Salvaging The Remnants [Imperial Remnant/Ask to Join]

[Aithne Charr]

Solan walked with the Fel Empress, smiling as she spoke and nodding to her. A King and an Empress, her with her Imperial Knights and him with a squad of his own Shadow Legion. In his hands was the Nameless Blade, a martial Scythe that he had taken a liking too but had recently been thinking about replacing once he could copy the effects the Alchemical process took to it. It allowed him higher control of Pyrokinesis as well as allowed him to catch flames or lightning with its blade for his own use. Sure it was a crude and cumbersome weapon, but really he had his saber and a number of daggers hidden in his viola coat incase something happened. As well as the Krath War Blade that was in its Scabbard over his shoulder.

"You see my Empress, Kesh is looking for new trade partners after the acquisition of Kal'Shebbol and i was curious if you were interested in becoming a partner in this venture. Allowing both our peoples higher values of living through jobs involving the trade between your people and mine." He smiled as he walked with the Fel, his eyes traveling over the walls as he remembered the old Fel Imperium. Good memories with a old chapter of his life. "Oh By the way Empress, i apologize for not getting you off the planet during the battle, such poor conditions. I promise you this time my Dark Harvester will be able to get you clear of this planet and the Sith."

 

[Alva Calvarona]

@SC-4486 @SC-4486 [member="Jericho Mayhew"] [member="Corvinus Palpatine"] [member="Eobarda Tarkin"] @IP-2489 @Slade Zambrano [member="Mirus Hi'ija"] [member="Aurna Vern"] @Sivillias Cortuna [member="Weiss"] [member="Juliette Sasko"]

​The majority of the Imperial Fleet was in a bit of rough shape, but then again there had been more of them at Crina too, and the Crinan Navy had dispersed separately explaining that bit. Still, each Imperial pilot and warship had to be worth double their weight in enemy scrap. The amount of wreckage that belonged to the mercenary attackers could attest to that, though corresponding debris showed that the opposition certainly had no intention of backing off or giving in just yet. The battle seemed to be slowly turning in their favor though, even without Admiral Tarkin's forces having linked with them yet either. The 181st had every intention to fight to end the skirmish before the Chiss woman or reinforcements ever arrived. No need to dirty up more the fleet to deal with garbage.

"Kestral, Hound, this is Shockwave One. Pull out of this mess, bomber squadrons will be making a run on the main mercenary vessels targeting our fleet's core ships. You are to escort them on their way and eliminate any more scum who attempt to shoot them down. I expect to see fireworks and a lot few enemy frigates got it?" That is. . . .if she lived to see it that is. Which was especially a concern as the Heart of Crina made a very sudden turn into the middle of the fray. Of all things Alva hadn't expected to have to worry about her own allies trying to kill her and her forces as well. "All units get clear of the Heart! Whoever's driving it is drunker than a gundark locked in the wine cellar!"

Gritting her teeth, Alva watched as those who were caught unawares, or who just weren't fast enough, were crushed by the bulk of the heavy cruiser as it turned, turning a score of fighters, both Imperial TIEs and Mercenary Uglies, into more debris to dot space. Clutching her own controls tightly, Alva was tempted to scream her throat raw at the idiot in command of the vessel, but thought better of it as she saw the damage the ship had suffered thus far. "Those Hypervelocity Guns did more punishment than I would have thought. . . .. . . .someone tell the boys playing in the jungle to do something about those while they're at it! When did mercs have the time to set those up. . . ."

 

[IT-8442]

IT-8442 flipped a series of three switches, dialed a nob to the appropriate setting, and thumbed the final button... and was rewarded by the low roar of an engine turning over. '442 grabbed the pair of sticks in front of him and placed his feet upon a pair of pedals. The hum of pistons, gears, and secondary electric motors filled the air within the enclosed space surrounding the clone and his AE-RS walker stood from its crouched position to tower above the rest of his platoon.

