her veins and the rushing of her heart rate as adrenaline flowed through her, she climbed the ground crawler to come up upon it's back using the head and heavy cannon for cover whilst setting an arrow head into the wire of Akron's Teeth. Held tightly by the shaft in her left hand, the pulleys upon each side of the bow doubled the tension while her right hand took the tail of the arrow and where most might strain, her athletic form tensed up as she pulled back, the wire turning in the pulleys to bring the projectile a full arm-length away from the front of the weapon.

Her accuracy was an uncanny honed skill that she had spent nurturing over the years hunting the wilds, as long as she had line of sight she had learned to read the strength of the wind that brushed against her cheek, the distance and height of the bows arc that would be required to land her mark. Weapons fire hailed down around them from the wall of the enemies stronghold and yet as hey eyes narrowed down the line of the loaded arrow and she turned the bow slightly to the right, adding an angle to the stance in which she had poised herself atop of the great war beast of iron, he loosed the needle with a sudden whine of air circling around it's tail, the pulley-system of her bow propelling it with tremendous velocity carrying it high up into their air; a second pulled from her quiver and placed in against the wire before her shot had landed the mark, taking the single Chiss soldier off of his feet and sending him plummeting down with a high pitched scream of pain against the strength of impact that she'd pegged against his right shoulder.

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Graf's Archive Account · Sep 4, 2017

R O X U L I

N E A R T H E B A T T L E F I E L D

The whine of a speeder bike accompanied the sudden displacement of snow as Rhan flashed through the scenery, stopping about two kilometers away from where the Iron Legion was proudly fighting against the disheveled forces of the Chiss Insurgency. Ice crackled beneath his boots when he dismounted, deactivating the speed and setting it down on the ground. He grabbed a long but narrow case that was attached to the side and approached a steep hill before effortlessly leaping to the top.

Throwing open the case to reveal a fully-assembled sniper rifle, he laid it before him and dropped onto his stomach. His eye aligned with the scope as it activated, going through a quick diagnostic before giving him a very nice view of the battle and the participants of it. The rifle pivoted slightly and he spotted a group of Chiss shock troopers trudging through the snow. He squeezed the trigger once and popped the head off of one with a bolt, adjusting the angle and firing again, catching his next victim in the back.

The group he was harassing suddenly disappeared into a ravine, piquing the curiosity of the agent as he followed the path of the fissure. "This is Agent Elysar, I've lost sight of a group of Chiss with missile weaponry around Grid AB-99, they're about to flank the armored column and the Iron Legion." He hissed into a comlink, hoping the information got to the right people.

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Darth Athora · Sep 10, 2017

Aboard a Stormwolf-class Carrier
Roxuli Space
Post I

Douglas was relaxing in his bunk so that maybe he could get even 5 minutes of sleep before he'd be called to the battle. He sighed as he slowly closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep. Then a sudden hiss from the door to his berthing opening. "Let's go, Flight Sergeant! Time to move out!" a higher ranking enlisted barked into the room Douglas was in. He hopped up with a groan and laced up his boots and zipped his flight suit back up. Without too much hesitation, the young pilot made his way to the hangar. He slid past several other pilots that were also running down the hallway to their respective destinations.

Once Douglas entered the hangar, he made his way to his starship and began the startup process. "Showtime, baby."

Micah tol Powl · Sep 10, 2017

ROXULI SPACE
• Objective: Establish Mobile Army Surgical Hospital [M*A*S*H]

A padabear's work was never done.

The Beorni had arrived aboard a Nebulon-B that was bringing up the rear of the Iron Empire's orbital resources as a dedicated hospital ship. Departing for the planet below, the white furred Jedi was riding a shuttle down to the surface, just behind the location where [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] and [member="Zeradias Mant"] had staged their command center.

Through the canopy, the stout bear-like being could see out to the world below. A world that doubtless would see pain and suffering of one variety or another this day. Which was precisely why he had come. Though they called him Jedi, he carried no lightsaber. Thought he headed into battle, he donned no armor. His only possession the bracelet wrap with a rose-colored charm dangling against his left forepaw. War was not the Beorni way. And so, no matter his commitment to the Iron Empire, he could not fight their battles for them.

But he could protect them. And so he pledged himself to that end.

Sitting on his haunches, the round ears of the ursine alien tipped back as the boy watched the descent toward the planet below.

Aurren Ulgo · Sep 11, 2017

Location: Roxuli Surface

Post: 1

Status: Green

Role: Reconaissance and Support

Aurren had been here far too long. He'd been part of the initial team to find this stronghold, and had spent a long while now marking map positions and gathering other intelligence for this assault; now it was finally happening, and his hard work had paid off. That didn't mean he liked this planet or being on it, not in the slightest. But if the Empire needed him here, he would be here. Routinely checking the rear guard for anything suspicious, something caught his eye.

Four contacts, approaching what looked like the eastern flank of the 81st Batallion. Peering through the electrobinoculars, Aurren tried to pick out their differences; a large repeating blaster, what looked like some kind of anti-personnel launcher, and a sniper rifle. Along with the man at the front as their NCO, that looked like a weapons team. He stood up from his kneeling position, putting away the binoculars as he approached the speeder parked next to him. Taking off the IE-1 Grand Assault Rifle mounted on the side, he approached a small stone wall in front of him. Staring down the scope at the 4 men, he took his hand off the foregrip to gently adjust the zoom on his scope - closer would make this easier.

