Campaign Silent Night | Galactic Alliance

[Zahara Myneto]

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At dawn, the ground shook.

There was little warning to this event, at first believed by officials of the local government of Selvaris to be geological disasters, the response was likewise dull in nature. Deployed en masse to deliver relief to towns all but swallowed by the emerging holes, firefighters and local police found themselves in entrapped in a global operation to relieve the entire planet, unaware of the threat that lurked beneath. None returned alive.

Communications blackouts had rolled across the entire planet before a realization was made, deployment of the Plantery Defense Force occurring far too late to make any real difference in the fight on the ground. Many units would find themselves all but entrenched, others being completely destroyed by the hive-minded Garath Lek.

A distant sub-species of the Youzhan Vong, contact with the Garath Lek has been nonexistent since the annihilation of one of their major hives by the long dead Corporate Protectorate, and knowledge of their existence, like with almost all details of the former Protectorate, has been lost to history, though it is said the Lek were the bioengineered weapon of the Vong Empire, believed to have been created for usage as shock troops by the disparate extra-galactic war bands, though no record of them being used as yet to surface.

Maniacal and evil in appearance, the Garath Lek have gained the upper hand on Selvaris, and the good men and women of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force have been called upon by the Chancellor to quell this existential threat.

OBJ. 1: Ain't No Hive In the City​

The reclamation campaign has begun. With the majority of Lek activity focused outside of major urban areas, the GADF's componet armies, Marine and otherwise have been deployed under the command of Major General Harson Thaddeus , the goal of the intial Battlegroup to stop the enroaching Hive from assulating the city proper.

Join in with the PDF and engage in Trench Warfare or join the main force and attack the Lek before they ascend on the capital city

OBJ. 2: There's Always a Fleet Somewhere​

While the forces of the GADF move to neutralize the ground threat, greater attention has been focused on why the Garath Lek pose such a large threat as they do. Numerous Vong inspired battleships have emerged from Selvaris, most of which are unarmed and ready to spread like a virus through the Alliance. Battlegroup Andor under Admiral Myneto has been deployed to curb the threat of this fleet by any means necessary, lest it devolve into a full blown invasion of the Core

 

[Gorthalon]

Gorthalon’s personal equipment:
1 x Two-handed Gamorrean greataxe (+ magnetic weapon belt across chest),
1 pair of forearm guards made of cortosis equipped,
1 x IB-series blaster pistol attached to waistbelt.

Even if he did not react, Gorthalon still noticed the quick glances thrown at him by the other soldiers. Being one of the newest additions to the 76th Pathfinder Regiment, he was still far from settled into his new life as a soldier of the Galactic Alliance. Just like the military ship he is currently a passenger of, life itself appeared to have been moving at faster than light speeds for him in the past year. But calm as ever, Gorthalon kept to himself. Breathing steadily. Sitting on a metal box in the shadows and occasionally looking at the digital clock embedded into the wall, he focused on the here and now. The time of his first real deployment is fast approaching.

The limited number of interior lights on the ship cast rays of muted colors across his fur; one hand resting on his leg, the other, holding a datapad. Scanning through all preliminary reports and related information available to him on military databases, he tried to internalize as much information on this new ominous life form as he possibly could, while also acquainting himself with the planet’s natural environment as much as this dire situation has allowed him. Yet when he first heard that exotic life forms are the enemy, a newfound determination took over his mind; in the gladiatorial arena, where he had spent the last fifteen years of his life, he met plenty of grotesque abominations. The wounds left behind by morbid claws and venomous teeth across his body attest to the kind of courage needed to stand against this kind of evil.

The characteristic, echoing boom of a ship tearing itself back into the fabric of space and time as it exited hyperspace signaled the hour of action.

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OBJ. 1: Ain’t No Hive In The City​

“E.T.A. 15 minutes to drop zone A.” Said the intercom. “Second Lieutenant Gorthalon, you are ordered to deploy on A, behind enemy lines to aid local forces and hold out until reinforcements arrive; all the others are going to drop zone B and will need to circle back to the main force. Over.” The lights went down and darkness gripped the interior of the ship. Gorthalon took a deep breath. After a brief moment, the stand-by lights came back on. He exhaled.

