Dominion Returning Home! - Keshiri Imperium Dominion of Kesh

[Solan Charr]

Kesh, a world of strength and beauty, home to billions and a place with great cities, a strong military, a capable economy and financial backing of companies like that of Aurora Industries, Rendili Driveworks, and its own engineers.

Kesh was a jewel of the outer rim, built up, expanded, and grown from a feudal like society into a constitutional monarchy run through the ideals of Order and Freedom.

And now, it was beset by terrorists calling themselves freedom fighters, who combated an army of daemons and monsters. The Keshiri Imperium was caught off guard by its role now, being dragged into this conflict between those claiming to hold the best interests of their home, and monsters who would see the Keshiri people exterminated. That was why the Imperium’s fleets, its marines, its legions, and the defenders in the Cities of Gyn, Mareth, Lyst, Tahv, and others would move to strike back.

For now, the Palace lay in the hands of the invaders, a Forward Operating Base remained outside Gyn, and Civilians who had been unable to evacuate the first time would remain on the planet. It was these three targets that were a priority to deal with, but those coming to help the world, to free it from the grip of monsters and murderers, would find many other opportunities to act. The shipyards needed to be safeguarded, the factories secured, old outposts garrisoned, and it would be a return to the civil war that had brought the monarchy into its current state.

And like back then, Solan stared down as the fleets of the Imperium reunited, those which had taken its people to safety coming out and seeing the battle underway in orbit. Security defenses belonging to Aurora Industries standing side by side with Royal Naval Forces guarding their home.

“This is Emperor Solan Charr, Leader of the Keshiri Imperium and Unifier of Kesh… Save our home, destroy these monsters, and wipe them from the face of the galaxy.” It was all he would say, moving from the bridge of his flagship and heading for his dropship.

He had a palace and a throne to reclaim.

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Objectives:

1. Land outside the Capital City Tahv and fight through the city in close quarters building to building warfare. Make your way to the Palace and the Planetary shield generators, taking them back from the terrorists and resecuring the seat of the Imperium’s power. Any survivors, prisoners, or civilians are to be safely escorted out of the city and cared for. All captured terrorists are to be taken and put under guard, awaiting their trials for their actions. In addition to this, Rendevouz with the defense forces at Gyn, fight back out of the city and take out the terrorist’s forward operating base near the city. Expect heavy forest and plains combat, with little cover in large areas. The Forward Operating base will be heavily defended but expect air support and vehicular cover from the Gyn Defense forces.
2. Evacuate the Civilians remaining on planet, Mareth and Lyst to be the primary targets for these efforts but all locations should be considered.
3. BYOO: Do what you want, find a story, make something you can be proud of.

Flavor Factory stuff for use, or Codex options on the planet:

Shadow Legion - Spec Ops Unit helping retake the Capital
Echo Base - Mountain Outpost near Tahv, Sith Temple long-unused nearby
Umbra Class Dropships - Main Dropship of the Keshiri Imperium
Keshiri Imperium Fleets - Compendium of the Fleets gathered and used by the Imperium over the last two decades.


Tag List: Vulpesen Hannah Charr Zesiro Caulder Dune Taeli Raaf Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae Herah Adara Raxis Raijin Arashi Rocho Noah Corek Arbiter LeoraLiliana The Red of Sinner And Others

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: Retake the Palace
Allies: Noah Corek Solan Charr Vulpesen

Arch-Duchess Adara Raxis of Vena stood watching Emperor Solan Charr speak. Silent for the moment, the beskar’gam crafted of crystal, blue alchemized leather and wing adorned helm, she allowed a hooded cloak of black armourweave to float around her shoulders and secure on either pauldron.

The Corvette ran the colours of Vena, independent in cohabit with the cruisers of Clan Raxis and Cadera at her beck and call.

“Fly the colours, bring us to the capital camp. Prepare the Militibus and Clan Cadera for combat. And get me my uncle.” Adara droned, as the hood covered red and black eyes. The six food tall youth walked calmly to the hangar, watching with care as the bustle roiled round her.

Handmaidens rushed to do Adara’s bidding, one perpetually cloaked in a burgundy chersilk robe stayed by her side. She clicked on her comm, to Solan’s click.

