Showdown at Skye (INVITE ONLY Resistance/First Order)

[Aram Kalast]

Aram merely sat there and stared down [member="Maya Zantar"] as she spoke. The green-skinned alien fumbled over her words and tried to rush proceedings, it was of course expected considering the level of what they had to trade. He would make her sweat, just a moment longer.
“Mr Sonn as given you only his highest regards in turn. He is a great judge of character it would seem.” He twirled his fingers together and allowed them to form a point over his knee. “He also did indeed fill me in on the details. However before I agree to any terms I wish to see proof that what you have is indeed what is claimed it is.”

The rumour was indeed something that the First Order needed to possess. A weapon powerful enough to end the Galactic Alliance, the Republic and maybe even the One Sith without opposition. The question however was naturally that she had indeed managed to procure the plans for such a weapon or if it was just another elaborate ruse by some politician looking to get rich from the fresh treasure troves of the First Order. “You understand of course?” He added, just to be sure she understood he hated being double crossed.

 

[Krayn]

“I—“ Maya stalled on her words as she felt the panic in her gut. “—Of course.” Naturally it went against everything she had been told to do. Never show the merchandise before the terms were agreed upon, but there was something about this man that forced her hand.

She reached into her jacket pocket and produced a small holodisc that was slid onto the table. A red light from within began to spark upwards and projected a holographic sphere that continued to circle the disc. “There. Good enough for you?” She had been through a lot to get those plans, infiltrating the Alliance, infiltrating the scientist’s little hobby club on Omwat and of course making sure that no-one in Alliance Intelligence had realised that she had copied the plans rather than the report of just destroying them that she had issued. “Now can we discuss payment?” She gave a look towards [member="Aram Kalast"] who was just as intimidating as ever.

 

[Aram Kalast]

The woman produced the holo-disc and the image erupted from it like a sign from the heavens themselves. There it was, floating there in all it’s glory just waiting for him to take it and issue it to the Supreme Leader. “Yes, yes very good.” His eyes didn’t move from the plans that continued to tease him with the way they circled that disc. “You are certain that this is the only remaining copy, all others were destroyed?”

He stood and moved to face the nearby catering table, it was bare and un-interesting but it gave him a focal point while he awaited confirmation of his question. She wanted the galaxy in payment for this, something Aram would have given her in a previous time, but there would be no room for double-crossers and traitors in the era of the First Order. He’d have to make his own counter-offer.

“On terms of your payment however we have one little hiccup.” Aram turned and the blaster in his hand was raised to face the green-skinned girl before him. “I’ve been issued that all witnesses be removed. I apologise, it is after all only business.” He glanced at the plans once more and then pulled the trigger…

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Resistance Team Besh
Distraction at Refueling Station

This was the hardest part… the sitting and waiting to decant and go into action. All personal thoughts that had been whirling around were tucked away after one more longing look at the holopic that was wedged into the corner of her flight console, then Russo did her best to concentrate on what was ahead for Black Squadron and those tagging along to help with distracting the First Order from the Resistance's main objective; getting their ships from Skye's shipyard.

The plan was this: Jump into the outer skirts of the system where the Rithati Ridge Fueling Station was located, then immediately make another micro jump into the eye of the tiger. That would put them just a few kilometers away from their target. They needed to hit the station hard and fast as speed and surprise were their only ally here, hopefully getting more bang for their credit with all the fuel present, then scramble out keeping the First Order busy for a bit while the other group completed their mission.

The nav computer counted down… three, two, one, then Alleycat pushed up the hyperdrive lever and Black Nine reverted to realspace. Rusty quickly recalculated the micro jump coordinates and sent them out to the other ships. The next jump was quick, then her X-wing reappeared this time with the refueling station in her sights and also something she wasn't expecting. Frak!

"Don't worry about that Star Destroyer yet.. Stay on target. Hit the fueling station hard and fast like we planned. Two flight go low. Three flight high with me… Inquisitor, watch our backs. Also let Team Aurek know we are commencing run and Big Daddy is here," Alex keyed over the comm as her T-85's S-foils expanded into attack position and two proton torpedoes were launched a few moments later.

How they'd ever get out of there alive was beyond her, but that was secondary to their mission at hand.