"TK-705 at the ready." He reported over his suit's built-in comm, which automatically routed the signal through the scout walker's larger and more powerful communications suite. Glancing at the sensor display in front of him, '442 watched over two dozen green IFF dots maneuver around him. Two large, green dots came to life among the cluster of green already on his display as the other two scout walker in their platoon were activated. Their tags identifying them as another AE-RS and an AT-AW. The pilots of the two craft called out their ready status on platoon-wide comms.

"TK-705 moving forward." '442 said as he pressed down on one pedal at a time and moved his machine forward.

 

[Chip]

IP-2489 eased the controls to the right and his TIE V/XL Exault-class Starfighter glided further away from his wingman in response. To his left, the other two surviving members of his squadron spread out from one another as they raced ahead of the Celestial Blight. Behind them, a pair of surviving TIE Galaxy-class Bombers struggled to keep up with the powerful starfighters.

"This is Imperial Starfighter designation CDF-Zero-Delta-Three-Niner-Foxtrot-Seven. We are en-route from the Celestial Blight to re-enforce your position, and are requesting orders." '489 said over his TIE's communications suite, broadcasting on half a dozen standard imperial frequencies. "Also, please be advised, the Celestial Blight is unable to transmit communications, but is receiving just fine."

The five small ships moved together as one, the Celestial Blight's IFF tag slowly growing more distant on their sensors. In front of them, an angry swarm of friendly and hostile starfighters dove and danced between massive frigates and star destroyers as they sought to kill one another or any of the massive ships that hung in orbit over the world below. IP-2489 pushed his fighter's throttle forward as he accelerated towards combat. His fighter pulled ahead of the others in his unit before they could mimic his acceleration. "Strap in ladies." '489 said on his squad-wide channel. "First order of the day is to punch through that mess and find whatever ship's punching holes in our fleet. And then kill it with extreme prejudices."

 

[Komo]

As Greta and her commandos got landed on the surface, they rendezvous with one of the arranged mercenary contact, Jergo on the ground near a rocky outcrop. The major then asked the mercenary for an update of the situation at hand. "Report. Get me up to speed." The mercenary contact then spoke in an upbeat tone but that slowly transitioned into disappointment. "Some of our forces managed to ambush some of the Remnant Stormtroopers earlier on, but we were too few, and when half of them got wiped out, the rest fled." Cowards. That's what you get for hiring people with no loyalty to anyone but money. Nothing better than bantha fodder those lot were. She would spit on the ground in disdain, if not for the helmet on her head. "What was their last known bearing?" Jergo replied "Their last reported location was due west of here. Platoon strength or possibly more. More still streaming around. Reports seem to mention a walker or two. But they were without confirmation."

With the crucial information she needed given to her, the team began moving off in the direction of the enemy, hoping to gather some intel on the enemies movement and activities. At least it seemed like the mercenaries were at least good for something, she thought. Hopefully, they would continue to stall the Remnant forces until the team reached.

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Unburdened by the lack of heavy equipment and supplies, the small team of Blackblade Guard moved around the surface landscape quickly, and it was not long before they caught up with sight of their intended target. The lead scout got down into a prone position before signalling for the rest of them to follow suit. As they crawled to the edge of a rocky cliff, she was treated to the sight of their target. A long stream of stormtroopers were marching along the sandy terrain, made arid with the constant acid rain. Their white armour ever recognisable against the sandy brown landscape. Grabbing a pair of macrobinoculars, she moved it left and right as she examined whatever she could of the enemy's troop movements. Platoons and platoons, probably battalion strength. A walker leading the column. Just one. But one was plenty enough judging by their current loadout and strength. There was no way they could take them on, they were outnumbered and outgunned. She just need to grab whatever intel she could, and hightail it out of here. That was her mission. The mercenaries would do the fighting.

That was all they were good for anyway.