“Emperor Charr. Prepare for my landing. Clan Raxis shall aide you.” The ship rattled in its descent to land at the camp.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen twitched at the edge of the Vixen's loading bay. His hand fiddled at the saber staff hanging at his side and in his ear, a constant buzzing of comms was going off. Check-ins, weapons checks, com-checks, toilet checks, the Vitae finally had a real battle to arrive to and boy howdy were they ready and roaring. "Harlow, stay close. This is gonna get rough."

The grizzled captain merely nodded as he hefted his rifle, a massive VSF Werewolf that had spewed its fair share of fire over the years. Of course, Harlow, being over three-hundred years old knew the meaning of war just as much as his Valde who had lived it for almost twenty years. "This is 1 to Moonlight Company. Get ready. You know your places. Just like the simulations."

To date, it was the largest Force Vulpesen had commanded since taking his position as Valde. Sure he had been on the bridges of ships as a jedi, and during he liberation of Veradune, the entire planet had been at his service, but this was a new beast. These people weren't fighting for their homes, or because he followed the jedi code. They fought for him. They fought because he was their leader and it was his job to lead them. It was an awesome power and something that never ceased to humble him. Heavy is the head...

Above the Vixen, he could sense the rest of his men and those that they were aiding getting ready to hit the ground. A whole company, brought in by Solan's ships and ready to fight for their king. Vulpesen's personal guard was with him at the moment, but they were only a chisel meant to chip away at the enemy's weakest points. Moonlight company was the sledge hammer that would turn their defenses to rubble.

Finally, the mechanical hissing sound of an opening bay door delighted his ears. "Double time on the ground boys, I'll see you in hell!" Sprinting forward, Vulpesen didn't even wait for the ship to land, his men would catch up to him. But he had been absent from this too long. The wind rushing through his ears. The sight of his enemy racing up at the speed of gravity. Seeing his enemies from a birds eye view as he descended towards the ground. It was nostalgic. It was empowering. It was... right.

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

Varos Cloak, Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, 10 miscellaneous lightsabers, Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay), Shadow Fox Amulet, VSF Fennec

Spoiler: Forces

1 Squad Veran Guard (Protecting Vulpesen)

Captain Corren Harlow: Wolf​

Lieutenant Relovan Vixos: Coyote​

Sergeant Corranthus Garlan: Wild Dog​

Sergeant Zerrek Terris: Shepherd​

Corporal Illoris Carrow: Wild Dog​

Private Karrosil Garlan: Husky​

Private Harroyar Kurnasiv: Wolf​

Private Olurok Aryos: Jackal​

Private Vereo Groleon: Shepherd​

5 Platoons of VSF Troops(Deploying from Umbra Class Drop-Ships)

4 Squads of VSF Troops per platoon​

Wolf (x2 per Squad)​

Coyote (x1 per squad)​

Wild Dog (x2 per squad)​

Shepherd (x3 per squad)​

Jackal (x2 per squad)​

Husky (x1 per squad)​

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[Noah Corek]

Objective 1: Retake the Capital
Post #: 1
Gear: Armor - Rifle (Battle Rifle Config with KGL-1) - 2x Pistols - Hatchet - Knives

Noah quickly bolted behind a wall as a blaster bolt sizzle over his head and he was able to feel the heat even through the thick Beskar plating and armorweave bodyglove of his armor. Noah was currently leading a squad of mercenaries he had gathered and taken to Kesh to help his old friend Solan Charr and to make sure his wife Alexandra Feanor didn't get into too much trouble.

Even though he didn't see where the terrorist had fired at him from he had a rather good idea where from having had scanned his environment beforehand. A quick step out of cover, a trio of shots and the terrorist was now dead. "Move up! Keep your vertical awareness and don't bunch up!" Noah called out to his squad, getting various verbal and non-verbal affirmations as they moved forward.

He chuckled as he saw a communication request from Adara Raxis in the upper right hand corner of his HUD, raising his fist to stop his squad he quickly keyed his comms to answer Adara. "Hey kiddo, long time no see. Whatcha doing at this lovely little shindig?"

