Rebellion Rebellion of Delrakkin

[Force Narrative]

The planet of Delrakkin is a wasteland, lawless and dangerous. To travel someone needs a band of mercenaries to protect them. But the Order wishes to change that. The Outer Planet Allience's goverment is crumbling, and new leaders must care for their worlds. The time has come for new powers to rise. We will seize the opportunity.

Now the Order of the Force's armies move to the planet to help the few people that care for their planet to take it.

--[Objective 1]--
-[Take Delrakkin Space]-
The fleets will move in and secure the space around Delrakkin. Do not harm any civilian vessels, and destroy any military or aggressive ships.

--[Objective 2]--
-[Take planets Surface]-
Move to the major city in the northern hemisphere and secure it. Again, take out hostiles but protect civilians, local militias may come to support us.
Lunafreya Solidor | Extari Kanos | Signal | Venku Bralor | Sukia Priest​

 

[Varloc]

Post: 1
Objective: 1

Varlocs flagship the Avenger jumped from hyperspace, along with it were 4 Imperium class star destroyers. All TOF units move in and engage hostiles, I want a swift victory. An officer came up to Varloc. Sir a small fleet has been discovered close by. We believe they are coming twords us to attack. Eliminate them, close in and open fire. With that a battle began, the defenders launched their small fighters to engage the TOF's larger ships.

 

[Venku Bralor]

Venku swept through the city with the other soldiers, his staff in hand as he came in close. He always did prefer close quartered combat. The ends of his staff crackled with electricity as he pulled an enemy combatant forward with the force. He still couldn't do much more than force pulls, but that just allowed him to refine them. Now, despite his lackluster ability with anything else, he was at least proficient with his one ability.
The force blared at him, shoving the information of a blaster bolt behind him moments before it was fired, allowing him to dodge smoothly. Or two, if one considered the premonitions. Though he had little control over those.

Bones snapped and skulls were crushed under the weight of his staff, which whirled around him like the sandstorms of home, crackling with electricity all the while. He missed home, but Varloc had asked for his help. Suffice to say he decided to help his old friend. Dust swirled around him as he pulled on a nastily sharp piece of debris, sending it flying into an enemy before him. A shot bounced off his beskar pauldron, leaving Venku unharmed and the shooter open to fire by the troops around him. Compared to them, he was definitely the odd one out. With his orange and red beskar'gam and electric staff. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Battle raged, the cries of the injured and dying filling the street. Venku alone left many dying. Staves were blunt trauma weapons, but they were still deadly. They could easily crush a skull or shatter ribs. The first was relatively quick, the second was a long and painful way to die. Even so, Venku didn't choose the weapon for the pain. It allowed them mobility, and often common men, ones more used to vibro blades and blasters, under estimated weapons without shooty bits or sharp edges.

Dust gathered around the Togorian as he pulled an opponent within range. The ground troops had landed not too long ago, but the fighting was intense and few enemies refused to back down, too stupid or too brave. They may be aruetii, but the mandalorian would commend them for their bravery, even if is was a di'kut thing to do. Life wasn't something to throw away so easily.
Still they fought, clearing streets until they ran into a group of fellow soldiers and commanders? He wasn't quite sure. Venku wasn't quite a part of the army. Varloc had asked for help and the mandalorian wasn't going to turn down their old friend. Even so, Venku didn't plan to stay for long. He had too much to see, too much to do. His wanderers heart wouldn't be happy, sticking around for more then a few months.
More foes fell as they approached the others, making their way to the other leader for a sit rep. Best to know what's going on.

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Varloc Lunafreya Solidor Extari Kanos Signal Sukia Priest ​

 

[Sakuran Narrative]

Klaxons sounded as the grizzled Sakuran Admiral stepped onto the bridge,"SITREP!" her barked as he made his way to his command station. His eyes poured over the reports now scrolling across his display under furrowed brows. He turned to his XO, who nodded in support.