[member="Corvinus Palpatine"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Leon Reeko"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Kentarch"]

"Sir, the Nebulon has broken off engagement!" Corvinus breathed a sigh of relief. This gave a chance for the Heart of Crina to reposition itself and bring the port guns to bear. All it would take was a good barrage from the long-range guns and what little was left of the mercs shields would be dropped and their ship scrapped.

"Excellent. Reposition the ship and bring our port-side batteries to bear on their ship." Corvinus' words slithered from his tongue far too sinisterly for even his liking. "Engineer Kaid, deploy astromechs to the starboard side and begin circuit repairs; I want all weapons operational before we engage another vessel."

"Aye, aye sir!"

Wrapping his cape elegantly around his arm, Corvinus turned to the Captain as the ship lurched to bring its port guns around. "Captain, what is the status of the remainder of the fleet?"

"Mi'lord, we have lost two ships and computers estimate that ninty percent of the fleet has taken moderate to heavy damage."

"And the enemy?"

"Crippled sir. According to scanners the Nebulon B2 is the last mercenary frigate engaged in battle. All that seems to remain are scattered ships of corvette and fighter class."

That was good, but that feeling from earlier had gotten stronger. The Darkside was growing heavier in this place; creeping onto the field of battle like black tendrils. There were Sith here and they were close. Suppressing his outward emotions, Palpatine nodded.

"Very well, let us wipe away the last of these Sith feed mongrels and prepare orbital bombardment of the Hyper Velocity Guns."

"Yes sir. Port guns have been positioned and the enemy vessel is moving to reengage. They are too far out for turbo batteries but our long rang guns have a clear shot down their bow."

"Burn them"

"Yes sir."

There was always an odd silence before the batteries engaged a target. A moment when the unblooded members of the bridge crew took in the fact that they were about to take the live of hundreds, maybe thousands, of lives. But not Corvinus. He had made his decisions and the mercenaries had made theirs. He had decided to bring forth a New Order. They had decided to sell their souls to the Sith for money.

That alone meant that peace was not an option. Not for the mercenaries. Not for the Sith. Especially not for the Remnant. The winners would have their glory and the losers would burn. That was the way of the galaxy and Corvinus would make sure that the Remnant were the victors; and when they had won, they would build a society of peace and prosperity upon the ashes of those who'd defied them.

"Firing now"

The distance between the Heart and the enemy Nebulon lit up with battery fire; cylinders of painted death crossing kilometers in seconds. The Nebulon's shield's flickered, burning a violent electric blue as the first round made impact. The second round sparked the shields, but this time they glowed a hellish red before sputtering and giving way.

The third round met no resistance. The green beam punched through the front of the vessel, throwing liquidized metal and plasma into the vacuum of space. The whole bridged cheered and then a fourth round made impact, then a fifth and a sixth. Within seconds of the firing commencing, the Nebulon's skin began to glow red and without warning it suddenly exploded outward from the mid-section. Particles of dust and hot debris were shot into space by a bright blue ball of plasma that swallowed the ship whole before spitting out chunks of hull down towards Vjun's surface.

Corvinus could feel the lives extinguish the moment it happened. The very second the ship exploded, he felt the force cringe at their fates. His men cheered for victory and not being dead. But not Corvinus. Corvinus smiled. He smiled at the fate of those who had opposed the Empire. Those who opposed peace and order and stability.

"Good. Good" He mused under his breath. "Commander, I sense that we have Sith company about. Train all scanners to try and pick out any ships outside the battle; they are bound to be avoiding combat as Sith do. In the meantime, prepare our ship for bombardment; those velocity guns are too bothersome to ignore."

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Slade Zambrano"] [member="Sirca Zione"] [member="SC-4486"] [member="Weiss"]

Leon didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was the fact that this little punk had basically spat on the memory of Bradley. Regardless, Leon didn't think when he threw his fist right at [member="Slade Zambrano"] with his fist clenched tight and his knuckle plate aimed to make first impact. He didn't care if this kid was the personal butler of the moffs or the Empress herself; he wasn't going to freeze up like he did during the battle.