With the ship now rumbling towards the planet's surface, a smooth yet sudden wave of whispers and murmurs washed over the others. Everyone began fixing themselves in their seats, except for the Pathfinder in the back. Calmly sliding his datapad into a nearby receptacle on the wall, he turned back and slowly stood up. The 2.3 meter tall Yuzzem cast a shadow almost as long as the length of the ship. The back-lit silhouette of the hulking beast silenced the crew. As the dim lights danced with the rumbling ship, he solemnly began to move towards the ship’s exit point. His heavy steps reverberated within the metal frame of the ship itself as he passed between his fellow comrades. The blood red lights framing the ramp glinted off of the greataxe on his back. He grabbed the railing overhead and closed his eyes. Breathing steadily.

Following a sharp alarm sound, the ramp opened and a macabre painting of reality gradually stretched itself over the land. The foul smell of onslaught violates the Yuzzem’s snout. Drop zone A is in a battlefield close to a forested area, where splintered forces have regrouped to attempt establishing a haphazard perimeter. The now deeper hum of the ship’s engine foreshadowed what is to come. The soldiers in the trenches below are holding out, but are beginning to be surrounded by the abhorrent monsters.

“Drop Zone A.”

“E.T.A. Five… Four… Three---.”

He leapt. The air of Selvaris digs into his fur as he descends at breakneck speeds. The sounds of thunderous blaster fire proliferate through the atmosphere, and he prepares to land right on top of a pair of encroaching enemies.

The horrid creature underneath his feet is absolutely decimated by the colossal impact. Mud, dirt and gore is spewed in all directions, but not a single moment later, the Yuzzem pounces at his next victim. Now using his greataxe and the power of surprise, with great vengeance he strikes down a second monster.

After he violently removes his axe with both hands from the apparent head of the creature lying before him, he quickly snaps it onto the magnetic belt on his back and darts back to the survivors on all fours, easily launching himself meters over the temporarily confused enemies in his way.

The only ones more surprised appear to be the members of the local force stranded in the nearby trenches.

Skidding to a halt just before a ramshackled trench, Gorthalon swiftly ducks and slides down between the narrow embankments. He meets the gazes of the local holdout force and in a growling, incredibly deep voice utters: “Second Lieutenant Gorthalon of the Galactic Alliance Army 76th Pathfinder Regiment. I am under the command of Major General Harson Thaddeus, and I am here to assist.”​

 

[Liedran Kathause]

{Commodore Liedran Kathause}
{ANV Cadence - C.I.C}
{First Expeditionary Fleet - Third Squadron}

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The 3rd Expeditionary came blazing through hyperspace, spurred by the anxiety of their commanding officers, fueled by the calloused hands of engineers and emboldened by the gunnery crews; eying the alert frames of pilots as they stirred within the depths of the hangers.

Cadence, among them, ran hot with the anger of her commodore until it finally had begun to stall. It wasn't for long, however, that the fires lay so equalized. For once the next reports from Selvaris had been collected by the fleet's active receivers, the temperature spiked. Commodore Kathause dug her fingers into the rim of the C.I.C's situation table, muttering Chandrilan obscenities under her quickened breath.

They were losing their foothold. The Alliance was losing Selvaris.

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Liedran's 3rd Expeditionary Squadron was among the first to arrive at the scene; as bittersweet effect of their roaming mission profile, they had received the news while lucky enough to be in the same sector as its origin. And naturally, they would be the first to spool up their hyperdrives, and to plot courses for the Vong's unfolding handiwork. Cadence, Aria, Fermata, Rhapsody, and the group's three Sacheen II-class frigates came at the very head, granted the speed that accompanied their Class 1.0 hyperdrives. They only awaited Chorale and Minuet, a light frigate and corvette respectively. But with the escort ships' Class 2.0s, the wait wouldn't be an excessive one. And maybe then, the fighters would have already launched.

"Inform Colonel Foster to proceed for the enemy fleet. Dispatch the entire air group, except for our auxiliary wing." She'd have to keep another line of defense, just in case... Liedran swallowed a lump, and quivering with anxiety, she returned her attention to the tactical plots, "Have Aria spool up 'er gravity well generators. Dispatch vanguard to cover. Sacheens stand by on mass drivers. Bring us ahead slow, and keep us just out of the weapons range of the bulk of their forces."