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Objective: Destroy Terrorists
Allies: Vulpesen Noah Corek

"Be careful to leave me some kills, Dar'ika." I growl as I and my Death Watch Rush off the hangar of the first corvette, filtering into the tempest about to get much more bloody by day's end. Leaving Yasha's side was harder than watching Mandalore recede after the Sith took ownership. But, she is close enough, Ginnie Dib, Theo Allard and Asha Corek with her. We dissipate through the streets, rifles risen and gurlanin communication simultaneous and silent.\

"On your left, Corek." Only one person could order me away from the Akaata fleet and Yasha's safety. And she growled hard to bring the scruffy coruscanti home. Fanning through, I fire my rifle in bursts, scanning for more lives to take.

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective 1: Retake the Capital
Post #: 2
Allies: Adara Raxis - Vulpesen - Alexandra Feanor - Ambrose Cadera
Much like Ambrose it had been hard to leave Yasha's side but he remembered that Yasha was one of the most protected people in the galaxy at the moment and his other love, Alexandra Feanor was diving into the jaws of death...again. His ears had perked up at Ambrose's words and he silently reached down, drawing the pistol had had holstered on his chest and fired four shots into the terrorists chest. "Thanks, Ambrose."

He looked down at his wrist a projected a small holographic image to the rest of the squad. "According to intel reports we're coming up on a insurgent hardpoint. Expect heavy resistance, platoon sized unit dug in with emplaced weapons and possibly even armored vehicles...if any has explosives now's the time to get them ready."

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Objective: Reclaim the Takara Sith Temple
Post 1
Allies: Alwine Daye

From high up in the air above Echo Base, Tahv looked deceptively calm. Raijin knew very well that his allies were fighting tooth and nail on the ground, or at least preparing to, but for now all the people and their war machines were just silent little black and gray blobs. Once the battle started, he would definitely have been able to hear and see a lot of it, even from 50km away. But the battle for Tahv wasn't his responsibility. A few of his Knights were there, and a few were helping the evacuations in other areas, but he himself had a self-imposed job - he was going to take bring life back to one of the many footholds of the Sith on Kesh. For himself, or for his new allies and their Imperium, he hadn't figured out yet. He would figure that out later.

Amidst all his thoughts, Rai checked his gear. His lightsabers, his armor, and his cloak were all present and accounted for. He was ready to go, and he did. With a brief little wave to the pilot of his shuttle, he popped the rear hatch, took a quick (unnecessary) breath, and dove out into the sky. The Shard let himself freefall for a few seconds before grabbing hold of the Force and changing direction, flying straight towards Echo. He switched his comm on, hoping that the rush of wind around him wouldn't make him inaudible.

"This is Raijin calling Echo Base. I am coming in from above. Do not fire."

Thankfully the radio operator didn't seem to have too much feedback from his end. Or an enemy straggler attacking her.

"We hear you, Lord Raijin. Will you need a landing pad?"

"No, just clear me a flat area near ops to land at."

Rai smiled at himself as he thought of the confusion he was probably causing. He didn't know whether the Keshiri were used to people Force flying around in the air and landing in random spots, but the convenience of not having to land the shuttle had appealed to him way too much.

"Okay, Sir, your landing area is clear. See you soon."

"Thanks"

His cloak swirled around him as he dropped through the sky, turning just a few seconds before he hit the ground so he could land gracefully on his feet in the midst of some confused soldiers. He grinned and gave them a lazy salute before looking around for the operations room.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: AoC Represent. We don't like empires, but we might temporarily work with this one to get what we want.
Location: Sith Temple
Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: Raijin Arashi

Once more Alwine found herself in the Outer Rim, though to get here, she and her team had carefully outskirted both the Outer Planetary Alliance and the Confederacy, not touching their territories. Safer was always better, especially when her goal laid on the opposite end of the galactic map, in a planet that went by the name of Kesh. Though she had advanced heaps in her general education about galactic affairs, it was not a planet she had heard of.