The Admiral clicked his personal mic to broadcast,"All ships, raise status to DEFCON 2! Do not engage unless engaged first. We are still awaiting the arrival of the rest of the Norther Reaches Fleet. Comms, send a message to FLEET and let them know what's happening here and to advise."

Across the large gathering of Imperial vessels, Sakuran sailors and Marines, who were enjoying some rest, scrambled to man positions and ready their ships. This was the rendezvous for the Eastern Fleets before the trip to Demonsgate. Now, the planet was under siege, and their orders were not to intervene.

The Admiral watched his screen closely, ready to give the order to attack if needed.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Delrakkin City
Sakuran Narrative
Venku Bralor Varloc

Imyusoph. Terminus. Yalara. Zonju V. The edge of the edge of the galaxy. The northernmost border of the Outer Planet's Alliance, where the threat of the First Order conquest had been greatest, many of them even being under direct threat of occupation. But Tiland had a soft spot for these out-of-the-way worlds. Many of them were jungle worlds and Delrakkin City was a pinnacle of civilization this far out. Inhabited mostly by the native reptilian on a mountain high above the torrential, endless storms, it was a place of calm surrounded by storms.

The symbolism always struck him as appropriate. The galaxy, especially close to the center, was shredded by wars and conflict, but there were quiet pockets here and there, places of rest and contemplation.

And that was violently, brutally taken from Delrakkin by an invading force. Most of OPA's forces were scattered across the vast swathes of territory, with the closest world of any significant military force being at Terminus. Yet the Sakuran fleet had rallied here prior to their departure back to their homeworld. It was what brought him here, for he had an old friend among their fleet, and they had come to meet for tea. When the fleets assembled, they would depart, his friend returning home and Tiland would continue his journeys, Or perhaps he would stay. He had not yet to decide.

But already he could hear the sounds of weapons firing in the city streets as the local Partisan and defensive units tried to hold back the invaders, but were cut down by the sudden assault. Tiland frowned and knitted his eyebrows, eying the cup of tea, only now perfectly steeped that steamed quietly on the table in front of him. The other patrons of the small tea-shop had fled the approaching violence, escaping deep into the underground cities that sheltered the rest of the inhabitants from the endless deluges.

He had no desire to abandon his tea. But it seemed impossible that his friend could join him now and there were those who needed help evading the assault.

That left only one option. Wrapping his hand in cloth, he picked up the cup of tea with one hand and his walking staff with another before pacing out the door, the stick rapping softly on the stone streets. The old monk threaded his way through the crowd as they fled the attackers. He wasn't even sure who they were or why they were attacking.

Not far away, chunks of stone and duracrete exploded from a nearby building, raining down in a nearby alley. Tiland froze for a moment and held still as the aftershocks tore through the streets. It swayed beneath his feet and apprehension knotted around his stomach, but he kept a slow, steady breath. He turned a corner and knelt beside a figure in a familiar uniform. His friend had been caught in the attack and crushed, collateral damage, but not yet dying. Unconscious and bleeding, but alive.

Slowly, Tiland knelt to the ground, laying the staff in front of him and setting the cup of tea next to it. He half-closed his eyes, drawing deep from the Force, and placed gnarled fingers on the kitsune's brow, letting the Force flow through Tiland into his friend, bolstering his natural strength and urging the body's natural healing. With his other hand, Tiland withdrew the comlink and activated it, syncing to the fleet in orbit.

"Hello? Is this patched through? Yes? Yes, good. Yes, this is Jedi Master Tiland Kortun. A friend of mine, part of your forces, was injured in the attack, and he's trapped beneath rubble with internal injuries. Can you send someone capable of removing the rubble and evacuating him to a proper medical ward?"

Footsteps and blaster fire echoed around the corner as the vanguard of the attacking force came around the corner. Tiland, picked up the staff and the tea, and rose to his feet. A long, pleasant sip of tea before he gave his sternest glare to the attackers.

"Go home, wherever you call home. End this insanity before your actions kill more innocent people. Hasn't this galaxy seen enough bloodshed with your going and starting more?"

