Planet at the Edge of the Verse | Rebellion of Hex G-50

Coren Starchaser · Feb 11, 2019

The fact that the Star Temples were removed from the planets almost made them better, in Coren’s mind. Sure, a planet had its perks, it was closer to nature and it could be built on a wellspring, such as Coruscant or Tython, or Monastary. But with the Star Temples? The Jedi and related Forcers could move quickly, taking everything they had, with them. Training, living, teaching, and jump off points for missions, the Temples were the true measure of the New Jedi Order’s mentality. Militant and proactive Jedi. And maybe times were changing, but there were so many who felt the need to continue on the path that everyone was working towards.

At least the Shattered Jedi.

Those who found themselves still striking at the enemy before getting hit first.

As he progressed the halls of the Temple, he was taken out of his reverie of the past by Vorhi. A friend of the New Jedi Order and the cause, maybe not nearly as intense as Coren was, but who was… And the man had a balance in him. “Good to hear Kortun is well. I know your name. I think we’ve always had a degree of separation, but never first hand.” He grinned and nodded.

“Welcome aboard the Shield of Light, finding everything well?” And then he heard the familiar voice of Tiland. Another Jedi who he knew well and would like to have attend the gathering. “Who are they trying to prank?”

Not that it mattered much, Younglings were gonna youngling.

And just when Coren felt it, Tiland spoke up. Instinctively, his hand went to his lightsaber. A beat and another second, Starchaser nodded. Stepping to the wall, he tapped a control. “Control room, this is Master Starchaser. Activate the shields, and throw the temple into Condition two. Younglings and instructors towards the lifeboats. Get the aces prepped and the Guardians alerted.”

“Any interest in accompanying me to the hangar?” He asked the two.

[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]

[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Sieger Ren"]

Captain August · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Embassy
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Val Kordova"]
Equipment: see bio

I am sorry about that, but we have to make sure you are not packing any drugs. He then told him, what his sentence was going to be. You're going to be sentenced to cold turkey, plus one month to make sure you're clean. Then he added, You then be given enough credits for a month rent, and food. Though you will get more money, if you prove you going clean. He then went to escort him to his cell, where he will spend the next six months.

He would escort him to brigs, where he would be confined behind a force field. Though he would checked daily by medics, and be supervised. There was not much more to do here, after all he was going very busy soon. He did not want to see the man suffer, as cold turkey was painful for them, and he did not want to judge him. Though this was the quickest way to get the man, back on the road to recovery. Also being behind a forcefield and under armed guard, means he can't steal anything. This was for his own good, he will shout and complain for now, but in a few months he will thank him.

As they got to his brig, If you want anything, just let one of the guards know. There will be people here twenty four hours a day every day, till you are out of here. You have food come through the hatch, and water and washing facilities. You can come out if you wish, and I am sorry for the hell we going to put you through, I heard going cold turkey is not a pleasant experience. He then waited to see if had anything to say, before he was put into his cell.

Sibar Laval · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Terminus Underworld
Allies: FO [member="Luther Ando"]
Enemies: ORC @Yula Pearl [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Zak Amroth"]

Sibar froze in place as the voice began echoing throughout the Underworld

"Who are you to make demands of the Rim? This planet is protected."

Sibar couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "Protected? That's got to be a joke. You call this protection? Gangs are killing each other and as far as I've seen no one has taken any action" As the stranger landed behind Sibar, the flametrooper quickly turned around with a now unhooked Incinerator aiming directly towards the resister.

"We don't need your kind of justice. So scram!"

Sibar laughed again, harder this time. "No, you dont WANT our justice. But you absolutely need it. You call this under control? Before we stepped in this place was absolutely uncontrolled. We are bringing order here so I will give you one warning to stand down. If you do not....I promise you your death will be a painful one." Three of the stormtroopers noticed Sibar being threatened and came to his aid, aiming their blasters straight at the rebel. Sibar didn't miss the ship making a low pass above them either and ordered five of the other troopers to get to the roofs to see what was going on.

Luther Lewis · Feb 12, 2019

Agent Ike Parker – Codename: Firebrand
Gang Hideout
[member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Zak Amroth"]

Ike’s was fighting back panic as he barely dodged the swing of the rusty blade. The Gamorrean moved fast, despite his bulk and all Ike could do was keep moving back and dodge the frenzied attack. “I should have done this years ago” Rog said, a hideous grin on his face. Ike was about to point out that he hadn’t been around years ago, but had to drop the line in favour of ducking and keeping his head.