[member="Damon Riggs"] [member="General Beyyr"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] @any others with Team Besh/Distraction
Also [member="Evelin Redstar"] [member="Khindys Kaai"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Aram Kalast"] for planning.

 

[Damon Riggs]

"[member="Khindys Kaai"], thank you sir, we'll be sure to be careful. This isn't the first time out for some of us. Russo is taking point on this one, and I'm here to make sure they have the cover to do what they need to. When we get there she'll relay any pertinent information, Riggs out."

The former navy captain rolled his eyes at the formality of the transmission. He could appreciate the rag tag group wanting to act all grown up and professional, but this was not a professional group by any means. They needed to remember that and use it to their advantage. Their enemy was a well oiled military machine, and the Rebels behaving like Rebels, well, that would upset them, and make them overplay their hand eventually. The resistance needed to take pride in their slip shod, thrown together band of fighters. What the First Order would see as weakness, that was their strength.

Riggs feathered the yoke of his ship and once he broke the atmosphere of the ice cold planet, he made the jump to light speed. They did not have far to go, so no sense in making a pot of caf for the crew. He didn't need them having to pee in the middle of the fight which was about to ensue. In, hit the target, out, that was how this was supposed to be done. Riggs kissed his finger and placed it on the holopic of a certain Tanaabian before they decanted from the first jump.

"Signal Black 9, and let them know we got the coordinates while I punch them in. Here we go ladies, time to earn your keep. When we break after this jump I want you all in battle stations. We could drop into a mess and I want us ready if the poodoo hits the fan."

The micro jump was punched, and when they pulled out, they had company. Russo's voice came over the comms. Black Squadron was going in, and Riggs was supposed to cover their run.

"Copy that, Black 9. We got your six, and if we can, we'll take some of the heat off of you so you can make your run. Let's blow this thing as fast we can. Big Daddy isn't going to let us have our fun once he realizes what's going on."

Riggs maneuvered the ship to bring up the rear. He did his best to keep his mind of the Star Destroyer and the mission at hand.

"Team Aurek this is Riggs. We gotta Star Destroyer here."

[member="General Beyyr"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Dex Bastion"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Real-space reverted and Dex’s X-Wing exited the swirling mess of Hyperspace and entered the arena that was soon to become the Resistance’s first action against the First Order. His droid instantly threw out a series of beep to confirm that the immediate scans had been done on the area around Skye.
“Aurek Flight this is Black One. Report in.” Dex said through his microphone as he gave the space a look over. He could make out the shapes of the distant First Order defences, the silhouettes of the Resistance confiscated fleet and one hell of a star destroyer.

Dex’s eyes shot wide open and his fingers quickly moved to the communicator before patching it through to the entirety of the Resistance channels.
“We have a star destroyer in the vicinity of the fleet, looks a lot like VIP two. I repeat all craft switch baring to eight seven three.” Dex pulled his X-Wing around to swung it wide as he saw the remaining fighters of his flight fall into position behind him.

The mission had to remain as listed, Star Destroyer or not. The real question came in that how come it wasn’t reported, surely something as important as the Supreme Commander of the First Order being on the planet should have been at the top of intel reports. Then again they had got reports, incomplete reports that they hadn’t waited to be decrypted. “We need to rethink this.” Dex shot through the channel to [member="Evelin Redstar"] and the strike team. “We won’t last long against firepower of that magnitude.”

 

[Khindys Kaai]

The general smiled tightly at [member="Evelin Redstar"] as she spoke of legends and plans. "I can't take too much of the credit, Princess. Many of us will be legends, I think, dead or alive. I agree with your assessment; schematics should be our first priority so that we can efficiently reach the tractor beam controls. We may need to divide the team in order to both slice their databanks for decryption information and disable the tractor beams; I will volunteer to lead the slicing effort." Khin was good with technology, the product of a childhood spent taking things apart and putting them back together, and he was confident that even a First Order network couldn't keep him out for long.

He glanced over at [member="Nara Basaar"], his brow furrowing. He was glad to have a medic along, but the girl was not combat ready. It was terrifying enough the first time you had blaster bolts flying around you; your instinct was to lie on the ground and cover your ears until the shooting stopped. It was even worse the first time you realized you'd shot someone, the cold feeling in the pit of the stomach that came with taking a life. Khin could remember dozens of faces as the light went out of their eyes. They had not been good people; many had died so that he could save others from them. But they haunted him still. He was glad that First Order stormtroopers wore faceless helmets.