But once people who called themselves the Keshiri Empire emerged, knowing about it had become her business. Currently filling in the spot of the Head of the Speakers, Alwine had been chosen for her position because of her ability to use words to influence people. There was something that the Agents of Chaos wanted, and while the Keshiri Imperium was small, there was a chance, small as it may be, that they could actually get it. And thus, she had packed several dozen Agents with her, and left for the area.

It was en route that she had learned of the problems they faced on one of their planets, on the one called Kesh itself. It had made Alwine smile, for the local situation gave her tools to use that played right into her hands. As little dotsof where "problem" traffic lay heaviest began to appear on her holomap, Alwine made a quick decision; Sith Temple first, and then the Palace if she could squeeze it in or had to squeeze some heads off to get what she wanted.

The ship she'd arrived on, The Powder, was a speedy stealth ship, which avoided any potential hurdles along the way, breaking with ease into the atmosphere. It was then that Alwine released the cloaking, and turned to the open frequencies.

"This is Head of Speakers Alwine Lechner on behalf of the Agents of Chaos," she announced, "we have heard of your woes and have come to help, bringing sixty five seasoned warriors with us. Who do I speak to regarding coordination of the aid we have to offer? I am currently moments away from landing near the SIth Temple."

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Objective: City
Allies: Noah Corek

“Yeah, even gimped to the degree she is, Yash’ika would hate to see her favourite care aid kick the bucket on his head.” My weapon remains raised, the camaraderie of old soldiers falling into place with the chunk chunk budda-budda of our weapons. No more words need to be said but orders, and even those are not as necessary with my gurlanin unit working in synthesis.

Still, the metal skin chafes at my desire to run. Bullets are clinical in comparison to the clack of jaws and grip of bodies as they fight. And I have been long in the method of a comfort for the Infernal. I drop my rifle, click the mag-lock on my armour pieces, as Vano rushes to collect them, stock the rifle on her own back. My grin widens, ever widens, until a snout takes the place of my nose. Limbs lengthen, turn black as pitch as I shift to my gurlanin lupine form, claws gripping the ground.

‘I will send them screaming toward you.’ My telepathic voice sinks into Noah’s mind, as cruel as the man who put a pistol in Yash’ika’s terrified child-hand and taught her to fire. I turned that fear into fury.

Now, it is time to turn fury to fear.

My paws scratch at the duracrete first on the street then the side of a building, body elongating to fit through a small crack. I pounce one of the entrenched terrorists, jaws crunch at his bone-cage and I toss him into others, running back into the cracked alley. Back again, from another place, off another side-angle, I grab a woman’s body and shake until it goes limp, heaving it back toward her compatriots.

Confident Corek will use the diversion.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: Support the Emperor
Allies: Solan Charr R Reyn Australis

“Ram?” The presence of her brother swelled in the back of Adara’s mind, a string never broken which called to his proximity. It was easier than adding a bug to his clothes. Months since she’d seen her sibling, Adara nearly hung her head. She should have taken him with her, or at least offered, when she ran away.

As the hangar opened and Adara exited, the Militibus ex Infernis fanned out, filling spots around the command centre as units of Clan Raxis medic teams rushed to set up a field triage next to the warriors. Adara walked on, directly to the man who commed out to save his beloved Kesh.

“Solan Charr, I am Adara Raxis, and I am here to help. Point me in the direction of your enemies, and if there are those you do not wish dead, say so now. All others are fodder for my guards.” Prim and dainty of limb but for her 6’1” height, the Epicanthix girl roiled with the Dark Side of the Force, a perpetuation of her eternal condition.

“My medics shall assist, and a small unit of Clan Cadera warriors is already in the city. I hear you are known to Alexandra Feanor , one whom my mother loves. So, shall we take back the Palace?”

Noah Corek 's voice clicked into Adara's comm, pressing a smile on the girl's face. "Auntie Alex said you might need superior firepower, ba'vodu. Meet me after?"

 

[LeoraLiliana]

Objective:attacking the forward operating base or
Provide cover for incoming support and onward attacks.
Allies: @ Adara Raxis - @ Vulpesen - Solan Charr - @ Ambrose Cadera Noah Corek
Post: 1
Equipped: Vibro-ax , Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, 12 emp grenades.
Squad: 11 men , heavy gunning artillery cannons all quipped with side arm blasters.