‘I’m not going to get close enough to use this butter knife’ Ike thought, the switchblade still clutched in his left hand. ‘Unless…’ He circled around the Gamorrean, trying to get an angle on the alien’s unprotected side. Rog, heedless of Ike’s tactics, charged forward to close the distance between the two. Seeing his chance, Ike leaped to the side and swiped out with the blade.

The sharp edge carved a bloody swathe through the pig-man’s side, causing Rog to roar in pain. Ike rose, and started moving back towards Rog. Knowing he had the jump on the alien, he was moving forward to skewer him when the nearby wall caught fire.

A strong draught of hot air buffeted him just as tongues of flame started to lick at his boots. Distracted, he didn’t see the swing of the machete until it embedded itself in his shoulder. Ike screamed out and spasmed, bringing his switchblade around until it embedded itself in Rog’s chest.

The alien blinked in surprise, grunted and fell over. Dead. Ike picked up the machete and clutched at his shoulder, trying not to whimper. Just a few feet away, the side of the building caught fire properly, and the flames started to creep along the floor. “Well Yula, that was a neat trick” Ike said, without turning. “But now it is time to leave. I hear prison life in the First Order isn’t so…” Ike paused, having turned around completely.

“Kark” he whispered. She was gone. Ike ran over to the nearby open window, catching a glimpse of a pink form disappearing around a corner. Without thinking, he threw himself out the window, into the dumpster below. He cried out in pain as he landed awkwardly, his shoulder impacting with the metal.

“I need a pay raise” Ike muttered, as he crawled out of the rubbish.

Kahne Porte · Feb 12, 2019

Location:Star Temple

The archives aboard the star temple were one that Kahne wished he had more time to dwell into. Kahne had long looked into the history of a Jedi Master of the Old Republic, one whom existed a long time ago. And it seemed the information was plenty from what he could tell. The history of the Jedi was something of a great marvel and even tragedy, learn from the past to avoid such things in the future.

The Jedi Master closed out the screen he was looking at and that was when the word had reached his ears. And all the while there was a dark presence on the horizon, it had finally arrived here. The Jedi Master stood up quickly and his sense kicked in automatically already as he aided those in the archives trying to get things squared away as best as he could before he would make his way back to his room and don his armor and ready himself for the fight that was to come. The Jedi Master took a deep breath as he clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and left the room. Gala kicking at his heels as he glanced down towards her. "This is going to be potentially dangerous." The Jedi chuckled at the beeps that were coming from his droid as he made his way down the long hallway. The Jedi's brow furrowed as he felt the dark presence of one he face it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Interesting...

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

[member="Sieger Ren"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]

Kyrel Ren · Feb 12, 2019

https://youtu.be/JyrPzX3R5fQ

Location: FIV Wrath, Hanger Bay
Objective: Destroy the Jedi Temple and all who are in it.
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] First Order
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber

Kyrel stood within the Hanger Bay, watching as several of the Supreme Leader's attendants had begun suiting him in his own personal armor. The Dark Side aura around the man, clear as day. He seemed to wonder if this was the only group of Ren that would be dispatched to the Temple, both him, Sieger, and what he saw next was a Zabrak, perhaps either a native to the Iridonians or even possible the rare Dathomiri Nightbrothers. He could not tell, he could have been no older than 10 from the looks of it, yet if he was capable of holding his own in a fight. The Enforcer of Ren would have loved to see what the boy, this youngling could do in a fight.

Kyrel had no need to get suited up, already dressed in his armor, his lightsaber dangling underneath his belt. He was ready for a fight, yearned and hungered to destroy Jedi. For too long they had been a plague to which he witnessed first hand on Kaeshana. The memory still burned into his memory of the transports being destroyed, of all the innocent men and women that had died just for being Imperial. Thus began his life long mission to eradicate them from the galaxy, to kill them all one by one, and even the death of Zark didn't quench his thirst for Jedi blood. If anything it had only made him want more.

He looked and saw the hanger was outfitted with TIE Silencers, a craft of his design that he had brought back, Upsilon class shuttles. He did not know which to choose, whether to escort Sieger in a TIE or simply follow him and be apart of the boarding party. Looking to his dark master. He was impatient, it was clear in the force. His anger slowly rising to wish to be unleashed upon Sieger's enemies. He looked to them bowing his head in respect and asking of him. "My lord, when shall we begin?"

He said hoping that he didn't cause offense by being eager for Jedi blood. His fingers still rested on Vader's Bane, as if the saber was his most prized possession.