 

[Varloc]

Objective: 1
Post: 2
Tags: Sakuran Narrative | Tiland Kortun | Venku Bralor

Varloc moved to a com station, This is Varloc of the Order of the Force, we thank you for your support. Varloc then told one of his officers, Deploy the ground forces, try to lead hostiles away from the populated areas.

Then many troop carriers, carrying multiple battalions descended from the fleet dropping to the capital.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | Delrakkin
L O C A T I O N | Bastion Academy
T A G S | Venku Bralor , Varloc
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Sitting looking at the chaotic scenery beyond the thick glass of the command bridge, Lunafreya could see ships destroying ships, fighters cruising fast and bombers looking for points to do as much damage as they could against the enemies of the Delrakkin. It was curious to think that somewhere in space, perhaps not far from there, absolutely nothing was happening, children were playing on the grass, fathers got up early for work while meals were planned lovingly by their mothers and much more beyond those stars, crossing by nebulas and systems of planets ruled by strange races was home. The jewel of the splendor of its people, Kaikielius, the first home of the elzeri after the abandonment of the great ancient pilgrimage through space.

The elzeri was seated in the command chair, above officers and operatives, her eyes closed for an instant while her face rested gently on the palm of her gloved hand touching her chin. Sold by her father to a king, Lunafreya seemed to be handling this better than she expected, she couldn't remember the time in her childhood that she didn't dream of leaving her planet and life in the decadent monarchy of the Tapani Sector, and now that she had accomplished this, as her sister Ashelia had achieved, but now all she could find wherever she went in that vast galaxy filled with millions of sentient beings was disorder and chaos.

Endless wars fought by monarchs and despots maddened by power and whim, and while the New Imperial Order struggled to restore stability and continuity to galactic life, others also fought for justice and freedom. It was the founder of House Solidor who had famously said when he ascended the throne: 'War is an endless road, full of curves and shoulders, but it never ends', she wondered if her sister felt the same way, wherever that she was.

"My princess, they have arrived.", She heard the familiar voice of Podrick, her squire, murmuring softly on her right side, so close that she could smell the mint on her breath. He remained standing behind the command chair, at a safe distance from Lunafreya's pets, and as she opened her eyes to face the command bridge again, she noticed the unpleasant silhouette of Captain Lothor Macduff, standing and staring at the elf in search of answers.

"May I ask what it is about, princess?", And choosing to completely ignore the presence of that unpleasant being in her eyes, Lunafreya rose from the command chair, she did so slowly, almost lazily.

"Operative, open a channel for the Valkyria Squad.", She waited a moment, with her hands crossed on the back of her body. Holding them tightly and standing upright, with her proud posture and her face bathed in the natural grace of her people as she watched four holographic figures appear before her eyes, all women, two of them were elzeri, one was a miraluka and the another was a rattataki, these were known as the Four Bestias. “This is an order from Lunafreya Nabaat Solidor, Second Princess of the Interstellar Protectorate for the Captains of the Valkyria Squadron: Natanis Beauclair, Vara Novigrad, Salma Picard and Portia Calogera! Battle Formation Xevek, Level Five, the enemy is the Delrakkin Species and under my authority I authorize the use of full force. Deploy every vessel, take down every ship and crush this scum!”

“Yes, my lord!”, All four responded immediately at once before hanging up and around Engaged, as shown on the open map in front of Lunafreya the corvettes took up positions at four different points, like an 'x' where at its center was the ship now held by Princess Lunafreya.

"Dispatch the fighters and bombers against the nearest ships, keep going to the center of the battlefield." She then turned her attention to the human behind her. "You. Lead your team and offer support to our ships as they invade Delrakkin. I want that planet under my control until the next cycle!”

"Yes, ma'am.", he replied to her. Lunafreya walked slowly to her seat and nodded for the captain to begin the attack on the nearest enemy ships.