Down on the ground Leo and her squad would move to the outer flank the landing area of the incoming allies. Her job being making sure that they doing die on the way to the ground.
With her cannon detached and planted to the ground, she'd link her ammunition up with a gentle click. From her position she had clear sighs of incoming enemy targets and her cannon started to fire up. She could feel the heat radiating off it, those few seconds of power up aching by... then and with rapid, merciless fire her and her squad would open fire at the oncoming.
"Let them have it!... Break their ranks!" She'd call to her squad... aware that many of them would be shitting their pants, hoping the steel and cold in her voice may encourage them to show no fear.... She herself was ready for whatever eventuality... and as such her shoulders could be seen dancing in time with the rapid fire unmistakably dancing as she fired. This was the best thing to happen all week! Less talking ,more blowing the crap out of everything as life should be... Oooh war is so much fun!

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: 1km from Gyn
Objective: Cause Chaos until reinforcements come
Allies Adara Raxis Solan Charr Ambrose Cadera Noah Corek LeoraLiliana
Post: 2

The crunch of dirt and leaves beneath Vulpesen's boots was a welcome sound as he hit the ground, having completed his descent. All around, he could hear the forward force of the enemy, preparing for the Keshiri armies to come fighting their way out of the forest towards their base. Of course, they weren't really expecting a shadowy figure to suddenly drop right into their midst. "Gentlemen, I suggest you surrender." The answer came from the nearest dozen beasts who snarled and charged at him, their weapons raised to club, shoot, and hack the Valde into little pieces. They didn't even make it five feet.

A dozen snap-hiss's and they fell to the ground, their legs separated from their bodies as a single saber hovered before each individual. The lucky two that were a tad closer than the rest had been slashed with Vulpesen's personal sabers, though they too had left their master's hands. "As you wish," Vulpesen sighed as his sabers zipped back into his hand before being connected once more.

The vixen would be landing soon with his personal guard, and thankfully, their leader was drawing quite a bit of fire from their LZ. The rest, would have to make their way from the city and catch up. Of course, there was no need to hurry for his sake. Years locked up in an office, handling only the lowest scum the galaxy could offer had been almost maddeningly boring. Finally Vulpesen was home. He was free, and here on the razors edge, behind enemy lines, with weapons and blasters passing inches from his body... he was having the time of his life.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Heartfelt Negotiation
Location: Tahv, Royal Palace

There was a probe droid in the palace.

It was a small, strange thing; difficult to perceive clearly - shuddering occasionally, like a distant mirage. It floated nimbly through ruined halls and barren parlors, apparently oblivious to the varying degrees of looting that were taking place. The droid ignored freedom fighters manning the palace's defenses for the most part, and it was in turn ignored by them. As if it was hardly even there.

Occasionally the probe would pause to stare at something, its lenses clicking as they brought it into focus. Ruined furniture, defensive placements, commanding officers... But none of these things ever held its attention for very long.

On and on it went, continuing its silent documentation.

 

[Rocho]

Location: Front lines
Objective: Fight the terrorists
Allies: Vulpesen , Ambrose Cadera , Noah Corek .
Enemies: The terrorists
Post: 1

Rocho arrived in his ship. He was here because of two reasons, he was being paid, and he was here for the score. Perhaps there was some sense of need to assist involved, but it took last place. Rocho might often choose actions that were moral, but in fairness, he was doing them because he chose to not because he believed he had to. His arrival here was followed by a swift surveillance of the situation. The enemy forces were not small in number, but comparing them to previous opponents he'd faced, he had little too fear. The Trandoshan typically had two settings, the hunt, and the destroyer. And since the enemy was already out here and there weren't too many convenient places to get to, he decided destroyer was the best decision. He had his pilot fly over head and as it was doing so he held out the Tempest. A thermal detonator launcher, and just started firing sending several deep into enemy lines. Their crowding being their own downfall as the powerful explosives threatened them until he leapt from the ship tossing it back inside as the ramp closed crashing into the ground and pulling the The Beast into his hand yanking a hand and bringing several of them towards him while others fell off and he severed them with the axe.