He was better than that. He was a stormtrooper.

"Shut up you little kark!" Leon shouted as he drove his fist forward and right for the Sith's nose.

 

[Slade Zambrano]

[member="IT-8442"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Weiss"]

Slade wasn't the best fighter in the galaxy, he'd been beaten plenty of times and most of those losses he didn't really take all that well. Probably because most of those losses were particularly humiliating and rather degrading, it wasn't everyday one lost in a bare naked sword fight to a woman after all. But regardless of getting your ass kicked in the here and now he still wasn't a fighter, well he was. Just not a very good one. So when the fist struck slade his head pushed aside and he staggered back gripping at his nose, now if there was one thing slade was good at, it was taking a punch. Trickles of blood fell down his nose and it wasn't broken but something was definitely not well in the land of Slade's nose.

"You insolent DOG!" and with that cane the hatred and with hatred came power.

The force swelled around Slade and while he wasn't the best fighter in the world he could take a stormtrooper fresh out of boot no problem. He lifted his left hand as his eyes filled with murder and revenge. With his hand shaped like that of the infamous Darth Vader when he was angry with a subordinate, power flowed through him and would find itself around the troopers windpipe in a sense that emphasized strangulation. See that's where people misunderstood the word choked, choking was when something was obstructing your windpipe. The proper term was force strangulation, and that's exactly what slade was doing, some good old fashion down to earth strangulation.

"You cross me like that again, and I'll kill you. You see this is the way the world works, I'm important and you're not. I'm a Zambrano and you're a number! Know your place number and get in line!" Slade spat on the ground then let go of his force strangulation on the trooper hoping the man had learned his lesson.

 

[Serenity]

The battle was fierce, every time only coming out of cloak when nesecary, and coordinating everything was pushing her computer. She so needed more resources. She missed the days of having the entire republic supporting her with infrastructure. She would have to see about installing a supercomputer or two into some of the imperial ships so she could aid them. She had jammed the enemy corvette just right, and saw their shields shudder. They had 10 minutes at max till their shields were gone so she decloaked and readied her system, the ship hiding in plane sight, it would be hard even without the cloak to see the ship that she was in. After all it had a nightshadow coat, gravitc modulator and dampners on the engine. She prepared for the time, counting down to the nano second. Then the ships shields dropped and the two ships she controlled the Nike and her ship, which didn't have a fancy organic name it was just an XR Liberator. She coordinated the guns of both vessals and deployed the bombers and starfighters, watching them fly towards the foe. They wouldn't know what hit them. As round and round of fire hit them hard, The real kicker was when the bombers hit, the ship blew up in a bright flash as bombs did their part.

"Corvette down" She said to anyone listening on the comms and then waited to turn back on their cloaks, ordering the bombers and starfighters to the next target. Oh this was fun. Organics dies so easily. It was sad, and well now it was time to kill more. She had to protect Aurna and her faction which appeared to be the Imperial Remnant.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

[member="Slade Zambrano"] [member="Leon Reeko"]

"Want to try that on me?" He asked taking a swig of his whiskey. It wasn't clear how long he had been there but he had seen the whole situation. He asked pelting the man with a rock using the force. " I mean if we are going to threaten allies with the force I want a turn." He hated men who let the force get to their head. Plus he was tired of trying to find this empress who didn't seem to be anywhere. Eldoc chuckled and looked to the stormtrooper walking to go help him up offering a hand. " Calm down kid, people die, we don't have time to honor him, grab his tag and lets move. If we get the chance we can come back and grab his body. But chances are well you know the risks, we are without a home and on this god forsaken world. So lets go before the empress is downed by the damn sith. " He said essentially ignoring the brat of a force user. Though he kept an eye on him with the force, the last thing he wanted was a surprise of a force users variety. Eldoc wore Imperial Knight armor from hundreds of years ago, it was clear it was ancient but well maintained. He wore a cloak over it of course but it was getting time they stop messing around. "Lets go people unless this petty Zambrano wants a fight, I would be happy to oblige him." He siad not even looking at the kid. It wasn't good to be so easy to goad and this was a test, could the kid get to their duties or did he need to be taken down a peg? This was why people needed more training he though with a sigh.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