The commodore's arms crossed before her, shivering hands finding limited comfort in the heat of her sleeves. Her teeth held nearly as tight, but rather than pressing into her arms, they pressed into her lower lip. And she waited. Liedran kept her dulled teeth sinking into the skin of her lip while new signals blinked on and off inconsistently around the plots, little flashes of friendly green, of hostile red. She managed to distinguish the multitudes of contacts emerging at the prows of her own forces-- the starfighters launched diligently from their carriers, and from there began to break into different assault groups.

She nodded, unnoticeably within the ruckus of motion, and of sound that the C.I.C adopted. Now, cruising toward the Garath Lek's formation, and anchored to the system by their own gravity well generators, the staff of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron turned bitter. Bitter, and furious toward the violent spawn of the Vong that now threatened to overwhelm not just Selvaris, but the rest of the Galactic Alliance. Not a single eye was left without some trace of anxiety, especially amongst the veteran officers, the souls who had already engaged the Sith, the Brotherhood of the Maw, the Bryn, and now the Garath Lek. The galaxy, it seemed, never elected to stop for breath, instead weathering through an endless torrent of suffering.

The galaxy, they knew, could afford the effort, and could survive the storm; contrast to the fragile human body and psyche. The galaxy, they knew, would outlive each of them. But in the moment, neither mattered.

All that mattered was guaranteeing the Vong never tasted such an honor.

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{Battlegroup Andor Fellow: Zahara Myneto
Cadence Pilots: Kathryn Foster , Voldran Molf , Kaul "Joker" Emos
And probably someone else}

 

[Sol'yan]

TAG: Ara Sheridan Gorthalon Zahara Myneto

'There is no emotion, there is peace.'

A rumble shook the landing craft Jedi Master Sol'yan was currently a passenger within - a Galactic Alliance dropship dispatched from the 3rd Expeditionary's 3rd Squadron that had just arrived in orbit around Selvaris. The Feeorin Jedi's eyes were closed as the ship rocked and buckled, flying like a mynock out of oblivion to make planetfall so as to provide relief to the beleaguered garrison forces.

'There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.'

They did not know where this alien race - a purported offshoot of the Yuuzan Vong pestilence that once infected the galaxy with its presence - had truly come from aside from massive holes opening upon the planet's surface like gaping wounds. Cities were being overwhelmed, innocent civilians massacred. There was a great disturbance in the force shrouding the planet. Thousands of lives once beaming in the force, were fading into darkness.

'There is no passion, there is serenity.'

Sol'yan could feel the cacophony of emotions swirling through the planet - a miasma which hung thick amidst the death and carnage. Hopelessness, desperation, fear.

Fear - such a deadly emotion to feel. When within its grips, even the most determined could be frozen into inaction. Through fear, once rational people could do unspeakable things in the name of survival or self preservation.

'There is no chaos, there is harmony.'

Not today. These people would not die a meaningless death at the hands of a predatory species. Today, they would have hope from the skies. Selvaris would not fall.

Just as that determination drifted through Sol'yan's mind, as if on cue to prove such a feat would not be easy; a massive, truly bulbous abomination with a long spire-like protrusion replacing where one would expect a head to reside leveled its protrusion at the craft, and belched an acidic stream of corrosive fluid from its maw. The liquid washed over the ship, burning through the light shielding and biting into the armor paneling. Claxons screamed as the ship buckled, careening wildly as its electrical circuitry was being eaten away.

'There is no death, there is the force.'

The ship plummeted into the streets of a long abandoned thoroughfare. Under normal circumstances, one could expect severe casualties of those within the ship from the crash. Yet, Sol'yan's hand resting upon the side of the ship was the only visual indicator of a forcefield surrounding the ship, preventing it from suffering a catastrophic breach as it impacted against the duracrete of the once bustling township. The majority of the passengers within were fine as well, and wasted little time in opening the ramp via a mechanical override near the back.

The ramp clanked open upon the hard duracrete, a ghastly silence surrounding their landing zone - approximately 5 kilometers away from their official landing zone. Sol'yan reached out with the force, and near instantly knew they were in trouble. He reached out with the force, pulling the dropship's twin engine banks apart from the structure, and placing them in front of the landing ramp of the vessel to form a pair of barricades slanted at 45-degree angles. A squad of SJC rangers quickly wasted little time in taking positions behind each engine while Sol'yan wordlessly activated his lightsaber blade.