The signal came in that Force Besh's attack run had begun, and Khin gave the order to drop out of hyperspace. And then everything went sideways.

The magnificently fearsome bulk of a particularly deadly class of Star Destroyer dropped into view just as [member="Dex Bastion"]'s words filtered over the comm. Now that they were closer to the origin of [member="Kira Vaal"]'s transmission, her words filtered in as well, speaking a name like stereo. VIP Two, the Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"] himself, sat between them and their objective. What ill luck or sick joke of fate had brought him here at the worst possible moment Khin could not imagine. He was a man of realities, and was quickly devising a plan to deal with this one. "Force Aurek, divert all weapon and non-essential power to forward deflectors and engines," he ordered.

They had exactly two chances to stay alive. The first was if Kalast didn't see them before making the microjump to defend Rithati Ridge from Force Besh, though that would not mean good things for the diversionary squadron. The second was to rush forward at maximum speed with full forward deflectors, running the gauntlet of the star destroyer's guns without ever firing back. "[member="General Beyyr"], it's time to put the Bullet Time to the test," Khin transmitted. "If the star destroyer remains in position, you'll have to take it ahead at maximum speed to draw the tracking of their turbolaser batteries so that we can follow and reach the station. Our timetable has been moved up significantly. Good luck."

Changing the channel, he transmitted to [member="Alexandra Russo"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], and [member="Damon Riggs"]. "Riggs, Russo, this operation just became a much more rapid hit and fade. You've got one, maybe two passes before you need to get out of there or get vaporized. I'm marking what our scans have indicated are structural weaknesses on the station's underside and sensor dish along with areas where fuel pods and loaded tankers are just inside hangar bays or behind a single layer of deck plating. Target for maximum damage and then get the feth out of here, whether you've fully crippled the place or not." He was not going to put Besh in that monster's crosshairs any longer than was necessary.

"Strike force," he told [member="Zamza Ra'Kira"], Nara, the princess, and [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], "hold on to something. We're going in hot."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

It was in this moment that Evelin Redstar knew that for all her charisma, her ability to forge connections and convince people to lend their arms, their credits, and their lives to the cause, she was not a gifted military commander. Not yet, anyway. As the news filtered through of the presence of the dreaded VIP Two -- Resistance-speak for Supreme Commander [member="Aram Kalast"], who was second in threat level only to VIP One, the Supreme Leader himself -- her blood went cold. She dropped to perch on the edge of the seat behind [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]'s pilot's chair, her jaw dropping, and she froze, choking silent with fear and dread. She was a moment away from suggesting to [member="Khindys Kaai"] that they scrap the mission when he thankfully took charge of the situation.

Evelin was much calmer now; Kaai was smart, and in her experience, at least as pragmatic as he was idealistic. If he thought they had a chance, and he must if they were pushing forward, then that was enough for the Princess. "Understood, Commander, General," she acknowledged [member="Dex Bastion"] and Kaai, winding a hand through the crash webbing on the passenger seat she was in. She keyed her communicator to mute and leaned over to [member="Nara Basaar"]. "When we land, keep your head down and stick with me," she told the logistics officer, then reached over and squeezed her arm with her free hand. "And remember to click your safety off," she added with an anxious smile.

"General," Evelin said as she leaned forward in the seat to peer out the viewport. "Am I seeing things, or does that Star Destroyer look... unfinished?" She pointed, squinting thoughtfully. "Is [member="Kira Vaal"] in a position to get us a closer look?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

It was strange having the Alderaan Queen full with passengers.

This was starting to remind him of the Stark Hyperspace War. Except, he'd been equipped with Republic Judicial Forces ships. Which were a far cry from the Corellian chop-job they were flying in. Flitting about the cockpit, the small Anzat made a series of adjustments in preparation for dropping out of lightspeed. Dropping into the pilot's chair, the young Jedi watched as the mottled sea of hyperspace fell away to the familiar backdrop of stars.

And the even more familiar sight of Imperial Star Destroyers.