It hadn't taken long for Sirca to fall over from the loss of blood, and the pain he felt at the moment. His head smacked the ground, but the helmet softened the impact. His thoughts rushed quickly to death, then a idea. Quickly, he removed the metal with what strength he had left, and watched the blood seep out like a facet. Packing dirt into the wound, he yelled in pain. His hopes were set on the dirt clotting the wound, so he packed more, and more. His eyes rolled in the back of his head from the pain as he passed out.

What was probably minutes later, his eyes opened again, and sith troopers had showed up at the wreckage, probably there to kill any stragglers from it. There was maybe, three of them, but it didn't matter Sirca was seeing doubles at the moment. The various bodies laying around were shot, one by one by the Sith. He held his breath, and felt something surge inside his body. Adrenaline.

As one came closer to him, and shot a body next to him, his eyes went wide. He was next. Slowly the trooper hovered over him, checking his wound, pondering, probably, why there was dirt inside the man's wound. "This guy had the right idea, but it was too late. Poor bastard. Nasty way to go. This one is certainly dead guys!" He yelled to the other two. The other two looked back at him, "Shoot him anyways. Double tap that bastard." The leader yelled back. The trooper hovering over him sighed. He didn't want to do this, this much was obvious.

Sirca had to think quick, he was seconds from a certain death. Quickly, he moved his leg across the Sith's, tripping him over, a shot smashing into the ground next to his head, causing his ears to ring. Pain shot up his body, but he ignored it. He rolled over the fallen trooper, and started to punch him in the head, eventually opting to snap his neck, making a loud cracking sound.

By now the other troopers had turned their attention him, and started firing. One shot glanced his back, but the armor took most of the hit.
[member="Leon Reeko"] [member="IT-8442"]

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

[member="Sirca Zione"] [member="Eldoc Quasat"] [member="Slade Zambrano"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="IT-8442"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Solan Charr"]

The Storm Commandos had finished clearing a path in the mines for the Stormtrooper platoon that was about to make it's way through, They began making their way, They were nearing the position of the Empress, soon enough, the figure that gave morale to all of the Imperial Remnant would be safe from the Sith and their hired mercenaries.

Not even a second after that thought went past his mind, SC-4486 froze with shock and suspense as he heard the familiar beep of a mine being triggered, he turned to look at the commando who stepped on it, they had not know it was there, it did not show up on the scanners.

SC-4486 did not need to see the commando's face to know that it was filled with guilt and fear, "I'm sorry" The commando said, The rest of the Commandos ran to get out of range, but it was too late, the mine exploded in a fiery inferno of energy and plasma. SC-4486, who had began running first and was thus the furthest from the mine, was pushed outwards from the mine by the sheer force of explosion as the rest were either wounded or killed, That single explosion sent debris everywhere, which inturn triggered more mines, soon after many explosions rang through the dense Vjun jungle, for all to hear.

 

[Aithne Charr]

The sound of the mine reached clear to where Solan was standing with the empress, his eyes moving in that direction before returning to look at her with a wide smile. "Well, miss Fel, i must say it was a good conversation but we really should be getting you to the ship no. Don't you think?" He smiled at the Fel and waved his Shadow legion on ahead to make sure the way was clear while he himself unsheathed the Krath War blade that had been on his back. He was going to have some fun with who ever came and his hands rested at his side as he hurried along, flanking the empress with her imperial knights there too.