The handle of his lightsaber would easily dwarf that of a normally sized Jedi, stretching nearly 51 centimeters long and belching out a brilliant violet beam of energy which stretched nearly 1.5 meters in length. A screech echoed through the city scape, with a distant rumble roughly 200 meters away. Then, they appeared into view. nearly three dozen Gorath Lek drones charged from the city ruins in their direction - within a small 'courtyard' that appeared to be a major pedestrian thoroughfare at one point. With rapid, predatory speed, the small horde of beasts quickly began to close the distance. As the rangers opened fire, Sol'yan raised his hand, and suddenly dropped it.

A pair of crashed speeders flanking either side of the opening the beasts were charging down suddenly came together in a massive CRASH, sandwiching easily six of them into a murky paste of limbs and viscera. The accurate fusilade of blaster fire from the rangers quickly set about dropping nearly 4 more, but they were moving. They did not have enough time to shoot them all.

Sol'yan charged forth, pushing out once again with the force - a massive wave of energy surging forth and casting the frontrunners back nearly ten meters up and over into the wreckage. His lightsaber beam danced around with near uncanny speed, cutting down a swarm which attempted to swarm him. He intentionally shifted his stance off to the side of the remaining advancing creatures, allowing his team to fire into their flanks as they approached him. He cared naught that they were still firing - in fact, he wanted them to. Deflecting bolts in the heat of battle was childsplay for him, when his battle-state of mind took over. They hardly touched him.

Claws, mandibles, and appendages all fell before him as his blade cut into chitinous flesh all around him. One claw found purchase on his right cheek, dragging across his flesh with the sharpness of a razor. Blood trickled from the wound, but it was paltry in comparison to the carnage he was inflicting upon the dwindling host before him. Eventually the creatures' "fight or flight" instinct took over, causing them to rush away from the Jedi Master. His men soon gunned down the majority of those who remained, with the Jedi taking in a deep breath as he wiped sweat from his brow.

It was only within the few moments of respite that he truly understood why the drones were running. Rumbles shook the ground beneath them, with a truly massive, guttural roar piercing the quiet around them. He did not see where the entity was, but he could feel it. Sol'yan merely glanced at his retinue, and said but one word:

"Run!"

 

[Thomas Kell]

Thomas' Loadout:

• x2 C-11 Combat Knife
• x1 BR-212 ACR
• x1 Pair B-11 Combat Boots
• x1 REC-ACS/01 Entrechment Tool
• REC-LA/02 Combat Armor

OBJECTIVE 1: AIN'T NO HIVE IN THE CITY.

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Tags: Sol'yan | Zahara Myneto
Hell. Let. Loose.

Three words that would go into Thomas' personal log whenever the night came and they had set up some sort of excuse for an FOB. Now, though, he had to worry about the horrid creatures surrounding him and what was left of his Company. From left to right there was his Squad Leader, 1 junior NCO, and one hand's worth of troopers. Foul creatures roamed the landscape in some sort of sync, cutting down what were once good men into bits and pieces to be stepped over and remembered later. Beads of sweat dripped into the scout's eyes, his face covered in dirt from establishing the initial trench foothold.

Click, Click, Click. Pause.

Click, Click, Pause.

Click.

Something was making its way to him.

Before he could gather his thoughts and take the time to come to his senses, terror brought to life towered above him. In an instant, an almost feral instinct kicked in. Thomas had overheated his blaster in the moments before providing covering fire, so he had no excuse but to use his last resort weapon.

"Remember. If one of you fellas ever tosses this thing, drops it, or even as much as trip and land on it, expect to be missing whatever body part was closest to it." his training Sergeant had said in the past to what was once his platoon.

Without thought, he lobbed one of his combat knives with all of his force into the creature's underbelly, sending its insides all over. One down. Thousands, possibly even millions, left. With the little time he had to regroup, he picked up his blaster and set it atop the edge of the trench, unleashing fire upon whatever he could hit.

To no avail. The former commando's senses were overwhelmed and he was hearing everything. His training was slipping from him. His eyes focused once more as he spotted dropships landing. Help was on its way and it had to be the special kind considering the overwhelming amount of enemies surrounding the small group.

"Sergeant, we've got backup he-" he began to say before looking over to see his squad leader, as well as junior squad leader, had been eviscerated. It was just him and three other troopers.