Swearing quietly under his breath, the boy labored to maneuver the ship into position behind the Bullet Time, whilst cycling the power from the hyperdrive into the shields and diverting the available reserves toward the engines. "Let's hope we don't have a burn out..." the boy opined aloud, as he reached forward to manually adjust the power flow to the engines. There was a notable hum of electromagnetic resonance as the sublight engines were brought to bear.

[member="Evelin Redstar"] | [member="Khindys Kaai"] | [member="General Beyyr"]​

 

[OK-3103]

OK-3103 waited for instruction. It was what troopers do. His officer had ordered them to load up in the transporter and he'd dutifully complied. So now he sat, one of so many in line, awaiting further orders. There was no impatience in his heart or his mind. He was used to waiting, they all were. Once the chain of command was informed of their actions, they would be briefed.

Until then, he kept his eyes straight ahead and simply sat there.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Nara Basaar]

Nara's head began to spin, it seemed like a million thoughts were racing around her head like a ship jumping into hyperspace. The most prominent and worrying one was the thought of not coming back, the thought of not seeing her friends and Echo base again. Nara looked over her blaster it was such an impressive little thing that could give you the power over someone's life, a thought which scared her. She set it down to the side of her and noticed [member="Evelin Redstar"] was no longer by her side. Looking around Nara soon saw that she was next to [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] but something did not seem right? The mission had not completely kicked off yet but there was already a look of defeat on her face. Nara knew the Princess was not one to give up and seeing her spring right back to life caused a smile to creep onto her lips.

Nara's beady brown eyes met Evelin's when the Princess leaned over to talk to her. Like always, Evelin wanted to reassure Nara when it came to messy situations. The request to stay near the Princess reassured her greatly, The girls both had each others backs and would not let each other come to harm. "Of course" Nara said in reply. Evelin's next comment was rewarded with a small giggle from Nara "I knew i would forget something!" Nara said with an equally anxious smile.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Khindys Kaai"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Evelin Redstar"]

"General Beyyr, it's time to put the Bullet Time to the test," Khin transmitted. "If the star destroyer remains in position, you'll have to take it ahead at maximum speed to draw the tracking of their turbolaser batteries so that we can follow and reach the station. Our timetable has been moved up significantly. Good luck."

"Ah. Ah. Ah, ah-ah, a-oo-ah, wyoorg."

"General Beyyr is commencing his approach," chirped the droid, in a fit of linguistic brilliance. Few droids could handle idiom properly.

The miniature blockade runner Bullet Time, as fast as an X-wing even without the afterburners, screamed into the Star Destroyer's field of fire. Beyyr knew himself to be a minor Force-sensitive, the kind that would never amount to much in that esoteric world, but he had a talent for instinctive navigation. Far more on-target shots skimmed past than splashed against the shields or punched through to the phrik armour. The phrik only covered part of the ship, just critical sections, eliminating the stock vessel's reactor vulnerabilities and a couple of others. Frankly, the original ship was unimpressive, chosen for its size and ubiquitous aesthetics rather than innate worth.

Then a medium-sized fortune in Mandal Hypernautics engines and Valen-derived reactor tech had been crammed into the spaceframe. And Beyyr knew how to make her dance.

For now, he kept the emergency thrusters, afterburners, and other engine upgrades in abeyance. Those modules had their moment, and their costs. Instead, he engaged the capital-scale EM field projector, frying the absolute feth out of anything subcapital that got in his way. Hushaby rotary ion cannons, made for crippling dropships and main battery guns, chattered blue lightning in all directions. Every sensor on that Star Destroyer was lighting up right now.

"AWAAAA!"

"General Beyyr urges haste!"

 

[Krayn]

“Of course it is the only copy.” Maya sounded confused at the question, yet the positioning of Aram began to give the game away. “Wait…It’s…” She never got the next part away.

Aram’s blaster bolt sailed true and hit her in the chest, the energy burning through her clothes and skin before dispersing the power through her body, sending it into shock as it froze her systems. There was only one answer for all of this as her body slumped onto the table with smoke rising from the wound.

Death.

Therefor the small, but significant part that Maya Zantar had to play in the history of the galaxy had been played out and ended as it was always to be intended.