 

[H3xle]

[member=SC-4486] [member=SC-4486] [member="alva calvarona"] [member="Corvinus Palpatine"] [member="Eobarda Tarkin"] [member=IP-2489] [member="Mirus Hi'ija"] [member="Aurna Vern"] [member="Sivillias Cortuna"] [member=Weiss] [member="Juliette Sasko"]






"Kestrel, Hound, this is Shockwave One. Pull out of this mess, bomber squadrons will be making a run on the main mercenary vessels targeting our fleet's core ships. You are to escort them on their way and eliminate any more scum who attempt to shoot them down. I expect to see fireworks and a lot few enemy frigates got it?"

"Gotcha Shockwave One, Kestrels will provide cover for bombers." Jericho responded on the command frequency, then switched over to his squadron net. "Alright, Birds, lets tak care of our slower brothers and sisters while they wreak some havoc of their own! Flight three and four cover the left flank, top and bottom respectively. One and two take the right. I want to see good formations around the bombers."

Jericho peeled his fighter off to the left and up. He came around with Flight One on the top right side of the bomber formation, relative to the direction of travel of said bomber formation. He checked both the radar and visually to see that his birds were giving room to maneuver to both their fellow Kestrels and the bombers as well. Jericho and the other three flight leaders pulled forward of the bombers and acted as the point of a very heavy spear.

"Kestrel One to Bombers, sync your sensor nets to the Kestrel net. Give some room to maneuver, because you can bet your bottom dollar that we'll be juking and jiving around you." Jericho waited for the affirmative response and the request for more units to join the squadrons tactical network. He accepted them and then put it to the back of his mind. Enemy fighters were dead ahead. "We've got contact dead ahead, bombers go into evasive action. Kestrels, engage the enemy."

With that order, a force of half of each flight was left behind for close in guarding of the bombers, while the rest of the unit went forward and engaged the enemy fighters before they could get into range of the bombers. The four fighters that were in front, Jericho included, were joined by four more fighters as a diversionary force. The rest of the attacking Kestrels formed up further back and waited as the hammer force. The diversionary force came in from above and to the left, hitting with lasers and in weapons. They dipped, ducked and dodged the enemy weapons fire, on account of their superb maneuverability, and were through the enemy force in seconds. Many of the enemy turned to pursue, and more of them were watching the fleeing diversionary force when the Hammer struck. The hammer force employed laser and ion attacks, then slowed to fire their concussion warheads. Most of the enemy fighters that had turned to follow the diversionary force were obliterated, along with several of the non following enemy forces. This wasn't without it's dangers, though, and two Kestrels met their end as their lowered speed didn't let them dodge well enough and two fighters joined the enemy units in short lived fireballs followed by slowly spinning wreckage.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="IT-8442"] [member="Leon Reeko"] [member="Sirca Zione"] [member="Weiss"]

SC-4486 sat against a tree, wounded bad, the rest of his unit was either disintegrated or dead, leaving him the only survivor of the mine explosion, his armour was charred, with his equipment scattered all over the area, a piece of shrapnel had impaled his abdomen, leaving him bleeding slightly, the shrapnel was keeping most of the blood from coming out.

He weakly picked up his blaster rifle and stood up, beginning to limp/walk to the Empress' position, He would not give up easily. "This is SC-4486, My squad was killed in an explosion, I am wounded and am nearing the Empress, requesting for the Stormtroopers to pick up the pace, I might not make it." He said into his communicator, unsure whether anyone would receive it.

 

[Weiss]

As the explosion schatterad the djungle ahead Weiss cursed and pulled the com from his second near by.

"Roger that Commando! We are pushing ahead. I am countering your previous order commando - you are to fall back and join the main force as forward scout on the left flank. You are a too valuable asset to be thrown away at this point. Fall in!" Weiss ordered and switched to storm corp general.

" Platoon - Listen in! The mines has been cleared. All mechanised vheichles are to proceed with haste. Infantry on the rear and flanks. Wounded troopers form rear guard with command. We just lost an entire squad to accomplish this, now we got momentum. Lets make their lives count! For the Empire - FORWARD!"