Before despair and defeat had their opportunity to set in, a hulking mass of muscle ( Gorthalon ) had slid its way into the trench.

“Second Lieutenant Gorthalon of the Galactic Alliance Army 76th Pathfinder Regiment. I am under the command of Major General Harson Thaddeus, and I am here to assist.” he said, revealing his affiliation and identity. Having such a beast on their side gave Thomas as well as the remnant of his squad a visible morale boost.

"Good to have you sir..." Thomas said, shaken by the overwhelming amount of noise, one of his weaknesses provided by augmentation, "We were pushing them back for a good while... but they seem to have adapted. Whatever they were doing before they just... abandoned the strategy all at once and grouped into new patterns."

"What are your orders, sir?" he finished, holding his hand atop his head to adjust whatever he had left of a helmet.

 

[Kaul "Joker" Emos]

Liedran Kathause Kathryn Foster Voldran Molf

"Ah chit here we go again."

Kaul hoped that there wouldn't be another mission for a long time, he was doing a speedrun for the game: Hutt Farmer. Kaul was so close to getting his PB or Personal Best. Now the Commodore summoned Revenant Squad for a big time mission a bunch of bugs called the Vong were in Selvaris space and they were quickly gaining ground on the Alliance fleet. Kaul sighed when he heard the news even pounding his fist on the desk it's already bad enough that they had to deal with these bugs again hundreds of years later but now he has to fracking get up from his comfortable chair and once don the jump suit of an X-Wing pilot. It was a good thing Kaul loved flying, he was half tempted to say to Liedran that he was going to take a raincheck.

After suiting up, Kaul rushed to his X-Wing where saw R4 already inside the cockpit making preparations. Unlike Kaul, R4 had a work ethic though Kaul liked to brag that the droid was no where as brilliant as him though some people doubt Kaul's claim. "Right!" Kaul said hopping inside the X-Wing. "Let's go squash some bugs."

<I'll be impressed,> R4 whirred. <If you even bothered to use the control stick with your hands this time.>

"I was busy reading some important stuff!" Kaul said making final preparations for take of. "Besides we were able to complete the patrol using just my feet!"

<Yes reading important stuff like staring a pictures of the contestants for Courscant's next top model.> The Droid snarked. <You really need to concentrate this time Kaul.>

"Whatever," Kaul lifted the landing gear and shot out from the ANV Pegasus. "This is Two Flight Five," Kaul said. "Don't check your launch date, I am the first one to fly out from the Pegasus and ready to engage. Ya see! I DO have a work ethic!"

<Oh boy this is going to be a long battle.> R4 whirred.

 

[Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak]

(OOC: The following below is an excerpt from Holonetnews)

After intense fighting on the planet Selvaris, the Galactic Defense Force has created a foothold in the Capital City where they are continuing to engage the Youzhan Vong. Blaster fire from both sides lights the night sky as anti air guns fired by the Vong prevent GADF Starfighter bombing runs.

(OOC: Takes place at the Capital City of Selvaris.)

Zanvic and his Shocktroopers were huddled behind a collapsed building keeping watch over the bridge. Things seemed to quiet down after the intense fighting for three straight days but the squadron remained alert. Zanvic and his troopers just swept through the southern part of the city and were looking for any ways to help. Right now though, communications was in chaos and the feeling that he got from his troopers was that the battle has gone FUBAR. Zanvic couldn't help but feel the same way, but he had a job to do and that was to protect the Galactic Alliance. Fear was just one of many negative factors that was preventing him from fulfilling that job, so the Clone Soldier dispersed of it.

"Command!" Zanvic contacted headquarters from his commlink. "This Jango One and we have cleared out hostiles from our location and are awaiting orders!"

"Jango One!" HQ replied. "We have an experimental tank code named: Horn of Justice. It is surrounded by the Vong taking fire at all sides, we have troopers defending them but they are in bad shape. The GADF needs to give the tank a test run under live to see how it performs against live combat. We can't afford to have dead in the water before testing begins."

"Roger that command," Zanvic replied. "Give us the coordinates and we'll be there ASAP."

"Copy that," HQ said. "Major Zanvic your unit is shotgun over, we have scattered everywhere on the battlefield feel free to rendezvous with them and help out with the tank.