Atlas Drake · Feb 12, 2019

Location: Inner Terminus System
Objective: Safeguard Refugee Convoy
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Robogeber"]
Sieger's Angel: [member="Rae-Anna Ku"]

COMMAND DECK

KRV UTOPIA

It was something of a stand off.

They had been waiting on a response to their hail for long enough that the bridge had manifested an uncomfortable silence, they had been active scanned but so far no one had target painted their hull or maneuvered into a more aggressive posture. The more time passed, the more Captain Drake began to suspect that the Imperials were in fact just as surprised by this encounter as he was. He began to lean forward expectantly in his command throne, the raised dais at his bridge's epicenter allowed him an expansive view of both his command staff and a sunken holodisplay pit above which the system was articulated before him.

When his transmission was finally answered by a young woman claiming to be Commenori royalty, Atlas raised his brow. When she had finished her statement, it raised even farther.

"Greetings, your majesty," he inclined his upper body slightly in a gesture of sincere respect for her status as a foreign royal, "My name is Atlas Drake, I am captain of the Kathol Republic Vessel Utopia. You will have to forgive me, I'm having my people consult our most recent star charts but we were aware of no such claim held by the First Order over this system. Our records may be incomplete, but I was given to understand that Terminus was an independent port world ever since its secession from the Galactic Alliance."

Rising from his seat to stand, Drake paused to consider his next words. This is what he had trained for, but the cost of failure here in diplomacy would be incalculable.

"As to your...request. I'm afraid it presents us with some logistical challenges. We are flying under a banner of humanitarian aid, Terminus is the closest system to a critical conflict zone which has the means to provide the resources to assist us in managing the relocation and care for tens of thousands of what is now a displaced people. We would appreciate any assistance your government would be willing to provide in this matter, as a gesture of good faith that could possibly lead to a more productive relationship. In that spirit of cooperation, I feel that I should warn you of what I am sure your long range sensors have already begun to detect-"

"Incoming hyperspatial reversions!"

"Ah," Atlas frowned, "Too late."

"Receiving telemetry from the KRV Titan, Ascension, Vanguard, Solaris, Halcyon, Endurance-"

"Thank you, lieutenant," the captain cut his sensor chief off, able to see the ident tags appended to each holographic representation of the dozen Kathol Republic Navy ships now on his flank.

And they weren't alone.

Though they were all broadcasting telesponder codes registered to the Coalition's All Flags Armada, there were ships from worlds throughout the Territories. Most prominent were the Alliance-in-Exile, the Squib Polyanarchy, the Qektoth Confederation, and a small flotilla of Tof ships that could either be crewed by the enigmatic green skinned reavers or the Dar'tome Mando'ade, exiles from Mandalore who had ranged as far abroad as Firefist and taken Tof vessels as prizes. Either were unlikely allies, but Atlas could see both having their own motivations to see Terminus protected from both Sharukan and Imperial influence alike.

His communications pit received a flurry of hails. Atlas did not want to be rude to his Imperial counterpart, so he waved them away for the moment. On their own initiative the comm officers flagged three for imminent response; the Leviathan factory ship Reduce, Reuse, Exterminate which served as a command carrier for the Squib Reclamation Fleet, Admiral Thuku of the Alliance Remnant from aboard her new flagship, as well as the KRV Titan under the command of Admiral Stone, Drake's direct superior.

"I think we both understand that the next actions we take could have potentially dire consequences," he said at last, steeling himself before Princess Ku with newly earned resolve, "Not just for us, but for the entire system. But you must understand, locking down independent travel and commerce throughout this region could have equally dire consequences. Would you be willing to discuss the possibility of declaring this region a neutral zone until representatives from both sides can meet to discuss its future under less...unexpected circumstances?"

All Flags Armada

Squib Reclamation Fleet
Leviathan Factory Ship/Carrier
Cal-class Battleship
Needle Ship x20
Kathol Navy
Star Dragon-class Star Destroyers x2
Majestic II-class Heavy Cruisers x4
Marauder-class Corvettes x6
Tof Kingdom
Prince-class Tof Bulk Cruiser
Royal-class Tof Light Clipper x2
Qektoth Confederation
Bishop-class Heavy Cruiser x2
Ascendant-class Assault Frigate x2

Zak Dymo · Feb 12, 2019

Supreme Leader's Page Boy
Location: FIV Wrath
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Equipment: First Order Page Attire | Crossguard Lightsaber
Engaging: None, currently

[ jorah's theme ]

The young Zabrak was in awe as the entourage entered into the hangar bay.