 

[Aram Kalast]

The hallway was a far fetched alternative to the warm and almost homely confines of the conference room. It was completely utilitarian, dark walls, dark floors and simple lighting that cast beams of energy across the high polished finish. The only distinguishing feature of the Immolator’s corridors so happened to be the wailing klaxon that made itself known throughout the entire ship. An alarm that Aram had not yet been alerted of.
“Sergeant?” The Supreme Commander stepped out of the briefing room and gave the Stormtrooper a stern and questioning look. “Is there a reason our proximity alarms are sounding?”
“Rebel ships sir.” The trooper stated quickly. “Admiral Latroon decided it was unnecessary to alert you as it was a passing matter.”
“A passing matter?”
“Yes Sir.”
Aram stood silent for a moment. “Sergeant escort me to the bridge once there arrest Admiral Latroon and execute him for sheer stupidity.”
“Understood sir.”

The body of the Admiral had hit the floor minutes ago and already several officers had brought a blanket to put underneath the body and drag him away to some airlock elsewhere on the ship. It honestly didn’t concern Aram in the slightest.
His concern was on the scattering of fighters and shuttles that had just appeared from Hyperspace well within the sensor range of the First Order’s security probes. He would have to speak with Ileris Sonn after he dealt with them, the mechanicals of simple procedure again failing the situation.
“Sir we have reports that they have hit the refuelling station several moments ago.” The communication officer declared from the nearby pit. “The Admiral neglected the reinforce call with ourselves, but did send the rest of the defence fleet.”
“It is fine. Even as incomplete as we are these Rebels should be no match for the Immolator.” It was true, the Star Destroyer wasn’t just a pathetic range of the old Imperial Classes. No it was newer, bigger and much more powerful. Sitting at nearly three thousand metres and holding just as many guns the destroyer should make short work of any opposition.
There was however something he had to do. Just in case.

The Stormtrooper Sergeant paced the hallway before stepping into a communication room. His helmet was removed and the young almost charming face of a human male came into view. He had chosen this room because it was empty, because of what he had been given and what he was about to do.
He typed in a channel, hoping his information was still correct and then all he had to do was talk and hope.
“Princess [member="Evelin Redstar"]. My name is Cath Onat.” He swallowed his fear as he thought he heard footsteps outside. “I am a Stormtrooper aboard the Immolator and I have something that is of great importance in my possession. He flicked out a datadisc, recently handed to him by the Supreme Commander to be placed in the secure vault in the bowls of the ship. “This disc holds the plans to a space station powerful enough to destroy entire planets. The First Order have already decreed it to be constructed but await these plans to establish it’s construction. Please. You have to…” His head turned cautiously as he planted the disc into the transmitter and began to project the plans through the channel. “You have to get them into hiding and away from the First Order. Do not try and communicate back with me. I am already as good as dead. I just hope that I did something good with what little time I have left.” He broke the data disc in two and again looked through the stream. “May the force be with you…” The sound of a confrontation and finally a blaster shot ended the message.
A message that continued the motions set in place by the death of Maya Zantar nearly an hour before. A message that would change everything…

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The YT-2400 was shuddering in the wash of Bullet Time's engines.

Panels rattled as the ship bucked as the stress on the spaceframe demonstrated how close to the stress point that old Corellian ship was being pressed as the small Anzat pushed the sublight drives past the red line. The Wookiee's ship filled the viewports, so that the boy was able to put the large list of All Very Bad Things out of his mind and focus entirely on staying with the lead ship.

Counting down in his head, the young Jedi prepared to break for the run on the station.

Bracing one hand against the lateral controls, the other on the throttle. "Three...two... one..." he mouthed silently. The only warning that the crew in the cockpit had, before he reversed thrust and spun the ship on it's axis, dropping altitude in a sudden plunge out from underneath Bullet Time's trajectory as he again brought the throttle down hard. The ship shuddered as if experiencing an earthquake in space, before the engines kicked like a mule and the ship was sailing outward in a slow arc toward the light of a hangar bay on the station.

The youngling's movements became a blur. The Force granting him a speed that was singularly inhuman as the child raced the clock to accomplish everything there was to do in a rapidly diminishing span of time. Adjust the trim, deploy the landing struts, cut out the engines, angle for the landing. With this much inertia, it was going to be a hard landing. The vessel shot inside of the magnetic field like a rocket, it's braking thrusters firing the same time the repulsors blasted the deck to help cushion the inevitable.