With his left hand going back to the foregrip, his eye trained on the man in front, the clear leader. Three blaster bolts screeched in his direction, the large bolts striking him in his neck once and twice in his back. With the kinetic force behind them, the Chiss went flying, scattering the rest of his team in panic. More blaster bolts rained down from Aurren's rifle and one struck clean into the sniper's head. Ulgo laid down more fire, trying to land a clean shot or keep his targets suppressed before he heard the ping; and apparently, so did the heavy gunner, with what seemed like hundreds of bolts flying towards him.

Aurren ducked behind the stone wall, leaning against it as he began to replace the powercell in his rifle. Even once he was done, he realized he couldn't attack from this position; too exposed, and they knew he was here. Moving back to his speeder and trying to keep his head low, he mounted his IE-1 back onto the side and set off. Taking the speeder around the side of the weapons team, he drew the blaster pistol from its holster. Although it wasn't easy, he fired three shots, two pinging into the side of the heavy gunner's skull. Silently he thanked someone for the OP-BHP's stopping power. Scanning for targets, he instinctively drew his arm left to fire at another figure he saw appear, but it was too late.

Though the bolt did strike the Chiss in an unarmoured part of his chest, killing him, that didn't stop the launcher he fired; the detonator flew in Aurren's direction, and all he could do was swerve and try to make distance as it exploded, sending him and the speeder careening through the air. Hitting the rocky ground hard, he heard the crash of the speeder nearby him and marching boots stop. Laying face-down, he began to pull himself up, noticing some men of the 81st had stopped when he landed almost directly in their path. He must've looked quite the sight.

"I'm fine! Get to that wall, go. Move!" The 81st men scurried quickly back towards their intended objective. Aurrren wasn't that hurt, he wouldn't have them wasting good medical supplies on him; thankfully, he'd landed far enough from the wall that the sentries on it hadn't seen him yet, but that would change. His eyes drew to the camp where wounded were being carted to medevacs or being given on-field treatment. Getting his bearings, his hand scrambled for and picked up his pistol again as he approached the wreckage of his speeder. Thankfully, it had landed on its left, allowing him to pull the IE-Grand off of its right side again. He had enough ammunition, at least for now.

Knowing his armour and his instincts would carry him far enough, he quickly moved up to cover, poking out to peer down the scope as he began picking off Chiss on the wall with veteran accuracy. He felt the recoil jam into his shoulder each time, and the smell of blood and burning filled his nose. He knew he was in the heart of the fighting now, and that he stood out amongst the men of the 81st near him. He had to play it smart, and try to keep these gunners off the tanks if they wanted to punch through this wall.

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Zeradias Mant · Sep 11, 2017

As the Iron Legion was making it's final push forward, a startling transmission came through the pipeline. Their lead security bureau agent in the field reported enemies closing in on their rear with weapons that could prove disastrous should they be allowed to strike unchallenged. The Legion was already preoccupied in the thick of the battle, but Mant's security detail was in the perfect position to handle the threat closing in on their flank.

"Commander, pull our marines back and take a defensive posture on our flank!", he shouted above the whining of the blasters and booms from the explosions. Instantly following his command, it took only seconds for the marines to cease their current actions and begin on their new ones. Zeradias followed, with the commander and a squad from his detail in tow, ensuring his six was covered. As they climbed to the top of a small ridgeline overlooking the battlefield, they saw the Chiss setting up their missile battery. The marines immediately began opening fire.

Fortunately, the threat was quelled before any harm could befall Iron Imperial forces - or so it seemed. After the guns stopped and the dust began to settle, Chiss bodies lay motionless. The battery appeared to have just been completed in setting it up.

Suddenly, there was a loud whir, hiss, and a plume of smoke shot out the back of the missile tube. A fair sized rocket was headed towards the center of the battlefield, right towards a concentration of legionnaires. Zeradias' gaze followed the smoke trail, and he felt his stomach plummet as the projectile made contact with it's target. Following a large explosion, rocks, limbs, and bodies flew through the air. This would surely yield the largest amount of casualties this battle.

"Sir, intelligence reports the anti-air is down."

Zeradias nodded. It was time to finish the battle.

[member="Rhan Elysar"] | [member="Douglas Reed"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Théodred Heavenshield · Sep 11, 2017

Roxuli System
Field of Battle - Finding [member="Atheus"]

On Ground Roxuli

On one knee with the Heavenshield lifted above his body, the heavy spray of dirt and rock showered around him, as soon as it cleared, Théo stood and continued his run toward Atheus. Around him the Legionnaires fought and made good headway to the Wall, lightsabers of all colours flashing and bleeding into the thick film of dust around them, the gate of the stronghold had opened and out poured units of men ready to die for their cause only to be met with equal purpose in the Empire. A loud explosion caused Théo to duck turn his head to see the western wall destroyed and into the breach went the Legion. East and West side of the stronghold now afforded the Empire the means to enter and it would not be long before the Insurrectionist would be over powered.

Théo slid to a halt next to Atheus laying prone on the ground and immediately he checked for life signs, he was still alive. "Medical Unit to my position!", he sent a message through his comlink. Théo, with care, removed Atheus' harness throwing away the straps, "That was some seriously good flying there mate", he said hoping Atheus would respond. All of a sudden Théo grabbed his shield once more leaned over Atheus' body to protect them both from another rain of dirt and rock as a missile hit the ground near by.

As soon as a medial unit would arrive, Théo would return to battle and enter the fray through the western wall.

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