There were a variety of armors, arms, and equipment. Many of them emblazoned with the distinctive red color that had come to be associated with the Supreme Leader's elite praetorian guard.

As the Supreme Leader stretched out his arms, Jorah moved to the armor rack to draw the first piece of Sieger Ren's armor. Returning to the Supreme Leader's side, the child paused a step away so to allow room enough for a respectful bow, before he approached and began the task of fitting the armor piece to the man's body. Then stepped away to retrieve the next piece and continue the process of girding the Supreme Leader.

There seemed an incongruity. The armor didn't quite fit in spots as it should have, but the boy merely kept the his head and continued working silently. As he did, Master Kyrel approached and spoke to their singular authority.

Finishing the task of girding the armor to the figure, the boy stepped away while the Dark Lords spoke. Passing by the armor rack, the boy came to the weapons armory, where he withdrew a distinctive lightsaber. Cradling that metal baton in both hands, the youngling crossed back through the hangar bay toward where Sieger and Kyrel were.

Giving another bow, the child kept his head low as he offered the lightsaber out toward the Supreme Leader.

Progflaw99 · Feb 12, 2019

Location: FIV Wrath, Hangar Bay

Objective: Hunt
Allies: The First Order | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] | [member="Kaiah Nihl"]

Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]

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Sieger watched the others with him prepare themselves as the disciple turned momentary squire began to clasp and attach his armor. Eyes passing from one to the next the Supreme Leader released a quiet sigh. Not too long ago their number had been doubled, tripled even - now they were hardly enough to fill out the boarding shuttle he intended on using. *But these are the worthy ones.* the echo in the darkness of his mind spoke. He could not deny the truth whispered forth from the depths - these truly were Sieger's chosen.

An eager Kyrel inquired as to their plans Sieger smiled. "We shall begin - now." The final clasp secured and his saber offered by the page Sieger nodded in thanks, receiving it unto his palm. "Thank you, your dedication is noted." Looking briefly at each one of the Knights of Ren accompanying him, he motioned towards a corner of the hangar. "We have places to be." Sieger pointed towards a blacked out boarding shuttle, strange runes carved into its surface. As his hand rose towards the shuttle they emitted a soft glow, their purpose to the other Ren unknown. "The enemy is already aware of our presence, but this will ensure we arrive on schedule." He grinned.

The Supreme Leader and his Knights of Ren stepped to. Moments later the shuttle and its occupants escaped the hold of the FIV Wrath and turned its muted hull towards the Shield of Light. The runes were unlikely to conceal their presence, that was already know - how could it not be given Sieger's own magnitude of power? What it was likely to do was conceal their exact location, at least until they had made entry. There would be nothing subtle about that.

Dax Perl · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Terminus
Objective: Honestly, idefk anymore
Allies: ORC, [member="Yula Perl"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Sibar Laval"]
Nearby: [member="Luther Ando"]

The curt orders being shouted reached Dax's ears before he saw the Stormtroopers. Unfortunate. For them at least. Two sabers screamed and roared to life as the Reaper rushed towards the three white-clad troopers as they raised their blasters and began to send red bolts careening towards him. An orange and yellow screen of plasma swatted the deathly bolts aside as the Rogue closed distance. The first trooper would find his blaster no longer firing and missing its barrel before finding a yellow blade sprouting from his chest, thrust through his back. The second would only have a chance to turn in an aim his weapon before he felt the searing blade gouge its way across his chest. The last only felt a ghostly impact before being sent flying off the rooftop, and into the wall of an adjacent building. It was unlikely he felt the duracrete below, dying as soon as he made impact with the hard surface. The Rogue peered over the edge as he heard the body splatter against the ground...right in front of a very familiar pink skinned, brunette woman. "Yula?" the man called down before leaping from his perch down to her, "What are you doing here?" he asked, before noticing the burns the covered her arm, "And who the feth am I killing?"

Robogeber · Feb 13, 2019

Allies: [member="Rae-Anna Ku"] | [member="Sieger Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Location: FIV Pellaeon, Terminus System
Objective: Assert imperial dominance
Theme: When has become now | Michael Gianncino (x)

"Admiral, we have comms frequency to the Executioner." The Signals Officer informed the Grand Admiral, as he watched the approach of more vessels. Intriguing. Seemed this had been some form of previously organised rendezvous. Perhaps it was for the best, the First Order was now in defensive position, and set against what seemed to be an awfully strange composition of vessels. As each vessel moved closer, the batteries aboard the heavy battleships turned, and readied themselves. Primed to crush whomever decided to fire first.