"Yes sir!" Zanvic said. "All right troopers let's move out!" The Clone trooper grabbed his Blaster Rifle seeing explosions and blaster flak filling the sky. Zanvic frowned and began to spring as fast as he can, the other troopers right behind. "Clear!" Private Barnes said sprinting past him. "ke-"

It was then he was peppered with multiple blaster shots followed by a large spine tingling roar that echoed throughout the raging battlefield. The Vong started to fire on all angles causing Zanvic and the other Shocktroops to take cover behind anything the can find. "Damn!" Zanvic hid behind a flimsy piece of a rusted wall that was probably a shack belonging to a homeless person. There was no way it could protect Zanvic and is if on cue multiple blaster shots fired through the rusted wall barely hitting him.

"Contacts front!" Zanvic yelled. "We gotta keep pushing!"

Gorthalon Sol'yan Thomas Kell

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Vigor. That was what I’d been lacking. At Csilla. Over Coruscant. In my recovery from the combined blows of the Namaadii and at the Apocalypse. Vigor not only on the field, but in other work. Work that would make the true fights easier. Planning, strategization. Meetings not only with commanders of my forces, but my own superiors. Research into the specific strengths and weaknesses of each vessel I commanded.

I had spent the time since my promotion doing just that. Organizing a new command, even if I had a veteran base, was a daunting task. To do so in only a few weeks was even more so. I had done my best to get my work done in a timely manner--I couldn’t rely on the war to delay. It was time to put that to the test.

Vong remnants. Far from the expected follow up to Coruscant, a new crisis had arisen. Even though it’d been eight hundred years since their defeat, some of the extra-galactic invaders intended to conquer the Galaxy. Of course, these weren’t true Vong, I’d heard they were a sub-species, bred specifically to fight. Like with all Vong ships, my opponents would also be bred to fight.

A crisis needed to be responded to with vigor.​

Twenty ships emerged from hyperspace, ready for battle. They centered around two ships--the Eurydice-class Star Destroyer Warspite, and the Revenge. Immediately, the flotilla began moving to the far right flank of the forming Alliance line. Starfighters began to take off, ready to fight.

Though I’d sworn to defeat the Brotherhood of the Maw at all costs, the Eleventh Flotilla’s debut would be here.
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Spoiler: Eleventh Flotilla

253rd Line

Spoiler: Eleventh Flotilla

Revenge​	Deploying from Hyperspace
Glory	Deploying from Hyperspace
Triumph	Deploying from Hyperspace
Adventure	Deploying from Hyperspace
Raptor	Deploying from Hyperspace
5 Oswaft-Class Corvettes	Deploying from Hyperspace

72nd Line​

Warspite​	Deploying from Hyperspace
Defiance	Deploying from Hyperspace
Endurance	Deploying from Hyperspace
Firebrand	Deploying from Hyperspace
Majestic	Deploying from Hyperspace
4 Lateran-Class Corvettes	Deploying from Hyperspace
Oberon	Deploying from Hyperspace

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[Cynthia Alucard]

1st Lieutenant Cynthia "The Pixie" Alucard
Objective: Ain't No Hive In the City
Actions: Prepare to attack

Spoiler: Equipment

UL-13 “Corporis” Skin Suit
REC-DC/04 "Feverwasp" - Pattern Particle Blaster Pistol
VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
REC-DC/03 Modular Particle Blaster Rifle; Viperwasp Pattern

The area surrounding the city appeared dangerous, far too dangerous for any civilian and small patrol groups of soldiers without heavy weapons support. The distant shrieks of terrible monsters lurking in the shadows only added to the already horrific state of the planet. Cynthia drummed her fingers along the barrel of her weapon, anxiety rolling through her body with each passing minute of inactivity. Carefully she placed her weapon down and reached for the data-slate that was supposed to give her the orders for her to move on out.

The majority of the Alliance forces had already begun their entrenchment protocols, digging in to prepare for any more enemy assaults. The major earthworks needed time and free of harassments, that was where Cynthia had been tasked for, to provide both distraction cover for a portion of the engineers. It was a rather straightforward plan, search and destroy any synapse Vong that held control over the bog standard soldier drones that were rampaging around the city. While it wasn’t clear that these were exactly one for one Vong creatures, they appeared close enough that the old stratagems were considered the correct form of engagement until proven otherwise.

And I guess I’m here to prove otherwise, if that is the case.