Sparks flew as durasteel connected at speeds that rapidly became friction-fueled temperatures enough to ignite metal. A loud screeching echoed as the ship skidded along its landing struts as it arrived hard down upon the hangar. When they'd finally come to a complete stop, there was a moment where Sor-Jan was in disbelief that they had made it in one piece. And were still alive.

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, the boy finally said, "Thank you for flying Air Corellia."

[member="General Beyyr"] | [member="Nara Basaar"] | [member="Evelin Redstar"] | [member="Khindys Kaai"]​

[member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Damon Riggs"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"]​

 

[Khindys Kaai]

Khin had flown many a hot landing before, but this one took the prize.

His claws dug into the seat as he held on for dear life, the shock of the sudden change of direction overwhelming the intertial compensators and nearly tossing him into the canopy. The shriek of metal on metal sounded as they skidded across the hangar floor, TIE pilots scrambling out of the way to avoid being reduced to a little red smear on the deck plating. There was a moment of stillness, quiet. The boy Jedi's joke broke it, and Khin barked out a laugh. Somehow, incredibly, they were alive. He would never say so, but he hadn't been at all certain of that outcome when he'd made his frantic plan.

"[member="General Beyyr"], we've made it in," the Resistance general reported. "Thank you. You're welcome to join the attack on Rithati Ridge, but either way I'd get out of the range of that Star Destroyer's guns. The Resistance owes you a great debt." Pulling his heavy blaster from its holster, Khin turned to the loading ramp as it descended. He nodded at the strike team, then led the charge into the station's hangar. Almost immediately he was firing, his occular sensor picking targets and ranges as point defense turrets and stormtroopers prepared to open up on the attacking rebels. Dropping from a run into a slide across the slick metal floor, he took cover behind a stack of crates.

"Team one," he yelled over the erupting chaos as blaster bolts slammed into docked fighters and fuel containers, "you're with the Princess. Take out those tractor beam controls. Team two, you're with me. Let's get the mag-clamps offline." It hardly mattered if they were overheard; there was only one reason to attack this kind of station, so the First Order would know exactly what their objectives were the moment they landed. Khin just hoped that the surprise of it all would slow their response time. Looking up from his improvised cover, the general spotted the hangar's control office. There would be terminals there with access to schematics.

Standing, he fired off a burst at the nearest group of stormtroopers before breaking into a dead run for the stairs. "Cover me!" he shouted, keeping his head down.

[member="Nara Basaar"] | [member="Evelin Redstar"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="OK-3103"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Damon Riggs"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"]

 

[Marius]

The First Order was good at predicting opponent's movements and actions but it could not predict the boldness that their enemy - The Resistance - demonstrated. Outnumbered humongously the rebels dared an attack that many experienced soldiers would deem suicidal. Marius had learned that sometime suicidal operations were so surprising they actually succeded. Sometimes.

Hired for the purpose of preventing the Resistance of completing their goals aboard the space station was why the Mandalorian was currently stationed aboard it. The First Order had promised him an important reward - information for his Teresmen ancestry. Information they possesed due to their massive archives, some dating the years of the long fallen Galactic Empire.
Right now, it was time for action. The brave soldiers of the Resistance had been able to pass through the blockade against all odds and were wrecking havoc against the surprised forces of the First Order. Marius thought it would be foolish to underestimate the rebels considering their reckless bravery but also it would be foolish for the Resistance to underestimate the stormtroopers of the First Order. The Teresman had seen the white armored men train as a collective that operated with a single mind. They were a dangerous and capable force working in unbelievable cooperation.

When the alarms on the space station boomed through the corridors and halls, Marius was ordered to do what he was hired to do - suppress the Resistance's strike force and prevent them from reaching their goal. It had been deduced by the higher-ups in First Order hierarchy that what the rebels were after were ships that had belonged to them but now were captured and held in the same space station Marius was on. His helmet had tapped onto First Order communications and the Mandalorian was receiving vital info on the rebels from forces that were currently engaging them. His contract commanded him to guard what was perceived as an objective to the Resistance strike teams - the tractor beams.

The Mandalorian moved swiftly through the corridors of the station, his echograph had mapped the whole station and he positioned himself at the final wide corridor before the entrance to where the controls of the tractor beams were located. If the Resistance succeded on punching through the ranks of the First Order to reach the controls of the tractor beams, they would eventually face the figure of a man donning the fearsome Mandalorian armor.