"Patch us through, I want to listen." The Grand Admiral coolly drawled, before standing tall at his command post. The entire bridge was dialled in, listening first and foremost to the Commoner princess, and then, the response from one, Captain Drake. The Grand Admiral, needless to say, was unamused. "So, he would like to speak to a representative of the Order, eh?" He sardonically mused, a small smirk pursing his holographic lips, "Well then, we shall oblige," He turned to two technicians, standing at the rear of the command deck, "Please, proceed." The technicians moved, and manually connected the Grand Admiral to the airwaves. During this conference, the Grand Admiral would appear, not as the monstrous automaton, a ghost of a man. But rather, Rausgeber in flesh.

"Perhaps I can act as the First Order's representative." Rausgeber coolly glowered. He was attired in glistening white tunic, the banner of Grand Admiral sat on his chest. He was well groomed, clean shaven, and his hair, blonde, albeit with majestic flecks of grey, combed neatly. "Captain Drake, I am Grand Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber, of the First Order Sixth Expeditionary Fleet. Consider this meeting a pleasure." The officer continued, in case his adversaries required some introduction. He paused, allowing them a moment, "The idea that Terminus can remain unchecked as an independent system is anathmatic to our values as a nation, and our dignity." He scowled, "It is a hive of criminal activity, a weeping sore, which must be healed, by imperial justice."

The Grand Admiral then looked down at his console, and then back at the projector, starring right at the Captain, "While we may acknowledge your humanitarian credentials, and you may truly be hauling civilians, that doesn't change the facts of the situation." He paused, and allowed a slick smile, wolfish in nature, "These civilians have come from somewhere, no?" He added, "Somewhere, presumably, you failed to protect." he continued, touching on the scattered intel from Saijo. "We, as shown by our presence here, are far better armed, and capable of securing this sector than this ragtag flotilla you have summoned." He allowed a small chuckle, "Of course, if you are unable to accept these terms, I am more than happy to repeat them to a suitable candidate."

Sixth Fleet Expeditionary Command

Imperator Command:

Apex Squadron:

Menace Squadron

Guardian Squadron

Artemis Squadron

Zak Amroth · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Terminus Undercity
Objective: The People's Champion
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition - [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Dax Fyre"]
Enemies: The First Order - [member="Sibar Laval"] (nearby) | [member="Luther Ando"]
Equipment: Expeditionary Suit, Hand Cannon, Lightsaber, Backup Sabers

TERMINUS DEPTHS

Zak glanced side to side at the stormtroopers who moved to surround him while their leader spoke, and then up at sleek freighter making a low pass overhead. His lips quirked up into a sly grin. He recognized the ship, for there were none quite like it, the Sparrow. He was no longer alone.

"I know those law books mean a lot to you, but not out here. Out here a man settles his own problems."

The deputy raised his hand away from his blaster slowly, so as not to provoke any of the Imperials from perceiving his movement as a threat. With his hands outstretched to show they were empty, he began to roll up the sleeves of his expeditionary suit. He cracked his knuckles, a fearsome gleam in his eyes.

"You call it control, we call it slavery. We've been fightin' your kind for hundreds of years. You say you want order, but you're just another gang same as the rest. Underneath that fancy armor you're just petty thugs."

Amroth motioned Sibar forward, gesturing with his hands. Then he raised them into fists.

"Come on, then. You wanna prove might makes right? You and me. No backup, no mind tricks."

Cathul Thuku · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Terminus system
Objective: Protect the refugee convoy
Allies: [member="Atlas Drake"]
Enemies: [member="Robogeber"]

"The rest of the refugee convoy has finally arrived in-system!" the sensor technician announced. "And the suspect contacts are becoming more clear now"

"Defensive formations! Protect the refugee convoy, it's too risky now to microjump aft, but weapons hold is still in effect. Potentate, begin charging the beam, single reactor ignition; all ships, prepare targeting solutions"

The slowest stragglers have finally arrived after the various All Flags entities did the same. Tof, Squib, Kathol, Qektoth, with Therapy Command being the contingent of the Alliance-in-Exile. However, her initial plan to microjump aft of any enemy fleet became much riskier; it may have been viable if there was no convoy to defend, but her involvement with the convoy was present since the very beginning. There were just so many of them, I had to be there for the convoy, lest the Nagai think that Therapy Command and, to a lesser extent, the Alliance-in-Exile has let them down, even if it meant proceeding differently, Cathul thought, while the standoff in orbit continued. She could also feel the crewmembers among her fleet were getting increasingly restless at this point. Especially since they were the vanguard that went ahead to screen for the refugee convoy. Also, the fleet began to assume defensive positions, with the escorts in the periphery and the largest ships in the center. Now that the picture of hostiles became more clear, targeting solutions began to be plotted, but there was no firing at them just yet. What made this situation rather interesting was that there was a wide variety of ships brought to Terminus, some of them even belonging to unlikely (or temporary) allies, all there operating as one, to the extent it was feasible, arrayed in defensive positions.