He had not been quite as aggressive as Vulpesen had as he landed on the edges, however that would not continue for long as he activated the shield gauntlet to block many of the blaster shots fired towards him, and then charged. Zig zagging into the enemy preventing someone from taking the time to aim at him as his left hand split heads and bodies that it encountered and the other prevented him from taking most of the blaster fire. Though he still kept an eye out for solid weaponry. He'd had a recent interaction with much more dangerous beings who utilized slugs like he often did.



heklerkok-tdl-1-tempest (Can be strapped to back, extra thermal detonators on straps still available.)
heklerkok-double-barrel-shotgun-dbs (armed with slug shot holstered at his right side. Extra ammunition on belt and legs.)
t-7-vibro-brace (left arm.)
g-11-shield-gauntlet ( right arm)
Hekler'Kok LA-2 Light Armor (Isn't wearing shoes, helmet, or gloves.)
The Beast: (worn on his left.)

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective: 1
Post #: 3

Noah snorted at Ambrose's words and chuckled. "I'm pretty sure in her gimped state Yash could still throttle the both of us if she wanted to, now more than ever with that new Vong arm of hers." As they walked through the streets of the capital it towards their current objective it seemed that terrorists were coming out of the woodwork and falling to the combined forces of Noah's mercs and Ambrose's gurlanin just as quickly.

Noah grunted in response to Ambrose's mental intrusion, Noah didn't particularly like the fact that someone was inside his mind. As they walked he found the perfect spot for an ambush, a T-intersection about thirty meters from the terrorists entrenched position. With the way that Ambrose was coming at them from it would push them into the bottleneck of the intersection, a right into the rest of them.

"Set up the Buzzsaw at the head of the intersection!" The 'Buzzsaw' was a KSSW-1, nicknamed as such for its distinct noise when fired, something Noah would describe as large piece of cloth being torn. They set up the machine gun and waited, thankfully not very long as a group of about twenty terrorists ran into view fair quickly and just as quickly began to be gunned down.

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Objective: Support the Emperor
Allies: Solan Charr R Reyn Australis Noah Corek Rocho

@Rocho’s virulent firepower is much welcome in the plight of the city. I plan to someday assess the Trandoshan’s abilities, maybe hire him for certain… dealings in the Outer Rim. Further on the fighting continues in its’ infamy, and I, glad gurlanin, taste crimson copper in my jaws. The liquid sloshes on my tongue, a glad infilling so long denied by the civility of the one-skins’ bipedal forms and temperament for cooked food.

I howl at the gunpowder and ozone of scatter shot and blaster on the wind, leaping upon another unfortunate defender.

‘That’s part of the fun of it, Corek! Makes a man proud he taught his cub so well that she can rip his arm off with her own tiny teeth!’ Another pounce, and the terrorists turn their guns, some making a stalwart defence as the others start running directly into what I can only assume is a new toy of Corek’s.

I like toys. Chew toys are my favourite.

Vano and Hibiki fire on the two gunners trained on my fur, from their sniper positions on the rooftops. They move on quickly, I shake my head with something in my jaws, trot back toward Corek with the implement between gigantic, red teeth. Panting a bit out of the side of my mouth, I sit beside Corek and gnaw, glad for the few seconds I have to do so before rushing off to the next collective of brigands.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Half Way between Gyn and FOB
Objective: Take the FOB
Allies Adara Raxis Solan Charr Ambrose Cadera @Noah @Corek LeoraLiliana, Rocho
Post: 3
"Damn it sir, you can't tell me to stay close then jump out of the ship! Not all of us are magical!" Harlow's voice blared in Vulpesen's ear as his captain ripped through a crowd of enemies. It was actually quite easy figuring out where his captain was. All Vulpese had to do was turn his ears to the constant sound of a werewolf barrage.

"How the hell has that thing not overheated?" Vulpesen ducked a swing at his head and drove his saber into the crimson torso of a particularly nasty looking monster, all the while keeping his ears open to his comms. Overall, everything was going as planned. Moonlight company had touched down and was on its way, systematically blasting its way through plains and forests. When cover became short, support gunners and Alsatian shields did the trick to get them through the trouble spots.

