Campaign Rise Victoria [First Order]

[Resurgent Narrative]

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The men and women of Victoria had suddenly and absolutely found themselves in a complete hellscape. One so far from what they had known, a once-proud military city that had for the last four years been fighting for reclamation. To drive the scales of the Ssi-Ruuvi into oblivion itself, the tattered old flag of the First Order rested on ruined forts guarded by the once newly graduated class of 856 ABY. Imperial guards with scorch marks on their armor, patched up tunics and pants and helmets that no longer seemed to hold their purpose. Rather, were reminders of who these people were and still are. Makeshift graveyards dotted the city, bunkers, and trenches lined the areas where people once gathered together to have a cup of caf. ​

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Where the young and the brave once stood ready to fight. Pockets of these soldiers, starfighter pilots and the like still remained within the hallowed halls of the military academy, still lay in the bunkers and the tunnels that run beneath the city. Dirty, scared, and ever ready to head out into the fray once more, as they recall the ones who gave everything so that they and the civilians who remain in their care would survive another day. Many would tell you, the day they heard of the Grand Moff's death and they would tell you that the Imperial Guards had fallen silent. The lone battalion of Stormtroopers had stopped firing for just a moment, and then they resolved to continue to fight. ​

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For if the Grand Moff had truly given herself for the sake of the nation, then so too, would they give themselves so that the nation could survive.​

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Suddenly the meaning of the words, I Vow to Thee My Country had taken on the true meaning. ​

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The Scales still lurk within the city, and the fighting force of those left behind has dwindled. Still, there is hope, for unbeknownst to the men and women of Victoria. Avalonia has been rebuilt and a new surge of volunteers has been led toward Victoria. Led by Major Caceres of the Stormtrooper Corps and Captain Aetos of the Army. A renewed vow of solidarity and unity, the march to Victoria was one of promise.​

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Remember the Fallen.​

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Honor the Dead.​

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Fight for the Living.​

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And above all else...​

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Hope. ​

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Objective 1: CHARGE!​

- You are part of the Stormtrooper Corps, your job is to charge into the battle and make it possible for the Army to get into the tunnels. It is imperative that the Army get down into the tunnel works to provide relief to those who remain and help get them to the surface and onto transports back to Avalonia.​

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Objective 2: BOMBS AWAY!​

- You are part of the TIE Fighters Division, your job is to bomb Ssi-Ruuvi targets as mapped out by Wing Commander Krishan Vyas. You will have escorts, so fear not the Scales for they'll have to deal with the interceptors and defenders first. ​

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Objective 3: RESCUE!​

- You are part of the Army, your job is to get into the tunnels and exterminate every scale ridden bastard you can see. Get our people out of there and back onto the transports for Avalonia.​

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Objective 4: WATCH THE SKIES!​

- You are part of the Navy, your job is to man your battle stations. We've only a small force of corvettes and frigates at best, watch the skies and make sure the Imperium doesn't dare show its face, take out any Imperium fighter you can. ​

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Objective 5: HOPE!​

- You are either a medic or a volunteer of some sort. Your job is simple, help those who you can help - in this hour we need every man and woman to help where they can. The only way Dosuun can truly heal is if we work together. [BYOO]​

 

[Drexel Quinn]

Name: Drexel Quinn
Homeworld: Dosuun
Rank: Baron, Squadron Leader
Equipment: FO TIE Pilot Uniform, F-11E Blaster Rifle, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, ISB/S-47 "Scimitar III" Assault Bomber
Objective: Bombs Away!

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Baron Quinn had wasted no time in donning his flight suit and rushing to the hangar when the TIE Pilots had received their orders. Finally, it was time to give those lizard bastards what they had deserved for a long time coming. Dosuun was his home, for Force's sake, and he was going to take the opportunity to kick them in their snouts. Interceptors were typically more Quinn's speed, but he eagerly volunteered to fly a bomber during this operation so that he could directly strike the Ssi-Ruuvi.

He lowered himself into the cockpit of a Scimitar III, and set to the usual pre-flight checks. With lightning speed he flipped the right switches, and within moments the fighter hummed to life around him. Diagnostic information lit up his vision, and once he made sure that all of the ordnance tubes were fully loaded, he gave the all-clear and punched the engines, launching the fearsome bomber into action.