"Therapy Command in position, but still on weapons hold" Cathul acknowledged on the FLEETCOM channel once defensive positions were assumed, which included [member="Atlas Kane"] and the various sub-unit commanders.

Sibar Laval · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Terminus Underworld
Objective: Cleanse the Underworld
Allies: FO [member="Luther Ando"]
Enemies: ORC [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Yula Perl"]

Sibar didn't even need to see the troopers die, all he had to do was hear the static of their coms to know that they failed the mission. The flametrooper sighed and watched the strange man before he challenge Sibar to a fist fight.

"Come on, then. You wanna prove might makes right? You and me. No backup, no mind tricks."

Sibar was quiet, seemingly contemplating the fight but in reality Sibar had actually had turned off the external speakers for his helmet. "This is Major Sibar Laval requesting AT-FA support in the Underworld. Some of these thugs are more....resilient than expected and don't seem challenged by our troopers alone." After the request was sent Sibar switched back on the external speakers of his helmet. "Alright. Men continue on your duties, do not worry about me." The troopers hesitated for a moment before turning away from the thug and continuing with their original task. Sibar shook his head a little "Might 'makes right' as you say but you must be ignorant to not notice that our might is technological ." Right after Sibar said that he pulled the trigger of his flamethrower, the flames erupting from the gun and moving straight towards the flametrooper's 'challenger'. "Idiot." That was all that Sibar said after his trigger was pulled, he didn't have any clue what made the man believe that Sibar was going to fist fight him?

Elaine Thul · Feb 13, 2019

Location: transitioning from Embassy to Underground gang warzone
Allies: ORC [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Yula Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Luther Ando"]

The general order a transport to be cleared of refugees, and they had to be put elsewhere on the compound. The task was not straightforward, as kids don't like the upheaval, mums complaining about having to move on such short notice. This was not going to be easy, but it was necessary as they had to keep recruiting, and they had to keep the FO order out. This was a priority, as they may try and take if they think they can beat her forces. To do this they need to know her strength, and that was something she needed to protect. So despite the complaining, in spite of the children crying they where moving. She was also had to go find out what was happening out there, as otherwise she was going to be waiting to be under siege, and that was not a desirable option ether.

She got four Triceratops, and a platoon of infantry and five housecarls in them. As well as small group of five scouts, to follow them on there bikes.They set out from the compound, and she knew she need more manpower than she could spare. She sent out a request, to the militia she had been training. They where not under her command, they where part of this planets limited governments authority, To all Terminus militia forces, please meet us at grid reference forty two by seventeen. I will be there within the hour, the first order are on your planet, and will try and govern you there way. This is your only chance, to stop that and govern yourself in The Outback Coalition, if you wish it. Though you govern yourselves if you wish as well, but they impose there order on you. and you have no choice on it. So today is the only day you can make that choice for yourself, fight and choose own destiny, or not and let them choose it for you. I will be fighting for your right to choose, please join me. Also if you have ability to fight, but don't want to join up, and don't want to see them take over, meet me there. This was sent on an open frequency, she was trying to speak to as many people as possible. She hoped even some gang would be listening, and come fight by there side, and unite against the first order. As her initial reports said, they where being burnt out by the first order. She hoped they could all unite against a common enemy, but she would not know until she got there.

Dominic Craig · Feb 13, 2019

Allies: [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Isobel Nakano"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | @Captain August
Objective: Escape
Location: Holding Cell, Ex-GA Embassy
Equipment: Infanty MK-II Armour (x) | 3x Painkiller Syringes | FO Suspect MKI (x) | Infantry MKII Blaster (x)

Dominic Craig strode around his cell, plotting. It was a familiar theme for the officer, he'd often been caught in cages, and this one was no different. Another cell, another strategy. One sentry, outside, and attired in some form of powered armour. Guy probably wouldn't expect much fight from some supposed junkie, still he needed a cue. An in. And that's where he found it. The toilet. Shimmying his bed over a bit, Dominic looked over the toilet, and then back at the guard. "Hey man!" He called out, "The toilet, it's uh, it don't look so good."