"Attack with everything we have to pave the way, send the smaller ships to our vanguard to offer support for our endeavor." She relaxed her arms in the command chair, making herself more comfortable. "Order the Valkyria 1 to drop all proton bombs against your right and for the Valkyria 2 to increase its position by 5 knots, otherwise it will break the formation." She let out a long breath after that, tilting her head to the left side in the most comfortable part of her seat, the fingers of her right hand sliding down her thick thigh to the hilt of her weapon, gently stroking her old friend. "I should have landed on the planet. At least I would see the sights..."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Medvac
Location : Terminus -> Delrakkin
Allies: Tiland Kortun Sakuran Narrative
Suspicious: Order of the Force

"We're being hailed, admiral!"

"Patch it through!"

"Hello? Is this patched through? Yes? Yes, good. Yes, this is Jedi Master Tiland Kortun. A friend of mine, part of your forces, was injured in the attack, and he's trapped beneath rubble with internal injuries. Can you send someone capable of removing the rubble and evacuating him to a proper medical ward?"

"This is Therapist Actual. We're on our way but there is going to be some delay, so all forces currently present must hold the hostiles away from civilians" She then turned to her crew in the CIC. "Set course for Delrakkin, have all medvac shuttles at the ready and have escorts on standby, weapons hold"

Therapy Command. While back in its heyday, it may have been able to engage the major fleets of dark-sider factions, today it's a shadow of its former self. However, it can still be relied upon for some medvac operations, but the largest ships were all but forced into mothballs. But before the OPA collapsed, Therapy Command was mostly used for smaller-scale operations, along with patrolling. Nevertheless, it was prudent to have escorts on hand, but escorts would need to be kept on "weapons hold" which, in a medvac context, essentially meant they weren't to fire unless under attack. In the end, it just wouldn't be the same on the bridge without Julie: she would become more nervous with someone else piloting the ship, especially since Julie left the OPA a while ago. Lightspeed! Meanwhile, in the hangar, the medvac shuttles, white with a red cross on their outer hulls, were being readied, with medical droids, medical equipment being loaded so that they could extract injured civilians upon arrival. But who knew what would await them at the other end, once the jump was complete?

 

[Venku Bralor]

Tags: Cathul Thuku Varloc Sakuran Narrative Lunafreya Solidor Tiland Kortun @

The comms buzzed with talk, enemy positions and other information. In all of this, a call for help was issued. Venku ignored it. Too focused on the disaster he saw in the force.
Before the fighting had started he explained to his soldiers that he was sometimes taken by force visions in inopportune moments, and that if he were to collapse in combat, they needed to protect his body. Of course, the visions weren't really seeing.

Danger prickled through his senses, flashing through his mind in that lightning fast way of the force.
A planet, this planet, something was happening. That came like stone, a solid fact but gone just as quick.
Fighting, blasters and vibroblades. Us versus them.
He knew this. What was the force trying to tell him?

The knowledge slammed into him like a bag of beskar. Dread sunk in his gut, a snarl formed unconsciously on his crumpled form, starling the soldiers around him.
Fire.Ash.Running-out-of-time.
Bombs.

Where?!​

Children crying, parents crying. Sturdy metal marked with the impression of family.

No!​

Venku jerks up with a snarl. "retreat!" He scrambles to his feet, leading his soldiers back as he comms Varloc directly. Come on, pick up! pick up!

 

[Varloc]

Objective: 1
Post: 3
Tags: Cathul Thuku Varloc Sakuran Narrative Lunafreya Solidor Tiland Kortun

Sir a enemy support fleet is moving to the planet's surface, should we engage? Says an officer. No, unless they engage our forces or make any hostile movements we shouldn't attack a med fleet. Varloc looked out the viewport, the small ragtag enemy fleet had been destroyed. He now made his way from the command deck to his hanger and his shuttle.

His ship flew down twords the planet using a now secured route. But now he felt that an old apprentice of his was in distress. He told the ships pilot to move twords his position. When the shuttle landed in a area secured by TOF forces. Continue moving foward and capture the rest of the city, I must take care of something.