"Controlled bursts when necessary, and the wonders of Veran engineering sir! Hold on, I think I see you!" Turning on his heel to present a smaller target, Vulpesen narrowly dodged the massive bolt of energy which ripped through the armor of the graug like beast that had stood behind him. After its unwilling introduction to the Veran weightloss plan, the doughnut impersonating foe fell to the ground.

"No please, put a hole in your Valde. Its only treason."

"Stop your whining, sir. You're fine. C. Garlan! Make em hurt!"

Vulpesen grinned as a new hole opened up in the enemy line, bombarded and blasted apart by the squad's lead Wild Dog's Grenade Launcher. Between his squad's arrival, Leora's artillery, Rocho's damages, and his own whirling storm of blades, the forward force was starting to fold and break apart like wet paper. Even with all the pain they were giving, Vulpesen could already hear his captain calling into command, organizing another salvo of artillery on the field leading up to their true objective. "Come on! Lets take that F.O.B from these S.O.B's!

 

[Zesiro]

Objective: 2
Post: 1
Location: Lyst

It was nice to once again be walking the familiar streets of Kesh. Lyst was once called home by Zesiro. She had originally come to Kesh to hide, seek refuge and just disappear from the Galaxy. That worked out for the most part until she because reunited with Edric Charr. He was King of Kesh and took her on as an employee to him. For a while, that was exactly what she did. A simple proposition of work and she was hired.

Fast forward a few years and she found herself madly in love with Edric and he returned her feelings. After the two of them realized this, they got married. They returned to Kesh and had lived there happily since. Something her husband knew about Zesiro was she wouldn't stay in one place for long. Though they were married and had a daughter, he gave her enough freedom that she could what she needed. Both of them were secure in their relationship and understood both of their roles. She would always return to him and he would always welcome her back.

Now there was a need for her to be here beyond that of being a wife. While she wasn't the best fighter, she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. For the sake of her adopted world, she would be there.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Objective 1 - Tahv

Jend-Ro Quill and the planet Kesh were having a very bad day. Every sort of malevolence had picked this world, right now, as its primary target. Dread churned in Quill's gut as the Force whispered that all of this - the terrorists, the monsters, the Drael he'd so recently fought in the jungle - was only the beginning. Kesh might well become even more of a war zone than it already was.

Quill kept his head down as he moved through the torn-up city. Not far away, not far at all, the king's allies were trying to fight their way past terrorists of some sort, whose allegiance and motives were an absolute mystery to him. He wanted a bath, wanted to take off his boots, wished he'd accepted an earlier offer of a ride off planet - but he clamped down on all of those desires. The Living Force strongly suggested it was right for him to be here, now. He had no idea why.

What he had was a lightsaber, and a general conviction that the blood-daubed wild-eyed civilian-killing insurgents probably shouldn't be long for this world.

Noah Corek Ambrose Cadera Rocho R Reyn Australis

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective 1: Capital
Post #: 4
Allies: R Reyn Australis - Jend-Ro Quill - Adara Raxis - Ambrose Cadera - Alexandra Feanor

Twenty terrorists came and twenty terrorists feel from the combined fire from Noah's squads machine gun and rifles and the gurlanin. Popping his neck Noah stood and took the empty magazine from rifle, slapping a new one in and yanking back on the charging handle, chambering a fresh round. "Alright ladies and gents, five minutes of rest. Check your ammo, grab a quick bite from your rations and take a sip of water."

After handing out these orders he turned to the pair manning the KSSW-1. "Get that barrel changed. Last thing we need is it overheating in the middle of a firefight." The pair nodded and began to go about the job of removing the barrel from the machine gun, slipping it into a protective bag and replacing it with another from a different bag.

Noah sat himself and keyed his comm to talk to Adara Raxis . "Good to hear from you ad'ika. Nice of your aunt to think of little old me. Any help that you have would be appreciated." Taking a small sip from his own canteen and a bite from a ration/protein bar he stood and stuffed popped his neck again. "Alright breaks over people. We've got another five entrenched positions to bust before we secure this sector."