The guard turned around, and cocked his head, "What's wrong?" Dominic needed to think of something quick and easy, he starred into the bowl, and feigned disgust, shaking his head. Back up. Toilets always backed up, and prison ones, were especially rank. "Come on!" The guard barked, "What's happening?"

"I don't know man, I just...." He let his voice trail off, and then gagged, "God, I think it's backing up!" He looked over at the guard, "Hurry up man!" He called out. Dominic heard the guard deactivate the forcefield, and move in. The prisoner, now shuffled away, and watched the guard leer over the toilet, looking down at it. Dominic meanwhile, took the blanket off of his bed, and then twisted it around. The guard leaned further and further forward, examining the toilet.

"I don't know what you're talking ab-!" Dominic struck, a boot sent the trooper now slamming into the wall, and falling over. As the trooper struggled to get up, Dominic then slid the blanket, up and around his head, and against his throat, before pulling. The trooper gagged, and coughed, kicking and struggling, until he went limp. Good. Now Dominic clasped his leg, and pulled him from the cell, into the wider observation room. There was a table, chair, and transmitter, as well as a maintenance closet.

Dominic quickly, and deftly relieved the trooper of his armour, and disposed of him, with a quick crack of his neck. Stowing the naked trooper into the closet, Dominic attired it. As he did, Elaine Thul's warning rang out on the transmitter. Seemed like the forces here were on the move, and were hostile against the First Order. There needed to be a warning sent out. Somewhere, somehow. Given he was now incognito as a Thul trooper, Dominic exited the holding room, before sabotaging the panel, and sealing it. At least until a technical crew could attend. Slipping into the halls, Dominic Craig began to stride through, searching for something or someone to break.

Yula Perl · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Terminus Undercity
Objective: Family Matters
Enemies: FO, fire
Nearby FO: [member="Luther Ando"] [Ike Parker] | [member="Sibar Laval"]
Nearby ORC: [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Elaine Thul"]

A few blocks away from dumpster ground zero, Yula paused for a momentary rest and to take stock of the situation. In all of the commotion, she hadn’t noticed that one of the gangbangers followed her ungraceful exit from the window. She’d managed to sneak past a few troopers spraying flames into an old storage facility serving as a gang hideout, distinctive white armor sending a chill down her spine. She remembered them from Skor II, remembered them flooding the bazaar in a torrent of white and black. It had been her first real battle, and Yula swore that if she survived this one, she was getting some proper armor. Maybe an implant or two.

One of those white suits of armor made impact directly in front of her, on the ground, neck and limbs bent at angles that they shouldn’t be. “…!” Pressing her back against the wall and instinctively lowering herself into a crouch, Yula peered upwards to try and see the source of the projectile trooper.

“Yula?” Exhaling audibly in relief, the Zeltron closed her eyes for a brief moment. “Uncle Dax,” Her voice came out hoarse, and she paused to try and clear her throat. “How’s Saya doing? And Ki?” Her younger cousin Saya was always a handful, but Yula considered herself lucky that Dax had allowed her to babysit his old child. Ah, memories.

“Long story. A gang was trying to ransom me off to mom. And if you’re looking for someone to kill…that would be me.” She smiled sheepishly, though there was a hint of misplaced pride in her expression. “I ended up setting myself on fire and falling out the window, but I got out alright. And now I found you, or you found me, but either way, here we are. Didn’t realize that the First Order was behind all this.” She gestured towards the tendrils of smoke curling above them and into the sky.

She could hear chatter from his commlink, making out bits and pieces from the seemingly anonymous broadcast.

“…, fight and choose own destiny, or not and let them choose it for you. I will be fighting for your right to choose, please join me…”

Yula let out a low whistle. “Sounds like the cavalry is arriving. Not sure why the Order thinks they can burn up the 'Rim, but oh well.” No sense in asking questions now, what was happening was happening. Didn’t mean that her stomach wasn’t turning at the thought of tangling with the military machine, but the Coalition was scrappy. Still, the levity in her voice was more for her sake.

“Hey, you got any spare blasters I can hold on to for a while? Blades? Or anything, really.” Yula held up the jagged edge of glass she’d be carrying around. “I’d sure hate to get kidnapped again.”