Varloc was able to find Venku in the battlefield, he was stumbling towards him now talking into his comlink. What is it?

 

[Force Narrative]

The TOF forces moved through the capital cutting down hostiles, the troops mainly ignored the civilians and told them to stay out of the conflict. The primary commander ordered the troops, Take the central square and the government center.

The TOF forces came upon the central square, where the hostiles were gathered. As the TOF units moved in the soilders were shot down until they found cover. And the firefight intensified.

 

[Venku Bralor]

Dust clogged the air, swirling around the togorian as he retreated to a safer distance. The comm rang. Ka'ra Varloc better pick up! His buy'ce filtered out the smoke a dust, but he could still hear it tinging against his bucket as he walked.

Varloc's voice came through the comm, sounding so much calmer than Venku felt. He couldn't see his old friend, could barely even acknowledge his presence through the sense of danger hurry fire time hurry fire danger! that was pressed into his skull like a branding iron. His blood boiled, but not because of the precognition. Children.
Those demagolka were bombing children!

His voice, in comparison, was strained and panicked, matching his force signature almost perfectly, which flickered this way and that, terrified and unsure what to do. "Bombs! These aruettii planted bombs in residential areas. Varloc, there are children there! A snarl ripped through his throat. He wouldn't stand for this!

Varloc appeared through the dust, smoke swirling around as he walked. Except their was no smoke. Just dust, and his mind tricking himself into seeing the smoke of the bombs that seemed to tick away in his own head. Behind him, he could pick out the sounds of battle, echoing off the buildings to chase after the fleeing mando'ad.

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Varloc Cathul Thuku Sakuran Narrative Lunafreya Solidor Tiland Kortun ​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Delrakkin City
Cathul Thuku Sakuran Narrative
Varloc Venku Bralor Lunafreya Solidor
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The Togorian Mandalorian seemed to stop in his advance, crumping and then surging off, angrily. Tiland frowned from where he stood in front of the fallen form of his friend until he too felt it, a heartbeat later. Something he should have sensed sooner, but his awareness was clouded by the concern for the wounded around him and weariness he felt. Everyone felt so convinced they were called by the Force to enforce their own twisted idea of peace and order. Nearly a thousand years he'd been alive and it never ended. The ruthlessness of these people so blinded by ideology that they had to be in control knew no bounds.

And now they were bombing another world. He'd been under orbital bombardments from Sith, from the First Order, and whoever these were supposed to be. He didn't even know. It took several moments before he realized the comlink was chiming. He keyed the button and heard it, nodding to himself.

"Ah, young Cathul. I am glad to hear from you. Please hurry if you can." He took a long breath and squinted up into the skies. Fast-moving dots had appeared high in the sky, racing towards the city. There hadn't been any Alliance assets in space, at least when arrived, other than the Sakuran fleet, and they weren't authorized to act, last he had heard.

That left few options. And even as close as Terminus was, compared to the rest of the galaxy, Therapy Command wouldn't arrive until very nearly to the end. The Togorian was lashing out in panic and fear for some reason and Tiland could sense the erratic nature of both his emotions and his Force signature. Still young and untrained, but passionate and devoted.

Tiland squared his feet and bent his knees, planting the base of the walking staff in the street, giving a faint smile to the fallen friend. "Hold tight. Help will be here soon," he whispered, before closing his eyes and stretching out in the Force. He reached out to the young Togorian warrior and sent a wave of peace rippling through the Force to help soothe the torment and pain.

Peace, my young friend. Tiland let his thoughts echo through the Force to connect to the young apprentice. I feel your anguish but I fear it will do us no use. The bombs will come from some fighters. Reach out to me. Calm your mind and let the Force flow through you. I will direct it into a barrier around the city that can help slow the proton bombs.

He reached deep into the Force and slowed his breathing to let the Force fill him to the brim of his being, nearly overwhelming him, but he held just enough of himself back to guide it. His spirit practically vibrated with the power of it all.