[member="SC-4486"]
@Solan Char
[member="Sirca Zione"]
[member="Slade Zambrano"]
[member="IT-8442"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Greta Kohler"]
[member="Corvinus Palpatine"]

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

[member="Weiss"] [member="Corvinus Palpatine"] [member="Sirca Zione"] [member="IT-8442"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Slade Zambrano"]

"Negative, Sir, I have orders from the higher ups to do this, and I'm not going to fail my mission or abort my orders." SC-4486 said into his communicator, and shut it off, he continued limping somewhat fast towards the signal, before he spotted a container of something that looked like a muddy liquid 'Bactade?' he thought as he bent over to pick it up.

He proceeded to sit against a tree and take off his helmet, He then opened the seal on the container and began chugging it down, he started spluttering, Bactade was known for it's healing abilities, but was rarely used for it's horrendous chalky taste. He finished the container and threw it aside.

Healing his wounds enough for now, and regained his energy, he put his helmet back on and began to sprint again towards the signal.

 

[Weiss]

Weiss heard the negation from the commando, noting it silently to himself. He knew better to start an arguement with troopers ordered by some higher up. He did not like it when it happened. It meant things became chaotic with a vaguer leadership and in the long run that would become an issue. But for this mission he lweft the commando running on his own and returned to matters at hand.

"Contact!" the left scout warned through the platoon com. From the forest a large band of hostiles appeared, laying down a barrage of blasterfire. It took the platoon with surprise but at least now they could see their enemy.

"Right flank, 90 degreess west, 100 meters forward - dig yourself in and give me som mortar fire on Y304, X57!" Weiss acted swiftly directing the men at his command.

"TK-705 - turn your machine around and cover the troopers advance. Eyes open for enemy walkers!" at the same time he waved the unit around jumpingto cover as the fire started to rain down around them. Noticing the superiour numbers of the enemy he switched to command frequency.

"This is Lieutenant Weiss of the 337th. We have hit the belly of the beast. About 1 click from the VIP location. Any nearby Loyalist forces are adviced to encircle the enemy and take out their flanks."

Then Weiss stood and fired a barrage of blasters toward the enemy.

"Alriight men! It looks like we hit the main force here. Remember your training and give em hell!" he roared.

[member="SC-4486"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Sirca Zione"]
[member="Slade Zambrano"]
[member="IT-8442"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Greta Kohler"]
[member="Corvinus Palpatine"]
[member="Rick Galurom"]

 

[IT-8442]

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SC-4486

Hearing the exchange between TK-407 and the CO on his walker's communicator, IT-8442 clenched his fists tighter onto the control sticks of his vehicle as the CO ignored the trooper's plea for assistance and instead ordered his men forward at a standard pace. "We're having some difficulty with out communicators, sir." '442 said over his vehicle's comm as he pushed the throttle to the maximum setting. "We couldn't copy that last order."

His AE-RS raced ahead of the slowly advancing squads of infantry. To his lift, he saw the other AE-RS and AT-AW keeping pace with him. Apparently, they too had chosen to experience equipment malfunction instead of follow a stupid order and leave a fellow trooper, not to mention the Empress, to die while the CO performed his slow advance. IT-8442 switched his vehicle's communicator to a private frequency with TK-407. "This is Echo Squad's Assault Recon detail. We are in-route to your position at best speed." The clone's feet pressed firmly against a pair of petals and the assault walker's engine roared with power as the vehicle accelerated to its maximum speed of 145km/h. On the vehicle's radar, he could see the other AE-RS match his speed and the AT-AW begin lagging behind as it struggled with its 98.3km/h maximum speed.

They might get split up a bit between here and there, but they'd be on the trooper's position in only a few short minutes. After that... They would save the Empress.

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(OOC: [member="Weiss"], dude, you need to lay off the ordering thing. Chain of command is one thing, but dictating the entire story of what happens to the platoon and what each stormtrooper should be doing is getting very, very old. Give other writers some leeway to get creative, otherwise you're going to destroy any interest in writers joining or staying with the IR Stormtroopers.)