"This is where the fun begins," he said to himself with a grin, the adrenaline already at a fever pitch. It was finally the time to fight back, and Baron Quinn liked to think he could throw a mean punch.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective 2: BOMBS AWAY!

Equipment: Flight suit, MSD-32 disruptor pistols(2), Lightsaber, 'Makaria' Multi-role fighter

Dosuun. Kurayami thought back to the last time he had visited the planet, it was so long ago that it seemed like a different life. He had been here for the same reason as he was today. Bail out some people who found themselves in what could be kindly described as 'a hot mess.' The navicomp beeped to let him know that he was approaching his destination, Capping the flask and securing it in its normal inner pocket of his flight suit jacket, he zipped it back up and replaced the helmet. The HUD flickered to life as it synced up with the vital tactical data of the fighter's computers. Right now the panoramic displays showed only the lines of hyperspace, but was soon replaced by the lurch of a ship entering realspace once more.

Taking the opportunity afforded before getting too close, he powered up his weapons systems and made sure that the modular bays were reporting their loads correctly. The outer most two of the eight carried Flextube launchers with 6 warheads each, though just what those were did not show up on the display, The Corellian chuckled at the insanity of what they were loaded with. It would be rather interesting when the time came, he could only hope that the accuracy was decent on the less than aerodynamic load. Time would tell on that front though. In the second set of bays were mounted two agrocite-enhanced Gyrhil 72 autoblasters, a nasty punch, even if each was only the power of a standard laser cannon. The four bays closest to the nose of the craft mounted an agrocite-enhanced KX-14 laser cannon. It was an impressive and versatile loadout, able to handle either aerial or ground assault with equal success. Once all bays showed that weapons were ready, Kurayami began a descent towards his objective.

He was doing this as a favor to Ariel Yvarro, she had told him of the First Order's troubled history on Dosuun, and he couldn't say that he didn't feel for them. Ideology wasn't a driving factor for the long time merc, he simply used this as a means to an end. He got to do what he loved and get paid for it. One system was still charging though and that brought a moment of concern from him, furrowing a brow he ran a quick systems check to see what it could be. Everything reported green, except on the centerline where there was a greyed out representation of the last system charging, a bomblet generaotr. Yea, he might need to make sure that the power got to that thing a little faster next time. Oh well, it was at about 80 percent, so it wasn't doing all that bad. Even if it wasn't fully ready by the time he was in range of the alien bug things he still had some warheads to greet them with.

 

[Vernon Hectis]

Objective I
Promenade, Victoria


Debris littered the battlefield as the enemy encroached upon DG-4582's position. The lone trooper took cover behind a chunk of duracrete blown off a nearby building, occasionally peeking to fire shots at the many Ssi-ruu that were attacking the Promenade. Behind DG-4582 were several civilians, too frightened to move. The bodies of his fallen squadmates lay beside him and he was quickly running low on ammo. His time was quickly depleting.

He took a moment to look back at the scared civilians. With each blast that came their way, screams of terror rang out. DG-4582 sighed deeply beneath his helmet. He knew what he had to do in order to keep the civilians safe.

"Listen to me. Listen good. I will distract them and lead them off another way. When I do, you run faster than you ever have in your lives for the boats and make your escape. There will be an encampment on the far side of the lake. Do you understand?" DG-4582 called out.

The civilians nodded their heads. The trooper looked down at one of his fallen comrades and pulled a grenade from his belt. He took a deep breath. Dirt and dust stained his visor, but he still had a clear view of his target. He pressed down on the activator before chucking the grenade into the heart of the pressing enemy force. Within seconds, the explosion went off. The creatures caught within the blast radius were instantly incinerated while others just outside the radius were sent flying. Using the confusion to make a move, DG-4582 Ran towards the Wall of Honor, the opposite direction the civilians would need to go.

As the trooper ran off, he continuously fired shots at the enemy in order to keep their attention. Thankfully, his plan was working. The Ssi-ruu followed the trooper, blinded by their rage and thirst for blood. The civilians waited until the sound of gunfire was far off before coming up from the debris and making their way to the boats. DG-4582 was prepared to sacrifice his own life for the many civilians. So long as they lived, he would die at peace.