"Sakuran forces, if you can divert or stop those bombers before they hit the city, I will make all of you a perfect cup of tea..." His voice was strained in the comms and he let the power begin to flow out of him, shining like a beacon in the Force, and launching above him, filling the area of the sky with a soft golden light that spiraled upwards.

 

[Varloc]

Tags: Venku Bralor Tiland Kortun Lunafreya Solidor Cathul Thuku @Shakur
Objective: 2
Post: 4

Varloc walked to Venku and crouched near him, Clear your mind, focus, don't let the feelings overwhelm you. He said as he waved his hand over Venku's head, using the force to clear his mind. I will go clear help the people and push foward this battle.

As Varloc began to move he saw the old man, I hope you will not act aggressively against us. Varloc moved on, as he headed to where he could sense the people he met a few soilders that had been following Venku, Varloc slashed them down. He could hear a battle down the road he was on, he could see his troops pushing foward.

Varloc soon came upon the buildings, they had seemed to be unguarded, but some buildings were burning and destroyed. It would seem that the bombers would blow them up at different times. Varloc cut open the nearest one for it was still sealed and undamaged. Once inside Varloc signaled for everyone to leave. He saw the bombs, a bag of charges, he was no demolition expert, so he went outside and through the bag many feet up and used the force to make them explode. Varloc began doing this a few times without them exploding. He was cutting one open when it suddenly exploded and Varloc was sent flying, he played stunned on the grounds.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Delrakkin
Tags: Tiland Kortun

"Start deploying medevac shuttles!"

"We may be a bit late for whoever could still be saved, master"

Young? Cathul could look young by her race's standards, but she was simply using the ages-old Jedi beauty recipe of both staying light-sided and not abusing the Force. As the shuttles left their hangars, with escorts forming a defensive screen, in case the enemies began firing at the medvac fleet, but on yellow alert, Therapy Command would not be firing until fired at. However, each second was crucial to save lives down on the surface. And late they were, but not so late as to be bereft of any patient that could still be saved from the rubble. With the tractor beams on the shuttles, the job was only begun even as the battle raged over the area. Slowly but surely would survivors be uncovered and taken to the relative safety of a medvac shuttle. But there was so much ground to cover that multiple trips were required to save more injured civilians. Tiland would be overjoyed to see the first of medvac arrive at this stage of the battle for Delrakkin...

 

[Venku Bralor]

Engaging: Tiland Kortun

Calm? how could he be calm in a moment like this? He couldn't, he didn't even try. He knew it was impossible. The wave of calm was helpful though. It freed the mandalorian from his panic and brought his brain up to speed. No, he couldn't do calm. He was mandalorian, he could do determined.

His anger, righteous in its fury, turned towards protecting. His emotions shifted, only slightly, but it was an important shift nonetheless. Anger fell to the back, replaced by determination. A drum beating to his heart, a chant in his soul repeating its simple message over and over. I wont let them die. He added his strength to the old man, the beam growing as its golden glow brightened. And wasn't that an irony, the man spoke of calm but the color of his shield was a vengeful gold.
He would protect them.

With some simple hand signs, Venku signaled to his men to continue fighting. He would protect them, and that meant sending the soldiers ahead. They offered a token resistance, but he only signed harder, he didn't trust his voice to work right now. They went. Ka'ra they better not die.

Venku always cared too much. He was emotional, and though loyalty was slow to form, he couldn't standing sending others into danger without him. It was both one of his greatest flaws, and greatest strengths. It was vital to who he was, as important as breathing was to his physical body. He always cared too much, but he knew how to use it to his advantage.

 

[Force Narrative]

The forces of TOF pushed the enemy back. The commander sends a message, All forces push hostiles out of the city and secure it. The troops began moving hostiles to the west twords one of the cities edges.