Cynthia sighed but before she could let out a collection of expletives that would make a Sailor blush, her data-slate pushed up a notice. Her orders were confirmed with movement of a large group of Lek drones and a possible synapse controller heading towards the Artillery positions. With a click of her tongue, she kept a mental note of her backlog of obscenities and quickly headed out into the frey. The goal was clear, eliminate the synapse, and leave. Without any true guidance or strategic planning the remaining Lek would return into a more animalistic and instintial based predator.

While not entirely an easier opponent to face, the boys digging in won’t need to worry about mass charges and dedicated spearheads to repulse.

Of course this was a rather big “if”.
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[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: 2- There's Always a Fleet Somewhere
Tags: Liedran Kathause , Voldran Molf , Kaul "Joker" Emos , open!

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The screens, targeting computers along with the head-up display of the highly advanced T-77 Talon Stealth Interceptor came to life as colonel Foster, all geared up with the oxygen mask clipped on, started her up and made preflight preparations. The preflight checklist laid in her lap but she only spared it a glance or two, which she could do thanks to her more than impressive amount of flight hours in the black bird. Otherwise, it was one of the more complex and and difficult starfighters to fly in the galaxy. As quick as those glances down at the checklist was, it was enough time for an X-wing belonging to Revenant Squadron to completely ignore and bypass protocol by taking off without permission.

''Damn it!'' she cursed under her breath and threw the checklist back in its department by the seat, before quickly retracting the landing gear and got the Talon in line with the large opening out of the ANV Cadence. <''Cadence Air Group - take off! Stay in battle formations and keep an eye on each others sixes! Let's show the Vong that they've entered the wrong star system!''> she issued the order over the intercoms.

And with that, Kathryn slammed the throttle forward and was the second starfighter out of many that now departed ANV Cadence towards another grand battle of freedom and independence. The colonel was quick to catch up with the renegade X-wing and positioned her own fighter at his left flank. She didn't want to say anything, at least nothing scolding and not until the battle was over and they were back at the Cadence.

<''Figured you'd need some help, pilot. With taking down the whole Vong invasion force?''> she simply remarked and looked over at him while the air group headed for the battle zone.

 

[Gorthalon]

OBJ. 1.: Ain't No Hive In The City
Tag: Thomas Kell ​

After looking back for a quick peek above the embankment, Gorthalon returned to face the soldiers in the makeshift trench.

"Good to have you sir..." A distinctly well-equipped soldier first spoke up, taking a hold of this chaotic moment. "We were pushing them back for a good while... but they seem to have adapted. Whatever they were doing before they just... abandoned the strategy all at once and grouped into new patterns."

- Excellent observation, soldier. - The Yuzzem added, seemingly unaffected by the whirlwind of spine-tingling screeches around them. - I believe you are absolutely correct. - He inhaled ominously. - I believe they move as one.

Back on the dropship, Gorthalon had indeed seen the complex, large-scale strategic movements of this frightening armada reported by the troops on Selvaris, the magnitude of which either required prior laborious training, or some sort of instantaneous, point-to-point communication between the grotesque creatures.

- Continue firing at will, we need to hold this line! - Interjected the imposing Yuzzem strictly to the soldiers behind him. He turned back and faced the soldier that has just addressed him.

"What are your orders, sir?" The person in front of him asked.

- I only came to fulfill my own orders. To make sure you survive. - Gorthalon sniffed into the air above him with his snout, appeared to contemplate something for a second, then continued. - If you are also a part of the Galactic Alliance Army, then you already know what to do. Reinforcements are on the way. We need to hold out.

Without elaborating further, he straightened up and shot an entire energy cell worth of laser projectiles at the lingering enemies. Most of them bounced off of their seemingly impenetrable shells. – Bloody blasters ain't worth anything here. – Frustrated, he said to the soldier next to him. Just as he was about to recommend retreat, out of nowhere, an orbital bombardment of immense proportions blazed twice through the battlefield in front of them.

An apparent army of ships have descended from the Heavens, leaving scorched soil, organic residue and smoking chitin in their wake. They have quickly dispatched their land transports and a Colonel Toby had approached the few soldiers buried under the earthen debris that was displaced as a result of the gigantic blasts from the sky.