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

Through the Gates of Hell
As we make our way to Heaven
Primo Victoria!
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Major Dantae Caceres made his way toward the ruined structure of the Military Academy. His orders had been given, the Scales do not survive this day. The Stormtrooper Corps would be the tip of the spear, and the Army would be the force of that spear and above, the sound of TIE Fighters as they screeched across the sky giving the Ssi-Ruuk, an unrelenting charge. The alabaster plastoid armor had become a second skin to him, it bore the scars of battles past and he was sure, as sure as the death of his comrades years ago - that these scales would be gone from this world, and this city.​

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Caceres' rifle let loose on the Ssi-Ruuvi, the men and women to his left and right held the line. He could see the thermal signatures of the war-torn souls deep within the former engineering school turned make-shift fort and bunker. "Heavy weapons, move!" His voice cut through the sound of blasters, the intent of his tone was clear as the stormtroopers brought up the E-WEB and weapons of the like. The chatter over coms from the Army were coming through now, Aetos and his men would suffocate the last of the scales held up on the water's edge away from the Promenade where bridges once served to connect small leisure ports to the city proper. ​

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"ON THIS DAY, VICTORIA, RISE!"​

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The Major shouted, his voice bellowed as he began to march forward, "watch the flanks!" He shouted and gestured upward as the beastial scales threatened to jump toward them from the exposed pylons of the surrounding buildings. ​

 

[Drexel Quinn]

Equipment: FO TIE Pilot Uniform, F-11E Blaster Rifle, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, ISB/S-47 "Scimitar III" Assault Bomber
Objective: Bombs Away!

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Baron Quinn dodged and weaved the Scimitar III through the dogfighting filling the skies of Victoria, using the bomber's laser cannons to blast enemy fighters that got too close for comfort out of the skies. He took note of Kurayami Bloodborn 's fighter, marking it on his ship's sensors as a friendly, and maneuvered the Scimitar III towards the first of the targets mapped by Wing Commander Vyas. "I don't know who you are, but if you're here to help that's good enough for me. Plenty of work to do, plenty of fun to be had," Quinn comm'd to Bloodborn.

With the Ssi-Ruuvi fortification square in his targeting computer, Quinn let loose an advanced proton bomb from one of the bomber's ventral ordnance bays and watched as the lizard bastards in the immediate impact area were incinerated in a glorious fireball. He punched the air in celebration before swinging the bomber into a barrel roll to avoid incoming retaliatory fire from groundside Ssi-Ruuvi. "One target down, moving on to the next one. Keep me covered, and we'll be back before dinner!" Quinn radioed to the fighter squadrons currently airborne, boosting the Scimitar off towards the next target.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective 2: BOMBS AWAY!

Equipment: Flight suit, MSD-32 disruptor pistols(2), Lightsaber, 'Makaria' Multi-role fighter

As the ship entered the actual engagment zone Kurayami noted that there was a squadron that wasn't marked hostile on his HUD nearby. While he was deciding whether to turn and engage the bogies he heard a transmission from a nearby pilot. Unsurprising that he didn't know who he was either, but he was more than happy to mark the frquency as FO aligned. Likely that squad he had seen were TIEs or similar craft, marking them as friendlies he altered his course to take out any Ssi-Ruuvi fighters that slipped past Drexel Quinn .

"Roger that. going to eliminate a few stragglers to keep your six clear. Once I clear them out I got some surprises for nearby AAA"

Kurayami pulled the fighter into a steep zoom climb to gain altitude nosing over to make a slashing attack on the trailing enemy group, opening fire as soon as the last Scimitar III had cleared his firing line. Agrocite enhanced blaster bolts filled the air as the uniquely painted fighter sliced through the enemies scattering them. Clearly, the pilot was either really good, really cocky, or really stupid. Perhaps a terrifying combination of all three. It took him a couple minutes to clear the hostiles from the squadrons six o'clock, but once done he angled towards the nearest AA guns marked on his HUD an flicked the weapons select switch until it displayed the outer two bays in concert with the cannons. Chopping the throttle he set up for a low and slow approach, staying below the engagement altitude of the AAA defenses, or at least the big flak guns. Still had to deal with the smaller ground and vehicle based emplacements. He couldn't help but chuckle as he opened fire, the payload from the outside two tubes being targeted for singular vehicles.