 

[Varloc]

Tags: Venku Bralor Cathul Thuku
Objective: 2
Post: 5

Varloc was able to stand, but his ears rung. He looked at the smoking ruins of the building he was trying to open. All of the other buildings were freed or destroyed. He then heard the sound as the medevac ships flying overhead and landing nearby.

He began to walk to these shuttles when he sensed someone, he jumped out of the way as a blaster bolt hit the ground where he stood a moment ago. Varloc ignited his saber and looked for the shooter. He saw a glint of a scope a block down the road he was on, so he quickly ran to it, deflecting blasts. As soon as Varloc neared the shooter, the shooter ran. Varloc pulled the shooter using the force to him, but the shooter pulled out a thermal detonator and set it off, blowing himself up.

For the second time in 5 minutes Varloc was on the ground with his clothes smoldering. He stood and brushed himself off and looked at the shooter's remains, What a waste. Varloc decided to head to his commanders.

 

[Severous Augustus]

Post: 1
Objective: Take Delrakken Space

Severous Augustus watched as the Blue wormhole of hyperspace closed, and the Redemption Imperium-Class Star Destroyer exited. Just like a snap of the fingers, a battle was revealed. Turbolaser, and Ion cannon fire soared between two fleets. Missiles and Squadrons of fighters and bombers engaged each other in a giant game of tug of war. Each side sent a wave, hoping to score a big-hitter, and win the match. Really, it just seemed chaotic. In reality, The Order of The Force had won the battle.

The Revelation fleet, led by Severous, was just a nail in the coffin. The three Imperium-class star destroyers, one Phoenix-class Star Destroyer, One Defender-class Star Destroyer, and several support crafts were overkill. As Severous observed the "battle", he saw a medical fleet had been allowed to pass through. A foolish move by The Order. Those ships, while lightly armed, could be the deciding factor in a land battle.

"All Revelation ships...close to boarding distance with that medical fleet. Do not engage, do not board. We will follow them down and ensure they don't try anything stupid."

If the medical ships did try anything...there would be no mercy. This was war. There are no rules in war.

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[Venku Bralor]

Tags: Tiland Kortun

The bombs hit the shield, sending ash onto the corpse of the city bellow. Painting the bloodied streets and burnt out buildings the color of loss. Venku wasn't thinking about this. Instead he was rushing over to the old man, eyes locked on the injured being beside him. He was no doctor, but he could at least preform first aid.

Sliding to a stop next to the kitsune, Venku knelt down, offering a nod to the older man for the help. "Do me a favor and make sure i don't get shot." Placing his first aid kit beside him.
Broken bones, mostly in the legs, that was a relief, he didn't have the equipment to deal with broken ribs. Heavy bleeding, likely from shrapnel. The man was unconscious, but it didn't seem to be from blood loss, his skin wasn't clammy or pale enough. Head trauma then, that could be an issue.

Fix what you can. ​

Starting with the worst, Venku put pressure on the bleeding wounds. The shrapnel had ripped through his shoulder, chipping bone but missing anything else. Pulling out the wound glue, Venku applied it to the injury, staunching the bleeding. Next was the shrapnel infested wounds. These didn't bleed near as quickly, but the sheer number of them was dangerous.
Instead of removing the shrapnel, the togorian went over them with dermaseal. The shrapnel was holding back most of the bleeding. It'd be stupid to take it out.

Looking up at the old man, Venku found himself snarling under his helmet. He wasn't going to let this man die. "I need to make a splint. Do you have anything straight i can use?" The kit had little in the ways of splint material. Already, Venku was drawing his vibroknife, placing it on the ground as he felt the kitsune's broken leg. "I want that knife back after this, it's a good knife." He muttered as he searched.
There. Right above the knee, he could feel several breaks. It was an ugly one, and the man would probably have knee problems even after it healed, but he wouldn't have to loose the limb. Placing a firm hand on either side of the leg, Venku realigned the bone, ever so greatful that the kitsune was unconscious. After than, splinting the wound was easy. Now he just had the shin and entire other leg to splint, and he had run out of knives.