((OOC: If anyone has any remarks about my post, please let me know and I will edit. My intent is to be, obviously, an obstacle. Something to equalize the sides. If there's any plot that I am to follow, PM me! Thanks)

[member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Evelin Redstar"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Damon Riggs"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Khindys Kaai"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

When her datapad buzzed, Evelin glanced down at it and saw a video recording playing, but unfortunately all was lost when the Alderaan Queen hurtled towards the hangar. She listened to the message over the pounding pulse in her ear. The mission had just become that much more important. She tucked her datapad into her pack and took a breath. She needed to get those plans away from the First Order.

Evelin gripped the straps of her crash-webbing for dear life as the ship bounced and thudded into a landing, the shrieking of metal against metal audible even from inside the ship. "Good Balance!" she cried as the ship finally shuddered to a halt. She indulged in a nervous chuckle at [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]'s joke. "You heard the man," she called over the channel. "Move out -- and may the Force be with us!" She leaned over the back of the pilot's seat and murmured, "We owe a debt to you, too, Master Jedi. If you see a data or network terminal, do you think you could slice it? Anything we can get while we're here would be valuable."

The Princess unstrapped from the crash webbing and grabbed [member="Nara Basaar"] from her seat and hurried towards the exit, cradling an outdated but still very functional E-11 blaster rifle. She gave [member="Khindys Kaai"] a meaningful look and nod before following him down the ramp. She aimed a shot at an approaching deck officer. It went wild, scorching a nearby cargo crate instead, and she adjusted. He went down with a flaming hole in his chest. "Stick to cover," she called into the Team One channel, soon taking her own advice and dropping into cover behind a large cargo crate. She looked around for [member="Nara Basaar"], anxious to keep perhaps the most vulnerable member of the team safe.

A security team arrived from the blast doors opposite. Soon the hangar had devolved into chaos, and the Princess struggled to push forward, taking care to dart back in cover after firing.

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="OK-3103"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Damon Riggs"] [member="Alexandra Russo"] [member="Marius "]

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Strike Team
Refueling Station

Two flights from Black Squadron hit the First Order's Rithati Ridge Refueling Station with everything they had fast and furious like. It was a beautiful thing to watch as violent explosions racked the station, sending it into a ball of fire, spreading out to the ships that had unfortunately been refueling at the time; the fuel lines like wicks to dynamite.

Though the celebration of the shock and awe they caused would be over too soon as the Star Destroyer still loomed nearby and would hinder the other group's chances of succeeding with their mission to liberate some of the captured Resistance ships from the shipyard.

"Strike Team, this is Black Nine… We've got incoming. Form up," Alex keyed over the comm unit as First Order TIE fighters spewed out of the belly of the beast.

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[Zamza Ra'Kira]

The most uncomfortable thing for Zamza is not being able to do anything and leaving his life in others hands. A problem he had to soon start learning to get over as he clung not only to his seat with one hand but the wall of the ship with the other. He wasn't really scared, however he was not completely comfortable. Putting his faith in the jedi that was piloting the ship Zamza was able to hold back a wince as they went into a harder landing than he had preferred. "Yea remind me to pay less for my ticket next time." Zamza shot back at the joke as he hurridly undid the webbing. With one quick pat down Zamza was assured that all his weaponry and gear still remained with him. Two non-descriptive blaster pistols, three thermal detonators, and an arrangement of throwing knives. He was not as heavily armed as one would usually be when storming a base held by the enemy, but he had more tools at his disposal than just the one's physically seen.

Zamza had been assigned to team two so dashing out behind Khyndys. He found some minor defense behind a cargo container. The blasterbolts had fallen on them near instantly and hearing the general's words Zamza nodded. However instead of rising to shoot at the group of Stormtroopers he did something they wouldn't be expecting. Gripping the bottom of the cargo container with both his hands Zamza released three quick breaths as he drew on the force to empower his body through Run'War. The muscles in his arms could be seen rippling as he picked up the large container and threw it as through it were a toy at the Troopers. Circling through the air the container managed to hit the General's main assailants. Quickly drawing his pistol Zamza moved up using a different container for cover.

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