Within a seemingly innocuous shell sat a truly strange weapon, revealed only at the last moment. As each of the missiles approached their targets, proximity sensors triggered the release of the outer shell, revealing...rubber ducks? If the enemy had time to react they likely would have laughed at the inanity of such a 'weapon,' especially with the sound of a duck quacking as it neared. Alas they had no time, that quack would be the last sound they ever heard as the baradium core detonated, shattering the last bit of the durasteel missile shell with it and littering the area with lethal shrapnel. With those weapons exhausted it was time to move on towards the larger guns.

Again switching weapons, this time to the bomblet generator which now displayed green, meaning it was fully loaded. He used the chaos and burning hulks to his advantage, flipping on the modified 4x jammer as he approached. Pulling up as he neared the first battery, he lofted a few of the bomblets in an arc towards the battery before performing a hammerhead turn and flying at full military power past the soon to be wreckage. He lined up for the next target, realizing this one was fully defended he readied himself for a pass that was more than slightly insane, he knew he had enough altitude to clear the blast radius of the bomblets, he just hoped the speed would keep him safe from any shrapnel.

 

[Drexel Quinn]

Equipment: FO TIE Pilot Uniform, F-11E Blaster Rifle, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, ISB/S-47 "Scimitar III" Assault Bomber
Objective: Bombs Away!

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"Roger, thanks for the assist." Quinn said to Kurayami Bloodborn before pushing the Scimitar III into a corkscrew, pushing the admittedly low-maneuverability bomber to its limits as he evaded a Ssi-Ruuk pilot, before launching an advanced concussion missile from one of the missile tubes. The missile slammed into the saurian savage's fighter, killing the pilot and destroying much of the fighter, and what was left of the thing began its downwards tumble to its final destination as a crater in the pavement, while Quinn was already on his way to the next AA emplacement.

Soon the emplacement was in sight, and Quinn threw the bomber into a loop, punching the thrusters when it was at the apex and driving it into a steep dive downwards. The Scimitar's Jericho Trumpets kicked in, letting out a terrible wail as it descended on its target like a hefty bird of prey. Quinn first let loose with the bomber's laser cannons, dropping a few Ssi-Ruuk, before launching two more advanced proton bombs from the ordnance tubes. At the last moment he pulled up, flying through the explosion and evading wreckage before leveling out the bomber at low altitude. The flak cannon was demolished, along with its ammunition supply and surrounding support vehicles.

Quinn was now flying dangerously close to the ground, dodging and weaving through the streets of Victoria. He was about to begin lining up the next flak cannon in his sights when he got the indication that he was being tailed. Dodging the Ssi-Ruuk fighter's lasers, he kept himself in line with the cannon, trying not to diverge too much from the target. With the Ssi-Ruuk's lasers failing they switched weapons, and in his cockpit Quinn heard the obnoxious "Missile. Missile. Missile." warning from the ship's computer as the scalie's concussion missile rocketed towards his aft. Just as planned. As he approached the cannon he abruptly pulled the bomber up, nearly scraping the hull against the barrels of the emplacement. Behind him, the concussion missile careened into the flak emplacement, not given enough time to react and change course, bringing down the flak cannon in a fireball of friendly fire. The Ssi-Ruuk fighter tried to keep pursuit, but was quickly blasted out of the sky by one of Quinn's wingmates. With the immediate threats dealt with, the daring Baron flew upwards to reunite with his squadron.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective 2: BOMBS AWAY!

Equipment: Flight suit, MSD-32 disruptor pistols(2), Lightsaber, 'Makaria' Multi-role fighter

"Only doing my job sir."

The reply was curt and to the point, as Kurayami was rattled around by the shockwave from the explosion, thankfully no shrapnel damage, though it sounded like some may have bounced off the craft. Damn, not quite fast enough on that run. He was impressed by the way the other pilot handled what looked to be some manner of TIE bomber. SO far there had been relatively little in the way of aerial resistance that he had encountered, but he needed something to fill the time while the bomblet generator refilled. Time to go hunting.