Janick Beauchamp · Feb 13, 2019

Location: Briar Nebula -> Terminus
Objective: Fighter patrol
Allies: ORC
Enemies: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

After engaging the Black Rose in the Briar Nebula, Janick and her squadron came back to refueling and rearming. Once that was done, with all craft being outfitted with two cluster missiles, each of them having five guided concussion missiles for submunitions, it appeared that a priority call came from Terminus. As if she was to scout ahead of the convoy, which was to maintain safe distance from any suspicious contact, not until they can positively be identified for IFF purposes. Speaking of suspicious contacts, there was one of those contacts that seemed to trigger painful memories in her. Yet, she only needed to treat them as suspect, and not necessarily hostile since there was no fire exchanged between the First Order and the ORC at this point. That, somehow, upon reversion, seeing that one suspicious contact on the scope was enough to lose control over her memories. At the beginning of an uncontrollable flashbacks, she was still able to let one transmission through on comms. That, even though she was still within safe distance of the ORC fleet, to which she can return if necessary:

"The Pellaeon! Ugh!" Janick screamed over the squadron's frequency, with undertones of pain, gasping in horror at the sight of that ship.

"What's happening?" Wololo asked, questioning why she seemed to be losing control. "We're under fleet-wide weapons hold"

"Stay out of... ugh! That ship!" Janick's voice tone was definitely not normal; she was sounding as if she drank too much Asobi 95% tihaar.

Poodoo: we may have led a daring attack on the topside port bow of that SSD on Dagobah, when the GE attacked that planet, but we didn't sever that ship back then. Now the First Order controls it, and I may be wondering whether there were any surviving crewmembers onboard that thing that has an axe to grind against me specifically, Janick thought, while the reality of the Pellaeon being in Terminus' orbit. And then the stream of visions pertaining to the Pellaeon took over her mind. Everything in that poisonous vision began with the ORC, and then came the Mando betrayal of the GA/ORC. As much as she tried to snap out of it, she seemed unable to at this point. Also, a camera installed inside the cockpit would show her in a delirium state, which only became worse when the vision proceeded to the phase that she had the most personal involvement in. The dive-bombing of the Pellaeon. Which was, at the time, a moment of glory, but is today tarnished in her mind forever. I will never see Dagobah or the Pellaeon the same ever again, Janick thought, while the vision's grip on her mind began to lessen.

Shusugaunt Ghost (Janick's PC craft)
12 Lyulka-class elite fighters (standard configuration)

Sara Lee Jones · Feb 13, 2019

Objective - attack
Allies - first order
Enemies- [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

The one thing about being a pilot? You watched the war from above, it was a artwork of war and death themselves painting a picture with fire and smoke across a canvas...the moment was short lived as her sensors went off, 13 fighters it seemed and she was the only one nearby. Grasping her controls she let a breath out, she had a wingman in a tie fighter that was it really....against 13 fighters seemed like some crazy odds...

dont fire on them...not until they get closer or fire first

Sara let a breath out, she had been gripping the control a bit hard and caused her hands to go numb. Taking a breath to relax herself she pressed the stick forward half hoping the enemy would pull away, if not...she would fo what she was trained for

Captain August · Feb 14, 2019

Location: Embassy
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: [member="Dominic Craig"] [member="Val Kordova"]
Equipment: see bio

He was heading to the command center, when he was contacted by General Booth Your prisoner has escaped, and damaged the camera feed. I have some troops going to his last known postion, and I have closed the doors on the ship. Though he may be outside, so I have had to raise base alert level from Amber to Red. This meant nobody came in or out, without express permission from him. I have also switched everyone else comms, so he does not know what we know. Though we do have some comms chatter going to him, like he will know we know he has escaped. Though he will not know, that we trying to track him. This will be a slow process, as it is basically trying to switch from one troopers camera to another, and seeing when one comes up dead. This meant when a trooper, could see another, they where jumping to that other troopers feed, to see if there was one. Then when they find it, they can track that suit. This would take time though, and was painstaking process, especially with so many troops on the site.

Then he replied, I take it anyone leaving, without permission will be shot, also everyone else but him know this correct. The General replied Yes, that is correct. He then stopped in mid sentence, Wait, we got a feed on his cell, the trooper is dead. Damn Carl was dead, he thought the lad was getting married next week, and his fiance was pregnant with his first child. He was going to make this agent pay, not by death, but live the rest of his life in pain. He was not a forgiving man, especially to people who take him for a fool. The hunt was now on, and it was october, and code is red. As they talked, troops doubled up on walls, and gates where on full alert, to a threat from behind. The embassy was locked down, no one was coming in or out, and he was now going to ship to see if he could find him, with two other housecarls, the other ninety three of them, began taking up positions, to prevent his escape.

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the new colossus

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