After emerging from under the rubble, the Yuzzem greeted Toby with heartfelt appreciation. He indeed never expected to see one of the persons responsible for saving him from the failing slaver ship many months ago. But this is just one battlefield on Selvaris and many others need their help. No time can be wasted. After exchanging tactical information, they have decided to go their own ways. Since Drop Zone A has just been liberated, he requested new orders through Alliance channels.
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- A few clicks away a tank needs escorting. I have the coordinates. – Said Gorthalon bluntly to the gritty soldier he had just met in the trenches. – We need to join and assist them. – Standing among Garath Lek remains, he reloaded his pistol and tilted his head to look at his newfound ally. – What is your name, brother?
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/ Approximately 32 minutes later. /​

They have made their way to the designated location and decided to lay low. According to the intel they have received, a superior officer shall join them soon. Hidden among the foliage, they have broadcasted their location to all soldiers that may be in the vicinity. Gorthalon sniffed the air again for information; mainly to determine if there are enemies around them, but all seemed safe for the moment. He decided to open an audio channel on the same frequency and reported in. - This is Second Lieutenant Gorthalon and we are near the tank. I repeat, the two of us are ready for a surprise attack. Over and out.​

 

[Sol'yan]

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The rumbling footfalls of a truly massive variant of the Yuuzan Vong offshoot turned into a truly gargantuan roar, followed by the lumbering of its massive form through the desolate cityscape around it. Its head was truly massive, easily the size of a battle tank, with rows of serrated teeth lining its jaws. A pair of massive arms swatted about on either side of its grotesque body, arrayed with all manner of appendages and chitinous wreaths of natural armor plate. As if that were not enough, atop its "forearms" lay massive, serrated blades protruding from within its flesh made of what appeared to be bone. They retracted in and out of its arms at will, skewering buildings which had the unfortunate fate of lying in its path as it surged forward. Beneath it, swarms of drones rushed in step with it, encouraged by the presence of such a large apex predator, in hot pursuit of both Sol'yan and his surviving team members. No one within their party was severely wounded, which meant that all of them were able to run at full speed from the encroaching menace - but despite their efforts to do so, Sol'yan deduced that their efforts would be in vain if they could not find some suitable form of shelter to break the tide.

The Jedi had considered taking refuge within one of the many buildings surrounding them, but based on how easily the creature behind them was cleaving the ruins in two, that would prove to be the final mistake he would make had he done so. Instead, his team had been spending the better part of the last five minutes running at full speed, attempting to put as much distance as they could between it and them. The Jedi had launched several burned out husks of speeders at the creature, only for their weathered frames to be cleaved in half by its massive blades before impacting against its body. Simply put, Sol'yan didn't have the time to mount a truly meaningful attack against the creature while at the same time calling upon the force to amplify the speed of both himself and his team. But he could not do this forever. Finally, an opportunity seemed to present itself.

As they rounded a corner and ran down the street, the creature was unable to stop its speed in time to prevent itself from crashing bodily into a rather intact building but a moment ago - completely decimating its frame as its colossal body blasted into it. This provided a modicum of distance between it and them, but the drones were small and agile enough to remain on the pursuit without worrying about shifting off course. Sol'yan tugged on a crumbling bridge that his team just passed through, causing the damaged metallic construct to crash down atop of nearly eight of the drones, and blocking off the path, if not temporarily.

The beleaguered Silver Jedi contingent found its way into a clearing, which fed into yet another bridge. From what Sol'yan could tell, a collection of soldiers had setup a defensive position Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak within a collapsed building on the other side. With a surge of effort, Sol'yan willed his men forward, with the group sprinting across the bridge without delay. Sol'yan, winded from the physical exertion (with his men all but heaving for air as they came to a brief stop) rushed up to the commander of the team, as well as a Yuzzam commando who appeared to also just arrive. The Jedi gave a slight bow to them both, and said with a sense of urgency: "Something big is coming this way. We just barely put some distance between us and them, but they are coming. Me and my mend will assist you in trying to stop them here, but you will need some heavy ordnance to bring it down." Even winded, the Feeorin cut an intimidating figure on his own right - standing nearly two meters tall, and his body seemingly wrought in muscle from his nearly century and a half of life as a Jedi, even Sol'yan appeared slightly alarmed at what was coming this way. But his alarm lasted but an instant, as his typical serene state of mind triumphed. He brought his lightsaber to bear, and scanned the area as he awaited for the monster to reveal itself, indicating for his men to take-up positions alongside the GA contingent.