Rolling to the left, he entered into a pitch turn to gain some altitude as he headed towards the city, where much of the fighting seemed to be centered. As he approached he set all the cannons to linked fire providing a massive boost in potential damage. Noting that the Ssi-Ruuvi fighters ahead were out of range, he decided to get their attention by taking a few pot shots to bring their attention to him. As though the paintjob wouldn't manage that on its own. Once he had some fighter engage him the most fun part would begin, dog fighting in cities was one of the more than slightly insane Corellian's past times.

 

[Vernon Hectis]

Objective I
Promenade, Victoria


DG-4582 continued leading the Ssi-ruu away, keeping their attention on him as he fired several shots each time he twisted his torso to look behind himself. He could see the savage beasts racing after him. It would only be a matter of time before they would catch up to him or gun him down, whichever came first. DG-4582 weaved through rubble in order to make blasting him much more difficult, which worked very much in his favor. Several Ssi-ruu fell to the trooper's blaster as he continued leading them away. Eventually, DG-4582 found himself nearing the Military Academy. He could hear fighting in the distance as he took a brief moment to catch his breath. His chest expanded and contracted quickly with each breath and, with the approaching Ssi-ruu, he had to make his last stand.

As DG-4582 looked over rubble to gauge where the Ssi-ruu tailing him were, his ears were filled with the roar of TIEs up above. Bombs quickly fell from the skies and onto DG-4582's targets, obliterating them before they could fire a single shot. DG-4582 looked once more to ensure his foes were taken out then raised his blaster in the air in celebration of this small victory. The trooper turned on his heel to the rear and could see other troopers engaged with Ssi-ruu forces. Quickly, he ran over to join with them in the fight.

"Who's in charge of this regiment?"

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[Resurgent Narrative]

We!
We take up arms and fight!
Fight hard!
Resist and do what's right!
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Caceres felt the sting of a claw on his back, he turned to land a killing blow across the scale's throat. His vibrodagger cut through with ease, the faceless facade of his helmet concealed the look of pleasure. The welcomed sound of TIE Bombers and their escorts were just part of the orchestra on this day. The men and women in his unit pushed forward as heavy weapons came up from the rear. "Sir!" Lt. Rajaverde gestured toward DG-4582. "He's been looking for you."​

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"Then send him my way, get into the Academy, now!" Caceres gestured to the opening of what had been the student lounge, scorched alabaster plastoid armor, and jagged bolt marks could be seen any of the Stormtroopers who now pushed toward the makeshift bunker. Victoria was just the beginning, from here they would move toward Laurentia and hopefully Suthrig where the last stronghold of the bastards was located. He cast a glance toward the river and watched as the hoverboats and troops pushed forward while others took civilians back the other way, toward Avalonia. ​

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It was the sound of a Ssi-Ruuk foot soldier nearing him that drew Caceres back to the present. Bolt to the midsection did away with the foot soldier, the Major would join his troops as at the base of the Academy's 'bunker' entrance. "Fireteams fan out, we get everyone out of here," the modulator distorted his voice, he took a moment to wipe blood from the visor of his helmet. It went without saying that any scale-bound bastard was a dead one the moment any of the troopers laid eyes on them. ​

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[Drexel Quinn]

Equipment: FO TIE Pilot Uniform, F-11E Blaster Rifle, SE-44F Blaster Pistol, ISB/S-47 "Scimitar III" Assault Bomber
Objective: Bombs Away! Charge!

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After regrouping with his squadron Quinn directed them to home in on the last set of targets in the area and the bombers sped off, advancing towards their target like hungry vultures. Quinn put the Scimitar III through its paces, dodging and weaving to avoid emplacement fire from the ground, a few coming too close for comfort. Right as he began lining up to bomb the emplacement below him, a lucky shot got through, severely damaging one of his wing panels. Yanking the controls to adjust for the impact, Quinn quickly pressed the button and released his payload of proton bombs, freefalling before exploding in an enormous cascade of death, utterly decimating the emplacement and its defenders.

Inside the cockpit alarms were blaring loudly as Quinn struggled to keep the bird airborne. He had counted his blessings that the shot didn't hit anywhere else, as that probably would've resulted in the bomber's stock of munitions exploding and taking him with it. However, he wasn't exceptionally lucky today: the shrapnel from the explosion had damaged the Scimitar III's engine, and it was quickly losing power.

"I'm going down! Squadron, assist friendly squadrons or return to the nest if you're empty." Rapidly running out of options, he sighed and put the bomber on a line to crash behind Ssi-Ruuk ranks before activating the cockpit escape pod. The pod detached from the bomber, which without direction began spiraling to its eventual resting place where it exploded in a large fireball. Making sure he was strapped in tight, he nudged the escape pod's direction and set it on a course to land by the Military Academy. He braced himself for impact as the cockpit drew closer and closer to the ground, and though its speed was reduced enough to not kill him immediately it still slammed into the ground with force, taking a Ssi-Ruuk soldier in the way with it.

Quinn groaned, a bit groggy from the force of the impact, and unbuckled himself from the seat before reaching beneath his seat and pulling out the F-11E fastened there. "Not how I pictured this day going," he said, grunting as he pushed the top hatch of the cockpit open, squeezing off a few bolts from the rifle at a nearby foot soldier. No doubt more lizards would be coming soon. Quinn hoisted himself out of the cockpit, and with his HUD showing him nearby friendlies he began moving to their position, keeping his F-11E leveled as he switched his comms to the proper channel and sent them a warning so they wouldn't shoot him.

"This is Baron Drexel Quinn, I'm coming in on your six, approaching on foot. Had to make an emergency landing."

DG-4582 | Resurgent Narrative ​

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had by this point fallen into a near trance like state of calm. This was his element, he was at home in the skies as he wound his way around the shattered ruins of a once great city. It seemed a couple of the scaly bastards wanted to try and play tag after all. Perfect. Rolling the craft inverted he dropped the nose through the horizon slightly and bled altitude quickly, dropping to be even with the jagged spires of the once great buildings. Rolling back upright, he knew the SSI-Ruuvi would follow him, now it was time to see just how well lizards could actually fly.

It was as he started to drop slightly lower that he hard the radio call from Drexel Quinn , definitely an unfortunate turn of events. He only hoped that the pilot would manage a soft enough belly landing that he would be able to walk way from the wreckage. For now though he had to stay focused. This reminded him of a few other battles he'd been in that ended up as trying to dogfight in urban areas. Usually it wasn't the best of ideas and he knew that today his craft wouldn't escaped unscathed either. He was jinking just enough to keep the shots take by his pursers from landing, though only by the thinnest of margins. That meant at least a couple glancing blows would get through. Maybe he could case one to over correct though. It was this thought that he played off of, scraping the right side of the nose along a building, sending chunks of stone and metal along with molten glass zipping towards his newfound friends. Making a move to split on instinct the one almost directly behind him clipped a building with just a bit more force.

The Correllian didn't try to see if he had actually accomplished anything other than making more work for himself when he got back, nasty scratches along the side of the fighter and metal bent out of shape was the least of his worries right now though. The impulsive move had thrown him into a near flatspin when he had tried to pull left before hitting any major support structures. As he struggled against the controls he fired a short burst towards one of the buildings across the street from the one he had impacted. Oops. Should probably leave that out of the after action report.

Pulling up from the streets Kurayami brought the fighter scraping just over the top of a nearby ruin, dragging the dogged Ssi-Ruuvi pilot after him. As soon as he'd cleared he dipped down before pulling an immelmann and passing back over the hostile as he caught the ruin head on. Cleared of pursuers for the moment, he angled towards the spaceport, maybe he could at least find something to get the hull back in shape after his antics.

Resurgent Narrative​

 

[Vernon Hectis]

Objective I


DG-4582 was lead towards the Major in charge of the contingent, but before he could approach, a spray of laser bolts came his direction. He ducked and dodged them as he moved inside the bunker with the rest of the troopers. Bodies were thrown about the area, both troopers and lizardmen alike ripped apart by the raging battle. Once inside, DG-4582 approached the Major once again. He gave a strong salute before speaking.

"Sir, DG-4582, reporting. My entire squad was taken out along the Promenade. I am the last survivor and awaiting further orders."

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